Chapters 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.
She had ordered in for you tonight. A pizza all to yourself, and you couldn't even enjoy it. You knew on the way back to her apartment how it was going to be. She had to go out tonight. She had a date with him.
Poking at a slice, you didn't feel very hungry. At least they're be something in the fridge now...
She was trotting around the place frantically. She's been fussing for an hour over every little thing, and now at the last moment it was all coming together in a whirlwind of activity. She lined her orange eyes, lightly curled her mane, and, you noticed, she put on that pair of underwear you bought her earlier. Topping it off with a sleek little white dress, she finally was ready.
You nearly choked on your soda as she walked into the living room. The windows were lit by the setting sun, framing her figure. She was amazing. The dress showed her off in all the right places. Her fiery eyes were framed perfectly by a dark red eyeshadow.
Maybe this guy wouldn't show up. You two could hang out together...maybe go out on the town...
A knocking a few moments later shattered that plan. She skipped like a little schoolgirl to the door. Spitfire opened it, nearly being taken aback by the stallion's forwardness as he leaned in to kiss her. "H...hey! Not in front of the kid, okay?"
"C'mon babe, you know you can't...wait, what? Kid?" He pokes his head inside, lifting off a pair of mirrored shades. He eyes you up a bit. His tan mane is slicked back, and he's wearing a leather bomber jacket. "What's with this runty kid then, Firefly?"
"Hey, take it easy on him. He's stuck here cause his mom is off doing some shows. You remember Fleetfoot?"
He thinks for a minute, than grins a bit. "Oh yah, I remember her. Pretty fine little mare. Lucky kid!" He says, winking at you.
"Hey! I'm standing right here, ya know!" Spitfire said, annoyed.
"C'mon babe, she doesn't compare to you, you know that."
He reaches over and grabs her plot with his hoof. She blushes a little, but doesn't say anything. He's draped all over her. "Hey kid, I'm Fire Streak by the way. I didn't mean to say anything about your mom. She's a great mare, ya know?"
"Yah, I know. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Streak."
"So my little Firefly here isn't running you ragged yet, is she? She can be quite a bitch!"
You blush a little as Spitfire gives him a nasty look as he chuckles a bit to himself. "Nah, she's super nice." you tell him. "We spent the whole day together. She took me to the mall and all over Cloudsdale."
Narrowing his eyes, Fire Streak looked over at the mare. "Oh yah? I thought you said you couldn't meet me earlier cause you had something important to do. This little twerp's more important than spending the evening with me?"
She was looking a little flustered now, her calm demeanor shattering ever so slightly. "It's only his second day here, dear. He's having a hard enough time being away from his family, okay?"
"Pfft, yah, I see." He looked over at you. "Hey kid, I didn't mean anything by it, okay? It's not your fault. Sometime you just need to keep your mare in line, ya know?
Gods he said that a lot. It was driving you nuts.
Another glare from the fiery mare. He looked at her innocently. "Baby, you know I'm kidding. Now, let's hurry up. I still want to fit some fun in tonight."
His hoof still snaked around her backside, he led her out, the door closing behind them. The apartment was getting dark now that the sun went down. Turning on a lamp near one of the chairs, you finished up your soda, gazing at the lights of the city in the night.
'I guess that's what she wants.' You thought to yourself. 'He's so confident. I'm nothing like that. She just bosses me around and I let her. Spitfire must want a stallion that can tell her what to do.'
You look at your reflection in the glass. That stallion was never going to be you.
It's late when they get back. You had almost dozed off while drawing in Spitfire's room. Even so, you doubt you would have slept for long. The front door is practically kicked in, while a loudly giggling Spitfire stumbles in, followed by Fire Streak. You have the bedroom door still cracked open, allowing you to see and hear them falling over each other in the kitchen.
"Does my big stallion want a drink" She asks, slightly slurring words.
"Of course. You know what I like, Firefly."
She grins, opening an upper cabinet. Taking down a clear bottle, she busies herself making two drinks, all the while trying to push off Streak as he grabs her plot.
They both take a long pull at the drinks she makes. Looking at each other in the still dark apartment, they start kissing deeply. You blush a bit watching her kiss him. She's letting him feel her up as he kisses her, working her white dress over her rump...
She pulls away suddenly. "H...hey, we can't. I told you before, remember?"
He goes in again, kissing her neck, making her gasp. "He won't bucking hear us. I'll be real quiet, baby. We'll be quiet as mice, I promise." He's got a hoof between her legs now. She moans, before pulling away.
"We can't. He'll hear us, okay Streak? I'll do whatever you want later, I just can't do this right now. It's not right."
Even in the dim light of the apartment, you can see his demeanor change. He's scowling, eyes widening as he becomes angry. "Firefly, I bought you a nice meal. We had fun right? You sure you want to act like this?"
She's standing up to him. He outweighs her by a good seventy five pounds but she's still standing up to him. "I think you better leave."
"I'm not going anywhere. You aren't going to play the little hussy on our date and then leave me hanging, ya know?"
Spitfire narrowed her eyes. She looked him in the face, eye to eye. "When are you going to stop ending every sentence with that line, you insufferable, childlike excuse for a stallion."
It was too much for his ego. He struck out with his hoof, catching her off guard in the side of her muzzle. You could hear the sickening crack as bone hit bone, and she stumbled off to the side, colliding with the counter. Coming to rest there, Spitfire's hooves scrambled to catch her, the mare trying to keep herself upright.
Fire Streak immediately tried to reach for her, perhaps realizing what he did. She stares at him though disheveled hair, making him think twice about it. Spitfire rights herself, wobbling unsteadily as she tried to regain her composure. She glares back at him again. His bulletproof cockiness seems to fall away.
You can see a tiny rivulet of blood on her yellow muzzle. Maybe he sees it too.
"H...hey, look, maybe we should just call it a night. I mean, I've had too much to drink, you've had too much to drink, we said some stupid things, before ya know it..."
She stops him mid sentence. "Streak...I know you outrank me. But believe me when I tell you, if you don't leave right now, I'll make it my mission to destroy your career. You know I can."
He's scowling at her again. "Hey, um, Firefly, I think you just need to cool off, okay? Don't want to do anything rash, ya kn..." He cuts himself off. "Anyways, I'll talk to ya tomorrow, okay?"
He leaves without getting an answer.
Spitfire just stands there for a while. You can see her shaking ever so slightly. Minutes pass, before you hear her sigh, reaching a hoof down and smoothing her white dress back over her flank. She dumps out both drinks, carefully putting away the liquor.
She softly walks to her overstuffed couch, laying down, and wrapping the blanket around her, watching the city night scape. You watch her for a while before you realize she's crying.
It's hard to take in. She's the head of the Flight Academy, a top tier Wonderbolt. Her demeanor always impenetrable as she would walk around the academy, commanding respect and obedience from all the recruits. She never took any crap from anypony.
Watching her on the couch, her invulnerability fell away.
Shifting a bit as your hoof fell asleep, you squeaked the door ever so gently. The yellow mare looks over at you, eyes wide as she realized you had been watching her. She dabbed her eyes clear, before beckoning you over to her sofa.
You trot over and sit down next to her. "Can't sleep?" She asks. "It's pretty late for a little colt to be up."
"Yah. Don't worry, I'll go back to bed."
"It's okay. We can talk a bit if you want." She puts a hoof around your shoulder. Before pulling you closer, she motions down. "Look, got all my clothes on." She said, chuckling.
It's different now, anyways. She was different, then the Spitfire you remembered as a foal. You rest your head on her shoulder. She smelled like cigarettes and cologne. You hated it. That's not what she should smell like.
"How long were you up, rookie?"
"A while."
"Hm." She's stroking your mane again now. At least that still feels nice.
"Guess you can tell, I don't have much luck on the dating front, either." She said. "I've been putting up with that oaf for a while now."
"How come?"
"Hm, good question." She says. "Maybe I just got comfortable. You may think I'm hot stuff, kid, but not every stallion wants a mare that takes charge."
"It doesn't sound so bad to me." You respond, quietly.
She chuckles a bit. You like hearing her happy again. Burying your head against her neck, you let her keep smoothing your mane with her yellow hoof. "You know, some part of me still is saying what he did was an accident. That he still loves me, and when I go see him tomorrow everything will be fine again."
"Are you going to? See him again, I mean?"
She's quiet for a bit before she answers. "No...I don't think so. Besides...he didn't like you very much. He was angry all night about you being here. It was really annoying me by the time we got home. No one talks crap about my cadets. Right, rookie?"
You knew that full well from the days at the academy. "I thought everyone knew better than to do that." You said, smiling.
"Yeah, I guess not." She's holding you close now, still softly stroking your mane and back. Looking out into the city lights, your eyes start drooping. You fall asleep against her, wishing she smelled like lemon shampoo.
“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.”
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.
Spitfire blinks the sleep from her eyes as she wakes, eyes throbbing slightly from the faint lingering feeling of a hangover. Sprawled out on the couch, she looks down at you, smiling slightly as she sees your head resting on her flank. You're curled up at her hooves. She moves slightly, blushing as your morning erection prods her yellow hoof. Spitfire sighs, brushing your disheveled mane from your face. She sits there patiently, listening to your light snoring as the room fills with sunlight.
The light is like daggers stabbing through heavy eyelids. Your head is pounding as you slowly wake up, stomach lurching as you move sore joints. Your neck is crooked at an odd angle as you pick your head up off the pillow, a thin string of drool leading from your muzzle. Spitfire takes her hoof away, letting you wake. Your mind wanders as you look down, seeing that your pillow strongly resembled Spitfire's tight yellow flank. Hastily you wipe your drool from her fur.
What happened last night...
Panicking slightly as you fight through the haze of a strong hangover, you realize your morning wood is prodding against the mare's hooves, straining gamely against the soft fur of her fetlocks. Your muzzle is still close to her flank, and you can smell her, still fresh and feminine even after the long night out. She moves one of her hooves slightly, rubbing against your package. Stifling a sigh, you carefully try to pull away, not wanting to wake the mare.
Suddenly, her whole leg moves, making you lose your footing and topple onto the floor, bumping an already aching head on the coffee table. You scramble to cover yourself, feeling aware of the intimate position you were in with the yellow mare. Blushing, you already feel the telltale signs of a past orgasm all over your nethers, splashed against the blanket under your rump. Figuring you had a wet dream or something, you struggle to pull the blanket away to hide it, your head throbbing with every pull.
Spitfire sighs, freezing you in your tracks as she rolls over and looks at you. "Mmm, what gives, kid. It's too early and I've got too big a headache to be waking up like this." She sees the blanket in your muzzle. "Doing some laundry?" she said, grinning.
"Well, um, I just figured I'd wash it, since I guess I slept on it last night..."
"I see. You really don't remember at all what happened last night do you?"
Thinking back, you told the truth. You couldn't remember anything much past the bar. "I just remember you flew me home."
"No problem, rookie." She got off the couch, stretching. She got away with only a slight ache in her head from the previous night, thankfully. Looking down at the stained blanket, she realized she probably got away with a lot more. "Don't worry about last night, you didn't miss much. I guess you just passed out on the couch talking."
You felt a twinge of fear in your guts. "Passed out? Is that why I feel so bad, Spitfire?" your face contorts into a look of horror. "Am I going to die?"
She laughs at you. "I hope not! You might feel a little sick though. That's the price you pay when you drink too much." Spitfire takes the blanket from your muzzle. "Here, I got it." She takes the fabric, balling it up. You tentatively watch her take it into the bathroom, praying to Celestia she didn’t look closer at it.
You sit down at the dining room table, waiting for the bathroom. Your head won’t stop pounding. Somehow you feel like throwing up, and yet at the same time you feel as if you couldn’t even if you wanted to. Looking over at the kitchen, you wonder if there was anything to eat?
Inside the fridge, you find the motherload. Cold pizza. It was a day old, but it had aged well. Hungrily attacking a slice, you trot over and pour some water. You were so bucking thirsty for some reason.
You hear Spitfire start the shower, sighing to yourself. Guess you would have to wait. You almost felt like going back to sleep, but your pounding head probably wouldn’t allow it.
She’s oddly quick this time, allowing you inside early, as she walks out with a towel around her mane. You quickly take care of things, joining her at the table. You smile as you see her eating the cold pizza.
She looks up with those orange eyes, fresh from the shower as strands of orange mane flow down her neck. “What?” She says, muzzle full of pizza. “It’s good for a hangover.”
Sitting down next to her, you join her. She eats silently, eating a few pieces before closing the box up again. “Only thing missing is some coffee. I just can’t start my day without it.” She glances over at you. “Gods, you look terrible rookie. You want some aspirin or something?”
You nod your head pitifully. Either aspirin or a sledgehammer. Whatever ends the pain faster.
She hands you the two white pills, and you down them quickly. A yellow hoof rests on your back, slowly rubbing your shoulders. Looking back in surprise, she just directs your muzzle forward and down, working her hooves into your upper back and neck. “Working with the Wonderbolts so long, I know a thing about dealing with sick ponies.” She said softly. “And hung over ones.”
Spitfire rubs your head from your temples downward, caressing your neck as she deeply kneads your shoulders. She works your back for ten minutes, before she lets go, and gently has you sit back in the chair. She’s taken her towel off, letting her mane frizz out wildly. “Just sit there and relax for a bit. I promise you’ll feel better in a little while.”
She walked into the bathroom, combing her mane carefully, smoothing it down into her characteristic slicked back spikes. Busying herself around the apartment, you noticed her get dressed in her instructor uniform.
“I’m heading in to work, rookie. There’s going to be a lot of crap to handle after yesterday. Plus I need my coffee fix. You can just hang out downtown today, or come by the academy if you want. Just don’t go getting lost, kay?” She grabbed her keys and headed to the door. “Oh, and if you really do start to feel lousy, you can tell the doorman downstairs, they can get a hold of me.”
As she started to leave, she stopped over you for a moment. You could feel her on your mane, as she leaned over and kissed you on the head. At least you thought she did. She really had, right? You blushed red as she shut the door on her way out, leaving you in a confused silence.
Slumped on the table, you sat in the quiet of the apartment. It was strange to be there all by yourself. It was a mare’s place after all. When Spitfire was with you, you felt welcomed, but for some reason with her gone, it felt strange and exciting, like you were in some forbidden place.
Her massage had helped you a lot, but your head still throbbed every time you moved your head, sensitive to every motion and sound. You drank some more of the water, trying to remember the last night. You could remember Spitfire holding you as you flew back, watching the city as she carried you. But after that…
Getting up, you walked around a bit, wetting your mane in the bathroom, trying to make yourself look at least halfway presentable. You shuddered a bit at your reflection. Dark rings outlined bloodshot eyes. You washed your muzzle, trying to wash away the previous night. Walking out, the clothes hamper sat open, beckoning.
You narrowed your eyes. “Not today, temptress.” You muttered. Grabbing your saddlebags from her room, you glance at her nightstand.
You knew what were inside. You’d seen her dig inside it several times, pulling out silky little treasures. You could feel yourself reaching for the handle, your libido getting the best of you as you started thinking of what was inside. The drawer slid open effortlessly, and your eyes widened at the selection of carefully folded undergarments. Spitfire had a wide selection, all neatly folded squares of mare flank hugging bliss. Face flushed, you pushed the stacks away, careful not to disturb them. You rooted deeper in the drawer, sensing something buried near the bottom.
That’s when the heavens split open and the ground beneath you fell away. There was no past nor any future. The only thing that mattered anymore was this moment, this very moment in your young life. You knew bucking well what you found. A long phallic shaped plastic toy, cunningly shaped like a stallion’s tool. Heart threatening to burst from your chest, you grasped it carefully, holding it in your hoof. You imagined when she might have used it last.
Almost trembling with excitement, you brought it to your muzzle, and smelled it. Some pony angel in heaven erupted into hymn, as you breathed in the scent. It was like smelling her times ten. The sweet smell of Spitfire, amplified until it was wet and sopping with the musky odor of sex. You nearly passed out, sighing deeply as you placed it back in the drawer. You stared longingly at the other unmentionables. But you knew Spitfire didn’t like you touching her things…with good reason. She was really nice to you lately too.
You put everything back the way you found it, and trotted away. You weren’t going to do *that* with her things anymore. You owed it to her at least.
You grabbed a slice of pizza on the way out. Chuckling, you walked down the hallway, and took the elevator down. ‘She’ll never know.’ You thought.
As you walked into the street, the sun was almost blinding. Tall white and glass buildings towered over you, seeming to catch the sunlight and intensifying it. Thankfully the streets were sparsely travelled in the late morning, almost peaceful compared to rush hour. Casually you take off and head towards the academy.
Cresting the mesa, you cruise around a bit, looking for the Wonderbolts. You spotted Blaze and Soarin’ seated near the amphitheater, watching some other uniformed ponies trying a routine.
As you land next to them, they welcome you cheerfully. They didn’t seem the worse for wear from the previous night. “Quite a show last night, kid. You did us proud as a Wonderbolt cadet. Six beers and still standing. You’re a credit to the uniform.” He held out a hoof, clopping it against yours in the air.
Blaze was sitting watching the cadets. “Hey, watch this. Spitfire’s putting the new trainees through the wringer.”
Looking up, you saw the high flying mare streaking through the sky, a group of blue clad cadets struggling to keep up. Shooting straight up, she beckoned for them to follow, watching intently as they struggled to match her altitude. Just as the lead cadet met her, she bombed towards the ground, leading them on a fast paced chase through a set of closely placed cloud rings. You stared, wide eyed, as she made it look easy.
The cadets were falling over themselves trying to follow. Some collided with the cloud rings, others with themselves as they followed the steep descent. Spitfire leveled out quickly as she hit the ground, arching up in a graceful loop, making a perfect four point landing. The Wonderbolts watching cheered and clapped, as she flicked her sweat drenched mane back, grinning.
Trying to follow the acrobatic mare, the cadets didn’t fare as well. Some pulled up too late, crashing into the ground unceremoniously. Others missed the mark completely and flew too far, out of the landing zone. Every mistake was met with stern words from Spitfire, and a notice that they had to go back and start over.
As she started the last cadet on the course again, she walked over, beaming as she saw you. “Rookie! I didn’t even think you’d be out of bed after last night!”
“Well…I’m still feeling a little queasy. Is that normal?”
Soarin’ ruffled your mane with his hoof a bit. “For a first timer, I’d say we can give you a pass on it. I expect you to get better though! A true Wonderbolt can hold his liquor. Did I ever tell you about when the ambassador of the Northern Wastes visited Canterlot, and he nearly drank me under the table? I had to still do a show tomorrow, and…”
Spitfire knocked him upside the head with her hoof. “Don’t give the kid any wrong ideas, please. I think we already corrupted him enough this week.”
“Sorry!” Soarin’ called back from the ground.
“You wanna wait for me, rookie? I’m gonna take a shower, but we can check out the obstacle course after that. Maybe I can give you some pointers so you can pass it. Impress your mom when she gets back.”
“Okay.” You said, nodding.
She started walking off with Blaze. The yellow mare looked back at you, her eyes stern. “Don’t get any ideas, either. You wait right out here with the cadets.”
Slightly offended, you sat down, watching them walk off. Soarin’ got up, rubbing his muzzle. “Geez, what did you do to deserve that warning, kid?”
You looked up at him and answered completely honestly. “You don’t want to know.”
Smirking, he patted your head. “Fair enough.” He said, watching the cadets try to replicate Spitfire’s routine. They were failing again. Badly. After only a few moments of watching them fall over each other, the stallion looks over at you. “Well I guess we better go check the showers then.”
You fumbled for words at the sudden change from the stallion. “B…but, she said we shouldn’t, and…”
He gave you his best ‘too cool for school’ look. “Look kid, when a mare tells you not to do something, you’re sposed to do it.”
“What now?”
“Gods, don’t you know anything about mares, kid?” He said, slamming a hoof to his forehead. “I’m just gonna have to teach you everything, aren’t I?”
“H…hey! I know some things!”
Smirking, he started guiding you over towards the female section of the showers. “We’ll see, we’ll see. I’ll have you know though, I’m the Wonderbolt’s leading expert on mare studies.”
“That’s quite the title.”
“Well don’t think I didn’t earn it. I’ve studied long hours to gain this knowledge. If you study with me, you will learn much, my apprentice.” He said stoically, fumbling as he half flapped, half climbed to the top of a concrete wall. He reached down, helping you up.
On top of the wall, a thin ledge extended the length of the building. Narrow windows had been placed along the top, venting the steam from the showers. Almost invisible while flying by, you noticed Soarin’ wedge himself in the thin space, giving him an unobstructed view of the entire mare’s shower. He motioned you over, showing you how to perch on the ledge just right so you can watch too.
You immediately saw Spitfire and Blaze. They were almost the only ponies in the whole place, and looked almost identical. They were chatting happily as they lathered up under the hot stream of the shower. You noticed Blaze flicking her tail as she added shampoo, scrubbing her plot with a brush.
Soarin’ was lost in his own world. He kept murmuring something about Blaze ‘being a dirty girl’ and needing to ‘get clean’. You were thankful he didn’t seem to mention Spitfire.
Speaking of Spitfire…
She was missing. She had been there a moment ago, right? You glanced back down. Yes, there was Blaze. Wait. Why was she looking up at you? Was she smiling?
All of a sudden, a streak of orange knocked Soarin’ to off his perch, making him fall in an undignified heap on the ground. You look in the air, and Spitfire is glaring at you, mane still filled with suds.
“Spitfire…lets’ talk about this…”
She’s on you in a second. Strong hooves pull you away from the ledge, and you fall to the ground next to Soarin, grunting as the wind is knocked out of you. She lands next to you, scowling at the both of you. “Soarin’…don’t bring the rookie down to your level, okay?” She said, flying back to the lockers.
Head throbbing, bones aching, and struggling to get your breath back, you look over at the stallion. He looks at you, smiling. “I could not be more pleased with how that went.”
Nursing an aching back, you sit obediently on the bench outside the mare's lockers, waiting for Spitfire. Her and Blaze walked out a short time later. Blaze is laughing at you, as Spitfire scowls, a deadpan expression on her face. "C'mon rookie, let's go." She said, dragging you towards the training course. You could see Soarin' catching a hoof in the head from Blaze. He looked at you pitifully as you walked away.
"Why do you feel like you have to do that crap just to see a mare?" Spitfire asked as you flew over to the course. "You know, you could just talk to one. You're fun to be around, and cute too. There's plenty of mares that want to be around a colt like you."
You're blushing at her praise. "I never met any fillies my age I like to be around..."
"Hey, I don't believe that. You're just too shy to talk to them?”
"N...no." You stammer.
"What's the problem then rookie? You can talk to me just fine."
Looking away from the yellow mare, you drop your voice slightly. “That’s different. I’ve been going to shows and watching you since before I can remember. I feel like I could tell you anything, Spitfire.”
She smirks at that statement. “Seems like you still are okay with lying to me.”
“I…I mean…I’m sorry.” You said quietly. “I didn’t mean to.”
Spitfire reaches out her wingtip, touching yours slightly as you spiral down to the obstacle course. She’s touching you gently as you both glide downward, landing in unison. “Are you going to start being honest with me, rookie?” She said, stepping closer to you, almost touching your muzzle as she stared into your eyes. She isn’t trying to intimidate you. Her orange eyes are wide open and kind.
Sighing deeply, you look down for only a moment, before looking up and meeting her gaze. You didn’t want to hide from her anymore. Feeling your courage flow through you as you stared into her eyes, you found your words came easy. “I never met any other fillies because I wanted to be with you, okay? I wanted to for two years now. I watched that show you did for the Princesses, for the Summer solstice. Mom had flown into Soarin’ on accident, and she was in trouble. Spinning out and falling, I remember how afraid I was. To me, mom was the strongest pony I knew. There was nothing that could take her out. I was just a foal, scared out of my mind as I watched mom plummeting for the ground, and all I could do was look on helplessly. And then you came out of nowhere. An orange and yellow streak of flame across the sky.
“You saved her, Spitfire.” You said, looking at the mare intently, eyes wet as tears started forming. “The whole crowd cheered as I saw you carrying mom to safety. I guess I never looked at you the same way after that. You were always so strong and confident; always there for the team, always there for my mom. You were everything I wasn’t…”
“That’s not true, kid. Don’t do this to yourself…”
Tears came freely now, wetting your muzzle as your emotions fell away, exposed before the Wonderbolt Captain. “It is true! I saw it! Ever since then, Spitfire, I never was interested in other mares. I just wanted to be around you.” You said, wiping tears from your muzzle. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Spitfire. I might not be good enough for you, I might be just a kid, but I only ever wanted to be near you.” You’re falling against her now, head cradled in the yellow fluff of her chest. “That’s why I do the things I do, alright? I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t care if you never let me join the Wonderbolts. Just let me stay here with you.”
Crying quietly into her chest, minutes go by. It seems like a long time before she talks. You were dreading it. “I told you, rookie, Wonderbolts don’t cry.” Your heart skipped as you looked up at her. She’s smiling at you, that cool, confident smile only Spitfire could give you. She reaches around you and holds you close, the both of you just staring into each other’s eyes.
Time seems to stand still as she reaches her muzzle forward, meeting you full on the lips as she kisses you. Your face is red hot as you fanatically think of what to do. There wasn’t any reason for concern, though. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Holding you firmly against her, she prodded your mouth with her tongue. Taking the hint, you opened for her, and for a brief moment of bliss your tongues met, pressing against one another. Your breath is racing now as you try to copy her, tasting her fully as you french kiss the fiery pegasus. You open your eyes, and you find her gaze, making your heart race as she explores your mouth with hers.
After an eternity, she pulls away, leaving you dazed as you stared into her hypnotic eyes. “I think I had a dream about this the other day…” You murmured.
She seems to find that very amusing. Chuckling, Spitfire caresses your neck with her yellow hoof, holding you close to her chest as she rubs against you intimately. “You’re not going to lie to me anymore now, are you, rookie?”
“No, ma’am!”
She puts a hoof to your lips. “Don’t say that. You sound like one of my recruits.”
“I thought I was your cadet?”
“You were. I think it’s time for a promotion though.” She says, looking at you seductively.
Your heart is racing with excitement as you fly through the late afternoon, following the yellow and orange mare. The thoughts of what she wants from you are vibrant in your young mind. Even the simple act of flying has you nearly beside yourself as you watch her hot flank as she streaks toward the apartment building.
As you reach the destination, she lands, the both of you nearly galloping for the elevator, hitting her floor. She grabs you as the doors close, kissing your muzzle and neck as her powerful body pushes against you, trapped against the elevator wall. The fear of others seeing you in the cramped space fades away as she assaults you with her tongue, alternating between kissing your muzzle and neck. She’s grabbing your flank, soft hooves rubbing under your dock and up towards your groin, making you sigh into her waiting mouth.
You can already feel your shaft growing and rubbing between your hot bodies as she pushes you through the door into her place. You let her take the lead, as she pushes you down onto the couch, your erection springing to full mast as you tumble onto your back. Her eyes are on it hungrily, and she slithers between your thighs, her muzzle rubbing against your balls, before she moves up your shaft, teasing you. Your legs twitch as she reaches out her pink tongue, breathing against you but holding back any contact. Thrusting against her with a look of urgency, she finally concedes, kissing the sensitive underside.
As you moan for her, she heightens her efforts. Suckling at your flared tip, she starts stroking your base, masturbating you into her hot mouth. She’s looking at you intently as she milks you.
Gods, you were ready to cum ten minutes ago. There’s no way you could last against this.
You explode into her mouth, gasping as you fill her up with your hot seed. Not missing a beat, she keeps bobbing on the tip, staring through you with those orange eyes. You ride through the orgasm, giving her as much of your cum as possible. Greedy lips take it all, a slight bulge in her throat as she swallows your essence. Pulling off your member with a small dribble of cum on her lower muzzle, she crawls up against you, holding your body to hers as she looks at you with hungry eyes.
Almost panting, she looks down, then back at you. “You’re getting hard again.”
“Sorry.”
She laughs, holding herself up with her front hooves, rubbing her nethers against your growing erection. “Don’t apologize, rookie…I’m not complaining. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a stallion that really wanted me.”
She pushing your dick through her furry thighs now. You can feel your shaft press through her tight, warm, furry nethers, before reaching her silky soft tail. Spitfire is riding you hard, and your sensitive member is rising to the occasion. She leans down against you, her soft body against yours. The mare kisses you, all the while still humping your shaft, making you moan into her muzzle.
“You said…you’re just a kid…” She moans into your ear. “But you’re….more of a stallion…then anyone I’ve had…”
Your brain would have had you smirk if you weren’t focusing her writhing body.
"Are you ready?" She asks, her voice husky and willing.
Looking down, then back at her, you stammer for words. “I don’t know, I don’t have a condom or anything…”
Smirking, she lowers herself slowly onto you. As she descends, she looks into your eyes as you discover her warm insides. “You might be cute, kid. But just shut up, okay?” She says, hilting your entire length inside her. You groan as you feel her furry nethers grind against you, her slit gripping you firmly, as tiny ripples inside her work over your still sensitive shaft. Her velvet cunt is quivering on your dick now, almost trying to pull you farther inside. Spitfire’s orange tail is flicking across your thighs as she sighs in pleasure as she enjoys your colthood inside her.
The mare takes the lead again, holding you down against the leather sofa, starting to ride you, slow and powerful thrusts as she bucks up and down on her new toy. She’s almost crying out now at each thrust, as you hilt inside her each time. Her hoof seeks her swollen clit, rubbing herself lewdly in front of her. Wanting to please your teacher, you reach out and touch her, rubbing your inexperienced hoof over her nethers. Not missing a beat, she guides you, putting your hooftip on her swollen clit.
Her eyes are closed tight as her breath starts coming faster, short gasps as she pleasures herself on your dick. Feeling your orgasm coming again, your thighs press against her tightly. Thinking for a split second of warning her, you let her experience dominate you, rubbing your hoof against her clit faster, making her marehood spasm on your shaft hard, gripping your dick in a velvet vice. She’s cumming. The realization overwhelms you, and you empty your balls inside her, filling her with your seed. Erupting time after time, her slit keeps spasming on your dick, coaxing shot after shot of seed to coat her inner walls.
Gasping, the yellow mare falls against you, nuzzling you as she enjoyed her afterglow. Your colthood still deep inside her, you held her warm body close to you. Burying your muzzle in her mane, you could smell her lemon shampoo.
She’s still catching her breath as she pulls away slightly, looking into your eyes. “I don’t think your mom will approve of this, rookie.”
“It won’t be the first secret I’ve kept, right?”
Spitfire smirks at you, rubbing her muzzle against yours. “You won’t keep anything from me though, right?”
You kiss her again, initiating it yourself this time. She’s taken aback at first, but then melts for you, letting you kiss her deeply. When you break away, your eyes meet again. “I’ll try really hard.”
Spitfire nuzzles against you, kissing your neck. “Good enough for me.” She says quietly
You stroke her mane this time as she falls asleep on your body. You knew one thing for sure as she fell asleep against your body. She would always be your Captain, and you’d always be there for her.
Author's Note
Here's a little collection of fanart people have been posting on the /mlp/ thread
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The next morning was like being awake and dreaming at once. Batting sleep from your eyes, you felt the warm body of Spitfire cradling you to her gently, her wing tucked over you intimately. She was still sleeping soundly, her face a picture of angelic bliss in the morning sun. A strange feeling of happiness and excitement coursed through you as you woke and snuggled against her. You felt as if you had done something forbidden, yet terribly arousing at the same time.
Nuzzling into her soft neck fluff, she blinked slightly and woke, looking down at you with a sly grin. She pulls you closer with her powerful wing. For several minutes you just enjoy the feeling of her gentle breathing as you lay against her.
“Scoot over, okay? I need to get up.” She breaks the silence, shuffling off the sofa and heading for the bathroom. You flop over on your back and look out the window as you wait. She doesn’t take long. Strutting back over to you, she slid across your body, her furry chest rubbing against yours as she pinned you on the leather couch. Looking down at you with half closed eyes, she leans down and kisses you, starting slowly at first, before cocking her head slightly and tasting you completely.
As she breaks away, she’s glowing radiantly in the light. Mane now combed back neatly, she nuzzled against you for a while, her breath warm and comforting on your neck. Feeling unsure and hesitant, she takes the lead, stroking your chest with her hoof as she laid against you.
“Mmm, as much as I’d like to keep going rookie, I think we need to get going. I have an early practice for the Summer Festival. We’ll get something to eat on the way, okay?”
Nodding back, you follow her out. You wished you could have kept going, too.
You both stop at the same diner for breakfast as you had the other day. It’s quiet, being later in the morning and a weekday. You sit in a booth towards the back. Spitfire keeps looking at you and glancing away. After ordering, she stares at you intently.
“Hey rookie…you realize you can’t tell anyone what we did last night, right?”
You weren’t stupid. You knew why. “Yah…I know.” Looking back into her gaze, you felt you just had to ask something. “Spitfire…why did you…you know…there’s lots of stallions at the academy, and…”
She grins widely, reaching over and ruffling your mane. “You’re so damn cute, sometimes, you know? Anyways, don’t sell yourself short. You’re a lot different from most other stallions and colts, don’t forget that, okay?” She said, glancing down at the polished table. “And well, even if you are kind of a perv, it’s kind of a turn on...”
You instantly find yourself blushing, your whole face burning as you remembered your past ‘exploits’.
“Well like Fire Streak, he just wanted me for the sex. And even then, he didn’t care about me when we did anything. He didn’t want to be around me otherwise, or ever listen to me. At first I thought it was a little strange, how obsessed you were with me and my stuff, but I have to admit, it’s kind of hot. I’ve never had another stallion want me so much. It feels…sort of awesome, really.”
As if to punctuate her words, you could feel her hoof rubbing yours under the table. Freezing at the sudden contact, you could feel her working her way up, rubbing her fetlocks against your inner thighs, tickling you.
“There’s never been a stallion that felt like that about me. There’s a lot of career ponies in the academy, and mating is just kind of a diversion for them, a back seat to progressing up the ranks.” Oh gods, she’s rubbing your sheath now. You sigh as your member starts peeking, and she immediately turns her attention to it.
“Like right now, I bet you’re just thinking about what kind of dirty things you want to do to me later, hm?”
You nod, melting into the seat as she slowly rubs you with her hoof, alternating between stroking you with the smooth end, and rubbing her furry fetlocks against the sensitive bottom. Suddenly she winks, pulling her hoof away. The waitress comes and drops off your plates, as you shift uncomfortably trying to hide your erection.
Spitfire starts eating, as if nothing had just happened. “Besides, I like being around you rookie. You’re cute and funny, and I feel like I can be myself around you. Age doesn’t matter that much…I mean, you’re one of my cadets now. You’re mature enough for that. As long as you don’t mind an old mare like me?”
You almost feel insulted she mentioned it. “You’re not old…”
Narrowing an eye, she scrutinized you. “I’m old enough to be your mother, you know, right?”
Playing with a lump of hash browns, you look up from your plate and meet her gaze. “I…I don’t care. All I could ever think about was being with you. If two ponies want to be together…it’s okay right? Nopony should be able to tell them they can’t…”
“I hope so.” She said, absently poking at her breakfast. “It would be nice if everyone thought that way, kid.”
Thinking on it, you realized she was right. A lot of ponies probably weren’t that naive. You had to be careful.
You finished the rest of the breakfast quietly, before heading to the training arena.
Watching Spitfire and Blaze streak through the sky, it was obvious why they were the top fliers in the academy. Sitting beside Soarin’, you watched the two execute their tightly choreographed moves. The stallion gave you pointers while they did their routine, telling you the intricacies of the routine.
“Now, watch Blaze drop here. She dives to the ground to pick up speed. She wants to shoot by Spitfire like she’s standing still. Yah, right there, see it? That’s what gives the whole stunt it’s effect. It looks like she’s just hovering, but it’s only cause Blaze is going so fast.”
“It looks even more awesome up close.” You said quietly to him, eyes wide as you watched the two ponies pull the stunt off easily.
“Now Spits is gonna pick up altitude quick. It takes a lot of wing muscle to go up that quick. Of course, it helps since she’s a mare…lighter you know.”
You watch her ascend quickly, spiraling as she shot up like a bullet. It was hard to believe a pony could even do such a thing. As she became a dot in the sky, you could see Blaze join her.
“Now watch this close, kid.” Soarin’ said in your ear.
The two mares started hurtling towards the ground. They had joined hooves, and were spinning fast as they descended. Behind them, they started leaving a faint streak of color as they fell. Both mares sported roughly the same appearance, and the effect was a fiery trail of orange and yellow as the two trails combined. Nervously, you watch the ground come up at a frightening speed. You look anxiously over at Soarin’. He speaks up as if to reassure you. “Just wait for it. They’ve done this a hundred times.”
Watching intently, you can see Spitfire break away at the last second, the two mares parting ways ten meters above the ground. Pulling up in a blistering arch, Spitfire pulled up, her hooves nearly touching grass. The twin trails of flame reached their apex, and appeared to set the ground ablaze. As the two fliers landed, the contrail disappeared behind them as they both made a four point landing.
Soarin’ clapped for the two, as you sat there in stunned silence. You hadn’t seen that trick before.
Following Soarin’ over to the two mares, your face is wide in amazement. “That…was…awesome!” You shouted, clopping your hoof against Spitfire’s in midair. “I thought you were gonna hit the ground, and then you pulled up at the last minute, and you were going so fast, and the whole fire thing, wow!”
“Hey, I was there too!” Blaze said, giving you a sideways look.
“S…sorry! You were awesome too, Blaze.”
“That’s better.” She said, walking over to grab her water bottle from Soarin’.
Spitfire had dumped the majority of her water over her mane, gasping as she drenched herself. “C’mon, rookie. You could do it. I’ve seen you do the obstacle course.”
You blushed as you remembered that particular training session.
“I mean, you aren’t quite as fast, but you’ve got plenty of strength to pull it off. Come here.” Spitfire put a hoof on your back, and brought you next to her.
“I’ll show you how to do it.” She said, playfully snapping a pair of goggles down into place above your muzzle.
“Wait! I’m going to do that trick…right now?”
“Well how else do you want to learn how to do it?”
Stammering for an answer, you realize it’s too late. She’s already starting to drag you up in the air. Awkwardly, you flap your wings, breaking away, and hesitantly start following her up.
“It’s easy.” She yells over. “Your wings do all the work. Fold em’ up tight when you’re falling. And when you feel like you would usually unfold them to land, you gotta hold back. Hold it for another second, and then extend them out as far as you can, as fast as possible.”
She drops down gently below you now, circling you near your hooves. “Just follow me, okay?”
Nodding, you start following her in descent. She’s going slowly now, and you feel your confidence hold fast as you lazily spiral downwards. Spitfire starts folding her wings, and you feel yourself having to do the same to keep up. The wind is whistling past your ears, as you fold them back to your head. As the spiral tightens, you realize there is little you have to actually do. Gravity was remarkably efficient at pulling a pony out of the air.
Spitfire folded her wings completely now, and plummeted downwards. Fear wells up in your chest. Your wings reflexively spread out, holding you in the air. You keep watching her fall faster. You could do it, you told yourself. That was nothing. As long as she was here, you could do it. You could do anything.
Folding your wings back in one quick motion, it feels like your stomach is in your throat as you hurtle downwards. The wind is stinging your face as you fall, trying to catch her. Ignoring the ground rising toward you at a startling pace, you focus on her fiery form in front of you. Following her motions, you find you can direct yourself with only tiny movements of your closed wings, directing you downward like a pegasi dive bomber.
You find yourself strangely unafraid as you near the ground. Watching Spitfire, you ignore the sensation of spreading your wings to land. She guides you, glancing over her shoulder, spreading her yellow wings quickly. You copy her, stretching out as wide as you could. The air fights your outstretched wings, grabbing them fiercely. Your wing joints tense and you catch yourself, the momentum slingshoting you across the green field. Pure exhilaration wells up in your chest as you shoot across the amphitheater, faster than you had ever dreamed of going. You see Spitfire ahead of you, and loop up gracefully, the yellow mare catching you with her front hooves, before gliding to the ground.
You’re gasping for breath, not only from the exertion, but the pure adrenaline high. Soarin’ and Blaze land nearby, cheering for you.
“That was pretty cool, kid.” Soarin’ said, grinning.
“Not as hard as it looks, right?” Blaze said.
“Well Spitfire helped a lot…I almost froze up when she started dropping.” You replied, catching your breath.
“Yah, the drop is the hardest part. Your body tells you that folding your wings and plummeting to earth isn’t really a good idea.” Spitfire said, chuckling.
“My wings kind of hurt too when I spread them near the ground…they’re fine now I suppose.” You said, testing one.
“Looks like you need to hit the gym, then.” Blaze said, inspecting one of your wing joints. “There are muscles in your wings, after all. If you don’t do a lot of high speed flying, the muscles will be weak. You’re going to have to exercise to build em’ up.”
“Ah, don’t worry rookie, you were great.” Spitfire says, putting a hoof across your neck. “You’ve got a lot of promise to be a Wonderbolt. Just got to stick with it.”
Soarin’ and Blaze just nod at you. It’s awkward being praised by such great fliers. You hoof at the ground awkwardly, not quite able to look at the other Wonderbolts.
“Spits, you’re embarrassing the poor kid.” Said Soarin’.
“Hm, maybe a little bit.” Spitfire said, rubbing your shoulders.
“Alright then, let’s call it a day guys.” She said to the other two ponies.
“Alright Spits.” Soarin’ called back. “Blaze and I are just gonna take off then. We’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”
Spitfire acknowledged him as the two took off. She’s still got her hoof on your back. “C’mon rookie. We can hit the showers, then we can grab a bite to eat.”
“Sounds good!” You said cheerfully, following her back to the locker rooms.
When you arrive, you trot towards the Stallions section. Entering the doorless entry, you only get a few steps inside before you hear the sound of hoofsteps behind you. You freeze as you realize Spitfire followed you inside. She’s strutting past you, grinning at you.
You instantly imagine yourself stammering something about this being the male section, but you catch your words in your throat as you realize how incredibly lame that sounds. You just find yourself blushing slightly as the mare looks back at you with a seductive gaze. You follow her inside without a word.
The entire complex seems deserted, as the cadets went home long ago. Your hoofsteps echo off the cold tile floors as she guides you to the wood benches of the changing room.
“I’m going to give my cadet a treat for putting on such a good show.” She says quietly, looking at you over her shoulder, tail flicking from side to side showing off her plump, uniform clad flank. She keeps staring through you with those burning orange eyes as you hear the zipper from her uniform open. The usually mundane sound arouses you, as she slowly unzips. It seems to take an agonizing eternity for her to finish unfastening the blue and gold fabric.
She glances down now, shedding the front half of her spandex, pulling it from her sweat drenched body. Pulling the tight fitting garment down her slim body, her flank starts shimmying from side to side as she wrestles with the uniform.
For a glorious moment it rides down her flank, pulling her tail as she slides it off. Her damp tail pulls through with reluctance, as she slides the fabric down her flank. Her sex is almost visible through the wet, wispy strands of her tail as she slides one hoof out, then kicks the uniform off completely, flinging it towards you. It falls to the ground at your hoof.
Glancing up at her again, Spitfire moves closer to you. Her eyes are hungry now as she looks you over. “Pick it up.” She whispers in your ear. “I know you want to.”
You can almost feel the heat from her body, as you reach down and pick up the uniform, a strange mixture of your own needs and following her commands. You spread it out, realizing you’ve got the flank end of it near your muzzle. Spitfire leans over and nibbles your neck as she grasps your hooves. She pushes the tailhole of her uniform to your muzzle. As the bright blue spandex nears your nostrils, you can smell the overwhelming odor of her sex. “I get a little turned on doing those stunts, rookie.” She whispers, as if reading your mind. She reaches between your legs with a hoof, feeling your growing shaft. “I think you felt that too, didn’t you?”
Unbidden, you grasp the fabric close to your muzzle, cradling it to your face as you smell her. Spitfire is rubbing against your side now, driving your arousal. Your colthood is as hard as diamonds she starts kissing along your neck and back. You can feel her breathing speed up as she presses hard against your flank.
“Put it on.” She whispers.
“Huh?” You answer dumbly.
“Put my uniform on.” She says, a little more firmly. She looks up at you with those seductive half-lidded eyes. “I promise you’ll enjoy it, okay?”
Not wanting to question her, you unfurl the garment completely. It’s obviously designed to be form fitting. You struggle with one leg of it, until Spitfire helps you roll the tight mesh over your fur. Gently, she guides the bottom of it over your flank, directing your tail through the rear hole. You find the back half was the hard part. The front legs slip in easily, and the zipper glides shut with no resistance.
The entire suit was made for a mare, but being a thirteen year old colt, it fits you surprisingly snugly. You notice the spandex gripping you in all the right places as you move around in the Wonderbolt uniform. You gasp as you move your rear legs; the tight material pulling against your shaft, stroking its length as the spandex shifted. You can feel her still damp sweat on your coat, and the drenched nethers of her uniform against your flank as it hugs your form.
“Gods you look sexy in that.” Spitfire said lustily. She stroked a hoof along your shoulders, working its way down the diminutive yellow bolt in the fabric, following it to the tip of your colthood. The mare stroked you through the fabric, making you moan as she teased you.
You realize she wasn’t lying in the least. Having the uniform on your body, it was as if she was rubbing you in all the right places at once. Your dock and taint were tickled by the tight fabric, as your shaft rubbed against it. Moaning, your front hooves collapse, leaving your butt in the air as Spitfire paced around you, grinning evilly. She kept teasing you, touching you gently, and making the fabric rub against your entire body.
Grunting in satisfaction, Spitfire finally jumps you, putting her weight over your flank as she drives you into the tile floor. She’s grasping your shaft through the thin fabric as she nibbles your neck, stroking you hard. Her hoof moves faster as she masturbates you into her uniform, a wet patch growing on the underside as you writhe against her.
Suddenly the mare runs her other hoof against your dock, trailing down your taint and touching your balls gently. She rubs the silky material against your sack, increasing her efforts as she stroked your length with her other hoof, making you thrust against the flimsy material. Without warning, you feel your groin tense up, and you cum hard for her, the first spurt filling up the space between the uniform and your body. Spitfire either doesn’t realize or doesn’t care, as she keeps milking your dick, jerking you off as you keep cumming into the uniform. Groaning, you feel the space near your stomach filling up with your seed. You sigh as you finally reach your limit, the pool of colt sperm in her uniform trickling down the spandex chest as you rest, your front hooves pressed against the cold white tile floor.
Spitfire leans against you, her breath warm against your side. She’s nearly panting as she lays with you, holding you as you bask in your afterglow.
“Told you you’d like it.” She pants in your ear.
She sits with you a few minutes, before helping you up. Spitfire helps you take off the soiled uniform. Unzipping, you pull out your front hooves, before letting her pull the flank of it off your body. Your wilting member clings to the tight fabric, making you wince as the oversensitive tip drags against the spandex as she pulls it off.
Spitfire kisses you on the cheek as she guides you to the showers, casually tossing the uniform in a nearby laundry hamper. “Let’s clean up a bit, and get something to eat.”
You follow her into the showers. You’d probably follow her to Tarturus at this point.
She looks at you slyly. “Maybe afterwards, we can go back to my place and have some fun.”
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel yourself growing excited again. You were suddenly looking forward to dinner.
Author's Note
A few more fanart images. Enjoy.
It’s already late in the afternoon as you cruise after her, banking around high rises bathed in amber light. The streets are sparsely filled, and you can enjoy the flight, watching the skillful mare ahead of you bank dangerously close to the structures. She glances back at you a few times, grinning at you as you do your best to follow her.
Spitfire veers around a bank, and circles into a small back alley, hidden away from the main street. Shooting past several small shops and markets, you watch ponies packing up their open air wares for the day. You see her land ahead of you, near a small restaurant with several old iron lights hanging off the front.
You pause as you near the door, and motion for her to go first as you open the door. Giggling at you, she walks inside. A diminutive waiter approaches, a not so clean apron around his barrel chest and a well gnawed pencil and paper in his pocket. He appears to recognize Spitfire, but says nothing, as he seats you near one of the slightly clouded windows.
You sit down, and survey the menu. It’s all classic Italian, and you’re at a loss as to what to order. The extent of your knowledge of Italian food stopped at frozen pizzas and questionable canned pastas.
“It’s okay, rookie, I’ll pick you out something, okay? I promise you’ll like it here.”
“Have you been here before?” You asked, pulling a chunk of bread off a nearby loaf. “The waiter seemed like he’d seen you before.”
“Oh…well, I may have been here a couple times. That’s ancient history though.”
Not wanting to push the matter, you soaked the hearty bread in olive oil from a nearby bottle. The slightly salty bread with its crisp crust and lightly seasoned oil together were delicious. Noticing how hungry you actually were, you went for another piece.
“Hey, you want some wine? They have some good selections here.”
The thought of any alcohol made your stomach flop slightly. Spitfire noticed the pitiful look on your face, and smiled. “Don’t worry, we’ll take it easy on you this time, okay?”
She motioned over to the waiter, and placed the order for your food. His English was rough, but passable, and he gave you a smile as she ordered for you. All you could do was dumbly grin back. He turned curtly, and headed for the kitchen.
The dimly lit restaurant was decorated plainly. Racks of dark colored wine bottles adorned one of the walls, and the other stucco walls were covered in black and white photos of various ponies, presumably the family members of the owners. As you surveyed the place, your gaze came around, noticing the mare sitting across from you. She wasn’t looking at the décor. Her eyes were staring through you, her lips slightly pursed. You immediately felt your body warm as she kept looking at you seductively.
“You know, I didn’t get my turn yet, you realize?”
“Huh?” You ask. You weren’t playing dumb. Your addled brain honestly couldn’t put two and two together at the moment.
“You had your turn, and made quite a mess of my uniform I might add.” She smirked at you. You flushed crimson as you remembered the sensual act. “That’s pretty bad form really. For the cadet to get off before his captain.”
“I…I’m sorry?” You said.
“You’re cute, you know? But that’s not good enough. You’re going to have to do better than that.”
At a slight loss as to what the mare wants, you freeze in surprise as you feel her soft hoof in yours under the table. Looking down, you realize the tiny table topped with a checkered cloth couldn’t possibly provide a big enough gap between you. She seizes your hoof in hers, pulling you towards her. You feel a twinge of hesitation as she pulls you in, her eyes half closed as she gave you a come hither gaze.
Any small amount of reservation you had melts away as you feel her thigh on your hoof, the soft, smoother fur of her most private place yielding to your curious hooftip. Her face doesn’t show any sign as she guides you in, pushing you further until the heat from her sex kisses your hoof. You hold fast for just an instant, before you push forward slightly, and in one glorious instant you’re hoof-tip deep in her glorious folds; your hoof sticky with her sopping juices. Your thoughts run crazy as you realize you’re actually touching her. It was so much different than anything you had done so far. To be feeling her like this was the most intimate thing you had ever experienced.
Sighing as you try to remember to breathe, you explore her further, glancing around to make sure the waiter had not returned. Spitfire’s guiding hoof helps you, pushing you up and down her wet slit, before holding you against her clit. She obviously fidgets when you touch her there, her stony demeanor cracking slightly. You grin to yourself, and rub it in circles, watching her shift on her seat as you feel her thighs tense around your hoof.
“That’s it, rookie, you’re doing great now.” She moaned softly. “We’ll be even in no time like this.”
She ground against you, and you could feel her pussy spasm against your hoof, winking hard and threatening to pull you into her. Her breathing was coming fast and hard, no matter how hard she was trying to control it. Feeling a rush of confidence as you brought her pleasure, you grew more adventuresome, pushing inside her when she winked, and caressing the velvety walls. You found you could pull your hoof up from inside her in one motion, catching her clit with your hooftip, and making her clutch your hoof in powerful yellow thighs.
Seemingly unnoticed to the both of you, the waiter had come back. You both froze, and he addressed you with an air of pure professionalism. Showing the bottle of wine, he uncorked it expertly, and poured two glasses. He placed a plate of toasted bread with melted cheese and tomato slices in the middle of the table. Nodding curtly to you, he turned and walked away. He either hadn’t noticed you were hoof deep in the yellow mare, or didn’t care.
“Oh, buck this.” Said Spitfire, noticeably hot and bothered. She took a long sip from her wine, and jumped to her feet, pulling you after her. You try to stay on your hooves as she pulls you towards the singular bathroom for the building, pulling you in after her, before reaching over and latching the door shut.
Your hoof is slowly cooling in the air, drenched from her snatch, as you watch her jump up on the counter in front of you. Your mind is racing as she spreads herself wide for you. Drinking in her form with your eyes, you feel her staring at you intently. She wants you to look, and it’s an amazing turn on.
Spitfire reaches to you, and pulls you tight to her fluffy chest, rubbing your mane roughly as she pushes you downward. You can see her pert little teats as your hot breath teases her stomach, your mind finally sorting things out. You move slowly down her stomach, kissing her breasts, tasting her soft skin as you explore her nethers.
The mare is bucking against you from time to time now, making soft noises as if she were silently grading your performance. You can smell her sex now, hot and feminine, so much more different than her used underclothes. You suddenly feel you need to taste her, to jam your muzzle in her box and never let go. Trailing your nose down, you see her pink clit wink widely at you, and you pounce on her, sticking your tongue inside, and tasting her dripping pussy.
Your enthusiasm more than made up for your inexperience. Her hips are bucking off the counter as you dig in deeper, teasing the inside of her snatch as you inadvertently hit the sensitive flesh as the top of her marehood, driving her closer by the minute. “Gods, yes, right there, rookie. Just keep…keep going right there.” She moaned, her entire body writhing on the counter.
Spurred on by her reaction, you double your efforts. Alternating between licking her entire slit and suckling her, you start licking her clit hard on each wink, circling it with your pink tongue. Spitfire arches her back as you keep it up, thrusting her sopping snatch into your muzzle. She throws her head back, stifling a cry. “Ahhh….ahhhh…ahhhhnnnn…” Spitfire moans softly as she cums against your muzzle, her marecum flooding your mouth. You drink greedily, relishing her salty taste as you keep lapping softly against her winking clit. Her hips keep thrusting against you for well over a minute as she rides the violent orgasm. For a couple minutes after, she only sits there, a dopey grin on her face as she looks at you, catching her breath.
Finding herself after her orgasm, she leans in towards you. “Come here a second…let me clean you up.” She says quietly. You let her pull you close, watching her start kissing your neck, licking at her own juices as she kissed you, working up to your muzzle. Her mouth slick with her own cum, she kisses you deeply, giving you a taste of her sex as she frenched you. She pulls back, and smoothes out your coat and mane, a grin on her face as she tidies you up. Checking her own face in the mirror, she pushes you out into the restaurant, guiding you back to the table nonchalantly.
The waiter eyes you strangely, but acts as if nothing had happened. He brings over your appetizer once again, fetching it from the warming box and placing it on your table as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Spitfire takes another big sip of wine, and he casually refills it. Nodding, he walks away, leaving you in peace.
Trying to take stock of the strange events, Spitfire motions to your wine glass. You follow her lead and take a sip. It’s completely different from the beers you had the other night. The alcohol is more pronounced, but a complex layer of grape and other flavors cover it. You feel flushed as you taste a slight aftertaste of Spitfire’s marecum as you wash it down with the wine. The dark red liquid goes down easy, and for some reason after the last few minutes, you have no qualms about downing half the glass in short order. You try one of the toasted bread appetizers, hungrily devouring the entire piece. It was delicious. Coated in a rich mozzarella and topped with fresh tomato with olive oil, you found yourself going back for another.
Spitfire gazes at you with a dreamy expression, rubbing your leg gently with her hoof as you sit and enjoy the food. No words were needed as you sat and looked into her fiery orange eyes, feeling a desire for her start in your chest and fill your being. The brief interlude in the bathroom had only been an appetizer.
The waiter walks over a few moments later, almost unnoticed as you both only break your gaze as he places the food in front of you. Thanking him, Spitfire explains the dish to you before she tucks in. It was a spicy red sauce over noodles, carefully seasoned with some sugar to highlight the tomato and spice. Finely diced tofu added much needed texture and gave the dish a protein. You ate happily, thankful there were no chopsticks this time.
“What do you think?” She asked, after dabbing her muzzle with a napkin.
“I like it!” You replied, around a mouthful of pasta. “I don’t think I’ve ever had food like this before.”
“Really? Fleetfoot never took you to an Italian place?”
Hesitating a moment, you realized who you were talking to. You didn’t have to hide anything from her. “Well, honestly Mom never really had any time to take us anywhere. You know she works a lot…it’s kind of expensive to live in Cloudsdale I guess.”
“It definitely can be.” Spitfire agreed.
“I mean, I know what pasta is. A lot of times Mom would make it at home, just a big pot of it with some sauce from a can. It wasn’t as good as this, but…” You found yourself trailing off. You looked at the mare across the table. She was listening intently, a look of concern on her face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin dinner or anything.”
Giving you a caring smile, she held your hoof again across the checkered tablecloth. “You don’t have to cover anything up with me, rookie. I know what she went through when she divorced that…” She hesitated.
“You can say it.”
“That…asshole.” Spitifre said, obviously content with saying it finally. “I think a lot of us didn’t know if she could make it on her own in town with just the Wonderbolt gig, and having to pay rent, bills, and take care of you too. She really gives it her all though, you know that right?”
“Yah. I do.”
“She’s a pretty awesome mare. I should know. I’ve seen a lot of ponies go through the academy, but she was always dependable, always working as hard as she could, pushing herself so she could do better each time.”
“That really sounds like her.” You said, softly. “It doesn’t leave much room for being at home though.”
Spitfire stroked your hoof, reaching over and filling your glass again, draining the last of the bottle. You brought the glass to your lips, finding solace in the liquid as it flowed through you, warming your body.
“You should know better than anyone, everything she’s done, she did for you.” Spitfire said.
“I know. That doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. Some days when I came home from school, I just wished she were there. I didn’t care if we lived in Coudsdale, or that she was a famous Wonderbolt. None of it really mattered. I would have given it all up if she could just be my Mom for a while.” You said. You looked up at Spitfire as she held your hoof. “She loved it though, didn’t she? The life of a Wonderbolt…it must be pretty awesome…”
Spitfire gave a comforting smile. “Yah, it can be. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a rush, being up there in the air in front of all those ponies, as they watch your every move with bated breath, watching to see what amazing trick you’ll pull off next. I know Fleetfoot loved it especially.”
She stroked your hoof gently now across the checkered table. “That wasn’t the reason she did it though. She told me a long time ago that she was trying to keep you in one place. She worked really hard at that, spending as many months as possible in Cloudsdale. I think she knew you hated moving from place to place.”
You really did. Looking up at the mare, you nod, finding it hard to hold back tears. Her warm hoof on yours helped.
“Fleetfoot put in a lot of those hours so she could stay here. Usually us Wonderbolts move around a lot, doing shows across the continent. But she stuck around for any odd jobs or performances that she could find in town, spending months around Cloudsdale. It’s pretty unusual for a Wonderbolt. They’re usually lucky if they get to stick around for a few weeks a year.”
“You get to stay here almost all the time.” You said.
“That’s different. I’m the head pony at the academy. There’s always new recruits to train, so I stay here almost year round.”
You took another sip of your wine, finding yourself wishing it would make you forget your problems again like the beer had the other night. “I guess I didn’t know. I always sort of blamed her for having to move all the time. I even used to yell at her, blaming her for why we couldn’t stay in Cloudsdale longer.”
“You don’t have to blame yourself, rookie. You didn’t know. She put in a lot of effort to make sure you didn’t know…”
“That doesn’t make me any less of an idiot for what I said to her.” You said.
Spitfire and you sat in silence for a while, the only motion being the dancing light of candles on the tables as they slowly melted through. She never let go of your hoof, holding you tightly as you told your story to her. Her comforting touch made it easier somehow. Finally your gaze met hers again, and her fiery eyes flickered in the candlelight as she spoke to you.
“You need to talk to her when she comes back. Everypony makes mistakes, and you and your mom are no exception. You just need to remember she never did anything to hurt you, alright? She tried her best to bring you up on her own. But even for strong ponies…sometimes their best isn’t enough. Just remember, everything she did, she did it for you, alright? I knew Fleetfoot well enough to know that.”
As you listened to the mare, some part of you wanted to not believe her. It screamed out that she was lying. There was no way you could be so wrong. Mom loved the Wonderbolt lifestyle. She loved performing. She dragged you along to all those shows and practices because it was for her.
And yet, with Spitfire here, holding your hoof tight and speaking straight from her heart, your mind knew she was right. You may have been wrong all along about your mom. It had been easy to resent her.
You held back your tears. It wasn’t easy. You clutched Spitfire’s hoof harder, and tried to push them away, willing yourself to be strong. You had to be stronger for Mom, anyways. You owed her that much, at least.
Spitfire paid the tab, and the two of you flew off to her place. It was a humid, inky night, and the lights of the buildings fought through the overcast night to be seen. Cloudsdale didn’t get fog, not exactly. But sometimes the clouds would creep in during the night and overtake city streets as the sweepers slept. The wispy high altitude cloud cover gave the streets a ghostly, other worldly appearance.
You could feel the alcohol take effect as you flew through the dark night. Spitfire was right, though. This time it was a pleasant feeling; a radiating warmth that spread from your front hooves to the tip of your tail. Following the yellow mare through the streets, it almost gave you a euphoric feeling.
Flying through the dark clouds, it seemed like a longer flight than it really was. It was only a matter of minutes before you made it back to the apartment. You stood in the brightly lit elevator, looking over at Spitfire. She was gazing back at you intently. You realize it had been like this nearly all day. Not that you were complaining. It felt strangely satisfying to have her looking at you like this.
As soon as the doors close, she shocks you slightly by leaning against you, rubbing her flank against yours. You were caught off balance at first, before you shift your weight, leaning back into her. The taller mare rests her neck on yours, rubbing her coat on your mane.
When you reach her floor, she walks down the hallway still rubbing against you. It’s not overtly sexual, but it might as well be coming from her. Just feeling her close to your body as you walk was somehow almost as good as sex. At least, right there, in that hallway, it was.
As you enter her place, she flips on the lights, dimming them low as she pours your both some water. She takes a drink, flopping onto the couch, fluffing the blanket around her thighs. She pats the sofa next to her with a wing, beckoning you over.
It’s almost like the other night. Her body was dimly illuminated by the lights, softly highlighting her curves as her partly opened thighs spread for you as she moved over to make room for you. Sitting down, she wastes no time, grabbing you in a powerful wing and holding you to her.
This time you take the lead, and bring your muzzle to hers, kissing her. Spitfire parts her lips right away, welcoming you into her. The coursing warmth of the win is making your face flush as you make out with her. Spitfire’s wing is twitching slightly, rubbing against your back as you finally break away from her. She’s staring into your eyes again, intense and seductive at once. Her hooves grasp your hips, rubbing against the sides of your stomach.
“Did you, um, did you want to…” You tried to ask her, words coming out awkwardly.
She giggled at your naivety. “You’re cute, rookie. And no, we don’t have to. We can just sit here with each other, if you want.”
“Okay.” You said softly. That sounded just fine.
Resting your head against her fluffy chest, her wing wraps around you tightly. She’s moved her hoof around your chest now, stroking your fur gently as she holds you. As you grow more comfortable against her, you reach your own hoof around her, feeling her soft skin around her muscular chest and stomach. You rub down along the outsides of her thighs, and she pushes slightly against you.
Burying your muzzle against her, you can smell her shampoo as you caress her. Your colthood is hanging at half mast, still hidden by her wing. This is almost as good as sex. Almost.
“You said I should talk to Mom when she gets home…but I don’t want to, Spitfire.”
“Why’s that?” She said softly.
“I guess I’m kind of afraid. She might find out what we’re doing. The things we've done, they were wrong, weren’t it? You could get in trouble for it…”
“Yah, I guess. But that’s also what makes it exciting. Don’t you think?” Spitfire asked.
“I think it does. I mean, when we were in the showers…I kept thinking somepony would walk in and find us. And with me wearing your uniform…there was no way we could explain it.”
“I bet you never felt as amazing as you did in that shower room though, did you?” Spitfire smirked.
You sat in silence for a moment. It was true of course. Albeit slightly embarrassing.
“It’s going to be weird keeping it from her. I’ve never had such a big secret I kept from my Mom before.”
Her hoof grazed your shaft, making you tense slightly at her touch. “That just means keeping such a big secret will make it extra hot.” She whispered to you. From your silence, she could tell it bothered you. “Look, we’ll worry about it later. I can promise you though; nothing bad is going to happen to you. I’ll make sure of it.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about.” You said.
Saying nothing back to you, the mare just kept holding you tight as you watched the wispy clouds creep past the windows. You feel asleep watching the eerie shadows, Spitfire cradling your form to hers under a downy yellow wing as she started to doze off.
Shuffling covers aside, you slowly woke up, curtains thankfully blocking the morning sun. Stretching on the soft bed, you blink sleep from your eyes, scratching your rump slowly. It certainly was a lot more comfortable than waking up on the lumpy old couch.
Pressing against you, you felt Spitfire's furry form against your body, warm and soft under the covers. Her flank was cradling your morning wood tightly, her tail fluffed out against your thighs. She shifted slightly and rubbed against you. You sigh and nuzzle her neck gently. She turns and gives you a light kiss. She obviously had been awake for a while.
You knew she loved doing that. For some reason, she could spend the whole morning just curled up against you. “Morning, rookie.” She said cheerfully.
“Morning.” You said, still a bit groggy from sleep. You ran your hoof along her body under the covers, watching her grin as she pushed her body against your hoof.
She smoothed your mane out, rubbing your neck gently as she stroked your head. You knew you didn’t have time for anything more than a kiss. She had work after all. Spitfire gave you another kiss on the side of your muzzle, before sliding out of bed and getting ready for work.
You watched Spitfire out of the corner of your eye as she came back from the bathroom. Working her officers uniform over her wings carefully, she buttoned it up, smoothing it down over her crisp white dress shirt.
“I have to hurry off to work unless I want to be late. There’s still some stuff to make pancakes in the kitchen if you want to take a shot at it. Maybe you’ll have better luck.”
Sitting up in bed, you stretch fully, watching her finish knotting her tie, before cinching it neatly around her neck. She walked over, and you lean forward as you meet her for a kiss. You can tell she just brushed. She did every morning, after all. You hold her to you, hooves rubbing her neck softly. You had grown a lot more confident in these matters lately.
Breaking away, she gave you the look again. That half lidded seductive gaze that made you wait all day long just to see her again. She didn’t have to say a word as she walked out of the apartment. The door closed hard as she hurried out, and you were left with in silence.
It had been a fun few weeks. You had never really felt like this before, but you guessed this was what falling in love with a mare was like. Nearly every given minute of the day you thought about her in some way. Sometimes it was just a passing pony that shared her coat color. Other times you would see a lingerie ad or some other provocative sign, and you’d find yourself almost blushing, remembering some forbidden act you had done.
Flipping the covers off your body, you hopped out of bed and headed for the living room. You saw the making of pancakes, but thought better of it. You always felt like a brick after eating those things. You used the bathroom, combing your mane quickly as you thought of a place nearby to catch a bite to eat. They had some kind of breakfast parfait with yogurt, berries and oats that was pretty awesome. Better yet, they made a good cup of coffee.
Must be some kind of quirk you picked up from her. You absolutely craved a cup of black coffee once you woke. It was even better after a morning cuddle session. Walking out into the hallway, you locked the door behind you, and hung a left, heading for the stairs. Maybe that was another thing you picked up, too. You were using the stairs more and more, even when Spitfire was sure to not be watching. It had gotten a lot easier, even the part where you had to go up.
It was also a nice place to just be alone with your thoughts. For at least a few minutes every day, you could just think to yourself. Nopony used the stairs, after all.
When you reached the small cafe, you ordered your coffee and parfait. You ate quicker than usual, looking forward to the day. Spitfire had finally promised to let you do the whole Wonderbolt routine with her today. It was a pretty long set of tricks, but she was impressed with how much stronger you had gotten, and figured you were ready for it.
You stepped out into the clear summer day. As you took off, you were afraid and excited, your body almost feeling electric as you flew towards the academy. It was a difficult set after all. But you knew with Spitfire flying with you, you’d be okay.
As you arrive at the Amphitheater, you see the Wonderbolts already going through their routine. Blaze and Soarin’ were working on some tricks as Spitfire watched intently. Flying over, you settled down next to her, watching the show. You noticed she was already wearing her Wonderbolt uniform, apparently ready for some stunt flying. She flashed a grin at you, brushing her tail and flank against yours playfully.
It was amazing watching the pair. Blaze always took the lead, sending subtle motions to her partner, signaling him when to follow. They were practicing loops, working on matching speed and altitude carefully. You almost became dizzy as you followed their graceful arcs. Blaze was trying to buzz the ground as closely as possible, looking over at Soarin’, beckoning her partner to match her. She suddenly pulled up with him in close pursuit, trying to match her ascent and speed as closely as possible.
You could see Soarin’ concentrate as Blaze streaked higher and higher. His wings beat in powerful thrusts as he caught up, and for one moment, the both of them flapped their wings in synch, cutting the wispy morning clouds, wrapping back down to earth in a stomach dropping dive. They landed easy this time, gently making a four point landing, grinning wildly at one another. They clapped wingtips together, and strutted over to the grandstands.
“What’d you think of that, Spits?” Blaze said, obviously pleased with herself.
“Not bad, not bad. Soarin’ started out a bit low, but you guys pulled it together at the apex that time. You’re getting faster every day, Soarin’.” Spitfire said.
The blue pony blushed. “It’s not easy keeping up with her. She might be faster than you, Spitfire.”
Spitfire smirked at Blaze. “Hm. Maybe.”
Blaze seemed to ignore her, looking over at you. “What are you doing here kid? You planning on pretending to be a Wonderbolt again?”
Trying to find the right words, Spitfire breaks between you and the other yellow mare. “Hey, he’s an honorary cadet, remember? He’s got promise, you’ll admit that at least Blaze?”
“Maybe.” She looked at you, her gaze scrutinizing. “He’s still just a kid though. He’s gonna have to do something more impressive to get anywhere around here.”
“Just sit there and watch. I’ve been working with him a bit. Let’s see what you have to say after this.” Spitfire trotted away from the two ponies, reaching into her nearby saddlebag. She tossed a yellow and blue bundle at you.
Unfurling it, you noticed the familiar design of the Wonderbolts. Spitfire watched you unroll the present, smirking. “No…it’s not mine, if that’s what you were thinking.”
You held up the stretchy spandex. It was a real Wonderbolt Cadet uniform. Resembling the actual uniform the full-fledged members wore, this one was merely the upper vest, designed with the Wonderbolt lightning bolt in bright yellow going up the chest and around the neck.
“I found one in a small size the other day. I figured it would fit you.” You hold the uniform gently at first, as if you were holding some fragile thing in your hooves. It was just spandex, but as you held that uniform, it felt like the most precious thing on the planet.
“Try it on.” Spitfire said softly.
You almost didn’t want to. You wanted to take it and go home and frame it, or lock it up somewhere for safe keeping. Carefully, you pulled the thin material open, pulling it over your head. It stretched easily to accommodate you. Shimmying it down around your body, it fit like a glove. You pulled it on all the way, your mane poofing out wildly as you slid it down. Spitfire giggled, reaching over and smoothing it out slightly.
“It really suits you.” She said.
You looked down. Yes, you were really wearing it. You were fairly certain you weren’t dreaming. The electric yellow stripe caught the sun, shimmering lightly. Even just standing there, you felt faster wearing it. Like you could do anything.
Snapping you out of your daze, Spitfire motioned towards the open field. “Don’t go getting a big head just because of that uniform, rookie. We’re going to take it slow, okay? You’re still in training after all. Don’t start thinking you’re a Wonderbolt just yet.”
Nodding to her, you felt a tingle of excitement and fear through your spine. Spitfire had been working with you, but you never had anypony watching before. And you never had chained all the tricks together into an actual show. You felt nervous as you watched for her queue to start. She looked over, and those fiery orange eyes melted that lump of fear away. Your muscles tensed, and your heart fluttered as you were overcome with a sense of pure exhilaration.
She took off slowly, giving you time to catch up. With just a few strokes of her wings, she had sailed effortlessly above you. You struggle at first, reaching her. Spitfire catches you for a brief instant, holding your hoof with hers. She looks at you, her face aglow with confidence. She motions to her left, and suddenly she’s gone, speeding away into the sky with dizzying speed. Shaking yourself to your senses, you speed off after her, trying to get into place.
The yellow mare is hurtling in a wide sideways arch, sailing back at you. You carefully judge her speed and plot a path to meet her. Spitfire doesn’t let up on her speed and she nears you. The breakneck speed would have intimidated you a couple months ago. But now your senses are sharp as a razor, as your muscles tense. She’s closing fast now, her steely gaze fixed on yours as the pegasus bears down on you. At the last moment, you angle a wing sharply, turning your axis quickly. She does the same, and your hooves meet, all four meeting one another in midair. You can feel her weight press against you for a moment, before you push off and sail away. Your adrenaline is coursing through you now as you pull off the first trick successfully. You allow yourself a confident grin, as you locate Spitfire in the sky, and set up for the next.
You meet her in the sky, flying nearly wingtip to wingtip. She meets your gaze briefly, before looking ahead and accelerating, driving you faster. You lag behind slightly, and start circling her, as she starts making slow lazy loops of her own. Watching her speed carefully, you start alternating loops in midair, mirroring her own movements as you circle each other. You allow yourself a brief moment of elation as the force your own movement takes over, carrying you through the next loop as you stretch your wings out fully.
Spitfire circles closer to you, as you bring your loop in tighter. She bears down on you as you get closer and closer, almost growing dizzy from the tight loops. As you reach each other, your speed carries you through the final movements. Spitfire is looking at you intently, her form silhouetted by the early noon sun, and the green grass as she spirals into you. You flap your wings quickly for an instant to meet her, and her hoof finally finds yours effortlessly. She holds it gently, and for a brief moment you’re almost dancing with her in midair, the lingering centripetal force driving you together. You can almost feel her mane against your body as she breaks away, setting up for another stunt.
The both of you had done this next one almost religiously for weeks. Spitfire started gaining altitude slowly, having you bring up the lead behind her. You flapped furiously, trying to gain as much altitude as possible. You knew Spitfire made this looks easy, but to match a Wonderbolts ascent was harder than it looked.
Looking back at you, she gave you a confident grin, her eyes narrowed through her flight goggles. You spurred yourself on, trying to catch the elusive mare. Clouds are whipping by as you gain altitude quickly, ascending to a dizzying height. You see the Captain briefly, silhouetted by the sun as she turns quickly, immediately starting her descent. Without losing a beat, you go after her, trying to match her blazing speed.
As you fall, you watch her closely. A slight glance is all she needs to send, before you start angling in towards her sharply. You veer closer than seems rational, neatly flying by her at the last moment, angling yourself just right to slip by her. You make a lazy turn back in towards her, and find her again, waiting for the next signal as you both keep falling to earth.
She gives a slight nod, and you bank in again, adrenaline taking over as you watch the ground hurdle towards you. You’re banking in towards her again as you grow mesmerized, suddenly concerned at your altitude, worried you won’t have the clearance to finish the next pass. You have no time to react as you feel a sharp jolt of pain in your wing, throttling you around in midair, knocking you into a solid mass of falling pony. The breath is knocked out of you, and you succumb to gravity, falling limply as you try to force your wing back into action.
The only thing you can see as you spiral out of control is the ground, coming up closer to you at a frightening speed. Any attempt to move your hobbled wing seems pointless, as you try to flutter helplessly on your remaining wing. A fear creeps into your throat, choking you slightly as you realize the worst possible outcome. You curl up tightly, desperately trying to protect yourself as the ground comes frightfully close. Just as the grass comes into focus, you’re aware of a yellow and orange form barreling into you. Your chest is pushed tight at the sudden impact; the world turning over in your eyes as something hits you just meters from the ground. The blue sky fills your vision, as you feel yourself thrown into the air. You land hard on your back, completely dazed and high on adrenaline. Wiggling your hooves, you find yourself bruised, but otherwise okay.
Righting yourself, the first thing you see are Blaze and Soarin’ racing towards you. You wanted to yell out to them. To tell them you were okay.
But it was then that you saw it. A dug out trench in the earth, caved in from impact. Grass pushed aside, you followed it, the fear welling back into you as you saw the crumpled form of Spitfire at its head. Immediately trying to fly to her, your right wing buckles, still not able to support any weight. Floundering slightly, you find your hooves, racing over the grassy field to her.
As you near her crumpled form, you breathe a sigh of relief as she stirs, trying to pick herself up from the dirt. Your heart nearly breaks as she stumbles, the proud pony falling to her knees as she tried to get up. She sees you nearing her, and gives that same fearless, confident smile. As you approach her, you’re unsure of what to even do. Spitfire keeps looking up at you, her face caked with blood and dirt from her fall.
“That was bucking stupid of me…” She says softly, wheezing slightly. She’s trying to get up again.
“Just stay still…” You whisper, finding your voice is suddenly far away. Your vision clouds as tears start running unbidden, wetting your muzzle.
She tries to get up again, her rear left leg buckling, obviously injured. The Wonderbolt curses, before eventually settling down into the dirt. Her breathing seems labored as she looks up at you again. She forces a smile. “I thought I told you rookie…not to cry….”
“I’m sorry…” You say softly.
“It’s okay…this one time…” She says, before resting her muzzle of her front hooves. She doesn’t say another word. Blaze and Soarin’ arrive, racing from the bleachers. Concerned looks on their faces, they start to tend to the injured mare. You can only look on as the surrounding Wonderbolts treat her.
The only thing you could think about, watching them load her onto a stretcher and carry her away, was why you couldn’t stop crying.
Sheepishly, you turned the corner at the Cloudsdale clinic. Wing bound in a bandage, you glance through the door, the sight inside cutting you deeply. Spitfire was on her back, front leg bandaged at her side, and a still bloodied wing bandaged tightly to her side. She had taken the impact exclusively on her left side. Pebbles and stones had gouged her coat, and a patchwork of blood red pinpricks covered her. You fought back tears as you looked at her laying there.
Soarin’ and Blaze followed behind you, bringing you to see the injured Captain.
“Look kid, you don’t have to beat yourself up over this.” Blaze said.
She was wrong. It was your fault completely. You had messed up, and Spitfire had sacrificed herself to save you. You were completely helpless again. Looking down, you realized you still wore the cadet uniform. It hurt to wear it now, suddenly a symbol of some hidden shame.
“Just go talk to her. She’s not going to blame you.” Soarin’ suggested. He opened the door, ushering Blaze and you inside before closing it behind him. Spitfire stirred at the sudden sound, glancing over at you. Her orange eyes are soft and accepting.
It just makes you feel worse.
“Hey rookie. You doing okay?”
Her concern for you while she lay there cut you deep. Swallowing through a dry mouth, you walked over to her slowly. Her marred body almost made you want to cry. You couldn’t even think of anything to say. Moving next to her hospital bed, you simply rested your head against her side, burying your head against her soft fur. She cradled you to her with her good hoof, stroking your mane back. Tears started flowing, wetting your muzzle.
“Shhh. It’s alright, kid. It’s alright…” She kept stroking your head, comforting you as you wet her side with tears.
“This is nothing, you know? I’ve been in worse scrapes than this before.” She pulled your muzzle up, looking into your eyes. You sniffled miserably, trying to staunch your crying. “Did I ever tell you about the time Blaze and I took on a Hydra when we were cadets?”
“N…no…” You stammered, trying to keep your crying in check. Wiping your muzzle on a hoof, you laid your head down on her soft side, listening to her.
“Well we were out on a routine patrol. Blaze was backing me up as we were checking out the Galloping Gorge. The fog was so thick, you could barely see your hoof in front of your face! Blaze had said we should have gone back for the night, but I was going to be damned if I let our Sergeant find out we missed a patrol again.
“So into the gorge we went, my dumb behind leading the way. We were doing okay, and by that I mean we hadn’t hit any walls in the fog. I was concentrating on the canyon walls when I should have been watching the ground. Suddenly, a very ornery hydra had clipped my wing, shearing off three of my primaries! Imagine my surprise when I tried to flap my wings for some altitude, and all I did was falter in midair like an overweight turkey!
You found yourself cracking a light smile, even though tears still were streaming down your face.
“Well ol’ Blaze here, she came flying in like a thunderbolt. She put herself under my damaged wing, and flew me out. Just as we were about to escape, that beast snapped her tail up in its maw, cutting most of it clean off!
The idea of a tailless Blaze was pretty funny. You reached out a hoof, hugging Spitfire as you blinked away tears.
“Imagine the look on our Sergeants face when we limped back in the early morning, me completely out of action, and Blaze blushing as she hid her exposed flanks!”
“Hey!” Blaze shouted over. “That’s getting a bit personal, Spits…”
Spitfire was chuckling lightly. She stroked your mane once more, before holding your muzzle up so she could see your face. “The point is, rookie, we all make mistakes. I was older than you when that happened. I was practically a Wonderbolt. I should have known better than to fly through that canyon late at night through that fog.
“You made an easy mistake, and clipped your wing as you flew past me. Could have happened to anypony. I made a decision to save you from that fall, and I don’t have any regrets, okay? I don’t want you to have any either.” She held you tight with her good hoof. “I got a badly sprained leg, and a torn muscle in my wing out of the deal. In return, I was able to save your from that fall. If anything, I won that gamble, right?”
You looked up from her yellow fur, nodding slightly.
“I don’t want to hear you blame yourself for it again, okay? Wonderbolts don’t blame themselves or others for something. When you’re up there, a split second might mean the difference. You just act, and have no regrets. Okay rookie?”
Her orange eyes had turned steely and determined again. She meant these words more than anything, you could tell. It was all you could do but nod in understanding.
As you woke to the rising sun, you continue your usual morning routine. Spitfire’s well used coffee pot from work sat on the counter, happily percolating. The lingering smells of fresh muffins still filled the apartment. You had gotten a lot better at making breakfast lately.
Splayed out in front of you, Spitfire laid out on the white sheets, a half-finished mug of joe set at the nightstand. Gently, you kneaded her wing in your hooves, making sure to avoid the bruised edge. It may look a lot less menacing than it had weeks ago, but you knew it was still tender.
Working at her wing joint, she gave a soft murring noise into the bed, as her body relaxed completely. You slowly pulled the wing out, trying to get the yellow mare to stretch it farther than the previous night. A slight spasm from her back, and a stifled yelp followed, as she pulled the wing back in tight against her body.
“It’s not going to get better if you don’t move it.” You said, chiding her. She doesn’t respond at all. She just buries her muzzle deeper into the bed.
“You could just have the trainer at the Academy look at it…”
She shifts her muzzle to the side as you speak those words, one eye glaring at you. “I told you, rookie, I’m fine. It’s getting better on its own. I’ll be flying in no time.”
A lie. You had seen her trying to put some of her weight on it the other day. She flapped her right wing gamely, but the left just didn’t seem to get the picture. Almost as if it were out of synch, it floundered as she tried to take off. She only made it a few inches off the ground before she listed dangerously to her left, nearly crashing on her side. As she walked away you could see the grimace of pain on her face. Recently you had seen the mare become sick to her stomach a lot more, too. She would sometimes wake in the morning and have to run to the bathroom. You worried about her constantly.
“Maybe we could go to another doctor? You said you didn’t want to see the Wonderbolts trainer, but we could go back to the Cloudsdale hospital, right? They said you might need some rehabilitation, after all…”
She flipped to her side suddenly, distancing herself from you. “Look, just drop it, alright? I’ve seen this injury before. I just need some time to heal, that’s all.”
You weren’t so sure, but didn’t feel like pressing the matter. Her leg had healed up days ago; the fiery mare easily trotting around on it. But her wing just didn’t seem to be making any progress at all.
“I won’t bring it up again if it bothers you so much…” You said quietly.
The mare jumped down from the bed, walking over to her closet. She flipped a few garments out of the way, before finding her instructor uniform. Draping it on loosely, you could see her wince as her wing scraped against the fabric. She walked over to you without buttoning it. As she passed by, the mare leaned her head on yours, her warm neck touching yours as you stood there in shock from the sudden touch. She pulled away slightly, just far enough to kiss the side of your muzzle.
“Let’s just go to the Academy. It’ll make me feel better.”
You were Spitfire’s shadow around the Academy lately. Since she couldn’t fly more than a couple feet at once, you found yourself doing nearly everything for her. The facility had been built assuming all the ponies inside had the power of flight, after all. Even going from her office to the outside courtyards was somewhat of a challenge.
At this point you were still willing to put up with anything for the mare. Every time you watched her get up from her chair, or even shift her weight, you could still sometimes see her clutch her wing in tight against her body reflexively. Each time you saw it, your heart felt pierced by guilt.
“We need to oversee the practice today, okay?” She said, jumping down from her desk. You were at her side instantly, grabbing the file from her desk outlining the tricks and timeline for the Summer Festival. Even with the champion flier out of commission, she obviously had no intention of disappointing the Princesses.
“Who are we going to get to replace you, though?” You asked. “High Winds sort of knew the routine, but even he admitted he wasn’t fast enough anymore to keep up with Blaze and Soarin’.”
“You worry too much, rookie. I told you last night, I found a pony that can keep up. Plus she’s done the routine before.”
“You can’t mean Misty Fly? We tried her yesterday and she almost knocked out Blaze during the corkscrew! She hasn’t done enough stunt flying to know the tricks yet.” You questioned her.
“I don’t mean Misty Fly either.” Spitfire said, striding confidently down the hallway. She opened the front door to the Academy, letting the bright sun beam inside. For an instant, you could see an outline in the sky, silhouetted by the noontime sun. As it got closer, you could see the typical colored streak shooting through the sky towards you.
For a split second, you froze up. Glancing over at Spitfire, a wave of nervousness and anxiety suddenly washed over you like some awful tide of guilt finally coming in. Your mind started racing. She would have told you, right?
The pegasus descended gracefully, belying the great speed she was hurtling in at. The all too familiar light blue and white swirled contrail followed her form, leaving a wispy cloud like pattern in the sky as she landed. Confidently flipping her mane back, she pulled her well worm goggles off, smiling widely.
“M…mom?”
There was a brief moment of concern as you realized you were just standing there. Your brain fumbled about, trying to wrap around this sudden occurrence. You weren’t ready for this. You knew you were going to have to face her eventually, but this was too soon…
Fleetfoot broke the tension as she trotted towards you happily. “Sweetie…I’m so glad to see you.” She exclaimed, wrapping her strong hooves around you. You felt her well-worn flying suit against your coat, the familiar feeling making your worries fall away. She’d obviously been flying for quite some time, and yet she still smelled like coconut and atmosphere. She cradled you in her hooves as you nuzzled her gently, eyes growing wet with tears.
“Mom…I missed you.” You half croaked, trying to fight back your tears.
“It’s been a long time.” She said softly. “Looks like Spitfire has been taking good care of you.”
You’re unable to keep from blushing at her words. “Y…yeah. She’s been great.”
She leaned forward and kissed you on the forehead, just like always. “My little colt hasn’t given you any trouble, has he?”
“No, he’s been a regular gentleman.” Spitfire told her, smirking at you.
Your face advanced to the next brighter shade of red as you glanced down at your hooves to avoid her gaze. Fleetfoot held you against her in a motherly death grip, as if she couldn’t bear to let you leave her side again. “Oh! If I didn’t know better, I’d say your wings have grown since I was gone?” She said, running a hoof along your back. “You haven’t been letting him fly around here, have you Spitfire?”
The mare laughed nervously. “W…what? This runt flying around my squad? I haven’t gone soft yet, Fleet! He helps me get to work, that’s about it.”
“Well, I hope so. Flying around here is dangerous enough for full grown ponies.” Your mom said, preening your wings as you shuffled awkwardly alongside her. You looked up to see Spitfire trying to stifle a giggle. She was enjoying this.
“Mom…do you really have to do that?”
Fleetfoot stopped, using her hoof to smooth down a few stray feathers. “Alright, alright. I won’t embarrass you in front of the other Wonderbolts anymore. I get it.”
Trying to hold back a snort of laughter, Spitfire thankfully motioned you both out towards the training courtyard.
“Spitfire…how’d you hurt your wing anyways?” Fleetfoot asked as you headed out into the grassy fields.
“It’s a long story.”
Sitting in the bleachers of the amphitheater, you breathe a sigh of relief. Your mom was practicing the routine with Blaze, easily keeping up with the other mare. You sat next to Spitfire as she carefully took notes on their routine.
“You should have told me.” You finally said, speaking out of the side of your muzzle.
Spitfire just kept right on watching the two fliers. “You didn’t need to know. I’m in charge of the flight team, and we needed a replacement. Fleetfoot was the only one that could fill it, and we were fortunate enough to get her back for a week from Saddle Arabia for the festival.”
“I guess, but…” You were feeling ignored. She was treating you like a kid again. “I’m going to have to move back in with mom…” You trailed off.
“No. She leased her apartment out for the summer, remember? She’s staying in the dorms. I told her you could just keep staying at my place.” She said. Spitfire paused, not letting her eyes leave the flying mares. “If you want to, that is.”
“What does it matter? You wouldn’t have called her back if you didn’t want to end what we were…” You stopped at the end. There was no good way to finish that thought.
Spitfire stopped writing for a moment, her eyes still focused on the sky. “You knew what we had together was going to be over at the end of the summer, when she came home. Right?”
“I don’t know what I thought. I just tried not to think about it.” You said quietly.
She looked over at you for a moment, her blazing orange eyes catching the afternoon sun. “That’s why you’re still a rookie.” She said. Spitfire reached out and tousled your mane with her hoof. “For us, this whole summer has to be a dream. You got to fly with the Wonderbolts, and we got to have some fun. At the end of the summer though, you were always going to go back with mom, and I was going to get my privacy back.”
You lowered your eyes, the concrete reality finally hitting home.
“You know what would happen to the both of us if last summer were real.” Spitfire said quietly.
Nodding your head, you let her yellow hoof cradle your head against her side. Fleetfoot and Blaze were finishing up; doing the same trick you had injured Spitfire doing. Feeling strangely detached from the performance, you could glance out of the side of your eye the pair finishing the last passes flawlessly, landing on the grass courtyard triumphantly.
Spitfire raised her pencil again, making a few last notes. “We still have a few weeks left. Let’s have some fun, okay rookie?”
“Okay.”
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” You muttered, riding down on the elevator with Spitfire.
“What? It’s almost like you’re taking your marefriend to meet your mom for the first time.” She said, chuckling. She tousled your mane lightly, and you stuck a hoof up to stop her. You didn’t actually style it often, and you wanted it to stay put.
“Hey! C’mon, I’m trying to look fancy here!” You said, pushing her hooves away. “Besides, you’ve known my mom since I was a foal. It’s not like you’re meeting her for the first time.”
Spitfire grabbed your head firmly, sticking her muzzle next to your cheek. “Yes…but not as your marefriend.” She said softly, before rubbing her muzzle to yours playfully. You could smell her deeply as she held herself close to you. A feeling of dread washed over you as you realized she was in one of her moods. As if to reinforce your fears, you felt her hoof rub across your flank, playing with your tail as she wrapped around to the front of your…
“You can’t!” You blurted out. “Not tonight! My mom’s meeting us right downstairs, and we’re going out to eat, and…”
She put her free hoof to your muzzle, motioning for you to be silent, while she caressed you with her other hoof, drawing her soft fetlocks over your sheath, tickling it. You bit your lip as you could feel yourself starting to get into it.
“I told you yesterday, we’re going to have some fun before the end of the summer, right?” She nearly whispered into your ear. Her hoof was stroking you gently now as Spitfire grinned, nuzzling softly against you.
Gasping as she rubbed quickly against your sensitive glans, you nearly fell into her as your knees turned against you. Her powerful frame easily held you as she worked you harder, her muzzle suddenly growing busy as she nipped playfully along your neck. As your breath quickened you could smell her own arousal, quickly filling the cramped elevator with her musky sex.
You barely heard the faint ding as the elevator found the ground floor, the doors sliding open quietly. The feeling of her suddenly stopping caused you to bolt upright as the doors opened, suddenly trying to both stand up straight and hide your colthood from the public.
But there weren’t any strangers waiting for the lift today. Just a solitary light blue mare.
You instantly contort your body, trying to hide yourself. Fleetfoot just continues her smile. “Hey! Are you guys all set for dinner?” She asked innocently.
Could she not have noticed? Was it possible?
As if she heard your fears, your mother moved towards you, opening her hooves. She wanted a hug. Oh gods no. Not now. Spitfire smirked at your predicament, tapping your rump and pushing you gently towards her. You give the mare the most awkward hug you could imagine, as you contort yourself to keep from poking her with your extra appendage.
“Oh, this is going to be fun.” Spitfire whispered, as the three of you left the apartment complex and flew into the busy Clousdale night.
Why, out of all the places to eat in this city, did it have to be here?
The same dimly lit atmosphere. The same wall of bottles lining the wall. If you didn’t know better, it was the same discrete waiter as well.
Only this time, his knowing smile seemed to be focused on you.
“Spitfire used to come here all the time with me when we were in the Academy together!” Fleetfoot said warmly, sipping lightly at her wine. “I just love this place. It’s so out of the way, it always feels like you’re in your own private restaurant.”
Spitfire grinned at the other mare. “Yeah, it was great. Whenever we needed a girls’ night out, we’d slip away and just have a nice quiet meal. The old diner is great for getting rowdy, but sometimes you need a quiet night, you know?”
“Those were some great times, Spits.” Your mom said with a hint of wistfulness in her voice.
“Were you two close?” You asked.
Fleetfoot gave you an odd look. “Well, as close as two flight partners could be, I guess. We did almost everything together. It was important to form a bond. A lot of the routines take a lot of coordination, right? So you need to be really close to your partner. You just have to trust them completely. Trust that they’ll never let anything happen to you.”
As your mom talked, Spitfire was running her hoof up and down your leg. She was devouring you with her eyes, stalking you from across the table. As you heard your mother’s stories about the pair, you couldn’t help but wonder. There was no way she and Spitfire…
You nearly jumped out of your seat as Spitfire’s hoof cupped your colthood, squeezing it. You looked over at your mother, smiling at you. You slunk back into your chair, trying to disappear.
“Um, excuse me for a second.” You croaked, rushing from the table to the nearby bathrooms.
Fleetfoot only watched you, a quizzical look on her face. “That’s weird. How’d he know right where the bathroom was?”
You were only in the bathroom a few moments before she came in behind you. Dabbing cool water on your perspiring forehead, you looked at her intently in the mirror. She had a past, obviously. Maybe you just didn’t want to think about it before.
“You didn’t…” You started out, immediately finding it hard to even ask the question.
“You mean fool around with Fleetfoot? Of course not. I mean, I’m not going to lie to you. We’ve all tried out the home team, so to speak, right?” Spitfire said casually. She could read your expression though, immediately realizing her words, giving you a little grin. “I guess maybe it’s a little too early for you.”
There was a moment of awkward tension between both of you. Her steely demeanor faced off against the incredulous look only a pony questioning another pony about bucking his mother could effectively pull off.
“Look. I wouldn’t have done this to you, if Fleetfoot and I…” She finally said.
You knew you believed her before she even said it.
“I know.”
The mare walked up and put her hoof on your shoulder. You were thankful for once that her touch was friendly, finally looking away from the mirror and meeting her fiery eyes. She gently touched her muzzle to yours, intimately nuzzling you.
“I realize I’ve been a little selfish, too.” Spitfire said softly. “I’m feeling a little under the weather, too. I think you should just catch up with your mom. I’m gonna take off and leave you to it, okay kid?”
“Thanks.” You whispered back, breathing in her scent as she cradled your head and neck to hers.
“I’ll see you later tonight, then?”
“Yeah.” You said. “How are you going to get home, though? I could help you fly there…”
“It’s okay. Blaze is going to come get me. You have a good visit with your mom rookie.”
You watched her push open the door, walking out into the dim restaurant. This was very strange for her. Usually when she got into her moods, she wouldn’t let you refuse her. She always got what she wanted. Not that you usually were complaining about it.
The quiet of the tiled lavatory overtook you, as you slumped over the counter. A massive wave of relief washed over you. You thought back as far as you could. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been this happy to just be spending a quiet night with your mother. You checked yourself one last time in the mirror, before pushing the door open and heading back to your table.
“Spitfire said she had to head home. I guess it’s just us now.” You said, sitting back down next to Fleetfoot.
“She told me before she left. I think she felt like she was being a third wheel.” Fleetfoot said. “She always could read situations pretty well. She’s a very empathetic pony, even though she doesn’t look like it at all on the outside. So, how did you like staying with her for the last couple months?”
You didn’t have to think about it long. “It was definitely something else.” You said honestly.
Your mom smiled at the thought. “Something else is definitely the right phrase. I don’t think I’ve ever meet anypony else like her.”
Fleetfoot reached out and grabbed a fresh roll, buttering it heavily. “She told me about your little secret, too.” She said, nibbling her roll daintily.
Feeling your body grow cold, you grasped the table nervously. “W…what do you mean?”
She just kept munching happily. “Oh really. You didn’t think you could keep it a secret from your own mother? After all, Spitfire ended up in the hospital because of it.”
“Huh?”
“The fact she’s been letting you do stunts at the Academy. I can’t say I approve at all of it.” Fleetfoot said coldly. You relaxed in your seat as relief washed over you. “It’s still too dangerous at your age. You’re lucky she was there to save your rump. You know how I feel about you flying with the Wonderbolts before you’re old enough.”
“You’re right, mom. I’m really sorry.” You said, sighing in relief.
Fleetfoot grabbed another roll. She always had had a hefty appetite. “Spitfire explained that it was mostly her fault. I’m not going to hold it against her. After all…the two of us never were good with rules, I suppose. I just wanted to let you know that you shouldn’t worry about it. I’m not going to punish you for it. I think seeing what Spitfire did to herself saving you was punishment enough.”
You simply nodded at the mare. It certainly had been.
“It’s alright, honey. I’m sure other ponies already told you this, but there’s no reason to beat yourself up over it. Wonderbolts need to be extra strong when accidents happen. We need to be strong enough for ourselves and the ponies that got hurt. And I heard you’ve been helping Spitfire around. So I’m very proud of my little colt.” Fleetfoot said, smiling warmly at you.
Your heart twisted up at the kind words. You felt simply horrible hiding your secret from her now.
“I hope she isn’t being too demanding. Spitfire isn’t the kind of pony that accepts help from others very willingly. She must trust you very much.”
You nodded back at her. Words weren’t going to be happening right now.
The fact you had felt so close to being exposed weighed heavily on you more and more throughout the meal. Your veggie lasagna felt tasteless in your mouth as your mind raced. You realized this was the best time. She had to be told sometime, right? Spitfire had said not to, though. She might get in trouble if you told; she may even lose her job.
There was no good way to tell your mom that her oldest friend was nailing an underage colt that happened to be her son, however. At least no way that you could think of.
As Fleetfoot received her dessert, you knew this was when you had to speak up. She needed to know. A wild desperate hope sprung up the more you thought about it. Maybe she’d be okay with it? After all, Fleetfoot had been talking about how they disregarded rules all the time when they were younger. And she obviously thought of Spitfire as almost a sister. She might accept it, right?
You drew from deep inside to even start the sentence. Fleetfoot was thoughtfully eating a small piece of tiramisu, as you met her gaze. She stopped eating, immediately recognizing your fearful look. “Mom…I think we really need to talk about something. Something about Spitfire…”
“Hm?” She said, swallowing her piece of cake. “What about her?”
Leaning in over the table, you glanced sideways nervously to ensure you were alone. “I have to tell you something about her, mom. Something I was told in secret; that I wasn’t supposed to tell anypony about. Not even you. But…but I can’t keep it inside, okay? I just can’t keep it from you…”
“Oh. You mean THAT.” Fleetfoot said, suddenly whispering. “Of course I know about that. Why else did you think I flew in special? I didn’t come just for a silly Summer festival.”
“You…you know?”
“Of course, silly! I’m a little surprised she told you, though.” Fleetfoot said.
“Told…me?” You were suddenly quite confused.
“Well I suppose it’s because you’ve gotten really close this summer. But yeah, I’m the only other person she told. I just figured I was the only one that knew. If word got out, it could hurt her position at the Academy you know.” Fleetfoot said, her voice growing serious.
‘Well of course it would hurt her position at the Academy!’, you thought, growing more bewildered by the second.
“It’s going to be a big change for her. I know how much of a bachelor life she leads.” Fleetfoot giggled. “I guess even keeping you there for the summer was a big change for her. But this…this is going to be another level altogether. She’s may even need to get someone to take care of things while she goes to work. I think it might just be too big of a challenge for her.”
“Take care of what?” Your voice trailed out, your face suddenly becoming ashen.
“The foal, of course. Why else do you think she’s been taking it so easy after that injury. You didn’t really think a bruised wing would keep a Wonderbolt down?” Fleetfoot explained, a matter-of-fact look on her face. “I’m sure you must have known by now.”
“Of…of course. Of course I knew.” You said quietly. You felt the feeling slipping from your hooves as you flopped back into your chair. There was no way. It’s couldn’t have been…it had to be that giant meathead’s foal. That must be right. Yeah. That made perfect sense. It couldn’t be yours. Gods. Even saying ‘yours’ wracked your thoughts with more emotion than you could handle.
“Are you okay?” Your mom asked. “Your face is as white as a ghost.”
No. You weren’t alright. Not at all. Your breathing quickened to an unnatural pace, and your heart raced inside your chest. Your vision failed you as you slumped forward, toppling out of the chair, fainting in front of your mother. As the world faded out, you could vaguely feel the worn carpeting on your face, the smell of marinara sauce assaulting your senses as you blacked out.
Author's Note
I apologize for the time between updates. I sat down with this one a few times and just couldn't put the words down describing where I wanted the plot to go. I am pretty satisfied with it now, though. It was a big part of the plot and I wanted to get it right.
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.
The dim light of early morning streamed past thick curtains as you pressed closer against your mare, her body soft and comforting against your back. Her stomach rubbed against you, and you couldn’t help but afford yourself a small smile.
It was early, but you knew you both had to get up soon. The Festival wouldn’t wait. You could almost feel the excitement in her body as her muscles tensed against you. She was like this every time there was a performance. Flying for the cadets at the Academy, or flying for the Princesses; it made no difference to the Captain.
It struck you that she wouldn’t be flying this time. It was almost as if her body hadn’t caught onto the fact yet.
She stirred again, nuzzling against your mane, her breath warm against your neck. “Mmm, time to get up rookie.”she murmured.
“I’ve already been up for a while.”
“Too excited to sleep? You almost have been acting like you’re going to be in the show this week.” She said.
“Well…it’ll be a little like I’m in the show. Being in the Wonderbolt’s private box, it’s a lot closer than I ever got before. And I get to help, right?”
“Of course. I promised you that at least.” Spitfire said as she draped a hoof over you.
You sunk into the sheets, looking out at the ponies flying slowly by. It would be a lot different this time though. Spitfire had been flying in the festival as long as you could remember. Every year she was always the highlight, pulling off new stunts and tricks that nopony had ever seen before.
Thinking back to yesterday, you remembered helping her fly home. The small twinge of pain she still tried to hide when she flexed her wing out reflexively on landing. You’d been careful not to even mention her loss of flight in the weeks leading up to today. It would have been cruel to do otherwise.
You caught your cadet uniform out of the corner of your eye, draped on a chair after last nights ‘modeling’ session. Spitfire had laid it out carefully for you, draping your worn goggles over the top.
“I still can wear it, right?”
“Of course. I don’t think anypony is going to question it after all the help you’ve been to me lately. You’re as good as a cadet now, as far as I’m concerned. And if anypony has a problem with it, they’ll have to deal with me.” She said. She sounded like the Captain you remembered.
Swinging hooves over the edge of the bed, you hopped onto the carpet and picked it up. Running the stretchy material across your hooves, an excitement welled up inside you. All the previous shows you watched from the stands flashed through your mind. All the stunts your mom and the Captain did; the roar of the crowd as the Wonderbolts sailed overhead at breathtaking speeds. Even if you were just helping from the flight box, you felt like you would be some small part of that.
Spitfire grinned as she rose from the bed, your smile beaming as you put the uniform on. It felt different wearing it today.
You walked over and helped Spitfire put her flight suit on, careful to ease her wing through the fitted hole. She looked amazing, as usual. You always loved the look of her body in the tight fabric. Reaching over, she kissed you on the muzzle, sending your heart racing even faster.
“Ready to go, rookie?”
Your mind was racing as you walked through the stands with Spitfire at your side. The entire stadium was alive with the sounds and sights of the Summer Festival in full swing. Nearly everypony in Canterlot seemed to have turned out. The stadium had been decorated even more elaborately than usual to welcome the three princesses; a somewhat rare occurrence. Bright sky blue tapestries flew from the cloud balconies, and the special box seats for the royals were trimmed in gold. A few wisps of thin streamers flitted through the air, a pure white studded with sparkling dust, reflecting the bright summer sun.
Spitfire led you up to the Wonderbolt flight box. Blaze, Soarin’ and Fleetfoot were already lounging on the simple wooden benches, talking about the upcoming show. Your mom smiled when she saw you walking over with the Captain.
“Well, don’t you look handsome!” She beamed, reaching out and smoothing your mane. She noticed your uniform immediately. “You aren’t actually putting him in the show, Spitfire? You promised me.”
“Don’t worry. He’s just a cadet, after all. No flying in shows until you prove yourself, right Soarin’?”
The stallion nodded. “Yep, no worries, Fleetfoot. He’s just going to be helping us out today, right kid?”
It felt pretty awesome to hear him say that. Helping Soarin’ do anything was a pretty big deal. Looking around, you realized they all were counting on you, even if it was a small part to play. Spitfire, Blaze, Soarin’, and even your own mother. You weren’t just watching from the stands today. The timing between sending the teams out was tricky. Every aspect of the show had to be carefully choreographed or teams would run into each other or large gaps in action would break the mood.
“I won’t let you guys down.” You answered, trying to exude some confidence.
“It’ll be easy. Just stick to the itinerary we laid out and make sure to give the next team notice. We all had our first time helping out at a show. The whole thing is so exciting, I bet it will be over in no time.” Blaze said.
Nodding, you glanced down at the long list of stunts and their corresponding timing. Everything was carefully mapped out to the last second, as well as the time between breaks. Hastily drawn notes littered the entire page, where various members of the flight teams had penciled in changes during the week. Substitutions were listed if needed, and even diagrams of the various stunts were included.
Simple. Yeah.
As you shuffled through the multipage program, Fleetfoot trotted over and put her hoof on your back. “I’m sure you’ll do fine, honey. We’re all a team, after all. Wonderbolts always help each other, so you’re not alone.”
She sat with you for a while in silence, the dull roar of the crowd in the distance as you scrutinized the papers. Your mother had started stroking your mane softly. It helped the nerves quite a bit. You settled against her body as you went over the last page.
“You know, I don’t mean all those things I say to Spitfire all the time. About not wanting you to be a cadet…or a Wonderbolt. I guess…well it’s just what you have to say as a parent, right? I know you can do a lot more than anyone believes. After all, I’ve seen you do the training course at the Academy.”
Your eyes widened immediately. She knew? Why hadn’t she said anything…
“Don’t ask me how I found out. And don’t worry about getting in trouble. You’re not. I was just really surprised. Some part of me knew you could fly like that…and I think that’s why I always protected you from it. But when I saw you running the course so well…I wasn’t worried anymore. It’s just…”
She paused for a while. Your mom’s voice turned sad, but she never started to cry. She caught her emotions and held them back.
“It’s just that since your father left, I guess I’ve been a little protective.”
You glanced up and gave her an incredulous look. She was understating it. Fleetfoot cracked a smile, even though her eyes were damp from fighting her tears.
“That bad, huh? I’m sorry if I ever made it hard on you. I still feel like I'm sort of new to this mother thing.” She held you closer to her as she spoke. Setting down the papers, you settled against her blue flight suit.
“I wasn’t much older than you when I had you, you know that right? I was really just a silly filly, barely out of my cadet training. It was a lot to handle. Your father tried to help, but he was just never cut out for it. It was just you and I by your second birthday. My mom and dad…well they didn’t even want me going to the Academy. And to have a foal on top of things? No. I just always told myself I wasn’t going to give in. I wasn’t going to let anypony look at me with pity because I had you. You didn’t deserve it, and neither did I. Somehow I was going to finish the Wonderbolt training and take care of you all by myself…
“Well I did it.” Fleetfoot said, allowing herself a little smile. “And I wouldn’t have done anything differently. Although I know I haven’t been around as much as I would like. I know that sometimes I don’t realize just what kind of a colt you’ve grown up into. I haven’t really told you enough how proud I am of you. You’re almost all grown up…and you can make your own decisions. I trust you, and I just wanted to say I’m here for you one hundred percent.”
Her point became more obvious as she kept talking. At first you were afraid because she knew. But as her comforting words reached you, you felt more and more at ease. She was right that she didn’t support your choices very often. As long as you remembered, your life was a scripted event. Fleetfoot’s mind being rooted in the ordered world of the Wonderbolts never had helped. But this summer a lot of things had changed.
“Then…I guess you know.” You said softly.
“Hmm, I wouldn’t be much of a mother if I couldn’t figure that much out. I had my suspicions as soon as Spitfire told me she was pregnant. And then with how oddly you’ve been acting…”
“Was it that obvious?”
It was her turn to give you the look. “Yah. It was pretty bad.” She grinned a bit, looking out to the stands.
“What are you going to do? Don’t get mad at Spitfire, okay? She doesn’t deserve it.”
“Well she and I are going to have a long talk later. I really didn’t plan on leaving my son for a summer and coming back a soon-to-be granny. I mean, I’m way too young to be a granny. It’s depressing.” Fleetfoot said.
“Sorry.”
“We’re going to have to spend a lot of time working on this. It’s not going to be easy. And I’m still not happy with what you did. But there’s no taking it back now. I just wanted to tell you, that I don’t want you to go through what I did. I’m going to be here for you no matter what. You’re my little colt, and nothing is going to change that, okay?”
Watching the blue uniformed Wonderbolts bustle around in front of you, your own vision blurred as your eyes filled with tears. A strange mix of relief and happiness swept over you. You were glad. You hated keeping anything from your mom. The anxiety of being found out and what might happen to you eased from your mind.
“There’s going to have to be some changes though. You’re moving back in with me. I’m sure you and Spitfire knew full well what you were doing was wrong…and it needs to stop. In a couple years you’ll be old enough for the Academy. We can talk about it again then, okay?”
You nodded against her, still looking out at the stands. She finally moved her hoof down and gently tilted your head up towards her. Her eyes were gentle and kind, still misty from tears.
“I can still be there for her, right?” You asked.
Fleetfoot allowed herself a small smile. “Of course you can. You both deserve that much. When the foal comes…I want you to be there for her as much as you can. She may be the Captain, but she never had a foal before. Spitfire’s going to be in for a surprise I think. She’s going to need you.”
The both of you sat there for a while, resting against each other as you watched the crowds fill the stadium. Fleetfoot pointed out when Cadance, Luna and Celestia walked into their private box, followed by the cheers of the crowd. Everything seemed numb and far away as things sunk in. You actually were going to be a father. The worries about Spitfire and what would happen with the foal vanished, replaced with a whole new set of questions.
Why was this so exciting and terrifying all at once?
“Rookie? You ready to start? We need to get the first groups prepped.”
Snapping to reality, you look up at Spitfire, looking every bit the Captain in her flawless flight suit and aviator shades. She looked over the itinerary as she waited impatiently.
“Well? Quit the daydreaming, we have a show to do!”
Jumping up and standing at attention, you gave her a nod, grabbing your own clipboard. Helping her round up the first four cadets, you lined them up and prepared to start the show. Looking around you realized how quiet and still the stadium had become. Everyone was watching. Even the three Princesses were watching in anticipation, waiting for the first flyers to leave the flight box. Spitfire grinned at you.
“Pretty cool, huh?” She said, tossing you her stopwatch. “You keep time, okay?”
“Got it!” You replied. Signaling for the fliers to start, you clicked the watch, making a silent note of the time.
The crowd didn’t make any reaction immediately. You noticed it took a few seconds. Until the first stunt, to be precise. A steep dive of four fliers at once, with all of them banking sharply near the ground towards different directions. The speed created telltale contrails behind them, making it appear as if four blue streaks banked up and rejoined in a twirling pattern.
The crowd erupted. There it was. That feeling you remembered so fondly from previous shows. But it was different now. Being in the flight box with the team changed everything. Even without flying, it was still intoxicating. You could tell why Fleetfoot, Spitfire and all the rest loved it so much.
The show went smoothly through the afternoon. You even started feeling at ease at some point, noticing that watching the timing and preparing the flights of pegasi became easier the deeper you got into it. Soon you and Spitfire had all the acts completed, barring the grand finale.
Checking your clipboard one last time, you ensured the last six ponies were all finished with their run and safely on the flight platform before nodding to the last fliers. It was time for Blaze and Fleetfoot to do their routine. The last set of the day.
It was obvious neither pony wanted to talk. Goggled eyes were steeled in concentration as they flexed their wings on in the staging area. Checking the time, you saw Spitfire clap her hoof against Blazes’ as they moved to the edge of the platform. Signaling it was time, Spitfire motioned them off. You clicked the small stopwatch as the two ponies fell like stones as they jumped off, falling to earth as the crowd watched in hushed silence. Tightly folded wings suddenly extended, catching the two as they swooped in low over the crowd as the collected ponies burst into thundering applause.
Blaze dipped a wing in low, and you swore you could see a grin as she nimbly clipped a floating balloon off of a vendor’s cart to the delight of the crowd. She met with your mom on the opposite side of the arena, feigning a collision before the two spiraled close to each other, using their speed to shoot high into the sky with breathtaking speed. Their manes created a white and orange contrail before they split, each arching off towards opposite sides of the coliseum.
You were watching Fleetfoot intently as she entered into a series of tight loops, trying to coordinate with her partner. The two old friends had no problem keeping pace with one another as the speeds increased. They seemed to become even more in synch as the two looped tighter into the center of the arena. Finally the crowd gasped as the two seemed to collide in midair, only to gracefully clip by each other, swirling tightly as they flew higher. You smirked to yourself as you checked their time. So far all the tricks had been pretty easy; merely deceptive as the fliers alternated speeds to create the illusion of close calls. The real routine was still to come.
Fleetfoot and Blaze were widening their spiral now, slowly gaining altitude as the crowd watched on in rapt attention. In the silence of the arena the two Wonderbolts finally broke away, swinging out widely to the ends of the flight zone. Without so much as a nod to each other, the two dropped as if they were one, both falling to the ground as they folded their wings back tightly. The tension could be felt as the crowd watched the pair fall towards them at startling speeds. You watched for the nearly indistinguishable wing movements as they angled themselves into a steady angle towards the walls of the inner arena. Expertly they pulled out of the dive at a sharp angle, pulling up and turning sideways into the smooth wall set up at ground level. They skimmed along it until they neared each other, the crowd on the edge of its seats as they hurtled at maximum speed towards a certain collision.
You could tell Blaze initiated the dodge. She always did. Dipping in tight against the wall at the last moment, she scooted under Fleetfoot’s hooves, narrowly avoiding the other pony. The crowd stood in shocked silence for a moment before cheering, filling the entire stadium with applause. You even noticed the three Princesses finally getting into the show, cheering gamely along with their subjects.
Blaze and Fleetfoot grinned at each other as they met in the center of the stadium, lazily circling each other as they prepared for the last trick. The pair started gaining altitude again. Watching intently, you remembered this stunt well. The two ponies climbed until they touched the wispy clouds themselves, barely specks in the blue sky. You didn’t even have to see them though. You could picture them preparing for the dive, slowly synchronizing their movements. The two dots started spiraling in tune with each other, spinning faster as they dropped.
The entire crowd was mesmerized by the fliers as they fell to earth. Their dive was accentuated by their tight spirals, giving the illusion of extreme speed. You knew better. The real test was the centripetal force. Paired with the dive, it almost made a pony black out. Learning to fight through it was part of the trick.
As the two Wonderbolts neared the upper tiers of the stadium, their spirals became tighter. The pegasi flirted with disaster as they clipped by each other several times, feathery wings touching in midair as they tried to elicit the maximum thrill for the fans.
It was almost as if you could see it happening in your mind as you watched Blaze tempt fate. It was hard to tell if she had lost her synch or if she was showing off for the fans. No, that would have been impossible. She wasn’t like that. Blaze never endangered herself or other fliers. She was the rock of the team. Always serious in the air, and always obsessing over doing everything right.
It was hard for anyone to believe even when it happened in front of you. Blaze dipped her wing too low, clipping Fleetfoot’s body. For an agonizing split second, she flipped in midair, tumbling over herself as her wing instantly crumpled under the high speed impact. Fleetfoot righted herself, but after the impact she was struggling just to stay in the air.
The crowd didn’t even have time to react as the orange mare fell like a stone towards the ground, desperately flapping her good wing to hold altitude. The sheer speed was too much, as she felt her good wing buckle under the strain, leaving nothing between her and the unforgiving reinforced cloud cover beneath her.
Out of the corner of your eye, Spitfire had acted without thinking. Jumping from the platform, she launched herself from the staging area, grunting as she spread her wings, fighting the pain of her bruised muscles as she dove towards Blaze.
It was hard to remember what happened next. For years to come, ponies would tell you about it. But you really never remembered the whole picture. All you could ever remember was seeing Spitfire dive off into the sky, wincing with pain. An image flashed by of your mother plummeting to earth all those years ago, as the Captain lunged in at the last moment and saved her.
And the next moment you dove after her.
Without goggles, you slit your eyes against the speed, catching the Captain quickly. If she was in pain, she wasn’t showing it. She glanced at you for only a moment before she locked her wings back, diving deeper on an intercept course with Blaze. Following her lead, you plunged in after her, making short, stabbing flaps with your wings to keep up.
With a swift flap, you could see Spitfire catch up with the wounded Wonderbolt, grasping her tightly in her hooves as she strained with her damaged wing to slow her fall. Blaze was near unconsciousness as the Captain struggled to pull her out of her fall. You could see as you hurdled towards the pair that they weren’t going to make it. You also knew there was no way the Captain would ever let her go.
Gritting your teeth, you collided with both of them, trying to avoid Spitfire’s damaged wing. Grasping at Blaze, you managed to catch a hoof in in your grasp, holding her tightly as you extended your wings quickly. The air caught you hard as you grimaced against the pain. Holding onto the Captain and Blaze, you gave up on pulling them out of the dive, and angled towards the ground. Instead of falling, you could feel yourself pulling into a sharp angle, slowing your speed as the ground loomed ominously below you.
It was Spitfire that ended up making the last move. You could hear her cry out as she forced her damaged wing out straight, catching the air hard as she made a last bid to slow your descent. For a brief moment it didn’t seem to be working. But you quickly realized the ground was slowing its approach. Instead of the impact you were expecting, your hooves touched down slowly on the solid cloud cover, surprising you so much you almost lost your hold on Blaze. Spitfire lost her grip as soon as you landed, immediately clutching her injured wing to her body. You laid Blaze down carefully, still in a haze as the emergency staff rushed the grounds, quickly carrying the injured Wonderbolt off on a stretcher.
It was only after the crew had taken over caring for her that you noticed Fleetfoot standing at your side. Your mother had landed almost entirely uninjured, trotting over quickly to check on Blaze. Still shaken up, you remembered Spitfire declining any help, even as she clutched her wing tightly to her body, obviously fighting back the pain.
It was hours before you could make sense of what had all happened. Nerves still frayed from the accident, you sat on the wooden bench in the Wonderbolt flight box. Blaze and Fleetfoot had both ended up going to the Cloudsdale hospital for treatment, although Fleetfoot had told you she likely would be released that night.
Spitfire had refused any help. She stayed until all the medical teams had finished, making sure all the members of the team were treated. She even wanted to return to the flight box to wrap things up before heading to the hospital.
The Captain had struggled to fly even the short distance up to the box. You had to help her even more than usual. She started gathering things up in silence, collecting Blaze’s and Fleetfoot’s belongings as she tidied up the small area.
“It’s not that unusual, you know. For a Wonderbolt to end up in the hospital after a show. It just comes with the territory. It seldom keeps us grounded for long. So don’t worry too much about those two, okay?”
She had broken the silence to try to comfort you. It wasn’t exactly working.
“Are you okay? You didn’t hurt your wing again, did you?” You asked.
“Don’t worry about me. It’s nothing, really.”
You let her go about her business, gathering all the objects left behind. She placed them all in a box, before realizing there was no way she could carry it and still fly. Spitfire sighed, dropping it on the ground, as she stood on the edge of the staging area, looking out on the empty arena in the evening air.
“You don’t have to do everything by yourself all the time, you know.” You said quietly.
“That may be. But it’s easier this way usually.”
Shrugging, you moved closer to her. Standing in the cool air of the evening, she pushed against you, resting her weight on your side in an intimate action. You returned the favor, bracing her weight with your own.
“Fleetfoot knows about us, you know. She knows about the foal. She knows everything.”
“Yah. Well that’s probably because I told her.” Spitfire replied.
You tried to be surprised, but found you just couldn’t. It seems obvious she would have told mom. The more time you spent with Spitfire, you realized more and more that there was no way she ever would have hid such a thing.
“I thought we weren’t going to tell anypony…”
“No. You said you hated keeping secrets from your mother. And I can’t really blame you there. It’s not fair. Fleets is a good mare, rookie. She deserved to know.”
“She said we can’t see each other again. Until I’m old enough for the Academy at least.” You said.
“Well…do you think that’s a bad idea? What we were doing was wrong. We both knew that.”
“Yah. She’s probably right.” You said, hiding your disappointment. “Spitfire? Remember what you said about taking care of the foal?”
Spitfire chuckled slightly to herself. “She talked to you about that too, huh? You think you’re just going to play the daddy when you’re still a kid? You think I’d let you wreck your life like that?”
“I don’t care what happens to me. I want to do it.”
“You don’t even know what you’re saying.” Spitfire said.
You sat there in silence for a few moments gathering your thoughts. Maybe you didn’t know what you were doing. But you knew what felt right. Wasn’t that all that mattered?
“Maybe I don’t. But I know that ever since I found out about the foal, I wanted to be there with you. You don’t have to do this thing all by yourself to protect me. I’m not a kid anymore. I’m a cadet now, right? I’m practically a Wonderbolt…”
Spitfire moved a hoof to your mouth, stopping you. Glancing over, you could see her smiling. “Didn’t I tell you that you’re more cute when you don’t say anything, rookie?”
You didn’t get a chance to speak. She held your muzzle to hers, leading you into a deep kiss. As your heart beat faster, your worries melted into obscurity as the mare circled your tongue with hers, locking you against her soft form as she made out with you. A strong hoof cradled your neck, coaxing you into her body even deeper as you returned her kiss.
When she finally broke away, she was looking into your eyes with a loving stare. As she gently nuzzled against your neck, you felt like everything would be alright.
“We’re going to have to figure some stuff out, okay? But if you really want to do this with me, we can try it.”
You started to speak, but in the end decided not to. It was nice to just sit there resting against her in the early evening, watching the light fade from the huge arena. This wasn’t exactly how you planned your first day in the Wonderbolt flight box to be. As you glanced sideways at the Captain, you could see a soft smile on her muzzle as she watched the groundskeepers clean up after the show.
You decided everything had turned out fine.
Author's Note
Really sorry about the delay guys. I had a lot of company over Thanksgiving and I wanted to get this just right, so I took my time. I hope you enjoy it.
There will be an Epilogue at some point soon to tie up loose ends.
The image for the chapter was some awesome fan art by Dmann .
Working with both hooves full, you tended to the wilted spinach as you scrambled a half dozen eggs together. Not to brag or anything, but you had become a pretty darn good cook lately. It was a bit of an adjustment for a colt that was raised on take out food. Fleetfoot had been pretty insistent though. A good family should have dinner together every once in a while at least. Sure seemed funny coming from her.
Finishing scrambling the eggs, you added fresh mushrooms to the pan, sautéing them all together before carefully adding the egg. A few minutes later, the bottom had set. Sprinkling a liberal amount of cheese on top, you popped the whole thing into the oven.
Glancing at the clock, you sighed. There was work to do for your math test the next day, and you had to go over the new flight course still with Spitfire. There was going to be flight test for the cadets tomorrow, and you needed to improve your time.
Looked like another long night.
As you sat down at the table with your textbook, Fleetfoot let herself in. Her mane was windswept and frizzed, the exhaustion of the day evident as she smiled gamely at you. You knew she’d taken on some private flight students to make up for the loss of her pay from traveling shows. Between her time training and instructing at the academy, her days were long and hard.
“That’s what I like to see my colt doing!” She exclaimed, inspecting your work.
“If I want to pass I figured I better…”
“Don’t be so gloomy. You’ll be fine tomorrow. You’ve been getting better at your math problems every day, I can tell.” She said, dropping her saddlebags near the door. She sniffed the air. “Hey, you started dinner too, huh?”
“Mmhm.”
Walking past, she ruffled your mane playfully. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say my little colt is growing up. Time to throw out your Under-Roos and action figures?”
You just gave her a deadpan look.
“Okay, okay! Hey, I’m going to take a shower real quick. I’ll be out soon for dinner. I can’t wait to taste it!” She said, smiling as she retreated to the bathroom.
Glancing at the clock, you got up and turned the oven off. Peering in, you could see the frittata had risen nicely, with the cheese bubbling and slightly browned. You grinned. Looked pretty good!
Setting the pan on the stove to cool, you could hear the door quietly open. Glancing over, you saw Spitfire walk inside, look over at your dinner and give you a big grin. She looked so tired lately. She normally looked so confident and authoritative in her uniform. But now she seemed so run down. Her hair was slightly frayed, and her officer’s coat was unbuttoned. You could see the foal so clearly now. Smiling, you walked over to her, reaching over and smoothing her errant strands of mane into place. She didn’t say a word as she moved against you, resting her head against your side.
It had been only five months since the Festival, and things had changed quite a lot. Fleetfoot had been really great since you talked to her. She suggested you all move into a different apartment in Spitfire’s building; one with two bedrooms and a lot more space. It was a little weird having your mom living with you and Spitfire, but it was much better than nothing. Being able to just be with her every day was worth it.
You just stood there for a few minutes, cradling your head against hers as you stood in the dull heat of the afternoon sun. This was always the highlight of the day. You wondered if she felt the same way. Spitfire nuzzled you intimately, meeting you with her blazing orange eyes.
She always seemed stronger when you looked her in the eyes.
“That really smells good.”
“We better taste if before we say anything else.” You replied, smirking at her.
“I’m sure it’s going to be awesome. I could eat a manticore after today.” Spitfire strutted over to the sink, getting a large glass of water.
“How are you feeling?”
She plopped down in the leather sofa before answering. “Oh, just about the same. You try leading Wonderbolt cadets in formations when you’re carrying an extra thirty pounds!”
“Well just don’t over exert yourself. If we followed the doctor’s advice you would be staying at home by now.”
“A doctor isn’t going to keep me away from the academy.” She replied smugly. “Besides, are you saying I’m not pony enough to keep those trainees in line and carry this foal at the same time.”
“Hm. I would never question the Captain.” You said, settling down next to her. Reaching out a hoof, you rubbed her exposed belly.
Spitfire sighed. “I’m getting so gigantic.”
“You’re still more sexy than any other mare.”
“You’re a bad liar.”
Spitfire put her hoof on yours, gently holding you close to her. Rubbing her gently, you could almost feel your foal inside. No matter how many times you did this, you always felt a strange rush of excitement and joy. Every time you fell in love with her all over again.
“Who says I’m lying?” You smiled at her as you held her closer, meeting her muzzle with yours, kissing her.
As you heard the bathroom door open, you both broke away, slightly shuffling away from each other. You couldn’t see behind you as Fleetfoot shuffled by softly, a towel wrapped around her flank and a gigantic smirk on her face.
If there was one thing you had learned in the past months, it was that life can be hard sometimes, but getting through those tough times makes the good all the better.
It wasn't long before Spitfire had gone into labor. She played it off as no big deal, as usual. You knew better. She was stressed and worried with her first pregnancy. You tried to be as helpful as you could, but still ended up feeling like a third wheel for most of the delivery.
But when you saw Sunny Skies for the first time, all the worries and all the bad in your life seemed far away. Your chest tightened up and vision blurred with tears as you held the small foal. She nuzzled into your side, sleeping contentedly. A pale blue coat, and the trademark fiery mane of her mother.
She was perfect.
As you sat down next to an exhausted Spitfire, she held your hoof gently as you both enjoyed the moment in silence. She gave a faint smile as you smoothed the stray strands of damp mane from her face.
“I probly look terrible right now, don’t I?”
You shook your head. “You’ve never looked more beautiful.”
A short time later, you sat together with Spitfire watching the city wind down for the day. She rested her head and mane on your chest as she held Sunny. Every time you stroked her mane she nuzzled against you closer. It hadn’t been the best day.
Spitfire finally had to step down from her post at the Academy. Everything had just been too much for her to cover up. The fight with Fire Streak was under investigation, and there were all sorts of rumors going around about the father of the foal. Most of the ponies from the Academy knew it was a cadet, and possibly an underage one. But no one knew just who it was.
You hadn’t even been asked to attend the trial. As far as the Academy was concerned, you were never there. Even though you avoided the trial, you could tell she had shielded you from harm. Facing accusers questioning her morals and her sex life, she had defended you as best she could. Spitfire had told them about Fire Streak’s ‘initiations’ but had refused to tell them who the cadet was. Coupled with her reluctance to talk about her pregnancy, the council overseeing the Academy had little choice. They allowed her to take a temporary leave, but their intention was clear.
It hurt so bad. Sitting here, still a cadet, still with your mare and your foal. Even though it was a perfect evening, you couldn’t ease the knot in your gut. You felt so damned selfish.
Looking over, you could see Sunny yawn, and yet she didn’t wake. Spitfire fussed with her a moment, rocking her slightly in her arms.
“It’s my fault. All of this is.” You said quietly. Spitfire lay still against you for a while, looking out the window and avoiding your eyes.
“Don’t be stupid, rookie. You really are dense sometimes.”
You were both quiet for a long time. Spitfire lost in thought and you wondering what the hell to say after that. You’d learned over the past couple years not to test her if she was in a bad mood.
“It wasn’t just for you, you know.” Spitfire finally said. “You realize what kind of life Sunny would have if the truth came out. You’d be tossed out of the Academy and I’d probably be in jail. Not to mention what might happen to Soarin’…”
She looked over at you finally, her eyes wild and defiant. Spitfire could see the confusion on your face.
“You didn’t know? He’s been covering for you and I. He knew the whole time. Soarin’ is a good friend, and I wouldn’t want to put him in an awkward position.”
“I guess I sound pretty pathetic, blaming myself for everything.” You replied meekly.
“It’s alright. I can forgive you for it.” Spitfire gave you a little grin. It was the first time you’d seen her smile in days. It helped push some of the gloom from your heart.
“What are we going to do now?”
Spitfire sighed, resting her head on your shoulder as she glanced casually up at you. “I’m not sure. I’m not going to get paid while I’m on disciplinary leave.”
“I could work somewhere. There’s always jobs available at the Academy for running deliveries.”
She glared at you when you mentioned it. “Absolutely not. You have one job right now, and that’s school and your classes at the Academy. That’s quite enough for a colt.”
“I’m not going to be a colt forever…” You mumbled.
She couldn’t help crack a smile at that. “So, you think you’re a grown up stallion now, huh?”
“I’m almost 16!”
“Wow! Practically a lady!” She retorted, giggling.
“C…cut it out. I’m not a kid anymore.”
“That’s your problem, rookie. You still are. I….” Spitfire froze up a bit, averting her gaze from you. She went back to fussing with Sunny. “I’m sorry for that. Sometimes I think I made you grow up too fast. No colt should miss their own youth.”
Your mind raced when she said that. Had she really blamed herself for this all these months? You felt a sudden sadness well up inside as you held her closer, cradling her head against your chest as you stroked her soft mane.
“I did what I wanted to do. I was really a horrible mess when I came here, Spitfire. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve grown up a lot because of you, but it’s only been for the better. You make me want to be a better pony. You’ll always be my little Firefly.”
She froze a moment when she heard that. “You know, he always used to call me that.”
“Yah. I think it suits you though.” You said. “Do you mind it?”
“N…no. It’s okay when you say it…”
Spitfire craned her neck around, rubbing against your cheek. Leaning down, you kissed her gently, careful not to wake up Sunny. As she kissed you back, you wrapped a hoof around her neck slowly, stroking her mane and neck as you enjoyed the intimate contact. It had been far too long.
She broke away slowly, and you could swear you saw a blush on her face as she looked away. “We should put Sunny to bed. It’s getting late.”
“We’ll figure it out, okay? As long as we’re all together, we’ll be fine.”
Spitfire nodded, trying her best to give you a brave smile.
You hoped you could actually back up those words.
Author's Note
Sorry for the long wait guys. I'm still working on this. There will be a Part 2 coming soon.
If you take things day by day, things can get better, even if it seems like they never will.
That's one thing your mom taught you. She knew a lot about getting through the bad times.
Spitfire had never been given a formal release from the Academy. But she never was asked back, either. It had been hard for her at first. Ever since she was a filly, the Academy was all she knew. You could tell it hurt her more than she let on. She had taken a job with the local tourism board doing higher speed tours of the city. But you could tell the job was taking a toll on her. Every day she would come home, trying her hardest to keep a smile for you and Sunny.
It took a lot to stay strong with your training at the Academy. Fleetfoot wouldn't hear of you quitting it, even though you could feel the pain in her voice when you talked to her about it.
The one bit of salvation through it all was having Fleetfoot around a lot more. You could tell she was proud of you even through everything that happened. And she adored Sunny. She had no problem taking the small foal whenever she had the chance. She was the one pillar that was there holding you up. Flying extra shows and watching Sunny during the day, Fleetfoot never had said another word about you and Spitfire.
Making ends meet some weeks was hard. Things were expensive in Cloudsdale. Spitfire had been making a good wage before, but since then, you had discovered how expensive taking care of a foal while paying for room and board in the big city was.
With the worry about bits, the guilt would come back far too often. Sometimes you'd wake next to Spitfire, rolling over to watch her while she slept. Watching the way her fiery mane draped over her face in the dim light of the day. And then you'd feel the sting stab you somewhere deep inside.
Maybe this was how it felt to grow up?
Spitfire caught you one morning, as you just stared out the window from your bed, a long eyed stare on your face.
"There's a look I never thought I'd see on a colt." She said, still waking up. "What's on your mind?"
"A lot." You said. You almost felt like chuckling to yourself. That was an understatement.
"Same here." She responded, rubbing her muzzle against your shoulder. "Want to tell me?"
"Just thinking that this is how it's always going to be."
Spitfire pulled away suddenly and looked directly at you. "What do you mean?"
"Well...is this what it feels like for you? Does this ever get easier? Every day I wake up, I feel like everything I've done until now is wrong. It feels like everything I've done until now has caused nothing but problems for other ponies."
Spitifire smirked at you slightly. "That's regret. It's perfectly normal."
You sighed at her. "It's not funny. I didn't think it was supposed to be like this. I always saw you and Soarin', and I couldn't wait to have a life like you two. But now that I'm getting closer to what I wanted...I don't know if I like it anymore."
"You're hilarious sometimes, Rookie. You really think Soarin' and I coasted through to the Academy and it was all sunshine and daffodils?" Spitfire said, giggling to herself. She fell back on the bed, smiling at you.
"We all went through lots of hard times to get where we were. Lots of things that we weren't proud of. I remember when I first came to Cloudsdale, I had just run away from home..."
You looked over at the mare, suddenly captivated. She had never talked about her family before. It was hard to even imagine she had one sometimes.
"Well, let's just say they weren't supportive of me joining the Wonderbolts. They had always been weather ponies. And they didn't see why I shouldn't be one either. I had found a young colt that was already in the Academy. He seemed like everything I had been missing all rolled up in one pony. I could feel a sense of adventure whenever I was with him. He came from money, and promised to help me get by in the city if I came.
"It didn't take me long before I realized I made a mistake. The first week he was already pressuring me for sex. I was a young filly from the country that had never even had her first kiss." Spitfire smiled sadly as she talked.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't let him. Everything felt different when I was with him. He was really nice to me sometimes. But it didn't take long before I realized my mistake. As soon as I was accepted to the Academy, he changed. He treated me like a piece of property. I knew when I saw him with you...I knew he hadn't changed."
Something snapped taunt inside you when she said that. Suddenly you could see him again, that smirking face...
"Fire Streak always was a bad seed. I put up with him because I had no choice. I grew up a lot that year, because I had to." Spitfire could sense your surprise at her story. She reached out a hoof and put it around your shoulders. "Soarin' saved me. He knew what a jerk Streak was. He's the first genuine pony I ever met in Cloudsdale. Streak never got over it though. Every time I got promoted, he always was there, trying to hold his abuse over me, trying to control me even when he couldn't anymore.
"I guess what I'm saying is, you're always going to have some bad times. But in my case, I never would have met Soarin' otherwise. And I wouldn't have met Fleetfoot later that year. When something bad happens, you need to use it, okay? It's like a test at the Academy. If you take it on and beat it, you're going to get stronger. Okay?"
You nodded at the mare, trying to find some comfort in her words. She always seemed to be able to make sense of things, even when you couldn't. But you weren't so sure this time. She was the one that had given up the most for you. And it was completely like her to try to make you feel better about it.
Sliding off the bed, you got your uniform on and ate a small breakfast quietly in the kitchen. Sunny had been sleeping a lot better lately. Sometimes she made it well into the morning before she woke. You checked in on her in the small office space of the apartment, long since turned into a makeshift nursery. The small foal was awake, looking up at you with wide eyes.
She was unusually quiet for a foal. You picked the little bundle up gently, and held her against you. You had a few minutes before class. Taking Sunny to the couch, you sat down and watched the city come alive. The early morning sun reflected off the glass of the surrounding buildings, pink and vivid as the dark of dawn gave way. A few pegasi were already flying by, on their way to work. Looking down, you could see the foal had dozed off again. With a grin, you smoothed her hair back off her forehead. It always reminded you of Spitfire when you slicked it back over her head.
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Your daily routine at class was unusual to say the least. As a first year student, you had a full workload every day. The academy tried to weed out the problem ponies quickly. Those that didn't cut it were usually sent to classes for weather and or other more menial branches. Some were just asked to leave.
But due to your situation, you already were known to most of the instructors. Fleetfoot was well known and respected by the other students.
And somehow...everyone seemed to suspect your relationship with Spitfire, but no one seemed to have any evidence to directly accuse you of anything.
It wouldn't take a smart pony much to put two and two together after all. Soon after you arrived, you were working with the senior Wonderbolts directly on show coordinating. The higher grade students had seen you and Spitfire together several times. And then suddenly, she was asked to leave under suspicious circumstances.
Most ponies didn't believe it. The other early year students looked up to you. You weren't just being carried by people you knew; you did well in your classes and the others knew it.
But some of the seniors wouldn't let things be. Everypony at the academy adored Spitfire. And some of them blamed you for her leaving. For the most part they left you alone. Having Soarin' and Blaze watch your back helped a lot in that department. But it was hard to fit in, and none of the ponies your age wanted to talk to you much outside of class.
You were spending lunch periods and time after class with the instructors. It was nice, in a way. Soarin' had lots of stories about Spitfire and times from the academy. He was always there to listen when things got harder.
And best of all, he never judged you once. You couldn't honestly think of anyone else that 'knew' and hadn't said a single word. If nothing else, he seemed more concerned that you and Spitfire were getting along and the foal was doing well.
In some ways, he was a lot like the father you had never known. And you appreciated him for that.
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It was no big surprise that Soarin' was the one that organized your sixteenth birthday. Of course he never told you. That wouldn't be his way. He and Blaze had lured you away after class, talking about meeting Spitfire after work. You were so caught up in chatting with them, you didn't realize until you had arrived at a familiar dive bar in the heart of town. Memories of hung over mornings flashed past as you walked inside.
Everyone had showed up for your party. Familiar faces from the Academy, old friends, and Spitfire and Fleetfoot welcoming you to a nearby table. Fleetfoot tended to Sunny's bassinet.
The other Wonderbolts had already started a tab. Fleetfoot winked as she passed a tall glass of beer. Taking a big sip, the froth covered your muzzle as all your friends talked and laughed around the table. In the dim light of the bar, you smiled a bit to yourself as you saw everypony enjoying themselves.
Spitfire caught your smile and grinned, reaching over and ruffling your mane like she used to do when you first met her. It was a bit embarrassing then, but you had grown to like it. Sliding over slightly, you bumped against her on the tall stools at your table, nearly falling over as you leaned against her, hugging her tight.
Soarin’ and Blaze had to pull you apart to give you a poorly wrapped present. Soarin’ especially had trouble holding back his anticipation as you unwrapped the gift. It took a moment to even realize what they had given you. It was a framed document of some sort. Holding it closely to a nearby lantern, you could make out the writing.
“This document shall serve as notice that Fire Streak has been dishonorably discharged from…” Your eyes were wide as you kept reading.
“Where the hell did you guys get that?!” Spitfire said, craning her neck to read as well.
“Heh, Blaze knows someone in records. It’s the original copy. Figured you might like it…for reasons.” Soarin’ chuckled.
“You should put it back. We don’t need that thing sitting around the house.” Fleetfoot added.
“Oh c’mon Fleets.” Soarin’ protested. “That was hard to get.”
“We’re keeping it.” You said, grinning at Soarin’. “I know just the wall to put it on.”
“See, the kid’s got taste!” Soarin’ laughed.
Fleetfoot just sighed, pouring herself another beer. The serving pony quickly filled up the pitcher with a smile.
It was a pretty good birthday.
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It was late when you arrived back at the apartment. Your head still fuzzy from the drinks, you hung up your saddlebags and grabbed a glass of water.
“Grab me one too?” Spitfire called out.
You obliged, putting both on the table. Fleetfoot had taken Sunny to her room, leaving you and Spitfire around the dining table. You pushed her drink over, both of you drinking deeply, trying to chase away any hangover from the following morning.
The other mare was strangely silent, sipping her water slowly as she gazed across the table.
You didn't even realize when Fleetfoot left the apartment, taking the softly sleeping Sunny with her. The mare grabbed her saddlebags and walked out the front door quietly, leaving you and Spitfire alone at the table.
It first dawned on you when Spitfire became silent, and stared at you with her fiery eyes. It had been quite some time since you saw that look. Instantly, you glanced around for Fleetfoot, worried that the vigilant pony might see you. It was then that you realized she had left the two of you alone. Spitfire was staring you down, gazing almost with a hunger.
"So how was your birthday so far?" She asked, reaching a hoof under the table. You could feel her soft fur against yours, as she rubbed slowly upwards.
"Pretty good so far." You managed, trying to stay strong against her advance.
"Want to make it even better?" The mare replied. You couldn't help but breathe in quickly as her hooftip grazed your sheath, tickling you slightly all the way up.
Still in a haze of confusion and lust, you stared at her, trying to figure her out. The mare smiled a wicked smile. "I talked to Fleets. She figured since you’re sixteen now..."
Her other hoof was tracing your leg. You didn't know where it was headed but you wanted to find out.
"Besides, it must be torture sleeping next to me, and not being able to do anything about it."
Her other hoof had hooked yours, and pulled you closer to her. She reached down and guided your rear hoof along her thighs. You could feel her heat as she spread open for you. You bit your lip as she teased you along her intimate nethers.
Hardly able to help yourself anymore, you lunged at the mare across the table, tackling her to the ground and pushing both of you against the sofa.
Dears gods you loved that lemon shampoo smell.
"You have gotten a lot faster, Rookie." She said softly as you kissed her chest. She pulled you close, but you broke her embrace and met her muzzle to muzzle. Her face flushed as her orange eyes went wide. "Stronger too..."
You pulled her into a deep kiss. The two of you had kissed these past months of course; many times in fact. But this was different. The anticipation made it electric as she met your tongue, taking you inside hers. She nibbled your lower lip as you ran anxious hooves along her body. Her warmth pushed hard against you as you rubbed her thighs, her breath fast and warm on your muzzle as Spitifre writhed in pleasure.
"Hold on..." She said softly. "I need to get something..."
You followed her into the bedroom, not really caring what the surprise was as you watched her flank sway as she trotted into the bathroom. She was certainly fast. Not but thirty seconds later, the mare emerged, walking slowly towards you.
'Sweet Celestia...' you thought. 'I can only get so erect...'
Spitfire strode into the bedroom, kitted out in her entire flight suit, goggles and all. The bright blue and yellow spandex clung dangerously close to her body. Every move of her muscles could be seen as she strutted slowly over to you. With a forceful push, she set you on your back on the bed, crawling up between your legs. Orange eyes gazed lovingly at your member, as she grazed it with her muzzle, licking your length as the mare slithered up against your chest.
"There's a surprise inside." She whispered, handing you a small box with a dial. The mare ground her crotch against your rod. "Turn it on."
Hoof trembling in anticipation, you reached for the small pink dial, turning it slowly until it clicked on. There was an immediate buzzing sensation against you, as Spitfire trembled and bucked against your thighs slightly. A giddy grin on her face, she held your hoof against her nethers. You could feel a small vibe merrily buzzing away against her clit, held fast by the tight fabric. The mare reached out and moved your hoof on the dial, increasing the sensation. She sighed as she kissed you again, grinding against your thigh as you rolled on the sheets.
Breaking away from your grasp, Spitfire slid down your body, staring at you as you lowered the dial speed. You could feel her breath against your member as she reached out her soft tongue and engulfed the tip. Teasing the underside of your cock, her head bobbed in fast, short strokes, her fiery mane flowing over her eyes as she worked. Gods she was good at that. You rewarded her by increasing the dial setting. You could feel her shudder around your length at the sudden pleasure, momentarily forgetting herself as she held you in her mouth. In a moment she found herself again, and increased her tempo, going deeper on you. She made an obscene slurping noise as she popped free from you.
You could tell from her face she was flagging fast. Even at the lowest setting, as she rose up, you could see the entire rear end of her uniform was soaked through. Spitifre turned around at the end of the bed, reaching behind her and deftly pulling the uniform away from her tail, enlarging the tailhole enough to see her tight ass.
Not needing any further invitation, you took her from behind, rubbing your rock hard erection along her. You turned the dial up, enjoying the sensation through her uniform as you lubed yourself up with her drenched spandex. She helped you move into position, gasping slightly as you pushed against her asshole. Always the one to want to take the lead, she pushed back against you, taking nearly your whole length in one go. Biting your lower lip, you sat there for a moment, trying hard not to cum as her whole ass pulsated around you.
"Rookie..." She said, her voice coming in small pants. "I'm close."
Realizing your selfishness, you began to move, testing the small opening first. Gods, she was tight here. It was hard to even move. Her drenched uniform coated your member in her juices as you started humping her in earnest. Spitfire started making the cutest mewling noises as you increased tempo, taking care not to take her too deep. As if sensing your hesitation, she pushed hard against you, forcing the last few inches in. For the first time you could feel her spandex covered rump against your thighs, your twitching member fully inside her. She grabbed your hoof, turning the dial to the max.
Spitfire started clamping hard on you as she came. Her legs gave out as you propped her up from behind, finishing off with a few quick strokes. You hilted the mare, collapsing on her form as you filled her up. Her ass kept twitching for what seemed like several minutes, as your dick sat inside her, slowly deflating. Both of you were panting as you rolled off her. You couldn't help but grin when you saw her uniform snap back into place, keeping your seed inside her.
"Old academy trick." She said, gazing at you with dreamy eyes. She reached over and turned the dial off.
"That was new." You said, snuggling against her on the floor.
"That was just the warmup. You're not tired yet, are you? I'm nearly twice as old as you are."
You smiled at her. "No ma'am!"
Trying to compose herself as much as a mare that just got fucked silly could possibly do, she slicked her mane back and stood. "Good cadet. Up on the bed. Don't make me ask twice."
Author's Note
I wanted to start writing again, but I felt I couldn't start anything new until I finished this story. I loved writing every bit of this tale, and I hope everyone here enjoyed it too. It was unfair of me to leave last year and not finish it. I hope you enjoy the conclusion.
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.
“Watch out for that building, rookie!” Spitfire yelled, clutching your body tightly, as you tried to veer sideways. “For gods sake just slow down!”
Easier said than done. It was mid-afternoon, and the streets of Cloudsdale were packed. Hundreds of pegasi clouded the air, and just picking your way through them was difficult. Spitfire was flapping her good wing wildly, throwing you off your mark as you tried to regain your place in the flow of traffic. You felt your confidence fail you, dropping down out of traffic and landing in front of a large bank. You made sure Spitfire was on the ground on her good legs before letting yourself touch down.
Spitfire grasped you firmly as you landed, holding you fast as she stared into your eyes. “Look, get a grip, okay? It’s just tandem flying. Every Wonderbolt learns it their first year so they can fly home with injured teammates.”
“It’s just a little weird, that’s all…” You stammer. “I’m not used to flying with one wing.”
She sighed, gripping you and moving you close to her. “It’s not like you fly with one wing. I have one perfectly good right wing. You just need to use your left wing, and stop fighting me so much. If we don’t work together we’re just going to fall again.”
“I just always feel like I’m going to fall. Isn’t there some other way?”
Spitfire smirked at you. “Well you could carry me. You’re a big, strong colt right? You can lift your own body weight and still fly?”
You knew you couldn’t.
“Or we could walk. You know, through the city where any flightless ponies need to rent balloons if they want to travel further than the corner store.”
You sighed. “Alright. I’ll try it again.”
“Just stay low and slow for now. We don’t need to be barging into rush hour traffic.”
Spitfire limps over to you, wincing as she tries to use her left foreleg. She curls the bandaged limb up reflexively. Clutching you closely with her good hoof, you can feel her body tight against yours. “We just need to work together, rookie. Follow my movements, okay?” She says softly into your ear. Tensing up in anticipation, you prepare to take off once more.
For one instant, you can feel her breathe against your chest. She tenses, legs bracing for takeoff. Her muscles flex as the powerful mare pushes into the sky, beckoning you after her. Pushing off strongly, the both of you start flapping singular wings to gain purchase in the sky. You look over at her, orange eyes focused on the sky ahead of her. You try to match her powerful takeoff, staying low and under the pegasi traffic jam above you. Soon you find a rhythm, matching her wingstrokes with your own, as you propel the both of you back to her apartment.
Helping the yellow mare to the couch, she sits down, obviously over exerted by the flight over. You fetch her a glass of water, and she drinks it gratefully. As you sit down next to her, you look out over the orange glow of the late afternoon giving way to the early evening.
You sneak a sideways glance at the Captain. Her wounds don’t look any better. Ugly red gashes carve their way through her hide on her left side. She still hadn’t bathed since the incident, and her coat was still speckled with blood. Her left forehoof bandage had bled through, a drying patch of crimson on the side. The proud flyer’s wing was still held tightly to her side, bound tightly to prevent her moving it.
“I didn’t get a chance to apologize before…” You say, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
“Apologize for what?” She replied, her voice low and measured.
Was she just toying with you now? “I screwed up, okay…”
“Yah, so? You think nopony in the Wonderbolts ever screws up? That we’re just all perfect?”
Lowering your head to your hooves, you find yourself straining to talk to the mare. It’s hard to even force the words out. “You could have died, and you know it. Just because I lost track of where I was.” You look over at Spitfire, staring into her orange eyes. “I could have lost you, okay? Just like I almost lost my mom. Just because I’m useless in the air. I couldn’t do anything to help either of you…”
Spitfire moves her good hoof over to you, stroking your mane. “Rookie…you know better than that. You were just a foal”
“Better than what? You know it’s true. Mom never let me go to any training classes, or ever attend any classes at the academy. She knew best. She knew I couldn’t fly for crap…” You felt like crying, but found you simply couldn’t. You were too angry.
Spitfire stopped trying to reason with you. She just clutched you tightly, holding you to her furry side. Hot tears finally flooded your vision, as you buried your muzzle into her side.
“You still have blood all over you…” You said softly.
“I guess I could use a bath.” Spitfire said, slowly getting up. You could tell it was a small exertion for her just to rise off the couch. She walked over to the bathroom, fumbling with the knob. Eventually managing it with her single hoof, she stood there, looking intently at you.
“I could use some help…if that doesn’t bother you.”
Bother you? No chance there. Eagerly you hopped off the couch, and followed the fiery mare into the bath, suddenly feeling a little better.
As you wait for the tub to fill, you undid the knot on her bandaged wing, slowly unrolling it. The nurses had bound it tightly to her body to heal, and gave strict instruction not to move it. Spitfire held it tightly to her as you finished unrolling the white linen. You choked up as you saw her damaged wing for the first time. The feathers were a bloody mess, gore and mud caked along them. Some secondaries were bent out at odd angles. On the leading edge of her wing, the soft tissue near the bone had swollen horribly. You could make out a black and blue bruise running along the leading edge.
“How does it feel?” You asked.
“It’s fine…” She replied. Moving slightly to the tub edge, she grimaced as her midsection moved slightly. “As long as I don’t move it. Here. Help me with my leg.”
You undid the bandages holding her leg. A splint held the appendage straight out. Removing it, you placed it aside, bracing Spitfire against you as you helped her into the tub. She was gritting teeth as she settled in, finally sighing as the warm water washed against her scrapes and cuts. She favored her right side as she lay down in the white porcelain tub.
“Gods, that feels nice.” She said, closing her eyes. You reached over and grabbed the nearby sponge, offering it to her. Spitfire snorted at you, giving you an incredulous look.
“What am I supposed to do with that? Only one of these is working.” She said, slightly moving her right leg against the tub. “You’re not turning bashful on me all of a sudden, are you?”
“No.” You stammered. Reaching out to her wet coat, you gently touch her with the sponge. Working it slowly back and forth, you built a bit of lather up as you worked the blood spots out of her side. Every time you saw her skin rubbed raw underneath her yellow coat, or bits of gravel or dirt embedded in her skin, it was as if someone stabbed you in the stomach. You felt your eyes well up as you performed the simple task.
“What’s wrong?” She said softly. “You aren’t honestly still blaming yourself?”
You just nod back, trying to blink away the tears. You keep going, working along her neck, and down to her injured leg. Nearing the knee, you could see her wince. The sponge turned slightly crimson as dried blood washed away.
“You’re just going to have to get over this, rookie. It’s not like it’s the first time a Wonderbolt got injured during a stunt.” You knew she was trying to comfort you, but it wasn’t working. Just knowing she didn’t blame you made it worse. Silently, you kept carefully cleaning her leg. Spitfire kept staring at you as you worked, her wet mane floating lazily in the bathwater; the blazing yellow and orange flowing out like liquid flame.
“It just should have been me lying there, broken.” You finally said, softly. “You’re too strong to be like that. That can’t happen to Spitfire.” You have a single tear on your muzzle. You brush it away with a hoof. “Nothing bad ever happens to the Captain of the Wonderbolts.” You neared her damaged wing as you kept bathing her. Folded up tight against her, you carefully washed the outside, seeing her wince as you hit bent or damaged feathers. She bites her lip as you try to clean the blood from her bruised muscle.
“You have to clean under it…” She murmurs, clearly not looking forward to it. Relaxing her wing as much as possible, you lift the primaries, trying to sneak the sponge underneath. You can hear Spitfire grunt as the damaged appendage is lightly pulled open. Steeling yourself, you swipe along her body, cleaning grit and blood from her body. She sighs as you finish, and let her wing fold up tight against her once more.
“You know better than that. I’m just a pony like you. There’s nothing special about me.” She said, looking down at the bathwater. “I don’t let anything happen to the ponies I work with. I know they depend on me. That went for your mom, and it goes for you too.”
Washing the rest of her body comes much easier. Not having to worry about her injuries, you lather up her other side as the mare shifts over for you. “Am I just another cadet then? Is that why you…”
She lay there for a few moments, the only sound in the tiled room the slow rough scrubbing of the yellow sponge. “No.” She said quietly, still not looking up at you. Spitfire kept her head low against the steamy water. “I’d be lying if I said I did it only because of that.”
You reached her flanks, blushing slightly as you set the sponge down in the water. The Wonderbolt Captain looked at you finally, her eyes in that familiar half lidded gaze. “Don’t tell me you’re done? A fine nurse you make.”
“I…well, I thought you could…” You stammered, turning crimson.
“You’re cute, rookie.”
Dutifully, you pick up the sponge, and slide around to her flank. Spitfire playfully flips her tail to one side, exposing herself to you. Already aroused from washing the mare, you found your member suddenly rock hard as you slowly moved the sponge against her, the rough fibers stroking against her sensitive inner thighs as you run it down her muscled leg. You stroke back upwards, and graze her outer labia, making the mare sigh as her marehood flexed against the stimulation.
You wash her rump, moving the sponge under her dock, fiery orange tail rising up at a lewd angle as you circled her tight ponut. Your hoof freezes as you stare into the abyss between her thighs, plotting how to navigate the treacherous terrain. Concentrating, you bring the sponge down, trying to wait for her to wink, before stroking quickly around her snatch. In your haste, you graze her clit, making the mare catch her breath.
“S…sorry!”
“Don’t apologize. Everything feels just fine.” She replied dreamily.
Soldiering on, you finish washing her legs, before moving up to the other side of her flank. You decide to go slower this time, carefully outlining her marehood. Spitfire had her plot stuck out prominently now, literally thrusting it in your face. You move as expertly as you know how, washing the damp fur around her most intimate spot. As you near the top, the stimulation was too much, and she winks again on your hoof, mashing her clit into the sponge. The mare lets out a small whimper as the rough object grasps her clit lightly, pulling at it as you run the sponge up over her tail.
The yellow pony eyes you lustfully as you finish cleaning her. Smoothly running your hooves down her legs, you finally end at her trimmed fetlocks, before turning back and rinsing the suds from her body.
A short while later you sat in the living room, drying Spitfire’s mane, gently working the white fluffy towel through her fiery hair. She sighs, melting into the couch as you move to her back, massaging her. Carefully you dry around her wing, not wanting to ruin her moment of relaxation.
“We need to put these back on.” You say, motioning to her splint and bandages.
She rolls onto her back, her body on full display. “You can do it. I trust you.”
You hesitate only for a moment before reaching to her still slightly damp body with the linen bandage. Spitfire arcs her back to allow you to roll it around her chest, binding her wing to her body once more. You weren’t sure if she cared, but you did your best to leave her good wing unbound. Tying a clumsy knot, she settled back down, gazing at you with half lidded eyes.
Working the splint back onto her leg, you tie it gently, binding it gently to her hoof. She winces in pain as you tie the final knot, but it only lingers on her face for a moment.
“Thanks.” She said quietly, as she stretched out on the sofa. “I take it back. You actually make a decent nurse.”
Smiling, you sat down next to her. The mare slides over slightly, letting you lay down in front of her, your body pushed against her damp coat. Her head nestles into your mane, and you can feel her warm breath as she settles down next to you.
“You aren’t going to just leave me like that after the bath though, are you rookie?” She whispered into your ear. “A good nurse takes care of all their patient's needs.” Spitfire accentuated her words by pushing her thighs into your plot. You swore you could feel the heat radiating from her.
Flipping around, you found yourself still hard, colthood pushing against her stomach as the mare chuckled. “You’re so eager. Did you save that just for me?”
Blushing slightly, you just nodded to her. She smiled, before moving her muzzle to yours, embracing you as she kissed you deeply. Trying to hold her like before, you accidentally grazed her wing. She shuddered slightly, breaking away.
“E…easy. Still a little tender here.” She whispered, muzzle still gritted in pain. “I have something that might make things a bit easier. We can just think of it as a medical aid.”
As she described where to find the object, you felt a sudden knot in your stomach. She couldn’t know could she? Dutifully you retrieved it from the all too familiar drawer; eight inches of black phallic plastic. She was grinning at you as you walked back in, holding it.
“You look cute holding that thing.” She joked at you. “You sure you haven’t found it before while rifling through my things?”
You felt a sudden twinge of panic as you looked down at the ground, averting yourself from her gaze.
“You did, didn’t you?” She smiled evilly. “Such a naughty little colt. Come here. Sit down next to me.”
As you sat down, you realized how awkward you looked, holding the plastic toy in your lap like some sort of pet. You felt a wave of relief as Spitfire reached across your body, holding your hoof around her toy, guiding you. She flipped a small switch, and the fake shaft came alive, buzzing vigorously in your hoof. She sighed as she pushed it against your own thighs, working the smooth plastic against your skin. You looked down, mesmerized as the toy tickled your inner thighs, before touching your groin. Your eyes went wide as she pressed the side of it to your colthood, the vibrations echoing through your thighs, tickling your balls and prostate. Grunting at the sudden feeling, you thrust yourself against her hoof, a drip of pre running down your vibrating dick.
“Does my little cadet like that?” She whispered. “I bet you didn’t think it worked on colts too, did you?”
You felt like replying, but couldn’t, finding yourself entirely focused on the vibrating toy. It was unlike anything you had ever felt. Spitfire expertly worked it along your shaft, masturbating you as she teased you with her toy.
The mare took your source of pleasure away, pulling back the black toy. As you look over at her, tongue lolled out to the side, she grins, bringing it to her muzzle, licking your pre off the shiny plastic. She runs the toy down her perfect yellow coat, along her chest, down her shapely stomach, and around her twin teats. Lustfully, she leaves the still vibrating toy balanced between her thick haunches, millimeters away from her winking sex.
“Your turn, rookie.” She said softly.
Feeling your heart beating faster in anticipation, you grasp the smooth object, pressing it against Spitfire’s inner thighs, grazing her damp sex. She’s gently moving against your hoof as you move down her winking marehood, running the tip inside her folds as her pussy futilely tries to grasp the object and pull it inside. You start making circles, running up and down her pussy, lingering at her clit, making her softly moan.
“P…put it in.” She said in an urgent whisper, gyrating her hips against your hoof. You oblige happily, easing the tip in at first, before realizing the mare was pulling it inside all on her own as her muscles contracted on the black object. You feel a rush of sexual satisfaction when you hilt the toy inside her, wanting to give the mare as much pleasure as possible. Dropping down to her side, you lower your muzzle to her, smelling the scent of her dripping snatch. Reaching out your tongue, you start lapping at her clit as you keep pushing the vibrating toy inside her, then wait for her powerful muscles to push it out, before hilting it again inside her.
You realize just how worked up she must have been. It’s only a few minutes before she clenches hard on the toy, softly crying out as she splattered your muzzle with her cum. Her thighs stiffened as she rode her orgasm out, pushing the black shaft completely out as she her juices flowed down her inner thighs and down her dock to her tail. Panting, she opened her eyes, looking at you longingly, her marehood still spasming as her orgasm subsided.
“That was pretty awesome…” She sighed, resting her head on the back of the sofa. She picked up the now drenched dildo. “Gotta love this little guy. It always does the trick.”
As the mare glanced down at the fast growing puddle of marecum by her tail, she noticed your now rock hard erection. You stared back at her with longing and lust still at the forefront of your mind.
“Well I’m still pretty sore rookie, but I think I can do something about…that.” She smiled, motioning to your colthood. “Come lay next to me again.”
You eagerly moved up next to the mare, laying down facing her. She giggled at you, her face still flush from sex. “Not that way. Turn around.”
Obeying her blindly, you flipped around, feeling her move around behind you, her fuzzy body rubbing yours, making your shaft ache with anticipation. Your breathing sped up as you felt her soft touch on your side. You snuck a peak, and saw her good wing caressing your flank, Spitfire expertly moving it along the sensitive skin. Your breath caught in your throat as she traced down your groin, before the soft feathers reached your cock, the fine tips gently teasing it as you felt yourself move your thighs forward, shaft twitching as you sought more contact.
You sighed as Spitfire actually grasped your member in her prehensile wings. You never had seen another pegasi with as much control over them as her. She cupped your balls with impossibly soft feathers, before running up the underside of your shaft and circling the head. Moaning quietly, you pushed your body back against her, feeling her warmth as she stroked you off with her wing.
As the mare masturbated you, you felt her good hoof run along your flank, massaging it gently. She was stroking along your taint with it, teasing your ass with her hooftip. It wasn’t the first time she had touched you there. Relaxing, you settled back and let the talented mare work. A moment later, you realized something. That wasn’t her hoof anymore. A strange vibrating sensation was spreading through your groin, your tight hole clenching shut reflexively as the tapered tip pushed against you.
“Sp…Spitfire…what are you…?”
“Shhh. I told you it always did the trick, right? Well wait until you see it work on a stallion.” She said, pushing forward. The entire shaft was well lubed from her cum, and with little resistance, she pushed inside, the vibrations making your dick twitch against her wing.
“Just relax. You trust me, right?” She asked.
“Y…yah. Go ahead.” You replied.
“That’s my cadet.”
With all the encouragement she needed, the fiery mare pushed the object further inside, burying it up to the medial ring. The sudden fullness felt strange, but not unpleasant. But the one thing you did notice was that on the first thrust the intruder pushed against something deep inside. Something that felt amazing. As she left it inside, the vibrations nearly touched it, but were too far away. You felt yourself trying to flex your muscles, clenching against the buzzing toy.
“Do you like that?” She whispered into your ear.
“It’s not…It’s not touching it anymore…” You said, wanting the mare to hit that spot again.
“Oh? What do you mean?” She replied innocently.” She pulled the shaft out slowly, touching that spot again. She nearly pulled it all the way out, keeping the flared tip just inside.
“Put it back, please.” You pleaded with her, the need for release growing.
“You want me to fuck your tight little tailhole, rookie?”
A brief moment of silence. You really did want her to.
“Just say it.”
“I…I want you to…” You stammered, quietly.
The orange mare interrupted you, twisting the black vibrator inside your ass. “Say it louder.”
“I want you to fuck me with it!” You said, growing frustrated. You wanted to feel her hit that spot again.
You couldn’t see her grin with your back turned to her. “Don’t worry. “I’ll give you a good workout down here.” She said, giving your tailhole a sudden prod.
You could feel her pull the shaft back out almost all the way, before pushing forward, the flared tip touching your little button again, vibrating against it viciously. Your colthood leaked a trickle of pre as she ran over it, burying the dildo inside you. She then drew it back out, leaving you suddenly empty and unsatisfied. As soon as she left you disappointed, she redeemed herself, pushing the black shaft inside again, hitting your prostate once more. Each time she bumped the vibrating toy against it, you could feel your hips move on their own, humping Spitfire’s yellow wing.
The mare increased her speed, fucking you fast with the plastic toy. Each time she prodded your prostate, you felt a sudden pleasureful pressure through your groin, making your dick pulse against her soft wing. Grunting slightly each time she pushed inside of you, you pushed your plot back against her hoof, wishing for her to go deeper.
As she loosened you up, she could feel the thick medial ring push inside you. Grinning, she knew she was close. She could take the entire length with no problem, but on a male, the ring was at just about the right length to…
“Ahnnnggggg…!” You cry out as the ring pushes against your prostate. All of a sudden, the pressure is unbearable, and you feel yourself cumming harder than you ever could have imagined, thrusting against Spitfire’s soft wing as she jerked you off quicker, moving up and down your shaft with impressive speed. Your first spurt feels like it could have obtained escape velocity, shooting out into the room, pooling on the coffee table. You gyrated your ass against the thick dildo as your orgasm continued, shooting your thick cum all over the living room floor.
Spitfire fucked the vibrator back and forth slightly, rubbing your prostate more, coaxing more seed from you. “Crap…” you moaned, your orgasm still rolling over you. Even after your dick stopped shooting, the cum just oozed out of you as Spitfire milked your prostate, her good wing being coated in your thick seed.
You were breathing heavily as your cum finally played out. It felt like your balls had just been milked dry. Your shrinking member still twitched in anticipation as Spitfire moved the black shaft around in your tailhole. You sighed, trying to catch your breath as you settled back against her warm fluff.
“I told you that you’d like it.” She said softly into your ear.
“I didn’t think it would be like that.”
“Yah, well it’s pretty intense for a guy. Some stallions I knew hated it because it was so intense.” Spitfire said.
“Their loss.” You replied.
Spitfire slowly worked the shaft out of you, a sudden emptiness as it popped out of your ass. Glancing down, she noticed the large mess you had made. “H…hey! Look what you did to my coffee table!”
“It’s not my fault!” You said innocently.
“Well it’s time to get up anyways. My wing is getting pretty sore.” Glancing down at your cooling pile of cum, she chided you. "I think you have some cleaning to do, though."
You helped the yellow mare up, opening the door to the bathroom. Taking a towel from the kitchen, you started cleaning up the living room.
You simply couldn’t believe how much you had cum. It was pooled on the sofa, running down onto the floor, and sticking some magazines on the coffee table together. You didn’t mind cleaning up too much though.
After all, it had been worth it.
