The Present

Well, then… I suppose at least I can take some solace that no other pony will know about this except myself and Spitfire…

Twilight stared wide eyed at her mug of coffee as she settled fully back against the couch. Although not completely in denial, she still could not quite believe parts of what she had just heard.

“So… what happened after that?” Twilight Sparkle turned her attention back to Spitfire who sat at the other end of the couch, who was taking a sip out of her own mug of coffee, looking quite reserved despite the raunchy detail the Wonderbolt had recollected with an eerie accuracy.

“Well, you could say we did go at it again, afterwards. You were pretty wild before, but you just seemed to get worse the more drunk you got. But that was expected considering you almost downed half a bottle of Jack Daniels to yourself in one go.” Spitfire mused, trying her best not to smile. “I mean, I can drink a lot, but I don’t go chugging back bottles of whiskey. It's just asking for trouble, you know?”

Twilight Sparkle wondered just what that sad smile upon Spitfire's lips truly meant.

It seemed Spitfire was a drunk with an impeccable memory, which transformed into a vice rather than a virtue as it was in this particular instance. Twilight Sparkle shared an experience with the Wonderbolt that was supposed to be considered unique and special and yet, she barely remembered even a bit of it…

Was Spitfire upset about what had happened? Or was it she was upset that Twilight could not remember the night they shared?

“What was I thinking?” Twilight stated to herself with a disappointment that caused the forced smile on Spitfire’s lips to loosen. “I can’t believe such a thing could happen.”

If Princess Celestia ever found out… she would be so disappointed with me. I can’t even imagine what my parents would think, either… I wonder if big brother has ever got himself in a situation like this…

Scratch that. I don’t want to know.

“What do you mean?” Spitfire ventured cautiously.

“I have never been this careless before in my entire life. I am normally quite a reserved and responsible drinker. I just can’t imagine I would let myself knowingly become in such a state that I would forget something from ever happening. I just feel… strange. Numb almost to the idea I had shared my first time with another pony… a mare even.”

Spitfire raised her brows at that. “Wait, that was your first time?”

Twilight nodded, sheepishly diverting her gaze from the other mare. “Y-yeah. It was my first time. I never even considered being with another mare like that before so… it’s all a bit of a shock to me, knowing I... we...”

The Wonderbolt appeared to visibly flinch, causing Twilight’s anxious demeanour to increase. Had she said something wrong?

“By the sounds of it you have never been that drunk before in your entire life Sparkle—I mean, Princess…” Spitfire corrected herself with a sigh. “But, to continue the story without so much detail as before, we had sex for a second and third time after that. We used the vibrator on each other until we could take no more. You really did work me over, though. It hurts to sit down, almost. Kinda swollen down there if you know what I mean. But then again, considering what I did to you, it’s no wonder you’re sitting awkwardly. You forced me to spank you so hard my hooves kind of ache this morning.”

What else did I make Spitfire do to me? What kind of side of me exists that would allow myself to go that far? To think that… dirty?

Is it because of the drink or was it because of… her? Or perhaps maybe deep down inside of me there is this wild, sexual predator waiting to break out? I mean, it is true I often think about such things, but not in a strictly sexualized kind of way.

Or then again, I have done, once or twice… but I never really considered my tastes would venture that far!

Or, maybe I did it because… I had feelings for her? If I had any feelings for Spitfire at the time, I certainly don’t feel them now… and that’s the worst part. Should I… do something about this? I mean, I think she enjoyed her time with me quite a bit, if her recollection is anything to go by.

Wait, did she just say spank?

“S-spank?” Twilight couldn’t help but laugh. The notion just seemed impossible. “Yeah, that would explain why my flank is extremely sore.”

Spitfire nodded, eyeing the mare’s flank parked upon her couch, guilt creeping into her voice. “You told me to go rough on you, so, I did. You said you were enjoying it, though, so I didn’t think to stop. Sorry about that. You’re not in too much pain, are you?”

“N-no, not that much.” Twilight felt her permanent blush deepen as she felt her embarrassment increase with yet another question. “W-what about the… thing?” Her voice trailing off into a whisper as both mares turned their attention to the open bedroom doorway and the analbeads still discarded; untouched, upon the floor.

“Ah… yeah, you insisted I use it on you, demanding we go at it a fourth time even though I was practically exhausted by that point... at least, I think it was the fourth? Might had been a fifth. I sort of just went along with it.” Spitfire cleared her throat, trying her best to resist a grin. “You were so out of it you could barely speak, and—well, you passed out soon after. I was too weak to try and—ahem, pull the beads out of you, so I sort of passed out myself. Sorry about that...”

That would explain why it was still inside of me when I woke up this morning.

...I can’t believe I just thought that.

“I-I am so sorry, Captain Spitfire for all of this. I didn’t know what I was doing; I think—and well...” Twilight nibbled at her lower lip, her eyes moving away from the open doorway and back towards Spitfire, who only looked back at her with a frown and a sadness that stabbed at Twilight’s heart.

Did Spitfire return those feelings I showed last night in honesty? Does she still have them for me? I’ve probably done far more damage to Spitfire than I have done to myself.

“I’m… I’m truly sorry, Spitfire. I just don’t know what else to say...”

“It’s fine—and to be perfectly honest with you? I should had known better.” Spitfire placed the mug of coffee down on the floor in front of the couch before settling back into the plush pillows. “I mean we were both pretty drunk by the end of it, but I didn't expect you would completely go amnesiac on me the very next day. I should had rejected you the very moment you kissed me in the hallway, but I… didn't… I… I couldn't help myself. I apologize.”

I kissed Spitfire...

Twilight glanced up to the mare’s lips.

On the lips…

Why is that the most embarrassing thing I can think of right now, even though we did far worse to each other?

Twilight finished her coffee and balanced the empty mug on the arm of the couch as she turned to fully face Spitfire, smiling the best she could towards the mare. “There is nothing to apologize for. Aside from forcing myself on you and feeling quite sorry for myself considering how much my head is pounding right about now, I should be the one apologizing to you for putting you through all of this. I feel like I’ve somehow betrayed you.”

Spitfire forced out a chuckle, placing her hooves behind her head while giving Twilight Sparkle a sly glance out of the corner of her eyes. “Don’t feel like that, Princess. It was a… it was a mistake. Besides, somepony had to clean up the puke from out of my sink...” Spitfire teased.

This can’t get any worse!

Twilight Sparkle’s eyes widened, a hoof rising to her lips in shock. “I-I didn’t—”

That would explain why my mouth tastes and feels so horrible.

“Oh, you did, Princess. What did you think I meant by cleaning up after our mess, earlier? You blocked the sink. It’s no surprise really; like I said, you did drink an obscene amount of whiskey. You must had done it at some point when I was sleeping because I certainly don’t remember anything like that after I crashed out next to you.”

Twilight looked agast, stammering. “I-I am really—I-I can’t possible apologize—I-I’m so terribly—”

“Nah,” Spitfire shrugged nonchalantly as she interjected, “don’t worry about it, I've done much worse.” She would not go into that line of thought any time soon. The amount of times she and the Wonderbolts had gone out on all night parties was exceedingly deep in the triple figures at this point in her life. She remembered one time waking up in her bath with some other pony’s lingerie on her head. “Don’t fret yourself over anything, Princess. No harm done. It was easy to clean up.”

Twilight dropped her gaze onto her hooves that were settled in her lap, unsure on how to absorb it all. “If there is any way I can repay you, please, don’t hesitate to ask, Spitfire. I feel simply awful.”

“Seriously, don’t worry about it. Let’s just… let’s just forget this ever happened.” Spitfire sighed as she stood up from the couch, stretching her legs and wings with a yawn. “Well, we best get you to Rainbow Dash. She could really use your support right about now.”

Twilight stood up as well, though far more timidly than what Spitfire had done. After all, there was not an inch of her that did not scream out in agony. “Is she okay?” She regarded the front door with concern, immediately feeling the need to be at her friend’s side despite her own circumstance. “What do you mean by support? Did something bad happen to her?”

“She’s not in any immediate danger or anything,” Spitfire smiled awkwardly to Twilight, pointing just over her shoulder in a particular direction, “she’s a couple of doors down with Soarin having one of the biggest panic attacks I have ever seen in my life. Soarin isn’t doing that well either, he’s practically got his head down the toilet.”

Confused, Twilight looked in the direction of where Spitfire pointed. “What do you mean?”

Spitfire tried to chuckle, but it came out a touch more sardonic than she had intended. “I went around earlier to check up on Soarin and to remind him we got practice later today with the cadets… however, I sort of discovered we weren’t the only two that had a little drunk-sex last night.”

Twilight lifted a hoof up towards her mouth again, once more stunned by this new revelation, though far more terrified by the knowledge she possessed. “Did they use protection? I think Rainbow Dash mentioned she was in her cycle the other day.”

Spitfire approached the front door, opening it up with a hoof before she looked back at Twilight Sparkle with a wince. “I think that’s the reason why Rainbow Dash has been breathing into a paper bag for the last two hours.”

On second thought, Twilight Sparkle thought as she gawked at Spitfire, sleeping with Spitfire seems more like a blessing all of a sudden.

Author's Note

Sorry for the wait, people.

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