"Damn, you two got fast."

"Well, I kind of wanna impress the Wonderbolts." Said the left guard.

"You all do, now did you two hear about Manehattan?"

Eli explained all the stuff he had to do, and the guards were very impressed. The conversation lasted just long enough for them to land in front of Spitfire's house.

"Wow, you live here?" Asked the right guard.

"Yup, later I think I can arrange a meet up if you want."

The left guard replied, "Thank you sir, we'd love that."

Eli stepped out and ended with, "Call me Eli, sir is just too formal." They nodded and flew off, Eli opened the door.

He didn't see Spitfire anywhere, he checked his watch and saw that he had thirty minutes, just like he anticipated. He checked the whole downstairs, but nothing.

So he went upstairs to see Spitfire's door closed with the light on, "She must be getting ready, better not bother her." He thought out loud. He entered his room and turned on the light, he looked around and saw nobody, so he closed the door and took off his clothes.

He was looking in the mirror and said, "Damn, I look good." He laid the trash bag on the bed frame and took out the suit, it was a nice solid black suit with a white undershirt, there were also pants, same style, but sadly there weren't shoes. "Well fuck."

He put the pants on, got his suit on, and saw a yellow tie, "How'd she know it was Spitfire?" He shrugged and tied it on, he didn't want to walk with his fighting boots, but in this case, he had no choice.

He strapped them on then tied the laces. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled, "I truly look dashing." He looked at his pocket and saw some kind of clip, he looked in it and found a note.

"If you sport Spitfire's feather, it'll be a sign you want something more intimate. If not, no worries, it'll just go at a slower pace. Thought you should know.

Rarity." He shrugged and said out loud.

"I think I'm ready for intimate, I hope." He placed the stem of the feather in the tiny hole, he let the feather go and it just stood there, "How does that work?" He looked closer at it and saw it was just a small clip, it tightened around the feather, "Well, not everything's magic."

He walked out of his room and saw that Spitfire's door was still closed with the light on, he checked his watch and saw that he had five minutes. So he decided to knock on the door.

"Hey Spitfire, you in there?"

He heard her reply, "Ya, I'll be out in a minute."

"No rush, just wanted to make sure and not to assume." Eli walked away from the door and got down the stairs, he sat on the couch and pulled out his sack of bits, he thought, "How do these ponies hold all this money? This shit's heavy as hell."

He heard Spitfire's door open and close, he stood up and faced the stairs, he saw Spitfire come down.

Yes I got lazy, deal with it.

She looked at Eli with her deep orange eyes, but they fixated on his pocket, her eyes widened for a minute before going back to normal. Eli couldn't speak, true he was a bit of a weirdo on Earth, but this was different, he said.

"Wow... you look beautiful." She blushed.

"Thank you, you look very handsome as well, shall we go?"

"After you ma'lady."

"Aw stop, that's just a bit too formal." Spitfire flew up to about eye level with Eli and they exited the house.

It was just turning dusk, the clouds under them looked golden, they walked in almost complete silence, but Spitfire at times got really close to Eli, which made him both nervous, and happy.

They were in front of a very exclusive restaurant, it was two stories tall, the outside was built like a roman building, but it had bright red bricks with multiple windows, "Damn, you ponies know how to build awesome things."

"I guess so, it just takes so long to build."

"Preaching to the choir sister, I come from Texas, there it takes years to fix a road." She giggled and they went right in.
(It's true, they're so fucking slow!!!!)

The entry was nice and decently large, there were red booths on the side for ponies to wait for their tables. Inside was big, the wood was a nice mosaic pattern with wood walls, and a cloud ceiling, to the front was a large sitting area, and to the left was a decently large stage.

There were a couple ponies playing, there were many ponies close to the stage, basking in the nice soft latin music. Eli came back to reality when Spitfire bumped his arm. A mare flew over, she was wearing a nice sleek dress, with flowing brown mane and tail. She asked.

"Do you have a reservation?"

"We do, under Spitfire." She checked a small note pad on the counter.

"Ah, I have you right here, please follow me." They followed her across the room and to a flight of stairs, they were on the second floor, it was a strange mix of glass, and cloud for the floor, same deal with the walls and the ceiling.

There were a few tables around, but one had a sign with the name Spitfire on it.

They walked to the table, Eli tried to get Spitfire's chair, but she grabbed one and sat it next to Eli, he asked, "What?"

"Well, I wanna sit next to you, that's it."

"In that case, sweet!" He sat down, she followed suit and sat down in the pulled up chair, the waitress took out a notepad and asked.

"Can I get you two started with drinks?"

Spitfire said, "I'll take a margarita."

"I'll take a margarita as well, it sounds wonderful."

"Alright, they'll be coming right up." She flew off, there was a menu on the table, Eli opened up the menu and set it between the two, Eli asked.

"So why isn't there anyone else up here?"

"Because you have to know a pony who knows a pony to sit here."

"And who's your pony?"

"I'm captain of the Wonderbolts, I think I made the cut." He chuckled and continued looking at the menu.

The waitress came back with the drinks, she held the tray with her hoof, she set each drink in front of them and asked, "So, have you two decided on what to get?"

"I think we do, Spitfire?"

"I would like the eggplant parmesan."

The waitress jotted it down, "And for you sir?"

"I would like the lo mane, with fried rice."

"Good choice, I love the lo mane, I'll get those right out." She flew away and Spitfire turned towards Eli.

Spitfire didn't say anything, but instead she leaned in close to Eli, he pretended to stretch out and he moved his left arm over her, he used it and scratched her cheek, she gave a quiet coo. Eli had to ask.

"Do all mares act this way to someone they're on a date with?"

"Nope, I just wanted to, does that bother you?"

"Oh god no, I love it, it's just that women on my planet never acted like that, unless they're very drunk, and alone at a very trusted lover's place."

She looked at him surprised, "Really? Most ponies like to be close with their lovers, you humans seem weird."

"Ya, I'll agree to that, but you're still on a date with one." She shifted her body over his left leg, each of her legs were going off of his, and on the base was... You know.

She just kept snuggling, and he loved it more and more, "It's been too long since I've had anyone, or anypony I guess, wanting to be like this with me."

"I guess eight months will do that."

"Oh it's been more than that, I've only been with one girl, and she just wanted my answers for tests, one time we did it, and I had to stay with her for a horrible fucking year. She was the biggest bitch, I was so happy when I put a bullet into her zombie corpse."

Spitfire thought for a moment before speaking, "Well, that's disturbing that you felt that way, but it's comforting to know I don't have to worry about her."

"Oh she used to abuse me, to the point I had to hideout at my parent's house with a restraining order. I had no feelings for her shortly after that. No, I can already see that you'd never abuse me, nor would I you."

"Well, maybe I wouldn't mind in the bedroom." Before Eli could reply the waitress said.

"Ahem, sorry to disturb, but your food is ready."

"Right, sorry." Said Eli, she set each dish in front of them and replied.

"No need, I don't care, I'm not the one on a date." She flew away and down the stairs. And with that they dug in, there wasn't any conversation, but a little giggling, and about two more rounds of margaritas for each of them.

When they were finished they were nice and full, and with a decent buzz. Eli got the bill and gave a nice tip for the waitress.

Spitfire was looking over the edge at the band, they were still playing. "Wow, they really know how to keep at it."

Eli stood up, "You know what, I wanna dance with you, it's a good song, you're a beautiful mare, and I just want to."

"But there's no dance floor."

"Who cares." He wrapped his left arm around her barrel, she was flapping her wings to stay up, but he didn't worry, he grabbed her left hoof with his right hand and asked, "Shall we?"

She blushed, "I'd love to." And they did just a standard ballroom dance, he scooted in a square like pattern to slow music with Spitfire. He would open his eyes and see her with her head over his shoulder, in pure bliss. He thought.

"This's a stupid idea, she won't like it, but what the hell? I only live once, and probably not long." At the end of the song he bowed down, keeping her with him, they were in a very... Comfortable position, she was blushing very hard, he was a bit worried until she said.

"That was nice." He smiled and got off of her, she straightened up and they headed out.

The sun was set and the moon shown out in the sky with pure beauty, Eli loved the night, just so peaceful, tranquil, perfect for his night.

When they got back to the house Spitfire unlocked the door and they entered, Eli turned on the light and they proceeded up the stairs. They stopped in front of Spitfire's door, Eli held both of her hoofs, he said.

"I had an amazing night Spitfire, best I've had in a long time, thank you for allowing me to feel comfortable, and I was wondering if you would like to go out aga-" He was cut off by her pressing her lips against his, before he could act she pulled away.

She turned around blushing like a tomato, embarrassed, but Eli gently grabbed her front hoof, she turned back only for Eli to press his lips with hers, then they got into it, he wrapped his left arm around her barrel, and his right one on her head.

She was doing the same thing to him, Eli kicked the door open and proceeded in.

Author's Note

Anyway, if you all really like his and want the explicit, maybe I will, but I'm not sure if I want clop to be associated with my stories, I'm wanting to make stories, not porn, so maybe, let me know if it would be a good idea in the comments below. Thank you all for reading and hope you enjoyed, peace!