Category 5

Chapters

Strange Introductions
Firing on All Cylinders
Getting Down to Business
Awkward Conversations Never End Well
Fall From Grace
Stew and Steam
Welcome to the Officer's Club
A Woman Does Not Like to be Kept Waiting. (Mature)
Old Memories and New Beginnings
Do It for Her (Mature)
Breaking the News
Epilogue (5 Years Later)

Strange Introductions

Being a human had its benefits in Equestria. First off, I can hold things with greater strength. Secondly, I was bigger than mostly everyone else, except for Princess Celestia, whom I met around a year ago when I first ended up here in Equestria. I was in the middle of the ocean during a huge squall and remembered a bright flash of light and I was falling to the ground. Once woken up, I was taken away, and deemed to not be a threat. I had fallen out of a terrible hurricane, hence how I earned the nickname "Hurricane". Only a few people called me that, my bud Thunderlane being chief among them. I came to like these “ponies” as they called themselves and embraced a new lifestyle. I had to say, I did miss meat though, what I would give for a big juicy steak right about now...

“Dave!” Lotus’ shout from the waiting room of the Bridle Gossip Spa roused me from my train of thought. Having been a masseuse back home on Earth, I came to find that with fingers, you could do much more than a pony could when it came to massages. I had found my spot at the nice spa in Ponyville where I was approved about 15 seconds into my first test massage on Aloe. I was an instant hit with the community and more than once ended up in a rather sexual situation, I was chaste though, and kindly refused.

“DAVE!” This time Aloe’s voice echoed throughout the whole spa.

“Coming Aloe!” I yelled back.

I walked over to the reception desk and looked around the waiting room. It was full, as I took walk ins as well as appointments, but appointments always came first. My 1 o’clock was Derpy Hooves, the local mailmare.

“Go easy on her Dave,” Lotus whispered in my ear, “She’s a first timer so hit the wings last.”

“You got it boss.” I nodded in agreement, “Ms. Derpy Hooves?” I called out.

The mare rose, wings flexing out, eye drooping a tad.

“Right this way,” I motioned to the large room off to the side.

“This is your first time here I’m assuming?” I ask

“Yeah, I’m kinda nervous, I’ve just been trying to balance my job and my kid at the same time and it’s really stressful and-” Derpy said before I put a hand to her mouth and motioned to the table. in the dimly lit room. Scented candles filled the room and cast a flickering light, creating a very relaxing setting.

Or erotic depending on how you thought about it...

Derpy laid down on the table on her belly. I cracked my knuckles and put some oil on my hands. That was another perk of this job, I had the softest hands in the world. I began at her shoulders, gently kneading the muscles into a state of relaxation, feeling the tension slip out rub by rub. Derpy moaned softly and I took this as a cue to move farther down. I then started down her back, working my finger magic into her tensed up body. She kept up a constant string of pleasurable moans as I worked all the stress out of her body. I applied more oil to my hands and began working her flanks. They were big and juicy and had little bubbles for the cutie mark. They were some of the most tight muscles I had ever felt.

Geez, she wasn’t kidding

I then detected an all too familiar odor. The musky smell of a mare’s arousal. I put this to the back of my mind as I kneaded and massaged her flanks, giving them the occasional squeeze. These made her squeal in between groans of approval. I then snuck a glance at her nethers. Soaked as I had suspected.

When I was finished, I tapped her on the shoulder and told her that I was finished and she nearly pounced on me.

“I want you to rut me right here, right now! I am way too horny to turn down this opportunity.” She said, her offset eyes had a lustful gleam in them.

“Allow me to talk to my boss” I said slipping out of the room.

Whenever this happened, and that was quite often, I had to talk to Aloe or Lotus about what to do. Whether it me restraint or if I should just pleasure her, which I had done many times, but I had never banged a client before. I found Lotus behind the desk.

“Lotus” I whispered to her. She looked up and I motioned for her to come over.

She trotted over and looked up at me.

“Let me guess, Derpy wants to rut?” She smirked at me.

“Wow, you must be some kind of mind-reading wizard!” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“She hasn’t had a stallion in a while, why not have her be your first?” Lotus said nonchalantly.

I eyeballed her for a second and gave in.

“Can I at least use the shower afterwards?” I asked her.

“For Luna’s sake, you tripled our sales in your first week, anything you need to use, use it!” She said smiling.

“To be honest, I thought Aloe would catch me afterwards and she would be my first.” I chuckled.

“Yeah, I kinda thought that too. Well, good luck there bud!” Lotus said as she headed back to the front desk.

I entered the massage room door to see Derpy lying down on the bed. As soon as the door shut and locked she gazed at me, the arousal showing at her glistening sex and in her eyes.

“Well?” She grilled me.

“Lie down on your back, I’m new to this so you are gonna have to help me out here.” I told her.

“Seriously? Oh, well then, lets start with this!” She ended the sentence by planting her mouth on mine, dragging me down on the table.

“Wait!” I said, pulling back.

“What?” She looked at me and I saw a flash of anger in her eyes.

“I would like to move to the large, private suite we have for this sort of occasion.” I stammered.

“Fine” She relented.

I picked her up and carried her to the suite and set her down on the bed.

“Oh no big boy, I’m always on top!” She grunted, grabbing me by the shirt collar and yanking me down on the bed.

Mashing my face with hers once again, I felt the bulge grow in my pants, my shaft begging and throbbing to be freed from its cloth prison. Derpy noticed this and moved down my slim body and tried fiddling with the belt buckle. I took it of for her, freeing my member as it sprang up.

She oggled it for a moment and measured me up before taking my entire member into her mouth. She was no recruit at this, she pumped and sucked my cock and I stopped her before I came. Her muzzle stopped bobbing up and down as she freed my member with a *pop*.

“You want this?” She rubbed her slick sex as she spoke, her eyes hooded in what was supposed to be a seductive look.

“Oh yeah.” My penis spoke through my mouth, replacing the actions of my brain.

Derpy crawled up and mashed our lips together again, I felt my member and positioned it at the entrance to her marehood. I slid it in with ease, it was easily the best feeling in the world, her walls clenching and nearly refusing to let my cock leave. She squealed in ecstasy, her eyes bulging.

Lotus was right, Derpy hadn’t had a stallion in a while.

I began to move my hips, gyrating my cock inside her, making it move around in her moist folds. I then pulled out so only the tip remained in and thrust back in. This got me another scream from Derpy as she took over, riding me like, well, a horse.

Not helping brain.

I could feel Derpy nearing her peak, my thoughts were confirmed when she spoke up.

“I’m gonna cum!” She screamed.

That made a barrier snap in my head and dick.

“Derpy, I’m gonna-” I tried to say

“Inside, do it inside.” She squealed again.

I felt the pressure build up and explode, rope after rope of my seed spilled into her snatch. The feeling must have sent Derpy over the edge too as she screamed at the top of her lungs and her walls clenched my still erupting cock, milking it for everything it had.

She collapsed on top of me, basking in the afterglow of her stupendous orgasm.

“Excuse me?” I asked her.

“Yeah?” She breathed.

“I’d like to get up and shower for my next appointment.” I told her.

“Thank you so much, I really needed that. I’ll make sure to leave you a nice tip for that.” Derpy winked and got up, allowing me to pull up my pants and fasten my belt.

I stepped outside the door and was face to face with one of Equestria’s Elite fliers.

Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts.

Why the fuck was she here?

“Well, you certainly sound like you were doing a good job in there! Mind cleaning up and showing me how good of a masseuse you are? I’m in need of one for the squad these days ever since our old one left.” She said, flicking her mane out. It brushed my cheek and I blushed madly. I took the fastest shower in the world and ran back to the front desk.

“Spitfire was here” I whispered to Aloe, who had replaced Lotus for lunch.

“Room 5” She said, pointing down the hall.

“Thanks” I said, now walking down the hall to test my skills with Equestria’s greatest flyers.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Ah, the famous last words so many before me...

Firing on All Cylinders

I knocked on the door of Room 5.

“Come in.” Spitfire’s voice echoed.

I opened the door and she was sitting on the massage table, her uniform shirt now hanging on a chair next to the door.

“So, how can I help you?” I asked her, my mind faltering as to what to say, after all, she was a pretty big celebrity.

“Oh, I just want a brief demonstration of your skill. If you do well enough, I might consider hiring you as the Wonderbolts team masseuse or as we like to call it our ‘physical therapist’” She chuckled.

“So would you like me to start? Do you happen to have any personal preference as to where I start?” I asked the bright yellow pony on the table.

“Do what you’d usually do.” She said, “That is, I’m assuming what happened in there” she gestured towards the suite, “Isn’t that normal”

“You would be correct. Now, I’d like for you to lie down and breath, that’s it.” I told Spitfire, letting my inner zen take over.

She did as I instructed. I rubbed some oil on my hands and began at her neck. Kneading the tender muscles into relaxation. Spitfire shifted a bit and I stopped.

“You ok?” I asked.

“Nah. I’m fine. Just trying to find the right position.” She said, brushing me off.

I continued and kneaded her firm shoulders, my thumbs pressing deeply into the thick flesh. I felt the tension melt away on both sides very quickly and was rewarded with a slight “Ahhh” from Spitfire.

I moved down her back and pulled at the muscles on either side of her spine. I avoided her wings and flanks, knowing full well that I could get a kick in the face for that. I stopped at her lower back and she looked up at me.

“What’s the hold up man?” She asked, looking peeved.

“I, uh, wanted to ask permission to massage your wings and flanks.” I sputtered out.

She gave me a warm smile and a girly giggle that I did not expect from someone of her standing.

“Go ahead, you’re a professional right? Just don’t do anything stupid.” She giggled again

“Ok” I breathed, putting more oil on my hands and descending to a region that most stallions only dreamed to go.

I started with her flanks, kneading into her cutie mark, which is where most of the tension really is. The fire on her thigh curved inward as I kneaded further, putting a tad more pressure into the muscle to power the stress out. Finally she groaned in contentment. Satisfied, I then moved up to her wings. I touched the base and they flared out, startling me.

Is that a wingboner?

“Whoops! Sorry, very sensitive area that’s all.” She blushed.

She was blushing like a filly! Don’t expect that again.

I targeted the specific tendons and feathers that aimed at relaxation rather than the ones for arousal. As I pushed down, making the tendons less taut, she exhaled another deep sigh of relief. I was finished soon afterwards and Spitfire stood up, a happy smile on her face.

“You’re hired.” She said without hesitation.

“Wait what?” I asked, not sure if I had heard her right.

“The Wonderbolts would be grateful if you were to become our next ‘physical therapist’” She said.

“Wow, I’m honored but what about my job here?” I asked.

“Simple, you can come back here during the off season every winter. So you’ll still be able to service most of your customers.” She said.

“Well then I’m in!” I said excitedly, offering my hand for her to shake.

She put her hoof out and I grasped it, giving it a firm shake.

“Welcome aboard. You’ll be needing a uniform as you’ll be part of the Wonderbolts technically. Oh and some cloud walker pills from the store, you’ll need those to get where you’re going.” Spitfire listed the things I needed for my new job.

“I’ll go explain to Lotus and Aloe. I’m sure they’ll be fine with it.” She said, putting her uniform shirt back on and walking out the door.

I could’ve sworn she winked at me when she left, but that was probably a trick of the light.

“So you’re leaving us?” Aloe asked me.

“Yeah, until winter.” I say.

“You’ll be back for winter?” Lotus asked me, cocking an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah. No way I would miss winter. I make way too much during that time.” I chuckled.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye for now.” I said, bending over to give my employers a hug.

After finishing up business, I bought a big value bottle of cloud walker pills. Due to my size, I would have to double the dose, luckily, they kicked in immediately and they had a text cloud in the pharmacy. It took 4 pills which lasted me for a week. I bought 3 bottles instead and was off to the restaurant that Spitfire had told me to meet her at so we could discuss my transportation the Wonderbolts barracks in Cloudsdale. I entered the establishment in a shirt and tie that was given to me by Rarity as a tip.

She really was the element of generosity despite being a total drama queen.

I asked the hostess and she pointed me towards a table in the corner of the building. I saw Spitfire make eye contact and wave me over.

“So did you get the cloud walker pills?” She asked.

“Yeah, I did but why did you...” My voice trailed off as I saw what she was wearing.

It was a tight orange dress. I knew from various sources that Spitfire was not the “dress” type of mare. She was way too uptight and military-like for that.

“Oh, do you like my dress?” She asked, standing up and twirling around a little bit.

This was not adding up. Who set me up? Where’s the camera?

“Um, what’s going on?” I asked her.

“What do you mean?” She asked, sitting down again and cocking an eyebrow.

“This isn’t the Spitfire I know about. Aren’t you supposed to be an uptight captain and leader?” I asked her, cutting directly to the chase.

She looked at me and giggled.

“Well even the biggest and best leaders need to be themselves once in a while.” She said

“But Spitfire, I barely know you. We only met today, why are you opening up to me so much?” I asked her in all seriousness I could muster.

She sighed and looked crestfallen.

“I just can’t stand it sometimes, being so uptight and strict all the time just tires me. I want time to be myself. I thought you could be a friend that would do that for me, but I guess you’re just the same as the rest of them.” She said, getting up.

My brain took control.

“Spits, wait.” I stopped to see if she would acknowledge the nickname. She did and turned and sat back down.

“You don’t mind if I call you Spits right?” I asked.

“Not at all.” She said, her face neutral, unreadable behind an iron curtain.

“Look, I’m sorry. I would love to be your friend, it was just, I’m not used to that side of you, and seeing as we just met and you kinda asked me out on a date, I was just a little skeptical.” I said.

Spitfire looked at me and put a hoof over my hand.

“Wow. I guess it is a little sudden now that I think about it, and this is kinda like a date...” She said, averting her eyes to the ground, a girlish blush on her face.

“I don’t mind, speaking of which where is the food. Did you even order yet?” I asked her.

“Oh, I didn’t order anything. I was just going to meet up with you.” She said.

“Well, you wanna ditch this joint and hit the town? I know a nice quiet spot where we can watch the sunset. I would sit there and just think for hours when I first came here” I asked her.

Her eyes lit up like the 4th of July Fireworks back home.

“Oh my Celestia! I would love to! I haven’t watched a sunset since I was a filly!” She jumped a little in her seat.

I chuckled a little bit.

I liked the new Spitfire.

I got Spitfire and I some sandwiches and traced the path through the woods to the little hillock that cleared the treetops, giving whoever stood at the top a breathtaking view of Ponyville, the horizons, and Canterlot in the distance.

Spitfire set herself down on the ground and I pulled a sandwich out for her. She munched quietly on it and I noticed she was inching herself closer and closer to me.

“If you want to snuggle up close with me just do it.” I chuckled.

She blushed again, doing exactly what I suggested.

God, she really was acting like a shy school-filly!

I put my hand over her hoof and she nuzzled her head into my side.

The sun set with shades of red, orange and yellow painting the sky across its massive width.

“It’s so beautiful.” Spitfire exhaled.

“So are you” I said without thinking.

Spitfire backed away quickly.

“I’m sorry!” I said, quickly.

“No. Don’t be. No one has said that to me in ages. Did you really mean it?” She asked.

“Yes,” I said.

Then she blew my mind and if anypony else was watching, their heads would explode instantly.

Spitfire kissed me. On the lips.

She backed off a little.

“Too rushed?” She asked.

“No. That was fine.” I said, giving her a warm smile.

She kissed me, this time on the cheek. I said goodbye to her and she told me to meet up at the library to head over to Cloudsdale tomorrow and started my walk home.

While walking through the darkening dusky sky, I felt strangely empty. I unknowingly moved my hand to my chest where it felt like my heart had sank into my stomach and a hole had been burned through it. Not the weakness of a Changeling’s draining, but a shallow void that had been filled earlier. I had never felt this before.

What is happening to me?

Getting Down to Business

I awoke the next morning to a knock on my apartment door.

Whoever is at that door, they have no sense of time.

I looked at the clock, 6:30 am.

I groaned, and put on some pants over my boxers, expecting Aloe or Lotus.

I opened the door to see Spitfire, in full Wonderbolt dress uniform.

I looked at her oddly and she stared at my torso.

“Ahem, my eyes are up here.” I coughed.

She blushed and looked up at me.

“Oh, sorry. Are you packed for Cloudsdale?” She asked me.

“Uh, yeah, just let me grab my suitcase.” I said.

“Don’t forget to put on a shirt there buddy.” She chuckled.

I invited her in to have a seat on the couch. She did so and I went into my room to pick up my suitcase that I had packed the night before.

Inside it were clothing, my own scented oil, and my Naval Academy sweatshirt that had survived the transport here. I put on a Wonderbolt graphic t-shirt from Rarity for my birthday and picked up my bags.

I found Spitfire waiting outside on the couch. I entered the den and Spitfire rose.

“Ready?” She asked me.

“Yep,” I answered.

“The carriage to Cloudsdale is outside.” She said, opening the door.

I got on the carriage and prepared myself for the expected shift in temperature, but it never came, the air stayed cool and warm. We arrived at the Wonderbolts barracks around 7 o’clock and I followed Spitfire to her office. It was a simple room, a desk, old promotional posters for the Wonderbolts, medals and awards in cases behind the desk in between 2 large windows, offering an amazing view of the base.

“Nice office,” I told her, “I would kill to have a place like this.”

“Glad you think so, I think it needs a dusting” She said.

“So why are we here again?” I asked

“Simple, you’re just signing some paperwork for me. Nothing major, then I’ll show you where you’ll be operating from.” She told me.

“Sounds like a plan” I replied.

The paperwork was indeed simple, only needing to sign my name in a few places so I would be on the Wonderbolt’s records. After I signed the paperwork, I was taken to the outfitters, who made me a dress uniform and gave me several sets of dress-down t-shirts and shorts, all custom made. I was also issued a set of dog tags with my name and other essential information. After putting on my dress uniform and having my rank of Private sewn to my shoulders, I followed Spitfire to the medical building, where I would operate from.

“So, should I start calling you ‘captain’?” I joked, poking her side.

She rolled her eyes, laughing silently.

“No, but you can call me Spits when no one is around.” Spitdire said.

“Aright Spits.” I said.

“Woah there big guy! Who are you?” A male voice replied from a nearby door.

A light blue coated pony with a navy blue mane exited the door to the gym, a towel wrapped around his neck.

Soarin.

“Well hello there Lt. Soarin! I’d like you to meet the new physical therapist. Pvt. Schnieder, or do you prefer ‘Hurricane’” Spitfire grinned.

“Hurricane is fine. It sounds better than my last name.” I admit.

“Well then Hurricane, nice to meet you, Luna knows I’ll be needing your help a lot.” Soarin said, offering a hoof. I shook it firmly, giving an idication that I wasn’t a pansy.

Soarin left for the barracks and Spitfire pulled me into the room I would operate from.

It was pretty much like what I had at the spa, except no candles, I could get over that though. Spitfire stripped out of her uniform shirt and got onto the table. I gave her a quetioning look.

“I’ve been working all day! Come on, please. Just a little one?” Spitfire practically pleaded.

God, if she wasn’t so damn adorable, I would refuse.

“Fine” I sigh

She clapped her hooves once and laid down on her stomach. I then had an amazing idea.

I’m gonna mess with her a little bit.

“Spits, you mind if I do your flanks and wings?” I ask, a smug grin on my face.

“Oh Celsestia, that would be amazing!” She said in a near cheer.

I got some oil from the cabinet and began, locking the door and dimming the lights. I started at her neck, kneading the flesh until the tense muscles melted under my fingers. Spitfire groaned and slid down on the table a little bit. I smiled, knowing exactly what I was going to do. I worked my way down her back until I reached her flanks. I pushed my thumbs gently into her cutie marks, letting the soft warm flesh mold around my digit. She moaned, her hoof moving a little bit as she did so. I then moved to her wings, making sure to target the tendons and feathers that created arousal.

I am gonna enjoy this.

I pressed into the tendon on the left wing first, making her gasp out in pleasure.

“What the buck do you think you’re doing?” she said, her voice shaking.

“Just relax and let me do the work.” I murmered, giving her ear a scratch.

She moaned again and again as I worked the pegasi’s sesitive points over and over. I felt a heat on my leg and looked down to see my uniform pants had a sizable stain on them from Spitfire’s arousal. I stopped suddenly and she jerked out of her trance.

She got up and faced me, her breathing labored. She then took the collar of my uniform and yanked me toward her.

This I did not expect.

She mashed her lips to mine and kissed me hungrily. Her tounge dancing across my teeth, but I denied it entry. She pulled back from the kiss for air and spoke.

“Well? Are you gonna finish what you started Private?” She panted

“I’m not sure what-” I tried to say

My mind froze. I had driven her to the sexual hunger that I had done to Derpy.

This was not part of the plan at all.

I had planned to get her riled up and leave her hanging, but in my haste, I forgot how mares are when they get horny. They get rough, and I had messed with Spitfire of all ponies.

Fuck me sideways.

I realized that I had still not answered her and quickly spat out “No.”

Big Mistake.

Spitfire lunged at me, knocking me to the floor, her muzzle inches from my face.

“Hey buddy, don’t play stupid. You knew what you were doing. Now give me what I want.” She snapped

“But I barely know you!” I stammered, my confidence having commited seppuku moments ago.

“Yet you made the poor choice of hitting the right spots.” She chuckled.

“What made you think it was intentional?” I asked, my voice quavering.

“Come on Hurricane, that smug grin was visible from a mile away. You honestly think I didn’t notice?” She said, hooding her eyes and busting my plan wide open.

She was good. No, she was the best at this and damn her for it.

“Fine, at least get me to some kind of sound proof room.” I relented.

“The closest would be your quarters.” She said in a sultry voice.

I picked her up and carried her to my room, Spitfire guiding me to the apartment.

I found the bedroom and set her down.

“Well, buck me already!” She said firmly.

“No. I’m willing to do anything but that seeing as you’re still my Commanding officer. I want to have at least SOME restraint.” I said firmly, the words nearly contradicting themselves.

She agreed and spread her rear legs wide, presenting her glistening sex.

I slid a finger in, the heat was almost painful and her walls clutched at the solitary didget. She moaned as I moved it back and forth in her depths. I inserted a second finger and had it engulfed by her dripping snatch. I picked up the pace of my movements and she groaned and gasped with every move. I then pulled out of her and before she could protest, I flipped her on her back and kissed her. She melted into it and let out little gasps and pants as I moved down her body. Her pussy winked at me, and I dived in lapping at her moist folds with gusto. I suckled at her love button causing her to squeal. I took my tounge and slowly and methodically probed her snatch, feeling out every notch and bump inside the moist cavern. I then nibbled her clit, sending her over the edge and her fluids sprayed all over my mouth and chin. I lapped up her juices and rose from my position to plant another kiss on her waiting muzzle.

“So, you want to get dinner sometime?” I asked her, my smile growing wider.

“After that *pant* I think I owe you that.” She said, her chest heaving.

“As a gentleman, I think I’ll pay. After all, this never happened. Imagine what kind of trouble we would get into.” I said, turning serious.

“Deal, but that was still the greatest orgasm I’ve had in ages. By the way,” She said, getting up and grabbing her uniform shirt, which she had somehow grabbed in the chaos, “I think you look kinda cute”

It was now my turn to blush

I started my first day by putting on my cleaned and pressed uniform, which lacked any distinctive ribbons or medals save for my rank insigna, and headed to the practice pitch. I watched the Wonderbolts do their warm-ups and was approached by a familiar stallion I had met the previous day.

“Lt. Soarin!” I said snapping to attention and saluting as I had been taught.

He laughed and said “At ease Private.”

“You know, you don’t need to do that around me. You’re not a recruit, and if Spits trusts you, than so do I.” He said.

I sighed and relaxed.

“So, what can I do for you?” I asked.

“Could we head back to the medical building? I need one of those wing tension relievers. They are really giving me trouble today.” He asked me.

“Sure, no problem” I said, walking with him to the building. As we entered the room his nose rose as he sniffed the air.

His eyes widened and he turned to me with a smug grin on his face.

What is he getting at?

“So that’s why Spitfire was acting so weird this morning.” He said, the grin never fading.

Fucking hell in a handbasket.

Awkward Conversations Never End Well

"Tell me, was she good?” He asked, nudging me in the ribs.

“So I take it you never wanted a massage in the first place?” I sighed.

“Nah, but if you could loosen up my shoulders a tad that would be awesome.” Soarin said.

He laid down on the table and I obliged his request, getting the tension out of his shoulders with ease. He sighed and sat up after I did my job.

“You never did answer my question. How was she?” He cocked an eyebrow at me this time.

“I didn’t bang her!” I said.

He sniffed my fingers. I jerked away from him, his shit-eating grin never fading.

“Dude, come ON! You got her juices all over your hand man!” He said grinning.

“Yeah, I fingered her and ate her out! Am I gonna get a medal or something?” I asked rhetorically.

He laughed.

Something was up, something big was up.

“You know what happens now right?” Soarin asked me.

“I can’t say I do.” I groaned, dreading the answer.

“We’re all very competitive at almost everything. You seen like a very attractive guy. The way I see it, Fleetfoot, Lightning Dust and maybe even Rainbow Dash from the Reserves might want a piece of you.” It doesn’t matter if they are in heat or not, they WILL come after you.” He said, his tone shifting to a grim warning.

“You must be joking.” I said, laughing nervously.

“Wish I was, but back when I was the new guy. Shit got real fast. It happens every time, just be ready, because you sir, have just taken on a whole lot more than you may be able to chew.” Soarin said, and with a smile and a “toodleoo!” he was out the door, leaving me with my thoughts.

Inside my head:

Youtube Video

What hole had I dug myself into?

I waited in at the desk in my office, which was was technically the waiting room for my services.

The bell rang and I yelled “Come in!”

A turquoise green pegasus entered the room, her Wonderbolt flightsuit still on.

“Hey, are you the new guy Spitfire was talking about? The physical therapist?” She asked.

“That’s me! Pvt. David Schneider! Though most people always call me Dave or Hurricane” I said

“Drop the formality and just get to it already.” She said

“I didn’t catch your name.” I said to her.

“Lightning Dust, now come on! I’ve waited all day for this.” She grunted.

She was a piece of work.

Then it dawned on me. What Soarin had said earlier.

Lightning Dust.

Shieeeet.

I went into the room and saw Lightning Dust stripping out of her flight suit and getting on the table.

“Well come on stud. Don’t keep me waiting!” She snapped.

Man she was nasty!

I was gonna do what I needed to do and avoid the arousal spots at all costs. I did not want Lightning Dust making me bang her. After all, I still did harbor a soft spot for Spitfire, she just stuck with me, like the sunset we shared. Oh how I remember that...

“HEY BUDDY! COME ON!” LIghtning Dust snapped me out of my daydream.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” I said.

I grabbed the oil and squirted some on my hands, rubbing them together, making sure I had an even coat. I then began to hit the points of relaxation, kneading her soft fur and muscles so she sighed with contentment. I finished rather quickly and I told her I was finished.

“Woah woah woah. You’d seduce Spitfire over me? What’s she got that I don’t have?” She asks angrily.

I stepped back.

“It’s not that, it’s just-” I stammered

“Just what? Am I not hot enough for you? Do you not want to bury your cock into my nice tight snatch?” She said, bending over and spreading her lips apart with hooves. I got a good view of her dripping sex and I was getting aroused.

Not the best timing dick!

But just as she turned back around and was about to pounce on me, the door burst open and a yellow mare with a fiery orange mane stampeded into the room.

“Lightning Dust! Stay away from my man!” Spitfire screamed.

Wait, did she just call me-?

My thought was cut short by the 2 mares leaping at each other and flailing their hooves at one another.

What the everloving fuck?

I jump into the fray and try to separate the 2 mares. This was no easy task due to their great strength.

“ENOUGH!” I screamed, instantly stopping the 2 enraged ponies from killing each other.

“I want a damn good explanation as to why this is happening in my office!” I said, looking at the 2 mares, blood caking their lips and dripping from their nostrils.

“We made a bet to see who could bed you first.” Lighting Dust admitted.

“Excuse me?” I asked, not believing my ears.

“We made a bet to see who would be able to have sex with you first!” She said again, a little louder this time.

“Fantastic” I sigh, I looked at Spitfire.

“I was being an airhead. I thought I could win but I had no idea that you were not ok with it.” Spitfire said firmly.

“No, why would I? Just because I fingered you last night does not mean you can bet on who can have sex with me first! I mean come on! You know what? Lightning Dust, get out and I’ll patch you up. Spitfire, please wait here.” I said, pointing Lightning out the door and looking at Spitfire. To my surprise, she had no anger in her eyes, in fact, I couldn’t read her at all.

“No funny business.” I told Lightning Dust as I patched her up. She complied and I sent her out the door. Going back into the massage room I found Spitfire on the bed.

“Spits, we need to talk about this.” I say, pulling up a chair.

I then saw a tear roll down her cheek. I didn’t believe my eyes, she was crying. The captain of the Wonderbolts was crying.

“What’s the matter?” I asked her, with all the compassion I could.

“I’m sorry!” She wept as she tried to run for the door.

I was quicker and blocked her escape. There were no windows so she just flopped back onto the table.

“Spits, you need to talk to me. I won’t judge you for it. I’m more mad at Lightning Dust than I am at you.” I said. That got her attention as she rose, revealing a tear streaked muzzle and reddening eyes.

“I’m sorry, I just got cocky after last night and I just wanted to show off. But when I realized that Lightning took the bet seriously and wanted you to rut her! I had to stop her because I didn’t want you to fall in love with her.” She sobbed.

I patted my lap. “Come here.” I said softly.

Boy did I have my work cut out for me here.

"Repeat that for me again. Don't be afraid, I won't judge you." I told her.

"I said I didn't want you to fall in love with her." She sobbed again.

"Why would she do that? She just met me? Wait, Spitfire..." I said, trailing off at the end

“David?” She spoke in a soft voice.

“Yeah Spits?”

“What if I told you that, maybe, you were my first?” She asked me.

“Wait, you’re a virgin?” I asked her, genuinely surprised.

“Yeah, and you were also my first kiss. That was the first time I ever did anything like that. The Wonderbolts took away all my personal time since I was 16, but now, I see something different. I can see the sights, I can see the life of the planet. I can see...you.” She whispered.

“Spitfire, how old are you?” I asked her.

“24, why?” She asked.

“Wow, you weren't kidding.” I chuckled.

“David, can we try that kiss again?” Spitfire asked me, “This time, it won’t be an accident”

“Of course.” I say and take her into a loving embrace as our lips wrapped around each other.

The word “love” crossed my mind and I seriously considered it. But I had to think about it.

What is love after all?

Very few men know the answer to that age old question. But will I be one of them?

Fall From Grace

I had established the main issue. Being able to practice “physical therapy” with the other mare on the team while also being chaste. This was not going to be an easy task, as they had not had a stallion in God knows how long. But I felt something special with Spitfire, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew something was different compared to other mares. I got up at 6:30 as usual and put on my uniform, still blank, and headed down to the practice coliseum. I watched all the Wonderbolts go up into the sky, looping around in the air at dizzying speeds. I went to the team box and saw a couple of reserves sitting there. I recognized one of them from living in Ponyville.

“Rainbow Dash! What’s good?” I say, offering a hand to the rainbow maned mare who most of the town adored.

“Dave! You’re...” She stopped short

“A Wonderbolt technically.” I scratched the back of my head.

“Well what do you do here?” She asked me.

“I’m a physical therapist.” I say

“You worked at the spa! Why did they-oh.” She realized what I meant halfway through her sentence.

“Yeah, it’s been a drag lately. Hell, I’ve had 2 clients in the space of 2 days so it’s slow, but I did get time to read the latest Daring Do book.” I chuckle.

Her eyes lit up.

“Oh! Have you gotten to the part with the Crystal of Darkness yet?” She said, eyes going wide.

“Dude, yes! I did not see that plot twist coming when she-” I was cut off by a loud scream from the other reserve with Rainbow. Her hoof pointed up, a yellow and orange form falling out of the sky at top speed with no control.

Spitfire. Son of a bitch.

Nopony else had noticed her drop, not even the team as she was engaged in other matters.

“I can’t do anything! Reserves aren’t allowed to leave the box unless ordered to by a superior officer!” Rainbow Dash gasped.

Mother Fucker!

“Luckily, I’m not restricted by that guideline.” I said, bolting out to the coliseum.

Soarin had finally noticed, but it was too late for him to do anything and nopony else was around. I was her best shot, running as fast as my adrenaline fueled body would take me.

I got under her and braced myself for the impact. I caught her, but her weight drove me into the ground like a pile driver. I felt my legs crumple, my head hit the concrete and...blackness.

Coming back, I felt a heavy load on my torso. My whole body ached and I sat up and felt the back of my head. Blood caked my hand, the dark red contrasting greatly with my pale white skin.

Damn, scalp wounds. Bleed way too much.

I then turned my attention to Spitfire, still resting on my torso. I put a hand up to her neck and felt for her jugular. A strong, healthy pulse indicated she was still very much alive. Her breathing was slow and labored. I held her tight and tried to rise to my feet. I was initially unsuccessful and fell again. I tried again and wobbled up, scanning the surrounding area. I saw Soarin and tried to walk over. A sharp pain in my chest was the only injury I knew of my legs moved fine, but the blood ran warm and heavy down my neck.

“Sweet Celestia, Luna and Faust!” Soarin said, “Reserves! I need medical here ASAP!” He yelled in the direction of Dash. They shot off at high speed.

“You ok?” Soarin asked me, the rest of the Wonderbolts now landing beside him.

“Yeah, for the most part” I grimaced, “I’ve got a bleeding head wound and I think, a cracked rib or 2.”

Thank Celestia! What about Spits?” He asked breathing one sigh of relief.

“I think I absorbed most of the impact, she’s got a strong pulse but her breathing isn’t that strong.” I report.

An ambulance arrives shortly thereafter. I limp into it, Spitfire in my arms.

Her eyes flutter and she groans.

“It’s ok Spits. You’re safe now.” I say as the carriage nears Cloudsdale Hospital.

Both Spits and myself are admitted, my head wound is bandaged and I’m diagnosed with a concussion and a broken rib. Spits on the other hand, had a sprained wing and a mild concussion.

“You’re a hero son.” The doctor said to me as he checked my head wound, replacing the bandages.

“Huh? What doc?” I ask, not catching what he said.

“All of Cloudsdale knows what you did. You’re a hero.” He repeated.

“Aw doc, I’m sure it’s nothing. I only did what I had to do. It wasn’t like I saved her...wow, I am a hero.” I said, realizing halfway through that I had done something above and beyond the line of duty.

“Where is Spitfire by the way?” I asked the doctor.

“Right next to you. She got moved in here last night per her request.” He stated, waving a hoof nonchalantly.

“Alright, well you’re all set. That wound is almost fully healed. Enjoy your 15 minutes of fame there buddy.” The doctor said, giving me a tiny salute.

As soon as he left, I got up and walked over to the other side of the room. Spitfire sat by the window, her face neutral.

“Hey there Cap” I said.

She turned, looking at me with those amber eyes, sparkling with tears.

“You’re getting a few medals and rank increases for that you know right?” She said, embracing me lightly, obviously knowing about the broken rib.

“I don’t even care. I saved you and that’s what matters.” I said returning the hug, also remembering to be ginger around her sprained wing.

“I need to ask you something.” She asked.

“Anything.” I said.

“Do you love me?” She asked

I was disarmed. I did not expect that question so soon. I did have feelings for her, but I didn’t know if one of them was love. I needed to search for an answer. Then, a light in my head emerged. Almost like the North Star, it guided me to the answer I knew was true.

“Yes.” I whispered.

She teared up even more and as they ran down her muzzle, she reached up and kissed me. The passion and hunger was undeniable, her tongue teasing itself over my teeth. I allowed it access and we explored the unknown frontier of each other’s maws.

She broke the kiss and looked up at me, tears staining her yellow fur.

“I always knew you had a soft spot for me, ever since we met. But what I didn’t know is that I would have a human, the only human in Equestria, think of me as his love. I need to know, are you being truthful?” She asked.

I knew the answer without a flash of doubt or regret.

“Yes. I love you to the ends of the world and beyond. I know we’ve only known each other for barely a week, but the feelings I have are too strong to ignore when I’m around you.” I say, my face inches from her own.

“There is nothing anyone or anypony can do to stop us. But I want to be safe and take it slow. Why don’t we go out on that date you were talking about earlier?” I smiled.

Her beam of absolute joy was an indicator of her answer as we embraced and kissed again.

Stew and Steam

I decided to take Spitfire home. She had made the executive decision to take 2 months off of work. I only got around 3-4 weeks off as my rib was healing at an unbelievable rate thanks to magic. The pegasi wing was a very complicated machine so to speak, much out of the reach of most magic. A sprained wing had to heal on its own, leaving Spitfire out of the Wonderbolts for at least a month. She asked if she wanted to crash at my place or hers. I told her mine, since it was probably cleaner and closer I had joked with her. She giggled as I held her in my arms. I opened my door to the clean and neatly furnished apartment. It wasn’t much, but I loved it because it was free. I set Spitfire down, she planted a quick peck on my cheek before trotting away into the den.

“So Spits, where do you plan on sleeping?” I asked her as I went into the kitchen.

“Probably with you.” She said.

Detecting no sarcasm, I turned and walked into the den and looked at her sitting on the couch.

“What?” She asked

“We have boundries remember?” I reminded her

“Yeah, I never mentioned sex now did I?” She smirked.

I blushed, “No. No you did not.”

“But I never said cuddling was out of the question.” She said, a coy grin making its way across her face.

“Alright, you know I have no issue with that.” I smiled at her, “So, what do you want for dinner?”

“I could go for some veggie stew. It’s freeing out there. I honestly hate winter.” She groaned.

“You got it!” I said, remembering my mom’s special recipe for beef stew, just without the beef.

I had everything ready and had the pot on the stove to let the stew cook. The smells wafting into the den.

“Celestia! Is that dinner?” Spitfire said walking in, sniffing the air.

“Mhmm.” I nodded, pulling the fresh bread out of the oven.

“When the hay did you learn to cook?” She asked me, drinking in the air again.

“Back home on Earth. My mom taught me most of what I know today.” I said shrugging.

She ushered me into the den and patted a seat on the sofa.

I sat down.

“You never talk much about where you came from. Tell me about Earth.” She said, her eyes looking deep into my own.

“Ok, why not?” I said, happy to oblige.

Her eyes lit up.

“Well I was raised in a family in New England. It’s a cold, northern climate and my family wasn’t exactly rich either. I had a younger sister and I hated her guts. We beat the crap out of each other usually. I was 18 and had graduated high school and was about to join the military but then I got caught in a storm walking home one day and I ended up here.” I said.

“Wow, so is Earth a lot like Equestria?” She asked.

“Yeah, essentially. We have pony-like creatures too. They’re called horses” I said

She gasped.

I thought of their culture and listened to the word in my head again.

Oh.

“No, it’s spelled h-o-r-s-e.” I clarified.

“Oh.”

“Horses don’t look like you ponies either. They’re not as colorful and none of them have wings or horns” I said

“Wow, that’s weird. Are they the same size as us?” She asked.

“No. They are about 1-3 feet taller than us and weigh around half a ton.” I said.

Her eyes bulged.

“No way. Dude, that’s crazy!” She oggled

The timer in the stove signalled that dinner was ready.

“Oh thank Celestia! I’m starving!” She clapped her hooves together.

I served our dinner, the vegetables in the stew adding to the broth’s deep, rich flavor. Spitfire obviously enjoyed it, judging by her tiny “mmm”s and “wow”s.

After cleaning up, I had not noticed how dark it got. I looked at my watch. 7:30pm.

I am beat after today, way as well hit the sack after this.

“Hey Spits, I’m gonna shower and hit the hay. If you wanna shower first, I’ll help you out with your bandages.” I told her.

“Sure, can you come help me with that now?” She asked from the bedroom.

I finished washing the dishes and entered the bedroom. I saw Spitfire at the entrance to the bathroom, her uniform shirt on a hanger and her sprained wing wrapped up in a bandage still.

I touched her shoulder and began to rub the tender muscles, kneading them into a state of relaxed nirvana.

“I was not expecting this” She moans.

“Consider it a pleasant surprise.” I chuckle.

I unravel her bandage, taking my time with the tender appendage underneath. She winced as I finished, giving her wing a testing flex. She cried out in pain.

“Woah, easy there! I think you’re gonna need some help. Here, I’ll fill up the tub and give you a sponge bath.” I offered.

She blushed and nodded.

I knew she wouldn’t refuse.

I filled the tub with warm water and ushered her in. She sighed happily as she sank into the water. I found the wet sponge and soaped it up. I began to lather her body, being extra careful around her injured wing. She sighed again as I made my way down her warm body, washing every bit of her. I reached her flanks and lathered up that fiery lightning bolt of a cutie mark and gave a brief squeeze. She squeaked and looked back at me, her eyes hooded. I dragged the sponge along her snatch, glistening with moisture that was not only the bath water. I grazed her clit and she shuddered her eyes rolling back slightly. I ceased my teasing and finished by lathering her mane and tail. I rinsed her off and dried her, wrapping the towel around her mane. She stepped out and allowed me to shower, finishing I found her under the covers, looking for me.

“Hey there sexy. Come here, I’m pretty cold right now” She cooed.

I shut the light off and got under the covers. She scooched over to me and we touched lips ever so gently.

“By the way, Soarin stopped by while you were in the shower. He wanted me to give you these.” She held out her hoof as I reached for the lamp.

Flicking it on, I saw silver lapel pins. The insignia of an Ensign sat before my eyes, gleaming in the lamp light.

“Damn, you made me an officer?” I asked.

“No, Soarin did by himself. When you come back, you’ll be receiving the medal of valor service ribbons and a bravery insignia. Oh, and you’ve earned your wings too!” She said excitedly.

“Wow, that’s a lot to take in right now!” I said, baffled by her words.

“You earned it for saving my flank!” She said.

Then she kissed me, tenderly, her breathing slower and calm as a sunset in summer.

“You may not have swept me off my feet, but I sure landed right in your arms.” She giggled after breaking apart.

“Yeah, and now every stallion in Equestria hates my guts” We both burst out laughing. Her high pitched giggle accompanying my low hearty chuckle.

What a month I’m in for. I’ll make sure to cherish every moment of it.

Welcome to the Officer's Club

Fucking pants.

I thought this before slipping on the wet tile floor of the bathroom .

"Fuck!" I cried in pain

"You ok babe?" Spitfire asked, worry in her voice.

"I just slipped on the floor. I'm fine." I said, staggering to my feet.

I managed to put the rest of my uniform on without incident and found Spitfire had already made breakfast. Her slim figure accentuated by her wonderbolts uniform.

It had been a month and Spitfire had movement in her wing back. I had managed to convince Soarin to allow me to take care of her. It was easy, he filed the paperwork and winked at me. I enjoyed the hell out of that month., getting to know Spitfire and her parents.

In laws are something I was never good with or rather just girls parents. One time in highschool I managed to ask a girl out and she wanted meet her parents. While at dinner with them, I was asked about my plans for after high school. When i said "Naval Academy", I was kicked out of their house. Both her Dad and brother wer3 both West Point graduates and hated the navy.

Another time I got overconfident and brought up politics. To sum it up, I was a liberal, the girls parents were conservative.

Spitfires parents however were easy to work with. Her father saw my uniform and instantly liked me, her mother however, was harder to impress. She was ruthless in questioning me about my intentions and past life. I eventually got her to like me. I like both of them in the end and Spitfire rewarded me with a night of passionate cuddling. We still had our boundries of course.

“Hey big guy! Come on and eat! We have to leave in 10 minutes for your ceremony.” She said, her mouth still full of scrambled eggs.

“Celestia help you! Do you even know what manners are?” I laughed

“Oh come on! I’ve lived with you for a bucking month! Cry me a river, grow some wings, and get over it!” She joked.

I sat down and began consuming my meal. It was delicious, after all, she learned from the best. Myself of course.

A knock was soon heard at the door.

“That’ll be the carriage, come on!” Spitfire said, hopping up.

I obliged and quickly scarfed the rest of my breakfast before heading out the door.

I was not prepared in the slightest for the crowd at the ceremony. Half of Cloudsdale and the entire Wonderbolts base were on hand.

“Luna help me that’s a lot of ponies.” I said, wiping the sweat from my now clammy forehead.

“Ease up man! You’ll be fine!” Soarin said, his uniform sparking with ribbons and medals.

“Whatever you say Lieutenant.” I snorted

“Hey! Quit it! You’re an officer like me now! It’s just Soarin, you’ve proven yourself worthy of that.” He said, clapping a hoof on my back.

The ceremony went off without a hitch. I was presented the rank of Ensign and awarded a Heroism medal, Valor medal and 3 ribbons for distinguished service.

Well now at least my uniform won’t be blank now.

After the awards were presented and the crowd filed out, I went back to my regular workplace. My office had been furnished, no doubt under Soarin and Spitfire’s orders along with soundproofing and a cushioned table for therapy sessions.

Not too shabby!

A knock came from the door.

“Come in!” I shouted spinning my chair around from my desk to face the door.

“Ensign Schneider?” a familiar female voice came from the door.

A rainbow-maned pegasus entered and shut the door behind her.

“Well hello there Private Rainbow Dash! Long time no see!” I chuckled.

Her eyes blazed.

“With all due respect sir, it’s Private First Class now!” She boasted.

“Ok then Private First Class, what can I do for you today?” I asked.

“Just a simple wing massage to get the knots out before practice.” She said.

“Ok, you know the drill?” I asked

“No, I’m kinda new to this.” She blushed.

“That’s fine. Just lie down on the table and relax.” I told her, cracking my knuckles as I did so.

She did as I told and I got the oil and rubbed it on my hands.

“Now just relax.” I said as I began to work the tender joints.

Rainbow let out a long sigh as the stress melted away from her wings as they fluttered a little. My hand slipped and hit an arousal tendon. She gasped and her wings shot out in a classic “wingboner” fashion.

Fuck.

Rainbow lept up and looked me square in the eyes.

“Wow, you are a clever guy.” She said, her eyes hooding.

Shit, she’s that easy to turn on? Fuck! I did not see this coming!

“Rainbow no! I can’t, just lie back down, it was only an accident.” I urged

“There are no accidents.” She said, her muzzle inching itself closer to my face.

Do Deepak Chopra or Kung Fu Panda exist here?

I shook myself away from classic literature and Jack Black as a fat Chinese animal and focussed on the situation at hand.

“Rainbow, stop now! That is a direct order!” I said, a firm tone in my voice.

Her eyes opened fully, the magenta color sparkling in the fluorescent light.

“Sorry sir.” She looked down, and headed for the door.

“Rainbow wait.” I said before she could leave.

“What?” She said

“Come here.” I relented.

She trotted over and looked up at me.

“Look, I’m sorry that my hand slipped, I can assure you it was just an accident. Besides, you know I’m in a relationship with Spitfire anyway.” I said

Her eyes practically shot out of her skull.

“YOU’RE DATING SPITFIRE?!” She screamed

Thank Celestia for soundproofing.

“You didn’t know?” I asked.

“NO! I THOUGHT-ahem-sorry. I thought she was going out with Soarin still.” She said, changing her volume mid-sentence.

“No, we’ve been together for a month now. Most of the base knows. Oh wait that’s right, you’re a reserve.” I said, realizing why she didn’t know.

“RAINBOW DASH!” a voice that I knew was Spitfire’s screamed from the open door. She must have been on her way up to see me when she heard Dash yell.

“Spits! Easy! She had an appointment.” I shouted at her.

“Whoops. I’m so sorry Dash.” She blushed with embarrassment.

Spitfire trotted over to me and planted a long, deep kiss on my lips. No doubt to show that I was claimed by her and her alone.

“I get it, now will you two knock it off!” Dash yelled.

“Ok, ok Dash fine. Just make sure you know he’s mine.” Spitfire winked at Rainbow.

Rainbow winked back at her to my astonishment.

What the what?

“Hey, it’s almost time to clock out. I hope you don’t mind if I stay at your place for a while because tonight, I am going to reward you Ensign for your heroic actions.” She cooed, her eyes hooded.

There was a major debate going on in my head.

To fuck or not to fuck? That, my dear friends, is the real dilemma.

A Woman Does Not Like to be Kept Waiting. (Mature)

Spitfire went home early for the day. I stayed for 3 hours more than I should have because Fleetfoot needed to loosen up for her date with Soarin.

“Don’t tell anyone though. Technically, we’re not supposed to date.” She whispered.

“Now why would I do that? Soarin seems like a nice guy and you are a very pretty mare, but I have no quarrel with you or him, so you don’t need to worry.” I said, not stopping my work.

“I totally see why Spits has a huge crush on you now. You are super sweet.” She said, getting up as I finished.

“Aww shucks, you’re making me blush.” I said, my cheeks turning red.

“Come on and close up. I hear she’s waiting for you at home” Fleetfoot said, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, I’ve been nervous about that all day.” I said sheepishly.

“Oh grow a pair and act like a stallion!” She punched me on the shoulder.

“Come on, I gotta go. Spits is waiting.” I ushered her out the door. My carriage waited outside as Fleetfoot took off.

Upon my return home, I was greeted by a dark and empty house.

“Hello?” I asked to the darkness.

“In here baby.” A soft female voice echoed from the bedroom.

“Coming.” I said, excited at the night that would await me.

The door was ajar as I entered. I flicked on the light and saw...

Holy...shit...

There, on the bed, in one of my t-shirts, which went down to her upper thighs, was Spitfire. Except she wasn’t a pony anymore, she was a living, breathing human. Her skin was a light tan, her hair was the same as her mane, a bright fiery orange and yellow. She stood up and turned around, giving me a full view of her new body. Her rear was well toned and voluptuous. To my surprise she had panties and a bra on.

“I have been preparing this for weeks now. I had to ask for several favors from Rarity for the undergarments. Twilight has been studying your anatomy since you got here. I’m glad she got everything right so we can have a good time.” She whispered as she pressed up against me. I then had time to admire her breasts, which were quite sizable. I would put them at a D cup.

“How? What? I-” I stammered, lost for words.

“What’s the matter? Is it too much?” She asked, I swear I heard fear in her voice.

“No, you look stunning. It’s just, a huge surprise. You look smokin hot as a human!” I said, all truth in my words.

“The spell lasts until 2 am, I told Twilight I wanted to be back to normal by morning.” She purred now back into her sexy persona.

“I need a shower first though. Do you mind?” I asked, trying to keep my eyes off her boobs.

“Why don’t we shower together?” She purred in an even sexier voice.

Sweet Mother of Nightmare Moon!

She walked to the bathroom, motioning me to follow her as my t-shirt was tossed to the ground, leaving her in a set of black lace lingerie.

I was transfixed by her rear as she turned on the shower, letting the hot water pour over her hand.

I followed her, tossing my uniform and undershirts aside, leaving my torso exposed. The vegetarian diet had paid off in the end, I was lean, big and ripped. Well, not ripped, but I had a six pack, something I would never dream of back on Earth.

She motioned for me to come over and slowly, in the most arousing way possible, took off her panties and I sprang in, locking my lips with hers, out tongues twirling and fighting for dominance over the other’s. I unhooked her bra with the skill that I didn’t know I possessed, removing it as I did so, letting her funbags spill out. I was right on about the size of her bosom.

She did not break off the kiss as her hands moved lower on my body to remove my pants. She succeeded in doing so as they dropped to the floor, kicking them off in the same instant, leaving me in only my boxers and her fully naked.

That changed soon as she broke the kiss, descending to yank down my boxers and admire the prize she had waited and worked for so long bob in front of her. Her hot breath on my cock made my breathing hitch.

“Glad I waited for this! My, my you do pack a punch, not like a stallion but still.” She purred, grabbing my shaft, and putting it in her mouth.

I moaned as her tongue flicked my head and traveled up and down my shaft. I felt myself reaching my brink too quickly and I grabbed Spitfire’s head and pulled her off.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing. Now why don’t we get into the shower now?” I offered, opening the shower door and ushered her inside. She stepped in, letting the water drench her body, beading on her perfectly tanned skin. I stepped in after her, letting myself rinse in the hot water for a moment before shutting the door behind me. Spitfire pulled me in for another kiss, letting the water fall over both of our bodies, mixing with sweat and our own fluids. My erection was prodding in between her legs, the heat of her nethers radiating on my throbbing member. I pulled out the soap and washed myself along with Spitfire, running the poofy body scrubber along her curves slowly and deliberately, making her moan and squeal with delight. She did the same to me, stopping at my dick and scrubbing it a little more than necessary. After rinsing off, we started another make-out session, this time, I plopped her down on the ledge that one could use to sit while in the shower. She spread her legs, revealing a snatch that glistened with water and her own arousal.

“Enough teasing. Let’s see how good you are.” She huffed

I ran a trail of kisses along her upper thigh and slid a finger into her vag. She clenched the muscles around my finger, moaning in ecstasy as she did so. I removed the finger only for Spitfire to grab my wet hair and pull me into her. I yelped as she did so but as soon as I tasted her, I stayed. Her taste was invigorating, with a hint of mandarin orange. I ran my tongue up and down her snatch, stopping only to flick her clit a little bit. This was met with a scream of pleasure as I continued my oral work. I slid my tongue in, feeling every ridge and bump in her moist folds, drinking her in. I heard her breathing speed up and I knew she was nearing release. I finished her off by driving my tongue deep inside her and flicking her love button with my teeth. She went over the edge in spectacular fashion, spilling what I thought was a pint of fluids over my face and chin. I lapped it up eagerly, and turned off the water. I opened the door and grabbed 2 towels for us to dry off with. Spitfire got to her feet, shaking from her recent orgasm, and dried herself off.

“Get ready for the ride of your life buddy, because I am far from done with you” She said, drying off her legs as she did so.

She grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me back into the bedroom, tossing me down on the bed. She then mounted me and planted her lips down on mine yet again. I felt my erection slowly coming back to life from it’s suspended state. I felt it poke her rear as we continued our vicious tongue wrestling competition. She jumped and broke apart.

“Ready again I feel?” She smirked as she grabbed ahold of my throbbing member and stroked it along her moist outer lips and clit, not letting it in quite yet.

“Do you want to fuck me? Do you want me to ride you until the police knock on the door from me screaming your name so loudly?” She asked, continuing to stroke my head against her soaked lips.

“Oh yeah.” I said in an almost growl.

Spitfire stopped her teasing and positioned herself on my cock. It slid in slowly, inch by glorious inch into her tight, wet snatch until I hit that unfamiliar soft wall that I recognized as her virginity.

I looked up at her and she nodded, leaned down and kissed me. With one small thrust, I broke through her holy wall and hilted myself. She screamed slightly into my mouth, still lip locked and tongue tied with me, a single tear running down her cheek.

“You ok? Just start moving whenever you’re ready, alright?” I told her.

She nodded and sat there, I felt no blood yet which was good because it was a total boner kill for me. After around a minute of kissing she started to bob up and down slowly. The feeling was like no other I had felt before. Spitfire was incredibly tight, her folds molding around my shaft like a glove. Her movements became faster as she screamed into my mouth, not in pain this time, but in pure pleasure. Her breathing intensified as she neared her peak again. I was close too but used every shred of control I had to hold back until she finished. When she did, it was even more spectacular than in the shower. She screamed almost at the top of her lungs as she came, her snatch clamping and milking my cock for everything it had. This, in turn, sent me over the edge as well. I spurted load after load into her waiting pussy, groaning loudly. After a solid 3 minutes, she rolled off of me and stood up, my dick coming out with a small *pop*.

“That, was worth the damn wait.” She said, her vag leaking a combination of both of our fluids.

“Maybe next time, I can fuck you as a pony. In your real form, like I dreamed about this afternoon.” I said,

“Next time?” She said, a smile making its way to her lips.

“Yeah. Why, did you think this was a one time deal?” I asked her.

“Well, kinda. I mean most stallions do that right?” She asked sheepishly

“Some might, but remember, I’m me. Not some stallion. You are amazing as a human, so I can’t wait until you're a pony again.” I grinned

Spitfire came up and kissed me again before she went to go clean herself up. We slept that night in total bliss, our naked bodies warming each other until she would transform back soon.

“Spits?” I whispered to her, after waking up in the middle of the night.

A pony head greeted me with a smile.

“Yeah David?” She whispered back.

“I love you.” I said.

“I love you too” was her response as she nuzzled her head into my chest, getting cozy as I wrapped my big arms around her body, her wings fluttering as I did.

Old Memories and New Beginnings

Summer went by like a tornado, the odd seasons of Equestria making it last for 4 months was rather unusual. During the waning days of the summer, I took Spitfire to the beach for the first time in her life. The sunset was the prettiest thing she had ever seen in the world.

“Yet it doesn’t even come close to your own beauty.” I whispered in her ear.

“You really are a gentlecolt” She smirked, kissing me on the cheek.

“Hey, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Spitfire started.

“And what is that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in the fading orange light.

“I was wondering if I could maybe, come with you to Ponyville and crash there for the off-season.” She asked.

“For Luna’s sake Spits, you live with me in Cloudsdale, why would I not let you live with me in Ponyville?” I laughed

“Because I’m a hot mess.” She said.

“More hot, less mess” I chortled.

“Goddess you have a way with words. How the buck were you not getting laid left and right?” She asked me

“Nopony really talked to me that much except for Lotus and Aloe. I was pretty reserved” I told her. She giggled.

“Come on, lets get to your house. I am super horny right now and-” She started

“Then lets just buck here on the beach.” I smirked

“Oh my goddess, it’s like you know my fantasies!” She exclaimed, shedding the small bikini bottom she had worn and mounting me.

It was the best sex we had yet. But that was about to change.

After we had our fun, Spitfire and I returned to my home in central Ponyville. The next morning, before going into work, I decided to cash in on a few favors from an old friend.

I knocked on the large solid crystal door. A purple dragon answered as I had expected.

“Hey Dave! Been a while!!” Spike said.

“Nice to see you too Spike. By any chance, have you seen Twilight?” I asked him.

“She’s passed out upstairs. Wait what are you-” Spike asked as I climbed the spiral staircase that I knew lead to Twilight’s room.

I opened the door and saw the alicorn snoozing in her bed. A devious grin made its way across my face.

I crept over to her as Spike watched mortified.

“Take notes. Rarity will love this stuff!” I whispered to him.

I began rubbing at the base of her wings.

“Ohhh Flash, you’re very-” Twilight moaned and suddenly stopped as she laid eyes on me.

“GAHHHHHHHHHHH!” She shrieked, her wings popping out and elevating her skyward.

“Still dreaming about that guard I see?” I say, a shit eating grin on my face.

“Can it Dave. Why are you here?” Twilight asked, lowering herself to the ground.

“I need a favor, one of many that you owe me.” I told her.

“Shoot.” She said, popping a mug of what I assumed was coffee or tea into existence.

“Could you, uh, turn me into a pony?” I asked her.

How convenient that she was drinking a scalding hot beverage.

She spat out the tea as I quickly identified before the boiling water hit my face. I yelped in pain and covered my face with my hands.

“Pony feathers! Sorry!” She yelled.

“FUUUCK!” I screamed, the skin now blistering.

I heard an aura of some sort before feeling all the pain vanish.

“Thanks Twi.” I muttered

“Sorry, I was just surprised.” She said sheepishly.

“Is this about Spitfire?” She asked.

“Yeah. Do you think you could do it?” I asked her.

“I can since I did it once, I just need to know, would you want to stay fertile or have me make you infertile?” She asked, poofing a book into the room, opening it.

“Keep me fertile.” I said, “I hear shit goes wrong when you try to do that and I have a few thing to ask her as well"

"Oh? Are you thinking about popping the question?" She asked

"Maybe, now can you do what you need to do?" I said, motioning for her to hurry up.

“Ok, Ok. Ready?” She asked me, her horn lighting up.

“As much as I’ll ever be.” I grunt.

I felt a great warmth in my chest that slowly spread out to every limb. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and opened them at a little bit higher than Twilight’s horn. I fell onto all fours, found a mirror and looked myself over. I looked pretty good, tall, muscular, light blue coat, brown mane, and wings.

“Nice, I’m even a pegasus!” I said, fluttering my wings.

“I can give you a hand with those. Here,” She pressed her horn to my head and transferred her knowledge of flight to my mind. I reeled back, my head spinning and becoming dizzy.

“Woah!” I yelped, falling on my flank.

“Easy there buddy! You ok?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I cough.

“Yeah you are fine.” She muttered under her breath, twirling her mane with her free hoof.

“Excuse me?” I grinned.

“Oh! Nothing, nothing at all!” She blurted out.

“You really are terrible at lying.” I laugh.

She blushed a vivid shade of pink.

“Get out, before I change my mind.” She chuckled.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll run into Flash later...” I said.

Her eyes bulged.

“You wouldn’t dare!” She growled

“No, I wouldn’t as I like my neck firmly in place where it is now.” I said, smirking.

She gave me a sideways look that said “Get the buck out now”

I knew Spitfire would be out for a while as she wanted to do some shopping around town. I had a plan for when she got home in the late afternoon. First, I would show off my new body, then, I would take her to the place that we shared our first intimate moment. I remember it like it was yesterday, the setting sun, the hillock, her lips meeting mine, enjoying each other’s company...it was like a dream come true.

I readied myself as well as dinner into a picnic basket for the two of us, being sure to slip the little velvet box that Rarity gave me, then sat on the couch. I heard the door open as Spitfire walked in.

“Dave, I’m home! I think you’ll love the cute little dress I got!” Spitfire said in a very un-wonderboltish way.

“I can’t wait,” I said, standing up, revealing my new body to her.

Her mouth dropped open, dropping the bags she was carrying. She walked over to me, her maw now closed, examining me, as if trying to make sure I was real.

“Well?” I asked.

“Did you do this for me?” She asked, tears welling in her eyes.

“Who else would I do it for?” I told her

She leaned up and kissed me, the feeling much different than when I would kiss her as a human.

“So, what do you have planned?” She asked.

“Why don’t you put on that little dress of yours and I’ll show you.” I whispered in her ear.

She squealed with excitement and galloped upstairs to change. When she came back down she looked amazing. The dress was white with little green vines and branches snaking around the fabric. It hugged her form and accentuated the movement of her flanks. Her fiery orange mane was clipped away from her face.

I lifted the basket and motioned towards the door.

“Shall we?” I asked.

We flew until we reached the exact same little hillock that we had shared a year ago.

She gasped as she recognized the little meadow and grassy hill. We touched down and I laid down a blanket and picked the dinner out of the basket. It was a simple salad with fresh brook trout, her favorite. After our meal, I put everything away, leaving just the two of us on the blanket, watching the golden sun sink below the horizon. I laid back as she nuzzled her head into my shoulder. She shivered as the cold fall breeze nipped at her fur. I wrapped my hooves around her and brought her in close, letting her cozy up in my warm embrace, she melted into it with the resistance of a knife through warm butter.

“Oops! I think I dropped my mane clip in the basket.” She got up and opened the basket as I relaxed. All of a sudden she stopped rummaging and reached into the basket, pulling out the velvet case that I had forgotten about hours ago.

Fucking Hell! How did I forget about that?

“Is...Is this what I think it is?” She asked, the color from my face draining as her orange eyes probed into my very soul for an answer.

Do It for Her (Mature)

“Spits, I...” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

“For Luna’s sake answer my question!” Spitfire said, half enraged half pleading.

“If you’re thinking it’s an engagement ring, then you would be correct.” I exhaled

“You-You were going to propose?” She asked me, tears now welling in her huge orange eyes.

“I just didn’t know if I wanted to. I wanted to wait for the perfect moment.” I say, my breath now heavy with emotion.

“Dave, sometimes we wait our whole lives for the perfect moment, yet, it never comes. But Dave, for me, anytime is perfect. To be honest everypony I know had been waiting for you to pop the question, and to be fair, anytime is perfect. I made up my mind weeks ago that if you popped that question, I would say yes without hesitation, knowing that you would be the person I would want to spend the rest of my life with and have foals with.” She said

Now I was the one with tears pouring down my cheeks.

“B-but if you have foals, you’ll lose your job as a Wonderbolt.” I stammer.

“Fleetfoot has had 3 kids and raised them on her own. If she can do it, then by stars, so can I!” She said, her voice full of determination.

“So I guess I’ll take this as my cue. Spitfire, will you spend the rest of your life with me?” I asked, picking up the velvet box and opening it to reveal a spectacular diamond noof bracelet.

“I think you already have your answer.” She smiled as the tears ran down her face, putting the bracelet on her left hoof.

“It’s perfect” Spitfire said, looking at the bracelet made entirely of diamond, turning her hoof to admire all sides of it.

“I knew you’d like it.” I say, getting up before gently placing my lips on hers.

She moaned slightly into my mouth.

“I have something to tell you Dave.” She whinnied, breaking the kiss.

“Yeah?” I looked down at her.

“My heat started last week and I was trying to hide it from you, but I can’t hold it back anymore. The mood, the place, you...” She purred.

“Twilight didn’t keep me sterile though. I didn’t know you were in heat.” I said, pulling back a little bit.

“Well, we are engaged now, why not start a family?” She asked.

“There is not a pony in the world I would rather share that joy with other than you.” I whispered in her ear, nibbling it a little bit, making Spitfire squeal.

“Take me, make me a proper mare.” She said, lying down on the green grass.

“I thought I did that already?” I looked at her quizzically.

“I asked Twilight to preserve my virginity as a mare when I changed back. It was uncomfortable overnight but my hymen grew back. I wanted to save my real self,” Spitfire moved her hooves down her slim, curved form through the dress, “for you big boy.”

“So why don’t I take off that dress. As pretty as it is, I think I like what’s under it much more.” I said.

She growled in excitement as I pulled it over head, revealing the tantalizing fur and flesh underneath. I targeted her mouth first, mashing my lips against hers tangling tongues and moaning into each other’s mouths. I moved my hoof down to her teats, rubbing the tender nipples as she groaned in ecstasy. I disconnected from her mouth and planted kisses down her body until I found the little link nubs. I planted my maw on one of them and swirled my tongue around her nipples. She squealed with delight as I paid equal attention to each teat. I then moved a little lower but before I could reach her snatch, she stopped me and I flipped her around into a sixty-nine position. Spitfire took my now fully erect cock into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around my thicker, larger shaft while I lapped at her moist folds. Suddenly, I stopped eating her out, becoming aware of another set of moans besides our own.

“Shh!” I said and Spitfire ceased her sucking instantly.

“What?” She whispered in an irritated voice.

Her ears perked up as she too heard the moans. She got off me and I pinpointed the direction they were coming from before they suddenly stopped.

My wings shot out and I sprinted towards the small thicket of bushes that I thought was the source. I had cut off the intruder’s escape as they smashed into me. I looked down and saw...RAINBOW DASH?

SWEET MERCIFUL FUCK MONKEYS!!!

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I asked her, still in shock.

“Wait, David?” Rainbow asked me.

“Yeah, it’s me. Now can you explain why you are here interrupting time with my fiance!” I ordered her.

“David? What’s goi-YOU BITCH!” Spitfire had found Rainbow Dash cowering in front of me.

“SPITS NO!” I yelled, grabbing the still extremely heated mare by the torso stopping her from tearing Rainbow Dash apart.

“Hey, wait,” I said, a devilish grin coming to my face, “two is better than one now right?”

Spitfire’s eyes lit up it arousal.

She was down with this.

“Well, Dash, I have just one question for you.” Spitfire purred.

“And what’s that?” Dash asked, oblivious to Spitfire’s tone.

“Do you have the protection spell for your heat?” Spitfire asked.

“Of course! Wait, are you?” Dash was about to ask.

“Just lie back and relax Dash. Let David do the work for you” Spitfire cooed as she leaned in to give Dash a kiss while shoving my head in between Dash’s thighs. She tasted good, I lapped at her folds, my member rising to the occasion once again.

“Dave?”

I looked up and saw Spitfire looking at me.

“Rut her right here in front of me.” She moaned.

I complied and slid my member along Dash’s slit, lubing it up with her juices. I then leaned back and rammed into her. She screamed in delight as she clenched around me. I found I had much more stamina than in my human form. I pulled back to until just my head was inside Dash, then slammed back into her. I repeated this as the constant smack of my hips slamming into hers echoes throughout the meadow. Dash let out one final scream as I made her peak, her nethers clenching around my length with a vice. I slowly slid out of her.

“Now Dash, watch and learn,” Spitfire purred, “this is how you make a stallion cum”

Spitfire took the dominant position, pushing me on my back, my rock hard length still at attention. She lined herself up and slowly eased herself down on me, letting out a content sigh as she finally felt her needs being fulfilled. I then hit her hymen. I didn’t need to do anything as she kissed me and pushed herself past the wall. This time she was ready for the pain and pulled through, sitting up and gyrating her hips. I gasped as I had never felt so much pleasure down there. Her moist snatch gripped my shaft as she bounced up and down on me, until we both reached our breaking point. She came hard, screaming as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her clenching snatch sent me over the edge as well. I shot rope after rope of my pony seed into her waiting womb. Dash screamed as she too reached climax once again.

“You know what Dave?” Spitfire said after her orgasm had subsided.

“Yeah Spits?”

“I think you can fuck me better in human form.” She giggled.

“Point taken” I said.

“Dash?” Spitfire looked at the panting rainbow maned pegasus.

“Don’t get any ideas about my fiance.” She growled.

“Yes *pant* m’am” She gave a mock salute.

A shower was in order for our sweaty bodies. I bucked her again in the shower, waking half the neighborhood in the process. After a night of relaxing sleep and waking up in human form once again, I found Spitfire missing.

“Spits?” I called out.

“DAVID SCHNEIDER!” Spitfire yelled, galloping into the room, jumping on the bed and embracing me.

“Whoa there! What’s the deal. I mean I can understand the excitement but the wedding is a while away.” I said.

“No, David. When you were a pony, you were compatible with me and I was in heat,” She said, “Don’t you know what this means?”

“I’m not exactly sure” I said.

She produced a small white thermometer-looking device that I instantly recognized.

“I’m pregnant”

Breaking the News

“Spitfire. A-are you serious?” I asked her, wanting to confirm the facts.

“Yes,” She whispered, “You’re going to be a father!”

I was going to be a father! Never had I ever thought this miracle would happen!

I grabbed Spitfire in my arms as I brought her lips to mine, savoring her sweet taste.

“Hey if you don’t mind, I’d like to put some pants on at least.” I told her, my face still very close to hers.

“Sure, I’ll be downstairs and I’ll be expecting breakfast made for me. After all, pregnant mares always get what they want right?” She cooed.

“Of course my love. Anything for you.” I whispered, giving her ear a little nibble as she giggled and headed downstairs.

I put some pants on, deciding to remain shirtless for the time being, not having any plans that day except stay home with Spitfire. The knock on the door however, changed that.

I opened it up to see Derpy Hooves with her mailbags.

“Why hello Derpy! What’s in the mail for me today?” I asked her.

“Just a special invitation from Pinkie Pie for you and Spitfire. Have fun!” The bubbly mare flapping her wings and making her way back the next house, shooting me a wink as she did so.

“Invitation?” Spitfire asked, her head now brushing against my thigh. I quickly got the heavy blush off my face.

I opened it to a spray of confetti and a party horn. Inside it said:

Meet at Sugarcube Corner at 6:00 pm sharp for the Ponyville Party Club! PP

“Sounds fun. You up for it?” I asked Spitfire, showing her the invitation.

“Sure, just keep me away from any liquor.” She said, patting her stomach.

“Will do my fair lady.” I said, lifting her hoof and brushing it against my lips, the soft yellow fur tickling my face.

At 6:00 pm sharp, we arrived at Sugar Cube Corner to find it dark.

Spitfire had on the lovely orange dress she wore on our first encounter together.

“We got the time and location right. Only way to find out is to go in.” I told her.

“But my prince! I am full with child and my fraile legs cannot carry me any longer!” She mock wailed as she placed the back of her hoof to her forehead.

Rarity would be insulted by that.

“Well then I guess you’ll have to let me carry you then.” I told her, sweeping her off her feet and into my arms. She let out a high pitched squeal of delight as I cradled her form in my strong embrace. I pushed open the door to the sweet shop and braced myself for the inevitable.

“SUPRISE!!!!!!!”

The lights instantly flicked on as Twilight, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie popped out from behind the counter. From the other side of the store emerged Lotus and Aloe and the Wonderbolts.

“Congratulations on the engagement you two!” was the remark we received from every pony in town.

“Should we tell them about?” I asked Spitfire during the party, patting her belly lightly. She purred as I did that.

“Goddess above I love it when you do that. I think we should, I’ll let you tell them.” She said.

“EXCUSE ME EVERYPONY! SPITFIRE HAS AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE!” I yelled, quieting everypony down at once.

She gave me a glare at first but then realized that it was better for her to make the announcement.

“I’m, well, expecting” She said, just audible enough for the ponies in the room to hear her.

A very audible gasp was heard from Pinkie as the rest of the ponies stood agape.

Something was very wrong. They were silent and not in a happy way.

“Oh my god.” Was the first sound out of the crowd

“Spits, I think we should leave.” I whispered into her ear.

“Wait. Hold on a sec. I know what everyone is thinking.” She whispered back.

Spitfire motioned Twilight over.

“Twi, you think you could do that thing to Dave again so everypony can understand the situation?” Spitfire asked the purple alicorn.

“I was about to suggest the same” Twilight said, her horn lighting up.

I felt the familiar warmth wash over me as I was transformed back into a pony. The entire room gasped and came to understanding that I had offered to change myself to have foals with Spitfire.

With that out of the way, I opened my mouth.

“Now why don’t we keep celebrating as we have two reasons to do so now!?”

A cheer went up around the room and I moved to Twilight.

“Hey Twilight, you think I could keep the wings on my human body?” I asked her.

She giggled. “Well now you’ve spoiled my present for you today!” She said

“You can?” I asked in bewilderment, grabbing Spits and tugging her next to me.

“Did you hear that Spits? I can keep my wings in human form!” I hopped a little in excitement.

“So no more carriages to work for you!” She said laughing.

“Could you that now Twilight? As much as I like being a pony, I’d like to try out my new wings as soon as possible.” I said eagerly.

“With pleasure!” The purple alicorn replied, her horn lighting up once again.

I felt myself grow back into a human, however, a icy cold stayed on my upper back.

As soon as Twilight finished, I tested my new wings, which I had to take off my shirt to do. There were several cat calls and the rest were halted by a death stare from Spitfire.

The feathers were the same color as my skin, a dark cream, and stretched out quite far. I estimated I had at least a 6 foot wingspan or more.

The party ended around 9:00pm and I decided to fly Spitfire home. She fell asleep in my arms, the warm yellow bundle snoring slightly as I tucked her into bed, climbing in beside her. I thought of the life ahead of me, a kid, a wife, I had the dream. I drifted into sweet sleep and dreamed of nothing but the good things the future held.

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Epilogue (5 Years Later)

“Daddy, Daddy!”

My daughter, Phoenix Heart, now 5 years old, was a beautiful little filly. Her bright yellow fur shone and her short brown mane ruffled as she ran towards me, her wings spread as she violently flapped them and elevated herself high enough to get herself into my arms, She buzzed with excitement.

“Hey there little girl!” I said, grabbing the filly in my arms and pecking her forehead.

“How was your first day of school?” I asked her.

“It was so cool Daddy! We learned about how to read and write and how to spell too!” She buzzed in excitement, her wings fluttering as she did so.

“That’s really cool sweetie!” I told her, setting her down and beginning to walk home, waving to Cheerilee as I did so.

“Daddy?” Phoenix looked up at me.

“Yes Phoenix Heart my dear?”

“Can I have a Wonderbolt uniform like you and mommy do?” She asked, giving me pound puppy eyes.

“Maybe when you’re a little older,” I chuckled, flexing my wings through tho holes in my uniform shirt.

“Awwww,” She groaned as she kicked the dirt.

“Tell ya what though. I can fly you the rest of the way bome if you want to?” I told her, knowing she couldn’t refuse such an offer.

“YAY!” She buzzed into my arms again as I started running and spread my wings and took off into the warm blue sky.

Spitfire said she’d only be in the office for an extra hour for that meeting with the Equestrian MIlitary Counsel.

As I set myself down in front of the front door, I knew something was off. There was no newspaper on the porch like there usually was. I opened the door.

“Spits? Honey?” I called out.

Spitfire came out in full uniform, complete with hat and everything.

“You’re gonna want to see this...” Spitfire said, hanging her head and handing me the newspaper.

The headline read as follows:

GRYPHON EMPIRE DECLARES WAR ON EQUESTRIA! WONDERBOLTS TO TAKE OFFENSIVE LEAD IN INVASION!

It had finally happened. The day that every Wonderbolt feared would come, the day that they were finally needed for military service.

“We each have 2 weeks to prepare for our departure to the Forward Operation Base.” She said grimly.

“Daddy?” Phoenix spoke up, “What’s war?”

“Something I thought you would never have to see and something that I wished didn’t follow me into this world.” I said, not hiding the dread in my voice.