Spitfire: Just a Normal Date

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.