Category 5

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.