Spitfire: Just a Normal Date

Chapters

The Clover
Stay With Me
Worlds Apart
What's the Plan?
Look to the Dawn
Got to Hurry

The Clover

So far so good. It’d been over a year since Spitfire took some leave away from Cloudsdale, away from the Wonderbolts. They weren’t actively training new cadets, and they weren’t doing any shows for another month, so she decided it was time to get away from it all for a little while, and have some down time. Ponyville seemed like the ideal choice. Not as many ponies would recognize her as Captain of the Wonderbolts, and she wouldn’t have to deal with over anxious fans. All jobs had their stressors, and everyone had their capacity for stress. Spitfire didn’t really get to her stress peak, but at the same time, she wasn’t exactly calm and collected either. As soon as she could, she took a train to Ponyville. Of course, the bright yellow pegasus could fly there, but she was going under the radar, as it were.

Her orange and amber hair was down, instead of its usual up, fire-like position. She didn’t even bother packing her Wonderbolt uniform, and she made sure she didn’t look anyone in the eye. If she could help it, she didn’t really talk to many ponies either. She simply trotted along on her hoofs, and decided what she wanted to do that day. At first, the thought of a vacation was a fun notion. However, when put to practice, she found herself getting bored really fast. Spitfire saw that new movie that had just come out, the one with the cornfield and the scarecrow pony terrorizing colts and fillies with glowing eyes. It was okay, not something she’d watch again.

Then there came the all popular eating out. Eating out by herself. Fun stuff. She sighed as she walked out of the restaurant. She left a good tip, but didn’t really love the service. It was all so mundane.

Then, from across the street, there came a gasp, a long one. A young, blue colt had his hoof in his mouth, his eyes were wide open as he gazed at Spitfire. Her eyes widened, and her lips pursed as she looked at him.

“You’re-!” Before he could finish his sentence, the pegasus pony zipped over to him and put a hoof over his mouth.

“Don’t. Say. Anything.” She sighed, and looked around, seeing that the other ponies weren’t looking their way. They simply crossed the street on that late afternoon as the sun began its descent into the horizon. Thankfully, she got to him in time. “If I sign something for you, do you promise not to say a thing, at least for another couple of days?” She whispered close to him.

He nodded his head vigorously, his blond mane getting ragged as he did. His face just kept smiling as she removed her hoof from his mouth. As fortune would have it, he pulled his Wonderbolt card collection from his saddlebag, and held it up to her. With his mouth, he opened the binder, and she actually was a little impressed by the number of foil Wonderbolt cards he had. He even had a first edition Rainbow Dash foil. She didn’t keep up much with card prices, but she knew that one would go for at least three hundred bits.

She grabbed a sharpie marker from his bag and signed her name on her foil card, the one that depicted her doing a swan dive in the sky, her goggles on in her blue uniform. The colt said that his name was Shine Cascade, and she made it out to him.

“Remember, not a word.” She handed him back the pen, and then trotted away. Spitfire just knew that she made that colt’s day, and while that kind of helped her mood, she still was at a loss for things to do. It sucked that she got caught, but by the same token, at least she had a little bit of excitement in her day. He promised not to say a word, but she already knew that he was going to be telling his other Wonderbolt fans about it right away. Probably sell the card for triple its asking price.

She sighed, dipping her head down a bit. Maybe this whole vacation thing was just a big mistake. Maybe she’d run into Rainbow Dash or something and she could at least be company for her.

That’s when she started to smell a very sweet, rich aroma in the air. She lifted her head and started to sniff the air. She must have been by a bakery, because it smelled amazing! She really could have gone for a brownie, or whatever it was that made the air like a chocolate heaven.

Spitfire gazed at the store at the end of the street, the one with the hanging sign that was nothing more than a Chocolate Chips’ Cookies. She didn’t have dessert at the restaurant, and figured she was on vacation, so why not? The pegasus picked up her pace a bit and trotted over to the bakery, and opened the batwing doors. The place was pretty old fashioned as bakeries went. There were chocolate chip cookies lined up under the counter in a display case, and cupcakes in another. There were three tables with two chairs in each up against the opposite wall, and the floor was tiled in red and white checkers. As she walked through the doors, she looked over to see the fan that was blowing out toward the door leading into the sidewalk.

Smiling, she figured it was a lame trick, but it worked on her. She walked up to the display case and looked at all of the choices. The place smelled so good, it honestly didn’t matter what she got, just so long as she tried something. That, and she hoped they had milk here.

“Hello?” She called out into the store.

There was a little thud, followed by a groan, like someone hit their head. “Welcome! I’ll be right there!” A stallion said as he walked into the store front, carrying a cookie sheet full of chocolate chip cookies. He was a brown furred Earth pony, and his mane and tail were both a darker, richer brown than his fur, which was more tan. On his flank, of course, there was a chocolate chip cookie, much like the ones he carried in one hoof, while trotting with the other three.

“Welcome, welcome. You’re just in time to get a hot one, fresh from the oven!” He said as he put one of the cookies on a little plate and slid it across the counter to her.

She stopped the plate with her hoof and smiled at him.

“Thanks.” She picked it up with her hoof, and noted that it was hot, but was not too hot. She took a big bite out of it, and the chocolate melted in her mouth immediately. She couldn’t ask for such satisfaction for a craving such as that. The only thing that could possibly make this moment any better was a big tall glass--

He filled up a glass of milk from a tap on the other side of the counter, and placed it down in front of her.

“There, now, what can I do for you?” He asked, and started putting the cookies from the sheet into a box, filling up an order.

The words “marry me” almost came out of her muzzle as a joke, but a lot of guys wouldn’t find that funny.

“Oh, I think I could handle another couple of these.” She took the milk from the counter and took two gulps, sighing in absolute ecstasy. The satiation was in full effect, and the endorphins in her brain suddenly forgot all about her boredom, and discontent with a certain anxious fan. “As well as one of the white chocolate cookies. Those look good too.”

“Of course, I’ve been having cravings for those myself.” He smiled at her and started putting her cookies on the same plate. “Will there be anything-”

“Chocolate Chip! CHIP!” Both of them turned toward the door as someone was trotting fast toward the bakery. “The Wonderbolts!”

Spitfire’s self defense mechanism in her psyche did a backflip into alert mode.

“The Wonderbolts!” A young male unicorn pushed the batwing doors open and looked inside at the baker. “Dude! Blue said that he saw Spitfire, the Captain of the Wonderbolts in Ponyville!”

There was a long moment of silence between the two of them. Chocolate Chip looked at the plate of cookies on his counter, and saw that Spitfire was gone. That’s when he looked to see that the yellow pegasus was hiding behind his counter all the sudden. She looked up at him with her bright orange eyes, and gave him a nervous smile. He blinked twice and then looked back at the unicorn.

“Well, that’s great, Gold. Was there something you wanted me to do about that?” Chip asked, obviously being sarcastic.

“Come on, man! You gotta help us find her! He got his third edition foil signed by her, it’ll be worth hundreds of bits!”

“Yeah, I’ll just close up shop and go on a wild goose chase with my old pals.” Sarcasm dripped from every one of his words. “Look, Golden Globe, I have a business to run, and tonight I have three more orders to fill before I close up. So, yeah, gonna have to take a rain check on that. Now go, you’re scaring my customer!”

“Oh, sorry bro.” The gold colored unicorn trotted off, letting the batwing doors swing closed.

“Oh, dear Celestia, I’m so sorry he startled you.” He said and trotted up next to her. “I don’t know why those guys obsess over the Wonderbolts so much. Their sky shows are cool, but really, celebrity culture is so overrated.”

“No I--” She thought for a moment. Then she looked at him. He really didn’t know? “I mean, yeah! Yeah I had a big start.” She patted her hoof against her chest and took a deep breath. “I almost choked on a cookie.”

“Yeah, I won’t charge you--” That was when she laid ten bits on the table. He looked at them and then looked at her. “You know they’re two bits each, right?”

“I always tip for good service.” She smiled at him. For a moment, their muzzles were very close together. She trotted past him and walked around the counter to the other side. She went back to the plate and kept eating. “I gotta tell you, these cookies are top notch. I don’t see how you stay so thin working around them so much.”

“Oh, I’m not a huge fan of eating cookies. I just enjoy making them, and I guess I’m pretty good at it.” He said as he pulled a piece of tape off from his work desk and sealed a box.

“You guess? Can’t say I’ve had cookies like these. I gotta tell ya, this has to be the most fun I’ve had since I came to Ponyville.” She finished the last of the cookies on her plate, and gulped down the last of the milk in her glass. Spitfire wiped the milk mustache from her muzzle.

“Oh yeah? Where are you from? I mean, I could guess Cloudsdale.” He chuckled along with her.

“Well, you’d be guessing right. I’m just here on vacation. Work got a little hectic, and I figured I could use a little R&R.” Then she realized what she said, hoping he didn’t take that as a purely military term.

“Oh, believe me, I know how stressful work can get.” He said as he started making another batch of dough. “I know a few good places in Ponyville, if you were looking for a cheap place for a few laughs. I could tell you about a bunch of good places to rest your hooves.”

“Well, I wouldn’t worry too much about the cheap places. I was looking to embellish myself a little.” She said this, but truth be told being a Wonderbolt was a pretty good paying job in the lower ranks alone. Being the Captain, she wasn’t exactly strung up for bits, as it were. “But instead of telling me about them, how about you show them to me. When do you close up shop?”

His eyes widened a little, and he looked back at her. “Well, I mean, I close up around nine, but I don’t usually head home until ten. I guess, if you didn’t mind waiting, I could meet you somewhere?”

“Sure thing! Preferably a place without too many ponies. I’m looking to get away from the crowds, if you know what I mean.” She smiled at him, and he smiled back. He couldn’t help but have his heart thump a few beats in his chest. Was he flirting? He didn’t even notice if he was flirting, but he was pretty sure she was.

“So ummm, my name’s Chocolate Chip, if the bakery sign didn’t give it away already.”

That was when her eyes widened, and her eyes flicked from left to right. She hadn’t even thought of a name for herself yet. She couldn’t go around giving her name out to everypony she met. That was just asking for a mob of fans ripping her mane apart to get a lock of hair.

“Oh, yeah, haha, sorry, I got caught up and lost my manners.” She looked over to the lantern in the corner of the shop. Fire… fire… fire… “Flicker Flame! Yeah, my name’s Flicker Flame.” It was a good enough name as any, she supposed.

“Nice to meet you.” He smiled. “So, we could meet at the park. Not many ponies there in the later hours.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you there, Chip.” She turned and walked out of the shop, leaving him with stars in his eyes, and a new determination to get all of his work done before the shop closed.

They met in the park as they planned. It was very dark at this point, and the night had a very nice breeze. Fall was just beginning. Spitfire was loving the small town charm at this point. She couldn’t get these kinds of nights in Cloudsdale, there were just so many pegasi worrying about the weather. There didn’t seem to be any time to just sit back and enjoy it like it was.

“So are you from Ponyville?” She asked as they trotted the beaten path.

“I was born and grew up in Trottingham actually. My parents moved over here for a new life when I was about 8. I opened up my store a little over a year after I graduated. Most of my colthood friends are from here, I figure I would move if I ever decided it was time. So far I’m still here.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I’ve never had a reason to leave Cloudsdale. My job is kind of--” She looked at him, her eyes widened a little. “Important. I’m a flight instructor.” In her mind, she complimented herself on a good recovery.

“That’s a cool job.” He said with an honest tone. “It must be pretty rewarding.” He imagined her with all of the pegasus foals, she grunted and nodded. “Are you pretty fast?”

“I’m a decent speed. I mean, I don’t like to brag.” She chuckled a little.

They came to a bridge overlooking the creek. The water was in a good flow as they had a good bit of rainfall the week before. The two of them leaned their front hooves up on the rail of the small bridge and looked out at the night sky which had no clouds, just a crescent moon, and a whole lot of stars.

“You’re so lucky.” Chip turned to look at her for a moment.

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“You get to fly up into that beautiful sky and see it above the clouds anytime you want.”

“Well, I was kind of born in the clouds, so the novelty wears off after a while. I can see where you’d find it awesome, though. Flight is a really wonderful gift if you know how to use it.” Spitfire picked up a pebble from the edge of the bridge and skipped it across the creek.

“Yeah, wonderful.” Chip leaned his cheek into his hoof as he leaned against the railing, and before she looked over at him, he turned back to the creek. “So, umm, I was thinking I could show you the town square tomorrow. I mean, there’s not that many ponies there in the morning, and we could check out a bookstore I like to frequent. And, we could go to the Day Spa.”

“Day spa? That sounds awesome. I could go for a steam and a hooficure.” She was surprised that she hadn’t thought of the day spa yet. She’d heard that they had a good one in Ponyville, she just never found the time.

“Yeah, I haven’t gone in a long time, so no time like the present.”

“You’re the first stallion I’ve met that openly admits he likes spa treatment.” Spitfire grinned over at him, causing him to chuckle.

“Yeah well, society is dumb sometimes. There’s no shame in wanting to be pampered every once in a while. I actually got pretty good at massaging. I thought about getting a license to be a masseur but I never ended up doing it.”

“No kidding?” She thought for a moment, then nodded. “Interesting.” She motioned her head for him to follow her, and they got down from the rail. They walked to an open field with a little bit of tall grass, and a tree in the middle of it.

“So have you ever crashed from flying?” He asked, and then his eyes widened at her reaction.

She burst out laughing. All of a sudden, so many flashbacks of her running into trees, running into seagulls, getting her wing caught on a laundry line, and just straight up plowing her head into a beehive came flooding back to her.

“You can take that as a yes.” She let out another string of laughs as she walked over to the tree and sat down at the base. She shuffled her wings a little and patted her hoof on the ground next to her. He joined her, and there was the moon in the night sky again.

“You know, living in Ponyville doesn’t seem all that bad.” Spitfire said.

“It’s alright. Living in Cloudsdale seems nicer by comparison. I guess it’s the stipulation that the grass is always greener. I don’t know if that goes for clouds though.” They had a little chuckle.

Then they both paused as they saw a tiny light come into view. They gazed at it as it dimmed, they came again, flying near them this time. Chip almost said something, but then another one came about. In just a moment’s time, there came more fireflies. The lightning bugs surrounded them and they marvelled at their beauty. One landed near Chocolate Chip and he saw where it sat.

He noticed that among the shamrocks, the lightning bug had perched atop a four leaf clover. Chip’s eyes widened as he carefully reached under the clover and picked it up from the ground with his hoof. He held it up to his face and watched as the firefly was joined by another, and the two of them illuminated their thorax. They floated away from the clover, and Chip turned to the yellow pegasus.
“Hey, Flicker?” His tone was just above a whisper.

“Hmmmm?” She turned to him and was taken aback a little as he put the clover in her hair, next to her right ear. She blinked at him and tilted her head, blushing. “How do I look?”

“Oh, well, you look beautiful either way.~”

There came a stillness between them. Her eyes widened as she gazed at him in the tiny little sparkles, what dim light they gave. Her cheeks began to flush deeply, and her heart fluttered. That was when he realized what he said, or rather the weight of what he said.

His first instinct was to clarify his statement but a little voice told him to roll with it. As her face began to near his, he closed the gap. Her lips met his, and for one fleeting moment their hearts raced as their kiss took form.

They moved in closer to one another, and his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Her chest pressed to him and their kissed deepen. Spitfire’s eyes came half way opened before they shut. They lived in that moment for as long as they could before they finally broke the kiss. Her breaths were as labored as his.

His cheek pressed to hers, and he was overjoyed as she returned the amorous contact. They could hear each other’s heart beats. Their warmth was comfortable, and they suddenly wished it would last forever.

“So… Ummm.” Chocolate Chip spoke at length.

“Hmmm?” She opened her eyes a little, still enjoying the high she had attained.

“Is this a date?” He asked, drawing a chuckle from her. She thought for just a moment, and looked at him.

“Sure.”

After a while, the two of them were starting to get rather tired. Especially Chip, having just gotten off work. He walked her to her hotel, and they stood outside the front door for a moment.

“Hey, I really enjoyed tonight.” She said and got close to him face to face. Her cheek touched his and they cuddled for a moment. “And I’m not just saying that either. Are you free tomorrow?”

“I should be, I could have my sister watch after the shop tomorrow, she owes me a favor.” He pushed his cheek to hers and they stayed like that for a moment before she finally headed for the door.

“See you then.” Spitfire smiled, and he waved his hoof at her as she went into the hotel building.

As she got to her room, and closed the door, she leaned back against the door and slid down it to a sitting position. Her heart was racing, and her face was ever so hot. What was she doing? Never in her life had she done anything like this with a pony she barely knew. Maybe there was something about this pony?

Spitfire decided she’d get an early start on the day before her date with Chocolate Chip. She’d already had breakfast, and decided that just waiting around would get really boring. Maybe she’d check out Rarity’s shop while she was in Ponyville. She didn’t know Rarity all that well, but Rainbow Dash kept saying how posh and proper she was all the time, but also how kind and benevolent she was at the same time. What drew Spitfire’s attention to her was her beautiful dresses. After that, perhaps a little exercise was in order. By then it should be about time for her to meet up with-- Oh crap!!!

As she walked down the street of Ponyville, she couldn’t help but notice that six ponies were trotting around the shops dressed in cosplays of Wonderbolts. She knew super fans when she saw them, and these ponies had some serious money poured into their costumes. She may be able to hide from the normal pony with her hair down, but when it came to these types, she was as transparent as a window.

She quickly ducked behind some random pony’s house as they started to near her. Thankfully, they didn’t see her, or at least it didn’t look like they saw her. If she took off flying, they were sure to see her. She needed to think of something fast or she was going to start getting stalked by super fans.

“Hey Spitfire.” She was startled pretty hard as she heard a voice right next to her. She turned and her eyes locked onto Rainbow Dash!

“Dash, dear sweet Celestia, I’m so happy to see you!” Spitfire said as they shared a friendly embrace. “I need your help. I’m on vacation, going incognito, and we have six code yellows just down the street.”

“Yeah, I heard you were in town, so far the whole undercover thing doesn’t seem to be working for you.” The blue, rainbow haired pony gave a chuckle. “So I take it you need some help?”

“Yes, Dash, you do this for me and I will owe you big time!” Spitfire was just about ready to get down on her knees and beg her for help.

“Wow, normally you’re pretty good about dealing with fans yourself. What’s so different this time?”

“There’s some complications this time, Dash. I wish I could go into detail, but right now they’re heading here and my cover’s about to be blown again.” She said, looking around the corner, to see that they were actually closer than she expected. She got back up against the corner wall.

“Say no more!” Dash said, saluting Spitfire as she zipped into a ground-level flight right out into the street, making the cosplaying fans spin around at the sheer velocity of her trajectory.

“Whoa!” The entire group gazed at Rainbow Dash, with her beautiful cloud rainbow lightning cutie mark in full view. She struck a pose in front of them and caught their full attention. While they were facing out toward the street, Spitfire very quietly made her escape. Not that she needed to be all that quiet. Within seconds, they were pulling out their comic books, collector cards, and extra t-shirts for Rainbow Dash to sign. Before she left, she gave a grateful nod to her fellow Wonderbolt, and Dash happily returned it without drawing attention to her.

For now, Spitfire was safe. With Dash satiating their fandoms, she figured she wouldn’t have to worry too much about the fandom for the time being. She followed through the remainder of her time like she wanted to. She went shopping, even worked out at the gym for a little while. She took a quick shower and made it to the day spa a little earlier than she had anticipated.

To her surprise, he was already at the Day Spa when she arrived. He stood in front of the door, though it didn’t seem like he’d been there long. He gave her a little wave, and she returned it.

“Hey, fancy running into you here.” She jested and they went up to one another, embracing with one hoof.

“You ready to be pampered a bit?” He asked, and she smiled.

“Since you’re going to be doing part of it, yeah.” She said, and winked.

“Wait… what?” Chip’s eyebrow raised.

“Yeah! You said you were good massaging with your hooves, now it’s time to put your money where your muzzle is.” Spitfire got up to him face to face. “Come on in.”

She walked in with him, and all the sudden it sounded like this date was going to get a lot more interesting.

Stay With Me

The steam room was really hot today. As the two of them trotted in, they felt the gigantic wave of heat pass over both of them. Spitfire wasn’t too bad with it, but it took some getting use to for Chocolate Chip. The brown earth pony sat on the bench along side her, and sweat very quickly began to gleam on his forehead, and run down his cheeks. After a moment, it was quite clear that he wasn’t getting very comfortable very fast, so the yellow pegasus mare turned to him and held her hoof out to him. He looked at her, and smiled nervously, trying his best not to show his immense disdain from the heat in the room.

Chip held out his hoof to her and she started to look at it. The light in the room was very dim, but she didn’t really mind. She honestly didn’t know any hoof reading, but it was fun to pretend.

“Alright, so, you have a fairly long life line. Your fortune line is pretty good too. You’re going to get married once, and you’re going to have two foals.” She said as she squinted a little bit. “It also says you’re very sweet, and a kind, gentle pony.”

“You can read all of that just from my hoof?” He looked down at his hoof and raised an eyebrow.

“Hm, maybe, I dunno, I’m just kinda messing around. But it does say you’re going to be very successful in your endeavors. Whatever they may be.” She looked up at him and smiled.

“How successful do you think?” He asked and put on his charming smile.

“Well, that all depends on you, now, doesn’t it?” She winked at him and they met in another kiss.

“Alright, now let’s go get our hooves done.” He said, and she nodded. The two of them got up from the bench and went outside. There was Lotus Blossom and Aloe standing outside to help them with towels to dry off the sweat.

“Now zat you have all the sweat, you must take baths! Get all that sweat off, and zen we massage.” Lotus Blossom said as the two similar looking mares wrapped them in towels and began leading them down the hall.

“So, ummm, are you sure you want me to massage you, Flicker? I mean, I’m pretty decent at it, but these two ponies are actual professionals.”

“I think I know what I want in this case. Do you think you can handle it? I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She said as they opened the door to the shower room. They offered them anything they need as long as they asked for it, and closed the door.

The two of them dropped their towels and dipped into the ready made tub in the middle of the room. The water was very warm, and after just a moment, they slouched into the tub and got comfortable. Spitfire dipped her head into the tub to get her hair wet, making her orange hair into more of a red shade as it got darker.

“So, I was thinking about dinner after we get done with the Spa, but I do need to go to the shop and let my sister off before we close.”

“Funny, I was just thinking dinner would be a great idea.” She leaned back to the edge of the tub and let the water come up to her neck.

“Any place in particular you want to go?” He asked and did the same, leaning his head back so that his brown mane could get some water as well.

“I dunno, you’re the Ponyville expert. I mean, you’re not originally from here, but you’ve been here more than me by far. Last time I was here was when they did the Tornado Waterspout, that was awhile ago.” She thought for a moment, and she realized that she hadn’t been to Ponyville much at all. She’d scarcely even seen it, especially for a place that one of their best members resides. She shrugged and then started to float over next to him and perch down beside him in the water. “So what do you think?”

“Oh, ummm I’d have to think about that for a minute.” Chip said, and for some reason his English accent came out a bit more in that sentence than usual. Could he be getting nervous because they’re in a big bathtub together? For some reason this intrigued her and she started to think that maybe she could have just a little more fun with him.

“Let’s save that for later. Right now I want you to start thinking about what you’re gonna do to me on that massage table.” Her eyes became half open, suggestive, and seductive. Spitfire got close to him and began to stroke his mane with her hoof. The cutest blushing color came to Chip’s cheeks as he looked at her.

She smiled and wrapped herself around his torso, trapping his arms.

“Ha, now I’ve got you. What are you gonna do--” She was interrupted as he pressed his lips against her. She let out a small moan and closed her eyes. Their lips locked tight into one another’s, and it did the trick. He freed his arms and pressed his hoof up close to her cheek, running down her jaw. To her surprise, his tongue slipped into her mouth, and her heart made that flutter she loved so much. Her eyes went googly for a moment before closing once again. Their tongues rubbed against one another, and they were intertwined in their bodies.

His hooves rubs up and down her back, tracing over the tops of her wings, and she moaned inside his mouth once again. As their kiss broke, he cuddled up to her neck, and she pressed her cheek against his. The smile on her face didn’t seem like it would ever leave. He began kissing up her neck, over her jaw, and onto her lips once again. Chip rested his muzzle against hers, and they leaned their heads onto one another’s, gazing deep into each other’s eyes.

“Flicker, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, you’re from Cloudsdale, and you’re not going to stay here for too much longer.” Chip asked, obviously he was hesitant in his words, choosing them carefully. The thought obviously meant a great deal to him.

That’s when it occurred to her that he was still calling her Flicker Flame.

“Oh, yeah well you should probably know--”

“Alright! We hope you two are ready for the next portion of your spa treatment! Come with us!” The two spa ponies suddenly came in, and waited for them to get out of the tub. They gave them towels to dry off with, and Spitfire wrapped one around her hair.

“So, what were you going to say?” He asked, and she giggled.

“It’ll wait until later. Come on, I want to see what you can do.” They went farther down the hall to the next room, which had a massage table in the middle of it, as well as a very large, muscular pegasus. Bulk Biceps stood in the room, a big smile on his face. The white pegasus’s massive body surprised Spitfire, and he raised up his hoof to motion for her to get on the bed.

“Oh, ummm, we told the spa ponies that we wouldn’t need a masseur right now. We just need the room.” She smiled tentatively at Bulk who suddenly put a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Oh! My bad! No one told me anything! Please, enjoy your time here and uh… have a nice rest of your day.” Bulk said as he started walking out the room. Then he stopped and looked at Chip. He held up his hoof to him, and he smiled. They high fived and Bulk got to the hallway, closing the door.

It took no time at all for Spitfire to take off her towels and drape them over the counter on the side of the room.

“Now then, Mr. Twinklehooves, let’s see that magical touch you have.” She said, laying down on her face. She noticed how her words could be misconstrued but decided to ignore it.

With little hesitation, Chip began to run his hooves over her back, near her rump. With smooth strokes, he worked them over her, making sure not to rub her fur the wrong way or mess up her coat. She cooed with delight and closed her eyes as he worked. He took his hands off for only a moment to spray a little oil on them, rub them together and continue working.

“Mmmmm, I knew I was right about you.” She said, and enjoyed every moment of relaxation as he continued to work. “You should have gotten your license, but at the same time I’m glad I get your magical hooves all to myself.”

He chuckled a little, sliding all up and down her back, making sure to keep her coat smooth. Then he started to work on her wings. That was when she started to breathe a little harder, and clench her eyes shut.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking at her, but his hooves did not stop moving.

“Yes, don’t stop.” She whispered, and bit her lower lip as his front hooves worked her wings, her feathers, making sure to not remove any of them. She did her very best to not give away too much. She hid her moans as best she could, but a few escaped.

It was beautiful, he was so gentle, yet so firm in his technique. He was rubbing her just the right way, and she almost couldn’t stand how good it felt. That was when he went onto her shoulders, and over her arms for a little while, making sure to keep his hooves nice and oiled, working it into her coat. She breathed a gentle sigh of relief as he moved away from her wings, but there was another small problem that arose through that. However, she had a feeling that it would be taken care of soon after her relaxing time.

“Was that good?” He asked, finally finishing as he reached her hooves.

“Yes, it was amazing.” She stood on all four hoofs on the table, and popped her back with a gentle sigh. “I guess you should get back to your bakery, huh?” The disappointment in her voice was palpable. They knew their time was limited, and it went too quickly. He nodded, but smiled anyway.

“We still have plans for tonight, though, right?” Chip asked as he helped her down from the table.

“Yep! I’ll find a decent restaurant for us, not that the place will matter all that much.” She came close to him as they trotted out of the Day Spa. They met in another little kiss, and she smiled at him. They walked out of the door of the spa, and Spitfire’s eyes widened, with a look of dismay.

“What is it?” He asked, then he looked to see Golden Globe along with three other ponies in Wonderbolt merchandise on. All of them were lined up outside of the spa, as if they were waiting for them to come out. Spitfire recognized one of them as Cascade Blue, the one she signed the card for. “Gold?”

“Don’t Gold me!” He approached Chocolate Chip, and Spitfire. “So, she’s been hiding with you this whole time! I thought we were friends, Chip! How could you take Spitfire all for yourself, and not share with the rest of us!” He snorted steam.

“Spitfire? What are you talking about? This is--” Then he looked over toward her to see that she was facing a little away from him, with her eyes closed. “Flicker?”

“No, Chip, I was meaning to tell you for a while now. I am Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts.”

Chip’s jaw hit the floor and his eyes widened. “But you--” He paused. “I…”

“Yeah, she’s been hiding from us this whole time. We’ve been looking all over for her, and Chip here’s been keeping her all to himself!” Golden said, and a crowd began to draw near of all kinds of ponies. All of them seeing what the excitement was about, and many of them began to grow a little more restless as they saw Spitfire was in their town.

“Whoa! Stop right there, Gold! Whether she’s Spitfire or not, it’s not your concern! Just because she’s in this town doesn’t mean that you can just barge into her and demand things! She might be a celebrity, but she’s also a pony like you and me!”

Gold was a little taken aback by Chip as he stood firm and confronted him with his hooves dug into the ground, a stern look on his face.

“She came here to relax, and get away from it all, and all of you just think you’re entitled to her attention? No! She is not here for your amusement, or entertainment! This is not a Wonderbolt convention, and she is not even in uniform! So why don’t you do us both a favor and back off!”

Spitfire’s eyes widened as he spoke, there came a part of her that felt her heart grow a little bit as she looked at him. Her eyes glistened with tears as she gazed at him. She’d been lying to him this entire time, and his level of understanding was amazing. Spitfire began to feel something she had never felt.

“No wonder she didn’t tell me her real name, look at you! All of you standing out here thinking she owes you something. You ought to feel ashamed! And you!” He pointed his hoof at Cascade, whose eyes widened. “She signed your Wonderbolt Card! Why are you out here looking for handouts? Haven’t you had enough?”

The four of them started to feel a little awkward at this point. There was a slight murmur in the crowd around them, and some of them started to furrow their brow.

“Yeah! The Wonderbolts have done nothing but entertained us for years, Spitfire deserves some time to herself!” A mare said from the crowd.

“You fanboys don’t deserve her! If she can’t have some time away from you, then you should just go ahead and give up being Wonderbolt fanboys all together. You obviously have no respect for them as individuals!” A larger stallion said, his brow furrowed.

“Alright, alright, folks, that’s enough!” A voice shouted from the crowd and all of them started to make way for Rainbow Dash. The rainbow maned pegasus made her way through the ponies, and got to the center of them to see Chocolate Chip. “Hey, you’re that pony that makes those awesome cookies! I remember you. Fancy talking for a cookie baker.” She smiled at him.

“Oh, ummm… thanks.” He blushed a little, turning timid all the sudden.

“And you!” Rainbow Dash pointed to Cascade Blue, who gasped and held up his arms defensively. “Give me that Spitfire card she signed. Because I know she made you promise not to tell anypony she was here if she did you a favor. Now cough it up.” She held up her hoof, and Cascade turned his face down in utter shame. He gave up the card, making sure that it was in a protective single sleeve before he did, and gave it to Rainbow Dash.

“Alright folks, break it up, nothing to see here.” She started to lead both Spitfire and Chocolate Chip away, making sure all of the ponies started to scatter, leaving the over anxious fanboys there to wallow in their own shame.

“Wow, Dash, thanks a lot for the assist.” Spitfire said, and Rainbow Dash chuckled.

“Hey, no problem! It wasn’t me that did the work anyway, it was this guy.” She said, motioning toward Chocolate Chip. He blushed a little, and Spitfire did the same.

“Well I only did--” Chip started to say but then Rainbow Dash bumped him on the shoulder with her hoof.

“Don’t be so modest! You were awesome! The way you stood up to those guys, not backing down. I mean, you did great! Now, I gotta get going. I’m gonna put this card in my collection.” She said, holding up the Spitfire signed card. “I’ll see you guys!”

“Thanks again, Dash!” Spitfire said, and they both waved at her as she jumped and took off like an arrow into the sky. Both of them stopped and watched as the rainbow appeared behind Rainbow Dash as she bolted off.

That was when Spitfire looked away from him again, her face downward.

“Chip, I… I’m sorry.” She said, her eyes tearing up a little.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He put his hoof under her chin and turned her to face him. “I know why you did it, and I’m sorry they were hassling you. I would have stopped them if I knew.” He said, running his hoof under her eye to wipe a tear away. She smiled warmly at him. “I don’t care what your name is, Spitfire or Flicker Flame. I just know that I’m here for you, not the Captain of the Wonderbolts.”

He leaned into her and they kissed. The passion she felt in that moment drove her to put both hoofs on either side of his head and pull him closer. She pressed her lips against his as hard as she could without hurting him, and even pulled him down onto the ground. Her hoofs went on either side of his head as she laid on top of him and they shared such a wonderful act of love.

Even when the kiss ended, she continued to cuddle him, and he wrapped his arms around her. That was when both of them heard a very audible snap. They turned to see that couple of press ponies were taking pictures of them making out beside the strip. Though, they were generally out of the public view, they were still out in public.

“Uh oh…” Spitfire said, then looked down at him. “Ummmm, you don’t mind being in a newspaper do you?”

“Newspaper?!” He looked back at her.

The headlines read, “Wonderbolt Captain Swooping Up New Hearts.” And the picture of them both intertwined in a kiss was all over the front page of the Ponyville Chronicle. The story is very much how it actually happened, surprisingly enough.

“Man, they sure did get this out fast.” Spitfire had bought a copy on her way over to the bakery. It was later that day, and for some reason they were able to make an entire run of this newspaper within hours. It didn’t make any sense, but Spitfire shrugged. It was her own fault all of this happened in the first place, so she really couldn’t be all that mad.

That was, until she got to the bakery and was astounded to see that it was absolutely full to the brim with ponies. Evidently, news traveled fast here in more ways than one. She was surprised to see that Chip had a big smile on his face as he filled out orders. It seemed he had already served most of the people there, a whole lot of cappuccinos and cookies were everywhere of all flavors. Chocolate Chip saw Spitfire outside his window, and motioned for her to come in through the back. She nodded, and started walking around the building.

It didn’t take her long to get to the back, as she knocked on the door, a mare opened the door for her. She had a bright smile on her face, and welcomed Spitfire in.

“You’re Spitfire?! Oh, my dear sweet mare.” To her surprise, the mare embraced her, and hugged her tight. “I’m Cookie Dough, Chip’s sister! I’ve been waiting for so long for a mare to come and get him! Thank you so much!” She kept hugging her, and Spitfire simply patted her back with her hoof.

“Ummm, yeah, nice to meet you.” She said, and Cookie Dough went into the front room lobby.

“Alright, we’re closing, folks! You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here!” Cookie Dough shouted among them, and people began to get up from their chairs.

“Sis, what are you--”

“What do you think I’m doing? Go in there and get your mare her due attention, I’ll close up the shop.” She shooed Chip away and started to close up the register, as well as put the cookies away for tomorrow.

Chip didn’t argue, in fact he figured he would owe his sister after this. He walked to the back room and there was Spitfire, munching on some of his cookie dough that was left over from his baking session. He smiled at her, and she returned it as they trotted to each other. She was dressed in a hot rod red dress, and her hair was finally up in its normal flame-like style that she preferred. Now that the cat was out of the bag, she figured there was no point in keeping it down anymore.

“You look amazing.” He said, causing her to blush. “Just give me a minute, I’ll change, and we can get going.”

“Alright,” but she grabbed his shoulder and turned him into another kiss. “But don’t keep me waiting.” She said, and he nodded, pecking her on the cheek as he went up the stairs to his room.

In came Cookie Dough with a whole stack of pans, and cookie sheets, as well as plates and silverware as she brought them to the sink, and began to wash them.

“So, I read all about your little escapades with my bro. It’s all so romantic. I couldn’t believe he didn’t recognize you. He’s heard of the Wonderbolts. Those lunkheads he hangs out with occasionally, won’t stop talking about them.” This made Spitfire smile.

“Yeah, well, he didn’t really care either way. We just sort of… happened. You know?” Spitfire said as Cookie Dough started washing the pans with a scrub pad.

“I know, he’s hardly stopped talking about you since he met you. He told me all about the fireflies and how they shined so luminescent over you as you held hooves. If only any of my dates had fireflies. All I ever get is some food, a movie, and a bit of rutting, then no call afterward.” She sounded a little bitter, but then she looked back at Spitfire with a warm smile. “Do you love him?”

The question made Spitfire’s eyes widen. She looked off to the right, tilting her head as her cheeks flushed red. “Well… I mean… I…”

“Oh, don’t bother with me, love. It’s none of my business in the first place. All I can say is that he’s not perfect, but if you give him a chance, I think he could make you very happy.” She said as she started putting the clean dishes on the drying counter towel. “He’s a pain in the rump, but I love him.”

That was when the door opened upstairs, and in walked a very dappered up Chocolate Chip. His mane was pretty much the same as it normally was, long in the back and somewhat long in the front. He had on a very prim suit with a black tie, and a black jacket. He walked down the stairs, and both mares in the kitchen smiled as he came down.

“Shall we be off?” Chip asked and Spitfire got up beside him.

“Have fun you two! I’m not gonna be home tonight, Marygold is having a mixer tonight.” Cookie waved to them both, and both of them bid her a good night.

They made their way to Grainfield, a very fancy restaurant, though not too fancy for Spitfire’s taste. It wasn’t exactly a suit and tie place, but it was very popular for ponies going to prom. They trotted inside, side by side, not saying a whole lot, but still enjoying one another’s company.

“Good evening, do you have a reservation?” The front clerk greeted them, and Spitfire nodded.

“Flicker Flame and Chocolate Chip.” She said, drawing a look from Chip. “Hehe, I made the reservations this morning. Thought I’d surprise you. Not many mares can answer when they ask where they want to eat.” She winked, and he chuckled.

“Ah, yes, right this way, if you please.” The young red coated stallion took two menus as he led them into the restaurant. It was a little crowded, and to her delight, none of them started a ruckus because it was her. They did, however, recognize them both as they were somewhat the talk of the town.

They were seated at a small two chair table, and given their menus.

“Evening! So nice of you to join us today. My name is Nuzzle, I’ll be your waitress tonight.” The pink pony took their orders, and assured them that they would not be bothered by any of the patrons of the establishment. They nodded their gratitude, and turned to each other, smiling.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask you. What were you hoping to do after you had to go back to Cloudsdale? I mean… I don’t know what your plans are… for us.”

“Well, I’ve obviously been thinking about that. Chip, I’m not going to sit here and tell you that our relationship is going to be perfect. In fact, there are going to be some hard times ahead. Mostly because… well… I want to be your special somepony…” She slid her hoof over to his and put hers on top of it. “In fact, I’m willing to make this work however I can. It’s just that we both have jobs that require our attention.”

“I would go to Cloudsdale with you, if I could, you know that, right?” He said, knowing full well that only pegasus ponies could live in the clouds. What he wouldn’t give for those wings.

“I know you would. That just means I’ll have to be the one to do the hoof work, which I don’t mind at all.” Spitfire said, and they continued to look into each other’s eyes.

“So, you’re a celebrity after all. That was a bit of a shocker.” Chip said, and chuckled, causing her to giggle a little.

“Yeah, celebrity life ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. Now that we’ve been seen together by the vast majority, I kind of dragged you into it too.”

“Not that I really mind. In fact, tonight has been the busiest my bakery has ever been. I think I doubled my normal profits. I mean, getting my picture in the paper must have done some good.” He looked to see that their food had arrived. They nodded to the waitress, who nodded back and reminded them to call on her if they needed anything. They began eating, him with oats and cooked wheat, and her with daisies mixed with sugarcubes.

“That’s great, I’m glad I could help.” She giggled as she ate. “So it looks like my time here is coming to an end. I want to spend the rest of it with you. If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, we’ll do whatever you want.” Chip said, putting a large portion of his food in his mouth.

“Is that right?” Spitfire’s eyes went halfway open as she gazed at him. All of the sudden she started to eat a little faster.

The dinner went off without a hitch. Though they weren’t bothered by the staff or patrons, it was obvious that they were the guests of honor, as they were given a couple of sweet treats at the end of it, including melty chocolate chip cookie with ice cream, which Spitfire was happy to eat. They trotted slowly toward the hotel Spitfire stayed at, and they got to the front door.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Chip asked, and she shook her head.

“Nope, I told you, my time here is growing short, and I want to spend the rest of it with you. That includes tonight.” She opened the door and motioned for him to come in. His eyes widened, and he supposed he did say that he would stay with her. He nodded and walked in. She led him up the stairs and he saw what a nice hotel it was. The hallway smelled of lavender, and the lights were somewhat dim, making it very comforting to the eyes. The carpet was ever so soft on his hoofs, and he saw the decorations were quite elaborate with flowers, and polished wood.

They came to her room, and she opened the door. It was very large, obviously one of their more high-end suites. The bath tub was gigantic in the bathroom, which was also about as big as a studio apartment by itself. The bed was just past the half kitchen, with lovely orange flowered sheets, and dark wood frame, matching the wood furniture around it.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you like to embellish yourself on vacation. This place is awesome.” Chip said, and suddenly she turned off the main light, only having one lamp on in the corner of the room. It was dark, but he could still see rather well. “Spitfire?”

She trotted over to him, removing her red dress, allowing it to slip off of her and onto the floor. Spitfire gazed at him, her eyes half open, and her smile small as she approached him, and undid his tie.

“Spitfire?” Chip began, and she put her hoof to his mouth.

“Shhhh… You said whatever I wanted, right? Well this is what I want.~” She unbuttoned his shirt, and slid it off, pushing him back onto the bed, where she sat him down. They met in a deep, passionate kiss, and she laid him back as her hooves began to caress his chest down to his belly. She kissed down his stomach. With a gentle kiss and a nuzzle, she made it to his midsection, where she began to lick around his sheathe. In no time at all, his penis became erect. She relished in his manhood, gazing it with loving eyes. It was big and thick, perfect.

With an eager tongue, she began to lap all over his shaft. His breath became hard as he stiffened to his fullest length, and looked down at her as her eyes were fixed with his.

“Chip, I want this inside of me. I want it so bad, and I want it to stay there no matter what.” She whispered to him as she crawled up onto the bed. She laid her upper torso onto the mattress while keeping her rump in the air. He timidly approached her from behind, and there it was. Her very wet quim was there for him to see up close. He could smell her juices flowing from her great arousal.

He pressed his muzzle into her slit, and she gave a small cry as he began to kiss it, and give it little licks.

“Oh, dear Celestia, don’t stop!” Spitfire whined as her hooves dug into the sheets. Her cries only magnified as he spread her butt cheeks and dug his tongue farther into her sweet hole. Her face turned red, and her eyes rolled upward. “You’re going to drive me-- mmmf!-- crazy!”

He took two more long licks on her quim, and then he mounted her, putting both hooves on either side of her flanks. With some care, he pressed his glans penis up against her opening, and she looked back at him.

“Yes, please. Please, give it to me.” He noted that for such a hardened Wonderbolt, she had such a vulnerable, soft side that she readily showed him. With no argument, he slid his large shaft into her waiting vagina. She took in a deep breath, and murmured under her breath. She murmured something about stretching her so well.

He began to push in and out of her, starting slow, and with only the upper portion of his cock. Spitfire pushed back against his thrusts, and he took that as he should be going harder. He complied, and with the full length and girth. Their juices mixed inside of her, and began to drip onto the bed as their passion grew.

This all seemed so unreal to Chip. He started to think about the strange pegasus that wandered into his bakery, complimented his cookies, and then asked him to show her around. Tracing the steps all the way to this seemed impossible in that moment as his hooves wandered up to her wings, and grabbed hold of them.

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Pull my wings!” She started to moan with every breath at that point, especially as he did as he was told. She felt every pounding inch of his cock, and it drew her in with such force. She could not hold back her orgasm anymore. Her vagina gripped him hard, and then released him, only to grip him once again. Her head filled with such a bright buzz that every push into her after that was simply icing on the cake.

“I’m gonna cum!” Chip whispered to her, and her legs tightened around his as he kept pushing into her with his whole length.

“Please! Give it to me! Give me all of it! Don’t pull out! If I end up with your foal, I’ll carry it! Fill me!” She pleaded, which only drove him to push harder. She started to cry out in a high pitch, with every push as his hips slapped against hers.

As she wanted, he started to cum inside of her. His breath grew harsh as each shot went deep inside of her, filling her cervix and flooding her vaginal tunnel. It was apparent that he was quite pent up. She tightened her face through another orgasm as she felt his sperm invade her tight little hole.

He slowed to a stopping point then, both of them panting for breath. He leaned down some, and kept the full length of his cock inside of her vagina. She lied her cheek onto the sheets, sweat gleaming on her whole face as she tried to look back at him, only able to catch a small glimpse of him. The brown stallion wrapped his arms around her torso and sighed.

“Mmmmm, no, you cannot get out of me.” Spitfire said in a timid, whiney voice. He smiled at this, and looked down at her as she wiggled her butt with him.

“But how am I supposed to cuddle you like this?” He said, and this drew a humming from her.

“Fine, as long as I get cuddles.” She said, and pouted as his long cock slid out of her cream filled vagina. They made their way to the pillows at the top of the bed and covered themselves up as they nuzzled close to one another. They were dirtying up the sheets with their juices, but that didn’t matter. He wrapped his arms around her once more and she returned the favor. Their cheeks rubbed against one another, and they began to lay small kisses on one another.

Their lips met in a kiss, and they stayed that way for a good long while. Her legs wrapped around his midsection and they laid close, the heat between them building nicely.

“Stay with me.” Chip whispered, his eyes barely open now. It went without saying that they were both ever so tired from the entire day. As he said that, she felt those butterflies in her stomach, fluttering her heart ever so much.
“Anything you want.” Spitfire said, and kissed his lips one more time before they both drifted off to sleep.

What would follow between them? Well, to say that they lived happily ever after would not be true. However, they were happy, and they made it work for the both of them so that they could stay together no matter what. It would be a long journey, but they trotted the trail together. It was when their story truly began.

Worlds Apart

Finally, he was going up! Chocolate Chip, the young stallion cookie baker was going up in a hot air balloon. He had plenty of money saved up, set his dates, got his bakery covered and packed a briefcase. He set all four hooves down on the balloon’s passenger basket and with one pull on the valve cord, Cloud Stepper set them off at a nice leisurely pace. Equestria looked so small from that high up position. They were reaching such altitudes that his ears started to pop from the pressure. The tan colored earth pony gazed at the land as they passed over it from such a wonderful vantage point. The hot air balloon was a rainbow of red colors, pink, scarlet, crimson and rose.

The balloon ride was very pleasant as far as Chip was concerned, but it was going entirely too slow. It had been almost two months since he had seen Spitfire, and the sad truth was that writing letters like pen pals could only go so far. He needed to see her fiery hair. He wanted to feel her soft body in his arms and taste her lips against his once again. All of this waiting was entirely too much for him to bare!

However, he had to remind himself that he wanted this. He knew she lived in Cloudsdale while she lived in Ponyville. It should have been no surprise that when she went back to the Wonderbolt academy, that they were going to miss each other. Still, knowing it would happen did not make it any easier when it happened. That wonderful time when she vacationed in Ponyville came and went, then they found themselves stranded in two completely different places. He couldn’t live on Cloudsdale for obvious reasons. Only pegasi could walk on clouds, while the other races of ponies would just fall through.

By the same token, she could not move to Ponyville. Her work with the Wonderbolts was entirely too important, and moving to a whole nother territory would be unthinkable for the Captain and main instructor. So that left them at a standoff. There was no side that could budge and there were no gray areas to speak of. Everything had to remain as it was, and that raked against Chocolate Chip like a hoof on a chalkboard. It was all just too much. Not only that, but this balloon was still taking entirely too long!

Cloudsdale finally came into view after what seemed like forever. This only made his anxiety rise. He could see it, could smell its rich culture. The pegasi were somewhat mysterious to the land races of ponies, as they were the only ones that lived in an otherwise uninhabitable area. The ability to fly up and down as you pleased, that was a dream come true for unicorns and earth ponies. However, unicorns had magic to make up for their lack of wings. Earth ponies seemed to have gotten the shaft on that deal when it came to abilities. They were generally physically stronger, but that was never a guarantee.

Finally! The balloon made its way to the shores of the clouds. They were as opaque and solid as he had been led to believe. However, he knew not to let that fool him. He knew that his kind fell through those clouds. He had never heard of the Wonderbolts failing to catch a pony, but if there were such a case, he didn’t want to know about it.

The dark brown maned pony was about to take his first step onto the clouds.

“Wait!” Cloud Stepper shouted, holding up her hoof to him, startling him and making him turn his head to her. “You haven’t taken your potion yet.” She smiled and pointed to his saddle, which was his briefcase, and a little beaker stuck its head out from it. The beaker was filled with a purple liquid that a unicorn friend of his had concocted. It was very potent in that it allowed him to walk on the clouds for an entire week. That was the entire week he was there, then the rest of his vacation, he was planning to bring Spitfire back with him to Ponyville for a couple of days before she had to return.

Of all things to forget. While he was thinking about how he could fall through the clouds, he forgot to take the cloud serum before stepping onto Cloudsdale. He would have been surprised if he didn’t know himself so well. He’d forget his hooves at home if they weren’t stuck to the ends of his legs. He bumped the bottom of the beaker to make it fly out of his satchel. He caught the beaker on one hoof and bit the cork to pull it out. After spitting the cork to the side, it was bottoms up. He drank it fast, but it actually didn’t taste all that terrible. It was on par with the taste of cough syrup or that medicine they try to make taste better with different flavors. They never ended up tasting better, as any filly will tell you.

He drained the beaker and cringed a little as the rest of it went down his throat. He shook his head and took a deep breath. He started to feel light. In fact, he felt a little weightless. It was astounding what modern magic could come up with sometimes. He finally took his first tentative step onto a cloud, and there it was. He set down on the mainland cloud and bounced on top of it for a moment. It felt like he was barely touching the softest pillow that could ever be imagined, and he felt like he could lay down on this and just veg out for a few hours.

Still, he had a goal to accomplish, and it was time to get trotting! He thanked Cloud Stepper and waved to her as she set off once again in his beautiful balloon that had every color of the most beautiful hearts. Then he bolted off, making sure that he still had the map he had made for himself.

One last round, then it was off from work for her. Spitfire was clad in full gear. Her blue Wonderbolt flight suit was spotless that day, and her goggles covered her eyes. Her wings were in full expansion as she led the students in a flawless formation behind her in a flying V. They were making their way through the higher clouds without stopping. Their eyes never blinked for more than the instant that they needed to. The goggles they had on protected them from the stronger winds and they were a far more advanced class. They were set to graduate in two weeks, and Spitfire had to make sure that they were on their game for the ceremony flight.

Still, that was not what was on her mind as they blazed their trails through the sky. They made their last flight around the mainland cloud before Spitfire used her hoof signals to tell them to land in formation. Both wings of the V flew either way away from her as she began to spin and spiral through the air. She went in a straight downward spiral as she approached the runway. Her wings caused wind resistance as she touched down and trotted to a stop in the middle. It was her duty to make sure that the classmates all landed properly and in full form. They were, after all, being graded.

If that were not the case, she would have said to hell with it, and hurry to the locker room. Still, to her delight, the classmates all landed just fine, and she was able to give them full grades. Her job was a little too easy that day. The fact that she was waiting for her dear Chocolate Chip that day usually meant that her day would go by slow, and there would be delays. Still, no delays, she dismissed her class and made a frantic gallop to the officers’ locker room.

In a rush, she started pulling off her goggles and her uniform as she made her way toward her own personal locker. She was on schedule, but that didn’t matter. For all she knew, Chip could have been ahead of schedule and waiting for--

“Hey.” There was Chocolate Chip standing in front of her row of lockers. The yellow mare stopped where she was and her mouth went agape.

“Chip! How did you get in here?” She asked, but as she asked this, she rushed over to him and they met in a very close cuddle. They kissed about three or four times before meeting in another nuzzle, Spitfire’s arm going around the back of his neck to pull him into another kiss.

“Soarin let me in. I showed him a picture of us that I keep in my wallet.” He explained as he started tugging down her uniform.

“Oh, I’ll have to thank him later.” Then she looked down to see that her yellow coat was starting to show as Chip took off her blue flight suit. “What do you think you’re doing?” She gave him a suspicious look as he slipped it off and threw it onto one of the benches that was in between the rows of lockers.

“I’m just being helpful.” Chip said as he pulled her around him and pushed her gently against the lockers. The two of them met in another deep kiss and caressed each other with their hooves as they hungerly tasted each others’ tongues.

“I need to shower. I stink.” Spitfire said before a slew of moans passed her lips. He nibbled her lower lip and kissed down her neck. Through all of the hugging and kissing, it was a marvel that she actually made it to the shower in the time that she did. True to her name, she turned the water on extra hot and the two of them were drenched in water in seconds.

The two lovers stayed in each others’ arms, trading gazes as they kissed and caressed their wet bodies together.

“How was your flight?” She managed to ask as they calmed down just a little bit.

“The balloon was way too slow. It really felt like it was going to take days to finally get here.” Chip said as he got the soap from a dispenser on the wall. He rubbed his hooves together, getting the soap suds nice and bubbly before he started caressing her body all over with it. She smiled at this and gave him another kiss, licking her tongue along with his. “We have any plans tonight?”

“Aside from the obvious?” She asked as she felt his hoof go to a place that made her draw in a breath and bite her lower lip. “Not to my knowledge.” Her cheeks grew red and she leaned her head onto his as he started rubbing and caressing her opening. The soap was gone from his hoof now, and most of it had washed off of her body. Now he was just sitting in front of her, putting more pressure as he felt her female juices cause her to become more slick than she already was.

That was when she looked down to see that he was hardened to the point of becoming rigid! It had been so long since their very first time making love. The first time she vacationed in Ponyville, they slept with one another in her hotel room. That happened about as many times as they could squeeze into her short time remaining there. She was no stranger to his penis, but she still needed to get reacquainted with it. Before he could say another word, Spitfire was on him. Her tongue lapping against the head of his piping hot manhood and the side of her hoof running along the side of his shaft. Without wasting any time, she took him deeper into her mouth and started sucking.

She was not what you would call an experienced fellatio mare. However, that didn’t matter. Chip had been stagnant for the past few months and her mouth felt like pure nirvana at that point. However, as she wanted to please him, she began to bob her head faster up and down his beautiful, brown cock. She knew she was doing well when she started to taste that precum.

However, much to her surprise, his cum did not taste salty like she had been told before. In fact, as she licked it directly off of the head of his erection, she gave it another taste to make sure she was tasting it right. The more she sucked, the better, thicker it tasted. For some reason, it tasted like... vanilla frosting? Yeah, of all the things she was expecting, vanilla frosting was about the very last thing. It tasted so good, she wanted some more. In fact, she deliberately tried to make her sucking better so that she could taste more.

That was when she remembered that he was probably not handling this very well. One look up at his face and she found that she was right. The harder she sucked the more he sucked his breath in and watched with a blushing face. Her tongue trailed all up and down his shaft. Every time there was some precum, she went up and licked it off. She slurped his delicious cock. That wonderful piece of meat that tasted sweeter than any cake could ever be.

“Oh, Spitfire.” He whispered to her and she barely heard him. The part of her that did hear him was growing proud of herself. Her pussy was getting ever so wet, even going so far as to seep her own juices out as her hoof gently caressed his balls. That’s what finished it.

The instant she felt his cock start to twitch, and his breath become labored, she knew that was her queue. She put her mouth onto the head of his dick, and she caught every single ropey, delicious spurt of semen he shot. There was so much of it and it was ever so tasty. To his astonishment, she gulped down every single drop without a second thought. He couldn’t hide the fact that he was, indeed, very impressed.

He was about to compliment her hidden talent but she turned away from him. Her face was beet red with embarrassment and hormones coursing juices through her privates. She leaned the top of her body down and looked back at him. Her eyes were beyond bedroom eyes, they were eyes of absolute need.

“Enough teasing, fuck me like you mean it!” She said loud enough to echo through the shower room and locker room. He didn't need any convincing. He wasn't even starting to soften.

He mounted her and slid in ever so easily. The sweet, erotic bliss inside of her was enough to make her cry out in an especially high octave. Her voice blurted out hard, panging against the walls. He started pumping against her. Every push caused her to moan. Her pussy clenched him in a death grip. She squeezed his penis like she never wanted it to leave.

“Captain?” A voice called from the locker room door. This gave her some pause. She clamped her muzzle shut. At first Chip stopped too, but after a second he started pressing against her softly and rhythmically.

“Yeah?” She called back to the voice, who was so obviously was Soarin. Then she looked back at Chip, not angry at him, just surprised he was still fucking her.

“Are you alright? I heard yelling.” He seemed genuinely concerned, not at all suspicious.

“Oh, I just had a sprained ankle I was stretching--nn out!!” Chip have her an extra few pumps harder than last time. Then he started back on the soft and slow humping. She didn't say anything to him, but that triggered an orgasm for her.

“Oh, sounds pretty bad. Hey did you see that Chocolate Chip guy? He was asking about you.”

This caused Chip to start fucking her, long dick style. She clenched her eyes shut and gritted her teeth against moaning too hard. “Yes, I saw him! I'm meeting up with him after I finish my-- shower!” Her voice carried her moans across the locker room, making the blue pegasus at the door furrow his brow.

“Okay, remember to get that ankle looked at. At least you're off for a week, right?” He smiled and tried to act like he wasn't worried.

The fucking Chip gave her was growing sporadic. After so long of having no sex, he intended to make up for it in spades. Hic cock knocked against her cervix and his balls patted her clitoris as her eyes started to roll back. She almost wanted to slap him with across his face for laying such a mighty banging in such a situation. She wanted to, but at the same time, it felt so good she gave him a pass. She would pay him back, though.

“Y-yeah, I'll-- be fine! Thanks for- oh! Checking on me.” She felt herself losing control as her tongue hung out the side of her mouth, tasting some of the water spraying onto both of them.

“Okay! See you in a few weeks.” Soarin closed the door, not knowing how long her leave actually was.

That's when she finally turned to chip and whispered. “What the hell are you doing? You're gonna make me-- oh! Oh!” She shut her eyes tight as she worked her way through another climax.

“That's what I'm supposed to do." Chip whispered back to her as his cock plowed into her tight cunny. She couldn't take this! He was fucking her so hard and so long that her pussy adhered to the size and shape of his dick, making it a perfect fit.

It wasn't long after that, though. He started banging her as hard as he could. His crotch rocked against her ass and he started to suck in air, breathing harder. He released a slew of semen into her vaginal tube. With each twitch came a flood of spunk that rushed through her like a freight train. She felt every hot sticky ounce of cum inside of her and sighed as it doused the fire burning within her ovaries.

He breathed hard as he leaned onto her back and his hard on pulsed inside of her. He reached up with a limp arm and turned the water off as they soaked on the shower room’s wet tiles. Over a little time, their breathing started to regulate and he chuckled.

“What?” She smiled back at him and the let out a disappointed sigh as he pulled his penis out of her.

“How's the vacation so far, honey?” He snickered a little louder.

“It’s a good start.” She replied, turning around to kiss him.

Cleaned, groomed and refreshed, the two lovebirds finally set out to the city in the clouds. Apart from the white snow-like ground being absolutely stunning in the sunlight, there were rainbows absolutely everywhere. Chip couldn’t believe how they decorated everything with rainbow colors. The cloud materials were used to build their structures and pretty much everything. There were smaller clouds in the sky with pegasi either napping on them or just hanging out up in the air above the city. The skies were filled with pegasi going all over the place.

There down in the streets of Cloudsdale were the two of them trotting along with the pegasi in their busy hustle and bustle of everyday life. Every so often there was a unicorn or another earth pony, but they were so rare, it was hard to pick them out of a crowd.

“Alright, so first, we’re going to my house so you can finally see where I live. After that, we’re going to do one of my favorite things in the whole world.” Spitfire explained as they trotted. He was listening but his eyes were wandering all over the place. “How do you like it?”

“It’s wonderful. I’ve heard stories but none of them do it justice at all.” Chip remarked as they passed one of the bigger flying race tracks. There were three pegasus flying through hoops, cloud obstacles and hurdles in the air in a race to the finish line. All of this happened within the bounds of the sky race track.

Chocolate Chip gazed at the race. The three pegasi were blazing through the obstacles with remarkable speed. To think that they were just random racers, and there was always some pegasus that was faster. He wasn’t looking where he was going, though. A red pegasus with black hair bumped into him, as he was also looking at the race as it occured. Chip’s head collided with the pegasus, cheek to cheek and the two shook their heads.

“Sorry!” Chip said.

“Oh, no, that was my fault.” The pegasus said as an purple mare with white hair trotted by near him.

“Come on, Fable!” The purple mare shouted back to him as she kept moving.

“Coming, Mom!” He nodded to Chip and galloped to catch up.

Spitfire looked back at Chip and trotted back to meet with him again. “Hey, you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” He said as he rubbed his cheek. She moved his hoof and kissed his cheek to make it all better. Then she led him farther down the street to a large assortment of suburban establishments. All of the houses on the block where she turned made Chip go agape in his mouth. These houses were gigantic! They were all shades of blue, white, bright gray and some were decorated by synthetic rainbows or waterfalls, some even had tiny rain clouds watering the plants on their lawn.

The house that Spitfire turned to was the largest house on the block. At first, Chip thought she was taking a shortcut through a backyard or something. She walked right up to the door and walked in.

“Normally I fly home. It feels weird walking through the door.” Spitfire walked in but turned around to see he was still standing at the door, staring inside with wide eyes. “Chip?”

He gazed inside to see everything looked like it was made of soft clouds. The couch was a very bright gray, all of the couch pillows were white with her fire cutie mark on each of them. The living room was gigantic. It had all of the luxuries of life you could possibly think off. All around the room, the walls were decorated with Wonderbolt memorabilia. There were medals, placks, trophies awards, group pictures in Wonderbolt dress uniforms, old flight suits and one picture right by the entrance of the main living quarters. Chip took a step in as it caught his eye.

The picture was from the Ponyville newspaper when they started dating. While they lay in the grass together, a photographer got them on film and the newspaper printed it very soon after. Spitfire had it framed and posted it on her wall.

“Nice. Seems this picture is the only thing here that's not related to Wonderbolts.” Chip snickered and Spitfire laughed a little.

“Yeah, even though it caught us by surprise, it's still a good picture. Now come in, make yourself at home.” She trotted to the kitchen and got a few things out of the pantry. “I can cobble together some daisy sandwiches. I'm starving. You want one?”

“Yeah, I'll take one.” He said as he was looking at her trophy case next to her couch. It was clear that she had some world class races under her belt.

Such a dedication she had to her career, it was admirable. However, it also brought up that question they had both been asking themselves since they got together.

“So, umm, Spitfire?” He approached the kitchen as she was making the sandwiches.

“Yeah?” She started putting honey mustard on the bread.

“So, I was kicking around the peddle for a minute. I started thinking about the future and what the plan was.” His eyes kept wandering around the living room. This time, he wasn't actually looking at the decorations.

“Plan? What plan? For vacation?” She talked through the jar of pickles in her mouth as she put them away.

“No, I mean the plan for you and m--” Chip was interrupted by a knock at the door. “I'll… get that.” He said with a sigh.

He walked over to the door and opened it. The older looking mare standing at the doorstep smiled but the expression quickly changed to a frown with a scowl. She was skinny, and her yellow fur resembled Spitfire’s, but it was a bit more pale. What sold him was the fact that though her hairstyle was a different shape, slicked back, it still had the fire-like quality of red and orange.

“Who the devil are you?” She asked, obviously noting the fact that Chip did not have wings.

There was a small pause. At first he had no idea what to say. That was when Spitfire came up beside him and looked at the front porch.

“Who's at the door, hon--oohh.” Her eyes widened as the older mare glared at her as she came into view. This brought about yet another long pause as Spitfire gave a nervous laugh. “Oh, umm, hi Mom!”

What's the Plan?

Stormy Flare sat across from them in a padded chair as they both sat beside one another on Spitfire’s couch. The older mare had a mug of tea beside her that Spitfire made for her. They didn't exchange many words. She had a puzzled look on her face, staring at the two as they quietly sat. Their sandwiches on the coffee table in front of them.

“Well, this is a new development.” Stormy finally spoke and sighed. “I suppose my first question would be when did it start?” She asked as the two of them glanced at one another.

“Two months ago, when I vacationed in Ponyville. He served me cookies.” Spitfire looked over at Chip, longingly. He gave her a nervous smile. Then both looked back at her mother as she scoffed.

“So, you're a snack server from Ponyville. I’m going to be honest, I never saw that coming.” Stormy said as Spitfire shrugged.

“He owns a successful bakery, Mom. It’s a wonderful place.” Spitfire put her hoof on his and they shared in a smile.

“My next question would be, why did you not tell me?” This seemed to genuinely hurt her. In a way, it seemed like she felt somewhat left out of her own daughter’s life.

“Well that would be because I haven’t really told a whole lot of people yet. Once we started getting serious, I was going to start telling more and more people.”

“Well, I know I haven’t been around as much as I would like to be, but I would like to be kept in the loop every once in a while. I’m suddenly happy that I decided to stop by today to see you on your vacation.” Stormy Flare looked from her to Chip, then back to her. “How did all of this come about? What happened those months ago in Ponyville? Was he one of your fans and you just happened to give him a date?” Stormy asked, and suddenly, Chip wasn’t a huge fan of these implications. Spitfire patted his hoof as if to tell him she’d handle it.

“How did you know-- you know what, nevermind. Either way, I didn't just decide to pick up a stallion as a boyfriend. This guy was the sweetest pony I had ever met. When he found out who I was, he wasn't star struck, he didn't start geeking out and asking me for my autograph. He stood up for me in the face of crazed fans and fought for me when I was being stared down by a bunch of lunatics.” Spitfire explained all of this, and as she did, Stormy’s eyes began to widen. More and more, she found herself starting to like this young stallion more and more.

“He stood up to all of them and shunned them all for cowards. He did all of that for me. Now if that isn't deserving of respect, then I don’t know what respect is.” Spitfire’s eyes began to grow misty as she and Chip shared a moment at that moment. Her words struck a good cord with him, and all the sudden, his love began to peak.

After that, there was silence. The quiet lasted an extremely uncomfortable amount of time. Stormy Flare went from looking at her daughter to Chocolate Chip as he tried his best not to look awkward. He was failing.

“Alright, say I'm on board.” Stormy calmed down and took a breath. “Say you have my blessing. Then say you want to get married to this young stallion. How would it work?” She asked, and this drew a blank.

Spitfire and Chip looked at one another and there was no answer.

“I'm sorry, my dear.” Stormy sounded sincere in saying this. “But for obvious reasons, Chocolate Chip cannot live in Cloudsdale. And what are you going to do? Move to Ponyville? Will you give up your title as Captain of the Wonderbolts to move in with him? I know love is a powerful, wonderful thing, but is it really worth giving up every single thing you have achieved in your career? What do you plan to do?”

The question dug down deep at the heart of them both. Spitfire wanted to argue, wanted to announce that she had a plan. She knew she had to come up with something fast, but there was nothing. They looked at one another once again and Chip could only shrug.

“We’ll figure something out.” Spitfire proclaimed before Stormy could speak once again. This drew a surprised look from the other two. There came a hopeful smile from Spitfire. This did wonders for Chip. Her smile was contagious, and rubbed on him. She nodded to him, and that did more.

That reassuring nod spoke volumes to Chip. They had not even talked about moving in together, let alone marriage. Yet here was this mare who was more than happy to deconstruct her own life and livelihood against all odds so that they could be together.

Chip couldn't put into words what he felt at that moment. Spitfire compared it to the time he had called her beautiful in that first kiss. She remembered when he stood up to those crazed fans. He had been her night and shining armor that day.

They realized in that moment that this was worth it. They could bring themselves to make compromises and sacrifices to make it work for both of them.

Spitfire surprised both he and her mother as she shot toward him on that couch and met his lips with hers in a passionate kiss. Stormy's eyes widened as Spitfire pushed him onto the couch cushion and drew him into the kiss whole.

Stormy Flare stared at the two of them as Spitfire kept kissing him. After a good long minute, it was apparent that they had forgotten about her. She wanted to say something, but at this point she figured that her daughter was on vacation and would prefer not to be disturbed. She snuck her way out of the house and left them curled up and cuddling on the couch.

Their vacation was in full swing. Chip saw all of the wonders that Cloudsdale had to offer. First, she showed him where clouds were made. Being a earth pony, he wasn't able to touch the cloud, but it was interesting to see how they filled them with water to make them dark gray rain clouds. The machines whirred in the factory and they watched as pegasus workers in white lab coats pushed them through.

“I know guys who think all pegasi work with clouds to some degree.” Chip said as they continued their tour through the factory.

“Well, we can but I don't know the ins and outs of how to do weather. It takes a lot of training to get to know these things. I've done a lot with clouds but it's definitely not a thing with everyone in Cloudsdale.” She watched as they all instructed the workers to put on their sun goggles and ear protection. They called a standby as they mixed two different color clouds together and caused a huge lightning bolt to clash against the bottom of the work shaft. The workers cheered and Chip’s eyes widened to a large degree. He'd never seen a lightning bolt so close up.

“Wow!” His awe was palpable and Spitfire giggled.

“You get use to it.” She walked with him to the end of the tour and to the gift shop. He saw so many t-shirts with clouds and rainbows. There were so many cloud plushies and they even had a Wonderbolt section. He walked over to the collectible figurines, picking up one of her and held it up toward her. She saw the figurine, rolled her eyes, then struck the same pose. Her left front leg bent at the knee, and her whole body jutted forward as if the were rushing forward. Her wings in full expanse.

“I'm totally getting this.” He said, causing her to give an exaggerated sigh.

“You goof.” She smiled and trotted to him, sharing a kiss with him. “So what do you wanna do next?” She asked, but she pretty much already knew just by the look on his face. It was getting rather late, and so much had already happened in their first day of their vacation. The sun was almost completely under the horizon and businesses were closing.

They left the gift shop and sure enough, he bought the Spitfire figurine along with a cloud in a jar. He couldn't deny that the novelty of owning his own cloud in a jar was quite the charming idea. He bought a cumulus cloud, and the tiny thing floated in the middle of the very large glass container.

“So, um, about earlier, with your mom.” He said as they trotted the almost empty street toward her house.

“Yeah?” She looked over toward him and was instantly skeptical of where this was going.

“I know you meant it, but I'm still going over the numbers in my head. Do you have any idea how it could work?” Chip looked at her to see her looking down and sighing.

“I don't know. All I know is, I don't want to think about it right now.” She looked back to him to see an apologetic look and she shook her head. “It’s okay, I know it's something we will need to figure out at some point soon. For now, though, let's just enjoy one another's company.”

He was nodding as she said this. “You're right. I think I know what we should do next.” This caused her to brighten up and smile. She nodded at him to go on. “I want to make it up to you. Let me treat you.”

“Treat me?” She looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean treat-"

She cried out loud as she laid back in her very large, round bed. They pulled off the cover and Chip lunged his tongue between her legs. He lapped up her pussy. Her closed outer labia instantly opened as she spread her legs wide, allowing him full passage. He licked her with as much technique as he could muster. Every so often, he would lick up to her clitoris and listen to her cry out in ecstacy. He loved to hear her moan.

Chip used his front hooves to pull her closer to the edge of the bed. He engulfed her pussy in his mouth, his tongue grinding against her whole vagina. This made her call out his name and run her hooves through his mane. She pulled him harder against her pussy to increase the pressure.

After a good minute, he felt her begin to tremble. Her legs began to twitch and her voice started to reach higher octaves.

“Yes! Oh, God yes! Work it harder! Mmm yeah!” As it seemed that she was on the verge of a huge orgasm, he stopped. “No! You--you can't!!”

He wiped his mouth and gave her the most wry grin he could muster. Her eyes looked so pained, but the good kind of pain. The kind of pain that he could cure her of, but he knew he shouldn't, not yet.

“Oh, did you want me to finish? I thought you might have wanted this.” He lifted his hips up closer to the edge of the bed. He was hard, long and thick. She stared at his long, dark brown cock as he revealed it. Her heart was thudding in her chest and her cunny was drooling. The sensation of his tongue was still fresh in her bright pink inner lips.

Part of her wanted to deny him the satisfaction of her giving in right away. The other part of her wanted her vagina to squeeze the life out of his hard rod and milk the cum out of it like her life depended on it.

In the end, though, she surprised him as she rolled forward and kicked her hind legs back behind her. She gorged on his thick meaty dick, taking it all the way to the mid ring. She didn't even react to his cock head touching the back of her throat. She started sucking on him with a passion. Spitfire bobbed her head up and down, even putting her hoof on his scrotum to play with his balls.

He was breathing very hard at this point. Sweat began to gleam on his forehead as her mouth tasted that wonderfully sweet cum. It started to remind her of cake icing. She didn't know if it actually had sugar or if it was just normal protein semen. She started to lick all over the head and the tip, becoming somewhat addicted to his sperm.

Then there came a point when she crossed her legs together and her pussy ached something fierce. She was still slick with vaginal juice and it started to be very hard to ignore.

She finally took her mouth off his wet dick and looked up at him with bedroom eyes that he could not ignore.

He jumped onto the bed, taking her by surprise. They met in a kiss and he blinked a couple of times as he tasted her tongue. As they broke the kiss, he looked her in the eyes.

“Have you been eating vanilla cake?” He asked and her eyes widened. Did he really not know?

“No. Now fuck me.” She demanded. The look on her face was that of absolute need. She looked desperate and it occurred to him that she was on the verge of cumming just from having her mouth on his penis.

He pulled back and instantly went hip deep into her. As his girth filled her, her mouth opened wide and her eyes clenched shut.

“Oh, fuck! CHIPS!” She called out all the louder as he started humping faster and harder. She felt the full length of him pushing through her like a piston. She wanted to say something to him but it was lost in the supreme beating her vagina was taking.

Every time she thought he was slowing down, he would lance himself harder inside of her, causing her to moan all the louder. It didn't take long at all for her to cum. She called out his name, her legs clenching against his legs as she felt herself begin to tremor. This didn't stop him. How he was holding in his cum was anyone’s guess.

He went balls deep into her once again. His crotch pounded hers over and over again. His hooves held against her hips as he kept pushing, forcing her to cum once again. This time however, his breath quickened at an extensive rate and he unleashed that sweet sticky sperm inside of her. He filled her to the brim and his sperm started to leak out of her as he slowed down.

He held her tight and leaned closer as he started fucking her at a leisurely pace. They gazed into each other's eyes lovingly. Chip began to lay little kisses all over her face as she closed her eyes and gasped for air.

He finally stopped and dropped down onto the bed beside her. They caught their breath and basked in the afterglow. Sweat gleamed all over their bodies as they stared at the ceiling.

“I guess that's the end of day one.” Chip lamented, causing her to give a breathless laugh.

“You certainly had some saved up, didn't you?” Spitfire said and moved her legs. She felt the thick cream in her pussy lips slosh around and seep out of her well loved hole. This was quite the load he unleashed inside. She imagined all of that spunk making its way through her womb. All of the sudden she started to blush at the thought of what she said to him the first time they made love. She meant what she said. If she got pregnant, she would keep the foal.

Chip turned his head to her. All of their love shined true in that instant as they laid eyes on one another once again. He scooted over to her and nuzzled her as she smiled sweetly.
“I've decided.” She said after a length of quiet. He hummed his question as he kept his eyes closed and his muzzle into her neck. “Hang on a second.”

She crawled out of bed and started for the living room. After a minute, she came back with a map in her mouth. She threw the map over another edge of the bed. He crawled over to see that it was a map of Equestria. She got a pencil and started looking it over.

“We've been making a big deal out of this whole distance from Ponyville to Cloudsdale. If you really look at it, though, it's really only about a two hour flight by hot air balloon.” She smiled at him as he looked up at her. Then she looked back at the map. “If we just get a house at the halfway point between the edge of Ponyville and your store, I could easily make it to work in twenty to thirty minutes.” She used her mouth to draw the pencil in the locations she mention.

“That seems like a long time to fly at top speed." He looked at her and she giggled.

She rubbed her hoof under his chin. “Really? My top speed?” She shook her head. “You're cute.” She looked back down at the map. “It'll take a while to sell my house, but I don't worry, I can buy a house before then. A nice house with a lot of space.”

“A nice house with a lot of space?” He echoed, gazing at her, dumbfounded. “How much do you--" She stopped him with a hoof to his lips.

“A lady never tells.” She winked. “Either way, we can make this work. That is… if that's what you want.” Her bedroom eyes returned as she gazed at him. He smiled and leaned over to give her a kiss.

Over the course of the vacation, they enjoyed every moment. Their love shined everywhere they went. They were the talk of the town and once again their picture got in the paper. It was official, Chocolate Chip was a celebrity with a large claim to fame in both Ponyville and Cloudsdale. They didn't pay it any mind. They concentrated on what mattered.

Still, after all was said and done, it was time for Chip to go. Spitfire's eyes welled up with tears all the way to the balloon pad on the edge of the city. They said their goodbyes.

However, it wasn't even a month before Chip was at his store counter, and found a familiar face walking through his batwing doors. He looked up and his eyes widened.

Spitfire walked in in full blue Wonderbolt uniform.

“Spitfire!? What are you--" He was about to ask before she put five bits on the counter.

“What do you think I'm here for? Get me two chocolate chips.” She smiled bright at him as he stood, flabbergasted.

After a minute, he did as he was told and put two cookies on a place, bringing it over to her. As he set them on the counter, he saw that she had put a key on the surface along with the bits. He eyed the key for a good minute before he looked back up at his blue clad marefriend who winked at him.

“Is that…” Chip asked and she nodded. “How did you--”

“I’m just that good, I guess.” Spitfire looked at the other patrons of the place, and it turned out that he still knew how to draw a crowd. In fact, there seemed to be a lot of pegasi in here as of late. All of them stared at her from their tables and many of them were fighting the urge to get her autograph, even if it was on a napkin. She smiled at this, then turned back over to him. “I’ve already started moving my stuff into the new place, it’s right on the edge of Ponyville, and it’s even closer to Cloudsdale than I thought!”

Chocolate Chip was still trying to take all of this in as she said it. One minute he was just getting a fresh batch of cookies out, the next minute his marefriend is in his shop telling him that their house is ready for them to move in and she’d already gotten him a key! He knew he loved surprises, but this was a huge surprise! All the sudden, he started thinking about how he would have to take off work to get the moving done. Then he started wondering how he would keep track of his shop if he didn’t live upstairs.

Little by little, Chip’s expression started to change back and forth from excited to terrified in a hurry.

“Chip?” He heard her say, but he hadn’t reacted because he was a little too deep in thought. “Chip!” He was startled immediately and looked over ate her. “Hey, I lost you for a second there. You okay? You look a little shaken.” She said this, then realized how much she had just laid on him in a hurry, not to mention how she came by unannounced while he was working. “Oh,” She said as she thought about it for a moment. “Maybe I came on with a little too much all at once. Look, you don’t need to worry about moving out of your place too fast, in fact, just give me a few weeks to get my place emptied and unboxed in the new place. If you want, you can come by and take a look at it.”

Spitfire said this and this drew a tiny smile from Chip. Everything started to fall into place for him and her, it seemed. After a moment his eyes welled up a bit.

“Chip?” She tilted her head at him, obviously worried. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine.” He closed his eyes and gave a tiny little laugh. “I guess living in third gear is just something I'll have to get used to.”

It took a moment for Spitfire to get his meaning. Once she did, she smiled, and her eyes welled up too.

Look to the Dawn

Ponyville had become a place of joy over the past few months. It was where love had blossomed, truths were unfolded and beauty was in full spectrum for the earth pony who spent a lot of his time in his cookie shop. Chocolate Chip was living the high life as far as he could tell. He’d never had so much business in all of his life. The fact that it was based around his relationship with the captain of the Wonderbolts didn’t bother him in the least. In fact, keeping it a secret was nearly impossible in the first place.

He hadn’t known she was Spitfire at first, she made sure that she was keeping her identity a secret while she rested on vacation. What she hadn’t planned on was meeting him. He changed everything, especially because the first name he knew her as was a false name, Flicker Flame. Whenever he found out, though, he understood immediately. His so-called “friends” were harassing her so badly that she was forced into hiding. When he stood up to them and caused the tone shift in her favor, she could only gaze at him in a new light.

From that moment, he went from a potential boyfriend to the flame she had spent her whole life looking for. After that, she would do anything for him and he would defend her so long as they kept that shared trust. It wasn’t long before they finally moved in together. Even with Chip not being able to live on Cloudsdale and Spitfire no able to quit her career as a Wonderbolt, they made it work.

They lived in a nice house. It wasn’t too big, but it certainly wasn’t small. It only took a few days to move all of their things in, though even after three months, they still had unpacked boxes here and there. Both of them continued with a longer commute to work, but it was easy enough to get use to.

What took a bit more getting use to was the fact that he accidentally walked in on her on the toilet. That was an awkward night at dinner. Then she discovered that he still had a lot of his childhood video games that he still played. She partook in a few of them, but still called him a dork.

Today, however, was a bit of a novelty. Not only did they both have the day off, but they had the next day off as well. This happened once every other blue moon, and to waste it was a travesty. However, the day began and neither of them even had the smallest inkling of a plan. They stayed up late the night before and still couldn’t think of a single thing that they hadn’t already done.

Chip lay in bed on his side, enjoying the act of sleeping in until seven in the morning. His normal commute forced him to get up around four so that he could get a leg up on the baking for the day. Spitfire had a much longer commute, despite her amazing speed. She still had to climb up to the clouds on a daily basis and she had to get up along with him to make sure she made it to work with enough time to prepare for the training and briefings.

She was already up and around, doing her morning routine without all of the stretches today. Spitfire had been burning the oil so often that she just wasn't up to her higher functions.

Chip heard the shower turn on, given how she got up so early, this was unusual, but understandable. Who didn't love a nice morning shower?

Spitfire lathered her hair, which she had trimmed just recently to get her signature fire style. Her yellow fur was suddenly seeping with suds that streamed down the back of her neck and over her shoulders.

The glass door slid open and closed very quickly behind her. Before she could react to it, she felt two familiar hooves on her wings which made her yip in surprise, then blush at the sensation. As she washed the shampoo out of her hair, she blushed as Chip even have one crook of her wing a little nibble.

"Chip, what do you think younnnmmm." She couldn't even pretend to be annoyed at him. "Someone's awake." She spoke softly as her eyes went halfway shut. She broke out in gooseflesh and gave a low, soft moan.

"And someone's had a long, stressful week." He smiled as his lips latched onto her neck and growled as he ran his teeth along her wet fur.

"You better be care-aahh!" She shivered. The mixture of the hot water and a big strong stallion caressing her body from her wings down to her flanks. She stopped him suddenly, turning around and kissing him on the lips. "You're playing a dangerous game, my dear gentlecolt."

He grinned a bit. The brown stallion with darker brown hair had it wet and matted against his head. "You thought anymore on what you want to do today?" He said, hiding his telltale smile as he faced the nozzle and let it get him wet enough to apply the shampoo and scrub it into his mane.

They spent more time in the shower than they had in a very long time, nuzzling and kissing each other. Then they held one another, she stayed in his arms for a good long while as the water rained down upon them.

“I love you…” She whispered to him, and he smiled, responding with a nice long kiss. He pulled back, only to kiss her again, making her recoil a tiny bit. She giggled and pushed him back into the water with her hoof. “Easy there, tiger.” Her sass told him that she was going to let him suffer while she got out of the shower, swaying her hips as she walked and showing him a peek at something pink and open near her rump before closing the door on him. The glass door was covered with fog, obscuring his vision of her.

He wiped a hole into the vapors that precipitated from the steam, and only caught a small glimpse of her giving him the wink he knew all too well. It took him no time at all to get the grime off of the rest of himself and shut off the shower completely.

When he finally got dried off, he walked out of their bedroom, and into their kitchen, which had an extra large oven for an extra large baking sheet of cookies at a time. It was quite useful. This way he could come home and still be able to bake up a batch in his free time. He’d already finished seven very large orders from this oven alone. It was just as good as his professional one he had at his shop.

Off to the left of the oven was Spitfire, putting together some greens and carrots for a salad. She gave him a tiny glance from her position. The floor was a white and sky blue checkered tile that spanned into an island counter. All around it was a stainless steel fridge, pots and pans, and other baking appliances that he’d collected over the years. If he was going to have a new house, he may as well deck it out with all of the baking essentials.

“Enjoy your shower?” Spitfire asked as she glanced at him again, picking up the vinegar and dashing a bit into the bowl. Then she picked up the spoon with her teeth and began to mix it again.

“A little.” He said, knowing he had to take an extra minute to calm down his free wielding flesh that seemed to have a mind of its own. “Is that for me too?” He asked, looking at her as she added some shredded cheese.

She hummed her yes as she got the spoon in for another quick mix before placing it back on the counter. After adding a few daisies on top, she bent down to check the spice drawers underneath, making Chip widen his eyes as he couldn’t help but gaze at her rump. His first instinct was to look away from her, but then the bad conscience began to whisper in his ear.

“Let’s see,” She said more to herself than anyone else. “There always seems to be something missing…”

Without missing a beat, she felt two hooves latch onto her flanks, making her eyes widen. Before she could taunt him further by asking what he was thinking of doing, he did it. Her vagina spread wide open as she felt a very thick, stiff piece of meat surpass her labia and even felt the midring squeeze through. She was very, very wet already and he passed through her defenses without warning. Her cheeks flushed very deeply and a very long, moaning breath escaped her lips.

“Chocolate Chips! You savage st--aaaahh-lion!” She moaned as she leaned her head against the counter and took him all the way to the base of his horse cock.

“Was this what was missing?” He whispered to her. He teased her as he stayed in that position, unmoving. She quivered at his position inside of her, now her plans to make a salad were severely compromised. She felt his entire being inside of her and could feel every muscle, every edge and rough surface. It seemed to fit inside of her like a key in a lock. Such an attribute could only be felt like this, and she loved that he teased her like this. It made her feel like they complimented one another like two halves of a whole.

“Yes.” She admitted quietly as she turned her head and kissed him full on the lips. He kissed her back as they pushed their lips so tightly together. Her hoof came up to his cheek, and he took that to mean she was ready for him to start moving. Overall, she was, but it still took her by great surprise. He began to push inside of her hard enough to move her chest almost up against the counter she leaned against. The impact sent little sparks into her brain and she moaned ever louder with each passing moment.

His hooves caressed her torso, over her stomach and her chest fluff. They explored downward more to her mound which was stretched a bit by his own manhood. With one little tip of his hoof, her started to tease her clitoris and this caused her to squeak a bit every time his balls touched her crotch. He hilted into her over and over again. He was hitting all of her soft spots and she couldn’t even protest that he wasn’t playing fair. She didn’t want him to play fair, she wanted him.

“B-breed me!” She finally managed to say through her grunts and his rippling thrusts. They were now making a mess on the tile. Their translucent juices began to collect in a puddle beneath them. She could very clearly hear the dripping, even through all of the noise in her head. Before his orgasm was triggered, hers sprouted through her system. Then she felt tremendous pressure as his cum forced its way through her cervix and drenched her in such a warmth that she couldn’t possibly resist. Her head laid down, and it was only then that she noticed the knife she was using to cut the vegetables. It was leaning quite close to her. With a tired hoof, she slid it further toward the wall and directed the blade opposite of her. Even in her elated state, she knew the safety rules.

Then there came another splash onto the ground as she was flooded completely. The notion of cleaning it was not occurring to her, though. In that moment, she was prepared to let the mess sit for a while anyway. That was not even considering the smell it was going to leave. His semen had the very unique quality of smelling like frosting. Anyone in the living room or even the main hallway leading to the bedrooms could smell the potent stench of love juices intermixed with cake icing, along with the sweat.

“So, ummm…” He said with a bit of hesitation. She hummed her question to him while the afterglow was still clutched around her senses. “I wanted to go for a picnic today.”

It seemed to come out of nowhere. She blinked back at him with an incredulous smile and a bit of an awkward laugh. Her panting had dulled down to a normal, if not somewhat deep breathing. She thought as best she could about it and shrugged.

“Sounds fine with me. I guess since you’ve been milked, you won’t hit on me too hard in the middle of the park.” Spitfire said this, and almost stopped herself midsentence, but it was too late. A devious grin crossed his face and she raised an eyebrow. “You’d better be careful.” They both chuckled, but then came the moment where his erection began to exit her. She pushed back into him with a small pout. This caused him to kiss her on the lips, very deeply. The passion of the kiss sent butterflies into her stomach and she held the back of his head with her hoof.

His tongue slipped into her mouth and she caressed it with her own. They couldn’t help but love each other all over again with freshly revived intensity. She turned to him and closed her eyes as they wrapped their arms around one another. The bright brown stallion ran his hoof through her amber and orange hair which she had not yet styled into flames. He knew he was one of the very few who saw her without it. Even in the Wonderbolt shower room, she rarely washed her hair, opting to do that in her private time.

He chuckled a little bit as he very softly broke the kiss, looking into her eyes. She gave him a puzzled look and he winked. Chip walked into the master bedroom to go clean up. Her befuddled face suddenly had a realization. She looked down to see there was still the puddle they had left. Her face grimaced as she looked back after him.

“Hey, mister! Get the mop!” She said this and he gave a hearty laugh.

By some miracle, they had chosen the perfect day. The morning was warming up a little bit but there was still a good chill in the breeze to alleviate some of the sun’s rays. The park was almost empty except for a few trotters going about their own business. The main body of the park was completely deserted, and they set their red and white plaid blanket down in the middle of it. Spitfire placed the basket in the middle of it. She’d went ahead and finished the salad she was preparing before she was… interrupted. He made a few sandwiches to go along with it, put in some grapes and apples along with a few bottles of water.

Chip went into a green patch in the middle of the park and started to look around as she began bringing out the plates and preparing each of them for the two to eat. At first, she wondered what he was doing, but then she looked down at the patch in the middle of the grass and smiled. He would never get over that little tradition he liked to perform every time he had the chance. It took him a moment, but then he grunted his approval as he picked one single green stem.

He returned to her. With a kiss on her lips that she returned, he placed the four leaf clover between her ear and her fiery hair. Normally, she called him a bit of a dork, but this time she let it slide with just a little nuzzle between their snouts.

“So, some friends of mine can’t seem to stop reminding me that they framed our picture in the paper.” Chip said as he pulled up his plate and took a bite out of his sandwich. She exasperated a tiny bit.

“Yeah, it’s still mounted on the Wonderbolt training room wall. I still get flak for it on occasion.” She recalled that ridiculously embarrassing picture of Chip on top of her. The paper didn’t even attempt to put context with the picture. No matter how many interviews she did concerning her relationship with him, there were always those ponies with their minds in the gutter. It wasn’t a small kiss… but still!

“Well, we do have it in our photo album.” Chip snickered, remembering her reluctance to put it there, but ended up agreeing.

“Under protest.” She shot back at him with her tongue sticking out. Then she pulled her own sandwich up and took a bite.

“Still, you can’t deny that we look pretty good in that picture.” Chip caught wind of her stink eye. “It just feels like a lifetime ago, when it’s not even been a year.”

“Yeah, it has been a while. That was a wonderful vacation.” She giggled and recalled the time she finally got up the guts to bring him to her hotel room. He did not disappoint. Then she started thinking about taking some more time off. She barely used up any of her leave days on that little outing, so she still had an excess.

“I know, I was thinking the same thing. Maybe we could--” He started to say, but then noticed a pink pony trotting up the small grassy hill to get to them.

“Hey, guys!” Pinkie Pie said in her normal, bubbly manner. “Wow, this is a good day for a picnic isn’t it?” The perpetual smile on her face never seemed forced, and Chocolate Chip always wondered how she did it for so long. Even with the use of less muscles, it must have gotten tiring.

“Hey, Pinkie.” Chip chuckled a bit. Spitfire noted a small bit of disappointment in his tone. “How’s Sugar Cube Corner managing?”

“Oh, it’s great! We’re still trying to come up with your cookie recipe.” Pinkie let out a cute little giggle again. “We’ll find it out some day!” The pink earth pony almost drove him to insanity, trying to get his cookie dough ingredients one day. It took a big effort to finally get her off of his tail. Not to mention the several dozen she ordered in order to taste them and trace where the flavor came from. He’d gotten her nearly sick with how many she ate all at once. Chip made sure she drank enough milk to fill her belly further so she went home like a sluggish mosquito that was too fat to fly.

“Hey, Pinkie.” Spitfire waved when she finally finished her sandwich. The two of them had a pretty good relationship. After all, she’d witnessed her save Equestria more than once along with Rainbow Dash. “Got anymore friendship stuff to take care of today?”

“Ooohhh, yes I do!” Pinkie said, then pulled out a scroll checklist that rolled onto the ground and a full foot away from her as she checked it. “Now I can cross picnic off my list!” She squealed with glee as she pulled out a quill and cross it off. “Next is a bake off! Chip! I need to duel you!”

Her sudden tonal change was a bit jarring as she scowled toward him with unknown intent.

“Wait, what?” He said as she got face to face with him. “Bake off?”

“Yes! It’s time to face off against the party pony herself!” She patted her belly up to her chest and her face. Then she put her hooves on either side of her head and cracked her neck from left to right. Both Spitfire and Chip grimaced at the audible snapping sounds.

“I don’t know, we kinda had the day off, and announcing a bake off sounds a bit overboard. So I think we should try it some other t-” Chip looked back to Pinkie to see she already had the megaphone. He very quickly put his hoof on it and lowered it down. “Fine, we can do it, but no crowd.”

“Awww, fine!” Pinkie sighed with a bit of disappointment, but then brightened back up immediately. “We can use sugar cube--”

“We use my shop.” He grinned. “It has everything we need for cookies. Including my ingredients.”

Pinkie didn’t seem like the type to poach his recipe, but Chip wasn’t about to take any chances. She thought for a second, then started to vigorously nod at him.

“Okay, I guess I’ll be the impartial judge.” Spitfire said, drawing looks from both of them. Even Chip was a little hesitant at the idea. She was his marefriend, afterall. “I know how to be impartial, Chip. How do you think I decide who gets into the Wonderbolts? I don’t go for people I like, I go for whoever gets the job done.”

Chip and Pinkie looked at each other for a moment. Then Chip shrugged as Pinkie nodded in her lively manner once again.

“With that being said,” Spitfire grinned at the two of them, spreading her wings. “Seeya at the shop!”

She took off with a flap of her wings and bolted over toward the cookie store. The two earth ponies glanced at one another. Before Chip even got three trots in, Pinkie bolted and began to zoom straight out of the park. The brown pony sighed and rolled his eyes. He heightened up to a gallop.

Got to Hurry

Chip’s shop only had a few customers. The late morning crowd just before lunch was a small one, but he recognized his regulars immediately and waved to them. Pinkie was quick to bring out a great deal of ingredients from the back. Cookie Dough was already warned of this. Chip’s sister was watching the store that day, and was more than happy to agree to let them have their little bake off. She looked to the front of the store to see her brother, all sweaty and walking slowly toward the back.

“Well, hey bro. I heard you decided to have a little competition. What brought this on?” She asked as he got behind the counter and leaned his head against it, gasping for breath. “You gonna live?”

“I’ll live. As for what brought this on? Bad decisions and timing. I was kind of looking forward to a day where I didn’t have to bake so many cookies.” Then he looked at the counter as Pinkie put two of everything on it. She perfectly lined them up with each other and spread them evenly over the bar.

“Well, good luck. It looks like Pinkie’s taking this a little seriously.” She called his attention to the obsessive compulsive way the pink pony was setting up the bottles, boxes and bags for the two of them.

“Okay! From the word go, we have thirty minutes to bake a baker’s dozen.” She said, entirely too loud for his taste. Now the three customers in the store began to pay attention. The interest on their faces made his heart sink. “Spitfire will try both of them chased with milk and decide which one she decides is the superior baker!”

The tiny crowd’s “ooooo” pretty much solidified the fact that they were staying there to watch. Spitfire trotted over to him and nuzzled his cheek, wiping the sweat from her nose and handing him a few paper towels. He wiped his brow and looked at her. She gave him a little kiss.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked him and he nodded.

“I’m just not really big on competitions. This seems a bit more like a publicity stunt.” Chip said as he finished wiping off his face and throwing away the towel.

“So? You could always use the business.” She said, but they both knew that ever since his picture was in the paper with her, his store had thrived. He sold so many dozens of cookies every week, he had to boost up his stock just to meet demands. “I mean, it couldn’t hurt.”

He chuckled a bit, and then looked to see that Pinkie was sitting at the outside of the bar, her tail wagging to and fro as she waited. He looked to see she had taken all of his ingredients and categorized them according to size, importance and function. It was actually quite impressive.

“I think Chip’s got this, what do you folks think?” Cookie Dough said as she watched from the register with a big smile on her face. Chip turned around as he saw not three but eight people in his store now, and they all began to clap their hooves against the ground.

He furrowed his brow a bit and walked over to the large assembly of stuff on his bar. He looked over to Spitfire, who raised a lowered hoof toward him and tamped it downward a bit. She gave him some quiet reassurance and he nodded. Then she raised up her hoof to both of them.

“Bakers, on your mark.” As Spitfire said this, Pinkie ducked down in a ready position as if she were in an actual race. Her cutie mark in perfect view with its happy balloons on a bright pink flank. Her big curly, darker pink hair bobbed back and forth as she readied herself in a wiggling motion. “Get set.” All the sudden, Pinkie’s readiness turned to anxiousness. Chip raised an eyebrow at this. “And go!”

Pinkie became a blur as she got the flour, milk and all of the other mix-ins to put into the bowl. The chocolate chips and cinnamon were plopped into the bowl and her spoon went to work. Everyone looked at her in awe, but then looked over to Chocolate Chip.

He was also going quite fast, but in a much more ordered, disciplined manner. He calculated each measurement to its utmost without wasting any time on unnecessary movements. His arms moved deliberately and precise. While Pinkie was making a holy mess of her space, Chip put everything back in its place without even thinking about it. Spitfire had never sat down and watched him work before. With this skill and precision at his disposal, she wholly believed he had been doing this for quite some time. He wasn’t going as fast, but it was obvious, he was not going to miss the thirty minute mark.

Neither Chip nor Pinkie needed to look up the amounts they needed for a baker’s dozen. Both of them had it etched in their brains through extreme repetition. He even had time to put all of the dough into a funnel sleeve, and squeeze them out onto the baking sheet after buttering it. Each cookie blob looked exactly like the other. Even the chips looked like they were in similar spots.

Nowhere near the halfway point, both of them already had their cookies in the oven. Pinkie put hers in, followed very closely by Chocolate Chip. The crowd went wild as this happened! Pinkie put on a big smile as they cheered on. Then she looked over to see Chip’s somewhat disgruntled expression. Before she could question this, he looked over at her baking space and nodded toward it. It looked like a tiny tornado had gone through it backwards.

Pinkie blushed at this and went over to clean up her stuff while the cookies baked. Chip checked the timer to make sure he hadn’t over estimated for the extra cookie. Then he turned to Spitfire, who looked at him as if she’d seen him start glowing.

“How did you… Have you always… how?!” She asked him as he trotted over to her table and raised an eyebrow.

“Did you expect me not to know how to do this?” Chip asked with a chuckle. She gave him an annoyed glance and he nuzzled her a little. This made her smile and nuzzle back.

The timer went off, drawing his attention back to the cookies. He trotted over to his oven, and so did Pinkie. With speed and precision, he flipped the cookies off of the lubricated sheet, and onto a large white plate. He studied them and determined which one was the most shapely. No one else in the room could really tell a difference between any of them.

Both Pinkie and Chip put their plates in front of Spitfire, who looked at the two plates with a smile. All eyes were on her as she looked at them, smelling them both with a smile on her face. The yellow pegasus decided she shouldn’t hold anyone in suspense, so she picked up Chip’s first.

She took one bite, and as if out of nowhere, she remembered in full detail her first happenstance of coming upon this little shop. Spitfire, better known as Flicker Flame at the time, had tried one of his cookies and almost jokingly asked her to marry him. She looked back at that day with a smile as she ate the rest of the cookie.

“That’s going to be tough to beat.” Spitfire smiled at him, then at a very nervous Pinkie. She put her hoof on the pink pony’s cookie and already knew something was off. She shook it up a bit and the weight felt entirely too much like a strong center of gravity.

All eyes were on Spitfire in that moment as she knocked it against the table. She blinked, looking at Pinkie, who suddenly had a long, mortified face.

“Ummmm, Pinkie? Did you even add milk to the recipe?” She asked, making Pinkie freeze up.

“I added too much flour…” Pinkie said, remembering she noticed it, but then went ahead and did it anyway. “Oh no! I have failed!” She dropped to her knees and raised her hooves in the air. “Oooohhh noooo--oh well! At least I got some of yours to eat!” She suddenly perked up and grabbed three of his off of the plate and started eating.

Chip looked very unamused, blinking at her three times and tilting his head. “You did all of this just to get free cookies.” He didn’t so much ask as he deduced. Pinkie simply smiled at him and sat at the table with a mouth full of cookies. “You have no shame, do you?” Pinkie smiled once again and shook her head.

Spitfire wore a similar expression. Then she shrugged and pointed to Chip. “Chip is the winner.”

All three of them wore shocked expressions as there were now somewhere between forty and fifty ponies cheering for Chip! After all of that, they began to make orders, and Cookie Dough looked to Chip for a helping hoof. He rolled his eyes, looked to Spitfire, who nodded, and put on his apron.

The day had turned into evening before the two of them finally opened the door. As thanks for helping her own, Cookie Dough gave him the next day off. He wore bags under his eyes. He hadn’t seen that many people crowding his store since his Hearth’s Warming sale last year. The ponies just kept coming into the store, wondering how the contest went. Ponyville wasn’t exactly known for its size, so word spread fast. He’d probably made more sales than he would have in a week. It just so happened to be their day off. Such great timing seemed to be his constant luck.

Asking Spitfire if she could take the day off tomorrow was a big no-go. She had a lot of training to overlook as their new recruits were coming close to graduating. This annoyed him, but only a little bit. He was too tired to be too overly angry at this unfortunate happenstance. Not to mention, the business was really nice.

He plopped onto his couch, his bangs going down to his eyes as he let out a horse sigh.

“You gonna be okay?” Spitfire asked as she went to the kitchen to make some tea.

“Yeah.” He said in a very unenthusiastic voice. “I have tomorrow to rest it off.”

She put the kettle on the stovetop and turned on the burners as she walked back into the living room and got onto the couch. She laid down on top of him, straddling his flanks and rested her head on his shoulders, nuzzled up to his neck. He hummed his approval as she began to rub his back and sides.

“You work entirely too hard for your own good. Maybe the success is a bit much right now?” Spitfire whispered to him as her hooves did their work. He gave this a thoughtful hum, opening his eyes to slits as they looked at her. He looked deep into her auburn eyes and smiled. “What’s got you in such a mood? I’ve seen you tired before, this isn’t your way of dealing with it.”

“Well, I had plans for today and they turned up to just about nothing in the long run.” He closed his eyes again and sighed. Then he looked at her, a bit of worry in her expression. He smiled and nuzzled his cheek to hers. She returned the affection and gave him a little kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.” She whispered and rested against him.

He looked off to the side toward the living room in a deep train of thought. He figured his plans weren’t completely ruined. There was still a tiny bit of sunlight, though it was pushed all the way down under the horizon. The night was still young and he could make the most of things as they were. Maybe some food would help serve as a romantic setting for their special little day. It was a pretty good thought. He would just need her to get off of him in their very comfortable position.

He turned back to her and she released a long, quiet snore. Chip blinked when he saw her eyes closed. There was a tiny smile on her face as she drifted off into a deep sleep. He blinked again, then sighed. It wasn’t long before he did the same.

She was already gone by the time he woke up. His joints ached and his head was still swimming as he got off the couch. Chip remembered vaguely that she had stopped beside him in her Wonderbolt gear to kiss him on the cheek before she zoomed out the door and toward Cloudsdale to commence a new day of training.

There he was, in a big empty house with the whole day to himself. His first thought was to try and complete his Spider-mare game 100%. Then he thought that maybe he could go get breakfast first. Chip checked the time, it was just after seven. That’s when the thought occurred to him. At first, he hesitated. He knew that their role call was at seven thirty. Wait, no. It was going to be late today! That’s right, they had their early morning training before role call in preparation for the graduation ceremony!

Without a moment to lose, he got his saddle bag, took the quickest shower he had ever performed and he zoomed out the door. There weren’t a lot of people on the streets, but whoever was there stared at the earth pony who galloped with a purpose past them. Airheart had just opened her air balloon rental, and he made sure to pay her extra for a short notice flight.

Within ten minutes, he was lifting off the ground in that beautiful red balloon up toward Cloudsdale. He was going to make this day special, even if it killed him! Before Airheart could even ask him, he got one of the potions out of his saddlebag and poured it onto himself. His visage glistened with magic, allowing him a day of being able to walk on the clouds. Since he made such frequent visits to the cloud city, they decided to go ahead and get a stockpile of them for convenience sake and just in case of emergency.

Finally, they leveled with the clouds as Airheart put in just enough fiery air into the balloon to dock onto the port that she would tie the rope to. Before she even got a chance, he leaped onto the platform and started to charge ahead.

“Thanks!” He said back to her as he took off running. Clouds lessened the impact on his hooves, and he felt an extra spring in his step. Above all else, he only wished he had wings for this little errand. He looked at the time as he passed a clock standing in the middle of one of the roads, 7:45 am.

“Alright, cadets!” Soarin said as he rounded up all of the fillies and colts in their reserve program. Many of them excited, but most of them were more nervous than anything as they gathered in the yard. They knew the final trials were ahead, and this could mean the difference between going home empty handed, and going home with the medal that signified their acceptance into the Wonderbolts. “Line up and get in formation. The Captain is on her way to give you your final briefing as cadets.”

The blue pegasus looked at them all, judging them on appearance. All of their manes needed to be regulation. Their uniforms needed to be straight with no wrinkles. The ribbons they earned thus far had to be in the proper sequence as well as the proper position on their chests. Everything needed to be just so, or they were going to lose points. None of the officers liked to dock points for something so silly, but it was regulation.

The ice blue pegasus, Fleetfoot came out to help him decipher each and every one of their uniforms until they were certain they got it all right. She traveled the line of cadets, even inspecting the cleanliness of their wings.

Every breath caught in their throats as Spitfire came out. Her whistle around her neck, her sunshades on and her uniform full of medals from her experience. They stood as still as statues when she came out and did her own inspection. In her mind, she was impressed at how well they did their clothing, even thought about complimenting them, but she held her tongue. The training was better when she looked somewhat unimpressed, but impressed enough not to take away from them. It was all a mind game to help sharpen them. So far, it seemed to be working.

Soarin and Fleetfoot stood off to the side, having completed their rounds as she did her own inspection. Then she stood off to the side along with her two assistants.

“Not going to lie to you, cadets. If you picked any day to show off your real skills, having held back in the past, today is that day. I want to see every single one of you in full form! I will accept nothing less than 110% from every single one of you! I don’t need to tell you the importance of today, because it’s already been laid out flat. If every single one of you wish to graduate tomorrow, today will determine which dreams come true.”

She went back in front of the cadets for one more sweep in front. All of them looked in tip top shape, from what she could see. They looked awake, aware and read--- She stopped as she reached the end of the line. The pegasus pony cadet at the end of the row tried her very best to keep her bearing as much as she could, but that was very hard when a brown earth pony stood off beside her. He was sweating from every crevice of his body. He was winded like none other and barely able to stand.

“Chip?!” Spitfire asked, taken way off guard. She straightened up just a little bit in the eyes of the cadets and stifled a smile or any sort of excitement.

“Chip! Bro! What are you--” Soarin whispered to him as he approached. Chip held up his hoof to stop him, nodding his understanding. He tried to get here before the roll call, but apparently he didn’t calculate that they just did roll call whenever they felt like it. It was 7:50 and they decided to go ahead and do it anyway.

“Spitfire, we kept getting interrupted yesterday and I never found the right time.” He said as his breath was finally getting back to normal. His heart still pounded in his chest, though. “The day was over before I knew it and right now is the best time I could find to do this. I got tired of waiting.”

Before Spitfire could even ask what he was talking about, her bearings went away completely. Every one of the cadets widened their eyes, as did the officers overseeing them. Chip produced a black box a tiny bit bigger than his hoof and opened it to produce a ring. The ring was sized to her hooves and bared three diamonds of the same size. Each of them were clear cut and the size of a ladybug. Between them, twining around them was a clover with a long, winding stem. In the circle of the ring, there was an etching “Chocolate Chip & Spitfire Keeping The Flame Alive.” It was a rich, dazzling gold ring that made her heart flutter and began to bring tears to her eyes.

“Spitfire, will you marry me?” He asked with a meek smile, and held the ring case out to her closer. This only made the tears stream down her cheeks harder. The sobs came slowly as she held out her hoof to him.

“Yes.” She attempted a smile, but the emotions were too much for her in that moment and it only made her lose what was left of her bearings. He took the ring from the case and put it around her hoof.

This caused everyone to lose their military faces and cheer for them. All of the cadets squealed and shouted as they began to jump. Even Soarin and Fleet whooped and hollered as the two of them embraced. They met in a kiss and nuzzled into one another.

“You’re sweaty.” She said through her very soft sobbing and tears. This caused him to chuckle and hum his agreement. It was clear that neither of them cared.

Spitfire didn’t even care if the training started a bit late that day. All the sudden, ponies who were off that day were coming in. Rainbow Dash was one of the first, even though she had to travel all the way from Ponyville to come and congratulate them. It took a big effort to pull herself away from Chip at that point. However, her duty as a Wonderbolt was paramount right then.

Chip assured her that he would be home when she came back.

He was, indeed, at home when she came that night. He’d prepared a meal for the both of them and dimmed the lights. They didn’t talk much when they ate, mostly because they couldn’t stop staring into each other’s eyes. The food was good, but before either knew it, they were kissing and holding one another again.

They worked their way to the bedroom, still attached with a strong bond as he laid her down. Even as he slid inside of her, it didn’t interrupt their passionate kiss. It was unlike any love they had ever shared before then. He worked her slowly, giving her small pecks on the lips as his face met with hers. She breathed in steadily as his manhood massaged her from the inside. He was very stiff and his midring caressed her g-spot to the point of redness appearing on her face.

“I can’t believe you did that today.” She whispered to him with a small smile. Then her eyes closed tight as they could as he picked up a faster pace. "It was-mm!-so romantic!"

"Just think about the wedding day." He whispered in her ear as he went even faster. The thought of wedding bells, her dream dress and joining her lovely stallion in bonds forever caused her senses to go crazy with joy.

That wonderful feeling overtook her and her pink, wet lips clenched around his long shaft. She squeezed him without even trying and he gritted his teeth as he spread his seed deep inside of her. She panted hard with every soft thrust he gave her. Her cheeks were flushed and her sweat made a spot on the sheets in perfect formation of her flame like hair.

They didn't speak. They didn't need to. They laid on their sides, facing each other with their loving gazes until they drifted off. They were already exhausted by the time they got home. That wouldn't stop them, though. They felt like nothing could ever stop them. Whether that was true or not didn't matter in the least. Every fight they had, every doubt and anything that would put a fly in their ointment seemed ten million miles away. Everything that truly mattered was right there, sleeping the night away. Together.