Wake of Destruction

That morning, I told Phoenix of my encounter with the lovely Princess Luna over breakfast.

“But Daddy, won’t that make Mommy mad?” She giggled.

“Oh, Princess Luna doesn’t have a thing compared to your mother. Ain’t that right honey?” I ask her, whilst scooping up the sleepy pegasus as she walked down the stairs.

“Woah!” She yelped and then began to giggle and snort like Phoenix was.

“I was just saying how your beauty far surpasses that of the Princess of the Night!” I moved my hand in an arc above her head whilst holding her middle under my arm.

I cradled her again and kissed her.

“Ewwww!” Phoenix’s giggles faded quickly as our lips locked.

“How about those pancakes?” I said, breaking the kiss, leaving Spitfire’s chest heaving for breath.

“That sounds amazing Daddy!” Phoenix cheered, glad to focus on something else than her parents kissing.

“I forgot how well you can cook.” Spitfire grinned with a mouthful of pancakes.

“It is my pleasure ladies.” I gave a satirical bow.

“Phoenix Heart, go get ready for school while I get my uniform on. Mom and I will take you to school today.” I told the little orange filly.

“Oh wow! Really! Well Daddy, I was wondering if you could stay for a little while longer at school.” Phoenix shifted in her seat.

“Why’s that kiddo?” I asked her, cocking an eyebrow.

“It’s my turn to have a family member present their job to the class. I kinda forgot about it last night.” She trailed off.

“Well, I’m sure mom and I could stay for a little while. I’ll have Soarin take charge for a little bit.” I said, moving over to the little panel with 4 names on it, each name with a button over it. This neat little magical device allowed us to send a signal to each of the Wonderbolts via a pin on their uniforms. It would summon them to our house to report for emergency orders like now.

I pushed Soarin’s button and a bell rang, letting us know our signal had been received.

I put on my Wonderbolts dress uniform and hat, which Spitfire told me I looked quite dashing in.

There was a heavy knock at the door.

“I’ll get it!” Phoenix chirped as she galloped to the door.

“Well hello there Burnout!” I heard Soarin chuckle as he was let in. I heard Phoenix groan at the nickname.

“Hey bucko! You know she doesn’t like that!” I yell while walking down the stairs.

“Sir” Soarin gave a salute which I quickly returned.

“Lieutenant,” I said.

“Captain,” he responded, still not quite used to my promotion as Spitfire’s wingman.

“Where’s Spits?” he asked,

“She’ll be down in a minute. In the meantime, we need you to cover the morning business for us today. We’re presenting to Phoenix’s class today!” I beamed at my daughter, who was practically jumping for joy.

“Will do sir? That all?” He asked, giving me another quick salute.

“There is one more question I have for you,” I told him

“Yes?” He cocked his head.

“How’s Applejack?” I asked, a smug grin upon my face.

“Fine, just fine. We’re thinking about tying the knot soon.” Soarin smiled sheepishly.

“Better do it sooner than later. I did and look at me now! Happy father and husband!” I chortled, motioning towards the stairs where I had heard Spits start her way down.

“Ready kiddo?” Spitfire asked Phoenix.

“Absolutely!” She cheered.

“Well Soarin, you best be off now.” I told the blue pegasus as he exited the home.

“Thank you sir!” He replied as he took off.

“Ready baby girl?” I asked Phoenix.

“Yeah, can we just go already?!” She said, now becoming restless.

“Alright, alright, we’re going.” Spitfire said as the orange and yellow filly hopped up on her back as we took off for the school house.

The room was quiet as Phoenix went in and confirmed with Ms. Cheerilee that we were indeed presenting. She gave a quick nod and let her run back to us. While Cherrilee was calming the class down, I looked around and saw a few familiar faces. In the back were the older kids: Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Rumble, Apple Bloom, Pipsqueak, Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon.

“KIDS!” Cheerilee yelled, instantly silencing the class.

“We have 2 very special guests here today. Today, Phoenix Heart will show what her parents do for a living!” She said in a very instructing tone.

I straightened my hat  and smoothed out my uniform as Phoenix went into the schoolhouse to introduce Spitfire and I.

“Fillies and Gentlecolts! May I present my Mom, Captain Spitfire, and my Dad, Captain Dave!” She said waving us in.

The look of shock on the class’ face was priceless. They had obviously not had any clue that Phoenix’s parents were the captains of the Wonderbolts.

Spitfire and I walked in and were bombarded by questions. It was half past ten by the time we waved goodbye to Phoenix and the rest of the class.

“Ready to do some paperwork?” Spitfire joked with me as we both flew towards the base.

“Implying anyone is ready for boring shit like that.” I said.

We arrived and began our work of organizing several military units into carefully calculated forces. By the time we finished, it was half-past five.

“Shit,” I said aloud, glancing at the clock.

“What babe?” Spitfire looked up from her paperwork in the desk across from mine. That was another perk of being married, we shared an office together. It was nicely furnished with a couch and oak wood floors.

“Who picked up Phoenix?” I asked her.

“Fleetfoot and her son took her home. She’s with them.” I let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey honey, I think I’m getting a bit of a pain in my shoulders. Do you mind giving me a bit of a massage?” She grinned.

“I suppose so.” I say, stroking my chin.

“Come over here to the couch.” I motioned over to the plush sofa, patting the cushion next to me.

She fluttered over and I began working at her neck and back muscles, easing away the tension from her tense body. I knew I was doing well because Spitfire was letting out little content sighs. I then moved to her wings, running my fingers through her feathers. She moaned loudly as the setting sun illuminated her sparkling eyes and lolling tongue through the window.

I finished up, leaving her hanging. She jumped up and looked at me.

“You are going to finish what you started. Tonight, when Phoenix is asleep, I want you to rut me until I can’t walk straight.” She purred with eagerness.

“Gladly.” I whispered to her, nibbling her ear as I did so, sending another jolt of arousal down her spine.

I flew home to make dinner while Spitfire went to pick up Phoenix.

I’ve got a long night ahead of me...