Jet Force Twilight

The bold speech of Spitfire sank into each present mind. It gave the ponies something to aim for beyond their loss. Twilight Sparkle felt none of it, she didn’t even feel anger anymore. All she felt was emptiness. It stayed with her the rest of the day, all the way up to SS Anubis and the sleeping barracks. She thought she remember all the times Spitfire and Shining Armor tried to get through to her, but all she could see was Fluttershy’s angry face.

Can you see what you have done, Twilight?!

Twilight knew what she had done, but she also knew what Fluttershy really meant, but knowing so did not mean that she understood, and Twilight did not understand. Twilight knew her hatred was hurting her friendships; which she had read in a book meant anger that stayed on one target and feed itself without logic or reason. Yes, Twilight knew what hatred was, she knew that it was destroying her, but why could she not understand? Why did she still imagine how good it would feel to have Mizar breaking under her hoof?

Twilight raised her hoof and touched her face. She felt the protruding skin along her bloody scar. Twilight thought she would never be rid of it.

Can you see what you have done, Twilight!?

“Twilight?”

Twilight looked up. It was Fluttershy, outside of her day dream this time. Behind her stood Pinkie Pie.

“Fluttershy.” Twilight said.

Fluttershy galloped up to Twilight and folded her hooves around her.

“Twilight, I’m so sorry! I just felt so… Angry!”

Twilight saw Pinkie Pie standing behind Fluttershy. Her curly hair was fluffy on top of her head. She gave Twilight a half smile while rolling her eyes, hearing Fluttershy cry for the fourth time that day. Pinkie Pie knew it was no laughing matter really, but she still though she might give Rarity a run for her money at this pace. Twilight felt like smiling to, but not for that reason. She felt relief knowing that Fluttershy wasn’t mad at her anymore.

“Thank you Fluttershy.” …Knowing you have been honest with me only proves what a great friend you are. The remaining speech of the princess of friendship hanged in the air. But as things was now, silence was more of a friendship mender than Twilight. Fluttershy couldn’t help but to look slightly bewildered at her. Twilight continued.

“How is Rainbow Dash? I can’t imagine how sleepless the Wonderbolts must be after what happened to Surprise.”

The yellow pegasus didn’t want to seem rude.

“She’s in chock. I will head back to her again. I’m sorry I smacked you Twilight.”

“I sort of needed it. I never imagined you being such a hard puncher, Fluttershy.” Twilight nudged Fluttershy’s flank.

Fluttershy didn’t know if she were to be flattered or horrified by that compliment, but she was relieved that Twilight was able to joke about it. She gave her the sincerest smile that she could muster.

After Fluttershy had left Pinkie Pie stopped by the doorway. She closed the door and turned to Twilight.

“I heard you earlier. Is it nightmares again?”

“Not really, more like daydreams.”

“I never told you Twilight, but I had a nightmare too, not so long ago.”

“Really?”

Pinkie Pie joined Twilight on the bedside. She told her about the dream she had when she turned into Pinkamena Pie in front of Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake. Twilight shuddered.

“Urgh, and I thought my nightmare was awful.” Twilight had to strain herself not to think about when her nightmare turned into a wet dream about Pinkie Pie. She had no intention of starting a romance now, nor make a complete fool out of herself.

“That’s just the thing, Twilight. I had that same dream again, just recently.”

“You did?” Twilight asked surprised.

“Yes, but this time, it was no nightmare.”

Pinkie’s blue eyes sparkled like the sea. Twilight felt herself sink into it.

“Why was it no nightmare this time?” Twilight felt her voice trail away.

“Because of you.”

“Me.” Twilight wasn’t asking.

“You were in it.”

Twilight’s face relaxed. Her eyes filled with lust. “You were in mine to.”

Pinkie Pie leaned forward, but to Twilight she felt that she had always been the same distance from her. “Shall we try?” The sea whispered to Twilight.

Twilight felt the warm breath of the sea hit her face “I’ll try.” She said and kissed the sand. No previous decisions mattered, it all came naturally. Her breath shifted to her nose. Twilight removed her mouth and looked at the sea again. Pinkie Pie closed hers and joined again. Twilight had not kissed this way since foal years.

Pinkie Pie had almost been married and had experience. She kept it simple, not to pushy. After a minute of kissing Twilight started talking.

“Was this…Your…Dream?” Twilight asked

“Be braver… And I… Show you.” Pinkie Pie replied. Twilight moved closer. She laid her hooves around Pinkie’s neck. She let her tongue go inside her mouth. Pinkie Pie moved in and gently pushed Twilight into the bed.

“This was.” Twilight wasn’t sure if she had said the last part or Pinkie had, but it didn’t feel at all like the dream.

A sweet dream is always the sweetest when it begins and quickly fade out in sweetness when it ends. Making love for real is the opposite - At first it feels odd, out of place, even disappointing. - Pinkie Pie knew this from her previous romance with Starlight. She knew she needed to be bold but gentle, maintain the rhythm but feel Twilight change hers, keep Twilights expectations up but not rush, talk to her but not converse. She knew she was excited about Twilight being new to this. She fed it with questions.

“How does this feel?” Pinkie simply kissed Twilight while laying over her. She let her kisses move behind her ear. Twilight answered with a hum, then with a word.

“Yes.”

“Just hum.” Pinkie Pie said softly. Starlight had been the driving part when they had made love. Pinkie Pie knew she needed to teach Twilight.

“This?”

“Hm.”

Pinkie Pie knew it was working when Twilight picked up the pace and her breath became heavier. After doing this for a minute she reached down her front hoof. She enjoyed hearing Twilight gasp when she pressed it further inside her.

“Was this your dream?” Pinkie asked.

“Mm.” Twilight answered no.

“What did I do to you?”

“You where...” Twilight moaned.

“Yes, Twilight?” Pinkie’s usually high voice had a dark core of a lover. “Are you on the brink?”

“Almost.”

Pinkie Pie eased her rubbing so not to make her come to early.

“Tell me, was I nasty or nice?”

“I was just standing in my room, and, ah…”

“Yes, Twilight?”

“You walked up behind me and fucked me.”

“Just like that?”

“Yea… Fucked me… hard.”

Pinkie Pie leaned forward. She used her wet lips to kiss Twilight passionately. “Your dream has great taste.” Pinkie Pie used the back and forth rhythm to pull out, allowing Twilight to turn around. She kept the rhythm going while she hurled herself on top of her.

“Got that bubble of silence?”

“Yea.” Twilight moaned. She recognized a handsome deepening in Pinkie’s voice. “Agent Pinkie?”

“Show me your magic girl, you’re going to need it before I’m done with you.” 007 said masculine.

A small sparkling sound - That was all that could be heard if one were to stand inside the barrack. Twilight had no idea how Pinkie Pie was able to make her feel like she was being penetrated by a giant cock, but somehow she managed. Twilight wondered how high she screamed in the end, but she was willing to bet that the entire cruiser would heard if her horn hadn’t been active. Twilight’s orgasm made the bubble of silence flash before disappearing. The bed covered in sweat as Twilight made herself comfy sideways. Pinkie Pie was still laying over her belly.

“Ah… Pinkie.” Twilight breathed.

“Yes?”

“You fuck me better than my dream.”

Twilight heard her lover of the night let out a jittery laughter. Exhausted, Pinkie Pie made herself comfy inside the warm embrace of Twilight’s hooves. They barely said anything more that evening, but minds did race before sleep would fall inside the barrack. Twilight had never had sex before, but it wasn’t at all how she had imagined. She recalled the time when Discord had brought VHS tapes from another human dimension. Twilight had thought love was kind of like in those human movies. In them the newly met couple had simply barked into their apartment, sucked lips, breathed ‘ah’ and before they knew it they had their eyes closed in bed, rubbing their bodies against one another while seemingly automatically being in all-time high, much like how things was automatically great in a dream.

Twilight positioned her head on the pillow and buried her muzzle inside Pinkie’s curly mane. She felt her sleeping body move up and down. Twilight smiled and kissed her on the neck. This was all Pinkie’s doing. She had put the effort in. She had been the reason Twilight’s life had become better than the dream.

Dust swirled up around the ship. The roaring sound of the engines stopped, ending its recent landing with a hissing sound. A group of drones marched up and formed a corridor that lead up to the vessels opening doors. The first thing that came into view was two of Mizar’s red elite ants. In-between them the space dictator himself hovered. The flying robot looked out over the gathering of blue ants. He could see that some of them was shaking. Pathetic, he thought.

These ants had been built by Mizar to never feel any fear, but he also wanted them to be smart and tactical if they were to stand a chance against the humans. This quest for battlefield brilliance had given the drones the ability to think ahead, which in time had resulted in them developing fear for the future. This made the entire project for intelligent soldiers a waste of time Mizar thought to himself as he opened his chassis compartment, brought out his gun and killed one of the ants that was shaking, not as a punishment, but because he simply did not bother. The other ants looked nervously at each other before regaining discipline. Mizar contained his urges to waste another drone for his tired amusement. He’d rather have thousands of ants slaughtered by the humans that one coward.

Mizar remember the time when there had been a group of special ants. These ants had simply raised their bug arms and surrendered the moment they were faced with an enemy. On top of them being designed to cowardice, these special ants had been yellow colored. They had, without any form of subtlety, been created as a joke, a passive aggressive way for Mizar to show his disappointment about being forced to accept his drones having fear. It amused him that the Gemini warriors sometimes had been forced to kill these ants, despite the fact that they were surrendering.

The rain was pouring down over the planet of Ichor. Mizar hovered past the dead drone and proceeded along the line. He heard the water hit his chassis. His eyes gave a flash of red. Once again, he managed to contain the urges to kill another drone. Oh, how he hated his pathetic robot body that Twilight had given him, this shell that once had belonged to Floyd, a petty servant. But as things was now, Mizar had no choice but to roll with it. The spell that Twilight had put on the magic rock inside him only allowed minor changes to his design.

Mizar studied all the barracks and military facilities around him. Unlike Mizar’s palace, Ichor Military Base had been in business ever since Barry built him. Even after Mizar was defeated by Juno the base had been a holdout for drone remnants. Now it was the main capital of his galactic empire. It was shitty, granted, but it would have to do. Mizar’s palace was just to exposed for Mizar in his current form. He was still vulnerable, despite Twilight’s alicorn magic and his robot doubles. But Mizar was convinced that this new subtle approach would take him much further than last time this conquest was underway. This time Mizar would be sneaky and tactical, not obvious and stay in a palace where the Gemini Squadron could simply bark in and use Tri-rockets on him like they were going out of style. Tri-rockets was a devastating Gemini launcher that fired three rockets at the same time, causing massive destruction.

Speaking of someone going out of style, or rather, some-mole. Mizar wasn’t good at wordplay, but then again, neither was the ponies. As far as Mizar knew, this fat git with a tailored black costume and golden necklaces hated ponies, or maybe that was only what Fernando wanted Mizar to believe? The large, two-legged rodent had bulgy eyes with dark pupils. His youthful brown fur had started turning gray a long time ago. He had four claws that should be big and blunt by all the digging for a mole at his age. Instead, this spoiled ego had trimmed them down and painted them black, adding a tinge of glitter. He was holding his golden watch while shaking it frantically.

“Is this thing on?!”

Fernando’s voice was hoarse and had a rusty core, probably the giant weight of his fat belly pressing down his poor vocal chords. Mizar subdued his desires to grunt.

“I know I’m a little late.” Mizar admitted, then almost adding. To my base!

“Isn’t it like when an excavation hitting a lake when your belongings stop working?” Fernando turned his mole face and looked at Mizar. “Especially when you paid so much money for them.”

“I did not kill Diamond Geezer.”

“No, of course you didn’t.”

“Let’s get inside.”

Mizar was getting ready to lead Fernando into a private room. Before he was able Fernando cut in front of him.

“You’re right. Let’s go somewhere where your drones, paid with my money can’t hear us.”

Mizar’s eyes gave a small flash of red. He wanted to tackle this mole, rake his head off and put it on a spike, but Mizar knew that Fernando were right with his sarcasm, this was as much Fernando’s army as his. Mizar reluctantly followed the mole into a meeting room. He told his guards to stay outside before closing the door. Mizar immediately went to his point.

“I was there. He was murdered by a white unicorn that goes by the name of Rarity.”

“Now, that’s a rarity.” Fernando joked and coughed into his arm pit. His belly twisted in pain from all the smoking he had done over the years. One day this will claim my life. Fernando thought to himself while he grabbed another cigar from his pocket and lit it. The smoke curled into circles above the rodent’s head.

“He was a real dick that metal can, but he being dead is a reeeeeal setback.” Fernando sailed upon the word.

Mizar did not know what to say. He now regretted admitting being at the scene. “Listen old grit, I saw the unicorn stab Geezer.” Mizar lied.

“You saw? You were there? For what reason?”

Mizar’s eyes gave a sudden flash of red. “I was TRYING to warn him of Twilight!”

“I respect that, or, Geezer would have respected that, if you hadn’t failed to kill Twilight Sparkle in the first place.”

“We talked about this Fernando, I’ll HANDLE it!”

“You’ll handle nothing, our partnership is over.”

Fernando looked around the room. “Are there by any means a bottle of Goldwood whine around here?”

“Help me or not, that is your decision earth digger, as long as you keep your end of the bargain.”

“…And give you a share of the income from my mining operations that we agreed upon long ago when you were still intimidating? Relax robot, a mole brother always pays his debts, no matter how small they are.”

Mizar’s eyes lit up. “I don’t need your money to toss you into space.”

Fernando gave a smug laughter of incredulous. “You toss me into space? Please, keep going with your threats robot, I rarely find reasons to laugh out here.” Fernando arrogantly snapped off the burnt top of his cigar onto the table in front of him. “Now, did you have any liquor here, or do I need to brew my own?!”

Mizar hesitated before reluctantly opening his chassis and bringing forth a bottle of Essianian Vodka and a glass. Fernando sat down on the couch, poured himself one and immediately swooped it. “It’s nice to see you again old buddy.”

“We may have started off as buddies, but then you failed me by cooperating with the Gemini Squadron.”

Fernando rose his arms incredulously into the air. “Are we bringing this up again?! I told you, I made a judgement call. You lost your palace to those siblings and that dog. Then you went crazy with that asteroid thing, a move that was going to kill you in the progress, leaving me with no friends. I can’t make business with a nut job!”

“Fair enough, but we had a bargain then, either way.”

Fernando lowered his cigar. His smiling face dropped slightly. “Are you questioning my loyalty to you now?”

“No, but just like the Gemini Squadron was our common problem then, Twilight Sparkle is our common problem now.”

“So, what? You need me to lure her into the open?”

“I need you to help me get through to Juno. He doesn’t understand that it is in all our interest that she is taken care of.”

“Right. Because she gave you that magic stone.” Fernando poured himself another glass and drank half of it. “But see, this is what I don’t understand old boy.” Fernando leaned closer to the flying robot. “Why did you try to kill Twilight Sparkle in public? She considered you a friend.”

“Are you getting soft on me?”

Fernando let out a smug laughter. The smoke puffed out of his mouth and circulated above his head. “Friends are important, granted, but it’s much more important to be smart. You could have lured her into a private room, just like this one, and assassinated her without anyone noticing.”

“The chance of me getting away with that would have been next to zero anyway, despite, I needed to send a clear message to the ponies of Equestria that anyone who stood up against me would be put down without mercy. And it worked, so far the other ponies have backed down from entering the war.”

Fernando grunted. His face twisted in mistrust. “Please! Don’t tell me you’re that naive?! It’s only a matter of time before the ponies start bringing their magic into the fight, and with your pony ex-girlfriend seeking revenge against you that time will come sooner than you think.”

“Haha, very funny. While you’re joking about me and Twilight you are about to lose the loyalty of the humans, all because of your mistreatment of the Tribals.”

“Ahahahah.” Fernando’s laughter was calculated and flat. “You’re a funny robot Mizar. ‘Mistreatment of the Tribals’” Fernando mirrored diminishing. “The Tribals mistreat themselves. Both them and the humans should consider themselves lucky I have supported them this far.”

“Right.” Mizar said darkly. His eyes glowed of red. “You’re supporting them.”

“I’m a business mole robot. You should know that by now.” Fernando was completely oblivious of Mizar’s fury. “Do you know who else I am supporting…?” Fernando looked at his glass. He spun it and watched the vodka inside circulate. He swooped it.

“Hurgh…You.”

“You told me our partnership was over.”

“I overreacted. I will help you get to Twilight, no problem.”

“With your contacts it should be no problem.”

In that moment the door into the private room opened. Five blue ants entered the room. Three of them were each holding a tray with vegetables and fruits.

“Ah, finally, my well needed cooling. Here, bring it here!” Fernando motioned the food like a husband did his lover. Mizar’s ants approached him from both sides and put the food within reach of the rich mole. Fernando grabbed a salad while nudging one of his claws at the ant. He pointed at Mizar.

“Kill him.”

The blue ant raised his rifle. Mizar artificial eyes diminished in disbelief before his world flashed of blue.

Mizar felt himself sail through an empty void while his artificial soul slowly swam back into consciousness. It only felt like a second had passed when Mizar opened his eyes again. He felt his last piece magically attach to his metal body due to Twilight’s alicorn magic.

Mizar found himself lying on the floor. He used his robot arm to hurl himself back up before going back into hovering. He was still inside the same private room where he had been shot by his own bloody drones. Fernando was still eating. Mizar’s personal body guards was still present in the room. They were pointing their guns at Mizar.

“Hurg.” Fernando grunted with his mouth full. “Awake again? You see, that’s what I have always perplexed me about your lot - Every dictator always thinks that just because they have people that are loyal to them they are not touchable when it comes to money. All of you are simply too full of yourself to realize that all it takes for me is one phone call and you won’t be able to show yourselves in this galaxy again.”

Fernando stopped eating. His smug smile remained, but his pupils gained a dark core. “Don’t ever second guess my private affairs again.”

Mizar made his way outside with an unusual feeling of humility inside. He didn’t even think about the brutal reprimand he would give to his body guard that shot him. Of course, Mizar did not trust Fernando one bit about him luring Twilight to him. He is more likely to make a deal with her. Mizar thought. He hoped that his hit-squad would be more successful this time around and put an end to this problem, once and for all. Otherwise he would probably need to shoot another drone.

The air blew through the steel pipes below the pegasus as she flapped her way through the inside of SS Anubis. The enormous plasma reactor hummed with a sound that vibrated the whole room. Fluttershy did feel vibrations inside her alright. She felt a moment of hesitation as she landed on a catwalk. She closed her eyes and blocked her hasty thoughts.

This was it. This was the time she would either tell Rainbow Dash exactly how she felt or be rejected and just forget about everything. Fluttershy knew she needed to do this. Surprise was dead, the Wonderbolts was in sorrow and Twilight was devastated. These ponies needed Fluttershy as a faithful friend, not as a silly fool, living in a childish fantasy of a filly romance. Fluttershy raised her wings and prepared to take off. She halted when she spotted a patch of rainbow behind a generator and some metal crates. Fluttershy thrusted herself airborne. By the time she rounded the crates Rainbow Dash had already sensed her. She smiled at her and greeted.

“Hey, Fluttershy. I was looking for you.”

Fluttershy landed. She felt her heart give a jolt. “You where?”

She studied Rainbow Dash’s garnet red eyes. They were filled with worry, granted, but they were also filled with expectation, and love.

“I know you love me.” Dashie said softly.

Fluttershy felt her breath stop. Her wings remained slightly raised. Not only did her life pass by: Her entire future did, a future with Rainbow Dash by her side. She felt her entire being fill with happiness, a huge smile form on her face.

Rainbow Dash walked forward, her eyes staying wide open. Fluttershy felt herself sink into them. She leaned forward to meet them. Rainbow Dash laid her hoof over her mouth.

“I’m sorry Fluttershy, but I don’t.”

Fluttershy’s smile remained, but her happiness halted. “You don’t want me to kiss you?”

“It was a movie Fluttershy, nothing more.”

The yellow pegasus felt her happiness plummet and hit the bottom of her stomach with a thump. Her wings slowly lowered at her sides. She did not blink, did not turn away. She did nothing.

Rainbow Dash was not good with emotions. She did love Fluttershy, but only as a friend. “We can still be friends, Fluttershy.”

“Yes.” Fluttershy answered statically. She didn’t even know what she said, her mouth moved without her permission. “Rainbow Dash. I love you. I want to be with you forever.”

Rainbow Dash shook her head. Her face formed in mistrust. “Now you’re just being crazy.” She spread her wings and took off. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Rainbow Dash was gone, but Fluttershy kept staring at the same place. Her eyes were stuck between having all she ever wanted and a life without meaning. Half of her smile still hanged on her face. Her brain was numb. She was to absorbed to notice the blue ant that snuck up behind her.