Spitfire: Just a Normal Date

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.