Spitfire: Just a Normal Date

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!”