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?