Returning the Flame
Chapter 1: Igniting the Flame
By: Duelist96
The sun arced its way up into the sky, shining its warmth and light over Cloudsdale and her denizens. In the middle of the sleepy city was a cloud home where a young colt was already awake and alert. In the bathroom he stood, inspecting his jade green coat for any wrinkles, especially in his bright, cyan mane. On his flank rested his recently earned cutie mark which was drawn as two crossed, yellow lightning bolts.
This colt in particular was a special one. He was a unicorn living in Cloudsdale, a city made for pegasi, by pegasi. His father was a unicorn as well. If the blame belonged to anyone, it was him. He had never met his father since he had left after knocking up his mother and never even bothered to keep in touch.
Speaking of his mother, the colt took a quick gander at his clock before nodding his head. Already showered and cleaned for the day, this specific early morning routine of getting ready as quickly as possible was drilled into him by his mother. Knowing that she would be awake soon, he left his cozy bedroom. Entering the kitchen, he grabbed a few power bars and stuffed them into his saddlebags and strapped them to his back. Not long after that, his mother’s loud voice rang out.
“Flash Step, are you ready?!” his mother called out, her drill instructor tone shaking the house.
“Yes, mom, I’m all ready to go!” Flash shouted back, leaving the kitchen and heading to the front where the second floor stairs and doors were.
Flash glanced up at the second floor landing to see his mother coming down. The early sun shone from the window near the landing, giving her orange coat a shiny, radiant look and Flash couldn’t avert his eyes as she walked down. Her naturally windswept mane bounced as she trotted quickly down the stairs; the yellow stripes emphasized by the sunlight. Most ponies often said her mane looked messy and unkempt, but he would have told them it stayed like that no matter how many times she attacked it with a brush. Her orange eyes possessed a fierce, fiery glare that never faded. On her flank rested a blazing, feathered wing.
Flash trotted over to his mother and rubbed his cheek against the side of her neck affectionately and she returned the gesture. Many ponies were intimidated by his mother, but only because they’ve never seen her outside of work. They see his mother as big and bad “Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts”. But to him, she was simply “Mom”.
Flash then pulled away from his mother, grinning up at her as she ruffled his mane.
“Ready to go, kiddo?” Spitfire asked with a warm smile. One that only Flash has ever seen.
“Yeah.” Flash nodded happily, shaking his thoroughly packed saddlebags. “I’m all set.”
“Good, because I’ll be damned if we’re ever late,” she said, ruffling his mane once more.
The two shared a quick laugh as Spitfire slipped on her jacket hanging near the front door. Upon stepping out, Spitfire made sure their front door was locked. Burglaries were hardly an issue, but it helped her sleep at night. Happy that their house was secured Spitfire kicked off from the ground and floated easily in the air, wings flapping at a steady pace. In most cases Flash Step would be off for one of his lessons from Princess Twilight Sparkle, but strangely enough, he had the full week off from school due to “personal reasons”.
So instead of leaving him alone in the house all day, Spitfire decided to bring him along. Although, he didn’t exactly protest and gladly tagged along. It was a much different experience to be with his mother during the day than the evening. He never mentioned it, but he could tell there was a drastic shift from her chipper mood in the morning, to her lethargic, apathetic counterpart.
He never fully understood this occurrence during his childhood and even more so now. Flash knows how hard his mother works to provide for him and how she puts himself before her. Hell, he couldn’t recall the last time she went on a date since the move to Cloudsdale. There were times that Fleetfoot, one of Spitfire’s underlings and practically his second mother would come by the house for a “special visit”. He didn’t understand what they meant until later on, but these visits only seemed to bring his mother out of her funk for so long.
“Be safe and make sure to watch out for other pegasi,” Spitfire said, quickly nuzzling her son.
“Don’t worry, mom, I’ll be there in time,” Flash said, smiling up at her.
“Make sure to find a classroom to study in and I’ll see you during lunch,” Spitfire said in the tone she uses on her teammates, but with a hint of playfulness. Flash could only shake his head at his mother’s antics.
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am!” Flash replied, saluting goofily, prompting a scoff and roll of her eyes.
Shaking the last vestiges of sleep from his mind and body, Flash watched as she took off gracefully into the sky. Given his lack of wings, she’d have to carry him to the academy, but of course he’s too big now. However, he soon discovered his incredible talent to run as fast as a flying pegasus. His horn ignited in a yellow aura as he focused the spell on his hooves. A familiar crackling sensation emanated from the bottoms of his hooves as he converted his magic into light energy. A few moments passed and his legs felt lighter than a cloud, which signaled to him that the spell was ready. Opening his eyes, a grin crept its way across his expression. He lowered himself into a sprinter stance, digging his hooves into the pliable surface of the cloud. Then, in one moment, he shot off like a flash of lightning.
“Whoo!” Flash hollered as he speedily galloped over the clouds, jumping here and there to avoid small bumps in the road. Combining his lightning magic and a cloudwalking spell into this made getting around on clouds so much easier. The cloud houses of the sky were a blur, the world around him seemingly moving in slow motion. His legs moved faster than a normal pony’s ever could, and the magic of the spell propelled him forward at incredible pace. Although, this spell did have its limitations and it still needed improvements. He’d need more hooves to count how many times he’d crashed through a wall. Not to mention the exhausting after effects. Nevertheless, it cut down his travel time.
Soon, he reached the Wonderbolts Academy and entered through the front. Knowing his mother would be busy with new recruits, paperwork, and team practice until lunch, Flash took shelter in an empty classroom.
He set his saddlebags on the first desk he saw and began to unpack. He pulled out his writing utensils and books while chewing on a power bar. Several times he had been caught studying in these classrooms by one of Spitfire’s teammates, specifically Rainbow Dasha. Or Crash, as she was known. And of course, she would laugh and call him an egghead for daring to actually study. Despite her friendly chastising, she was one of the only ones here who didn’t treat him like a foal. She even went so far as to help with his homework a few times, most of which involved learning aerial techniques that Spitfire made him learn. All of which he was grateful for. Even though his mother assured him that everything was fine for him not being born a pegasus, it still felt unfair that he couldn’t fly with them.
When he was younger, Fleetfoot would give him rides on her back. He cherished those days greatly. The air nipping at his face as he got to experience the euphoria and excitement of flying high in the air. But now that he was too old and too big for such activities, he was content watching them from the sidelines during his free time.
Flash sighed heavily as he got back on task. He always had a habit of daydreaming. Pulling out another power bar, he slowly snacked on it as he resumed working. Minutes rolled by as he worked in peace, his homework nearly completed. Setting his quill down, Flash leaned back and let out a groan of satisfaction as he stretched his back. This time, he had to work on his own homework from school.
He looked around the room, noticing the several wrappers of the bars he’d eaten while he worked. Sparing a glance at the clock, he was relieved to see that it was lunchtime for everyone at the academy. As he cleaned up the collected mess, he made a mental note to return back to his homework and polish it to his professor’s liking. Once everything was packed and no trash left anywhere, he strapped on his saddlebags and left the classroom.
His hoofbeats were loudened by the hard, tiled floor and they echoed across the hall. As he headed for his mother’s office, the place he thought she would be, he pondered about who might not be around. His mind returned as to the reason why his professor in Ponyville had to cancel classes and wondered if Rainbow Dash had to take a leave of absence as well. Both lived in Ponyville, so it made sense that they would have to take a break at the same time.
He also knew there wouldn’t be any problem for her early leave. From what he had seen from Dash, she is a fast learner. So if anything, there wouldn’t be too much trouble during practice sessions. As he continued towards his mother’s office, he continued thinking of who else might be missing. The only ones that came to mind were the reserves, but other than them, everypony else should be present.
Turning a corner, Flash spotted her office and quickly trotted up to the door. The other Wonderbolts should be eating together while his mom stayed in her office. Sighing heavily, Flash knocked on the door lightly. It was silent for a moment as he stood idly outside. He reached for the door again when he heard a faint murmur, which he recognized as his busy mom’s distracted “enter” command, and he let himself inside.
Upon entering, Flash was greeted with the familiar sight of mountains of paperwork. He gently closed the door behind him before trotting off to the side. He could hear Spitfire shift in her favorite chair, mumbling to herself. Flash had seen this state of his mother many times over the years. It always pained him to see all that work on her shoulders. Awaiting for her acknowledgement, he marveled at the many photos and awards his mother earned during her fillyhood.
A smile graced his features as he spotted the picture of a young Spitfire standing on the highest pedestal with a gold medal around her neck. Next to her was Fleetfoot with the silver. They were the only pair of pegasi that Flash could pick out easily. Fleetfoot’s arctic blue coat stood out vibrantly with her warm fuchsia eyes. Through the black and white of the newspaper, he could barely make out her cutie mark, which was a silver horseshoe inundated in yellow flames.
Flash placed a gentle hoof on the picture, relieved to see how happy and proud his mother looked. He couldn’t remember the last time she smiled this brightly. Turning around, he saw that his mother had stopped working and was now stretching in her chair. He hated himself for it, but he stared at how her lithe frame was complimented by the toned muscles of her barrel and legs. The suit left nothing to the imagination and made Flash feel even more guilty for secretly checking out his mother.
Everything that other colts say about his mom, especially about the way she looks in her flight suit, he managed to ignore them. To him, he only saw her as the proud Captain of the Wonderbolts. Now, however, he couldn’t ignore them any longer, especially when he saw how Misty Fly, his insanely cute foalhood crush, looked in her suit. It might just be the hormones setting in, but he knew that his own mother looked better than her.
Shaking his head of the steamy thoughts, he noticed she’d stopped working and smiled at him. He returned the smile with a grin, grabbing a chair and bringing it up next to her. When he sat down, he was quickly wrapped up in her embrace, her feathery wings tickling his back. Flash didn’t fight back against her advances, and enjoyed the warmth she spread over his body and soul. She nuzzled his mane, sighing happily with him burying his nose into her chest.
The two stayed locked together for a few moments before finally parting. Spitfire was quick to give him a quick peck on the cheek before settling back on her chair. She tousled his mane again, sneering playfully at him. Flash could smell a faint hint of alcohol on her breath, but it wasn’t strong this time.
“Did you finish your homework?” Spitfire asked as she hopped off her chair, stretching her limbs.
“I’m almost done,” Flash responded, struggling to avert his eyes from that inadvertent show going on in front of him. “I’ll have it finished later tonight at home.”
“That’s wonderful,” Spitfire said happily, using her wings to balance herself as she trotted over to her fridge.
There was a chance she’d drank more than usual, but at least she wasn’t stumbling around. Waiting for her to return with their lunch, Flash set his saddlebags on the floor and scooted closer. It wasn’t long before an open tupperware plate with plastic utensils in it was placed in front of him. A second one with a plastic fork followed suit with a glass of soda. He waited patiently as his mother rounded the desk and took her rightful spot behind it. A leafy green salad sat in the plate with all his favorite veggies and some fish for extra flavor. Flash’s mouth watered as he inhaled the aroma of the appetizing dish.
“I take it Fleetfoot treated us?” Flash asked with a small smirk.
Out of all the Wonderbolts, he considered Fleetfoot family. He loved spending time with her a lot, and he cherished every moment. Especially when she cooked for him and his mother. Flash never understood how she found the time to cook with her similarly busy schedule. Despite that, he didn’t care and instead focused on enjoying the meals and made sure to thank her with a dessert once he was done.
“Of course Fleets made it! You know I’m a terrible cook,” Spitfire responded, playfully sticking out her tongue.
“I showed you that flyer for a cooking class we could have taken together,” Flash jokingly shot back. “Even Fleetfoot offered to teach you how to cook simple meals.”
“And I told you that I can’t bother to have my wingpony and greatest friend teach me something I should have learned early on,” Spitfire retorted, shoving her son playfully.
“You and I both know that Fleetfoot wouldn’t mind taking some time to help you. I mean, she helped you raise me,” Flash said, leaning against her shoulder as he magically spooned bits of salad to his mouth.
“And that was more than I could ever ask for,” Spitfire said, her tone laced with regret.
Flash glanced up at his mother as he ate, who was busy mixing her own salad. He could see their life together flash before her eyes. Every moment his father leaving, to where they are now. Very few ponies ever saw Spitfire at her lowest, and few still have seen what he’s seen. A faint sniffle. Brief rub at her eyes. Then trying to play it off as nothing. He could easily see through the façade and spotted the brimming tears.
Putting down his half-eaten meal, Flash gently embraced his mother again. She placed down her own food, causing his ears to twitch, and it wasn’t long until she wrapped her hooves and wings around him, rubbing her cheek against his head. Her slow breathing tickled his neck as he cuddled up closer to her. A subtle sob, but he didn’t move. He wanted her to know how much he cared for her and how thankful he was to have her.
The two remained silent as they held each other, comforted by the other’s presence. Spitfire took a couple of deep breaths before letting him go completely. She kissed the top of his head again, softly stroking his mane and giving him another smile before going back to her food. She resumed eating with a content smile, humming as she relished in the wonderful flavors of the meal, bringing relief to Flash’s worried heart.
They ate in silence, Flash showing Spitfire some of his completed homework, not that she doubted him in the first place. Satisfied with his finished work, she went to her fridge and returned with a chocolate lava cake.
A healthy diet and good exercise was a key tenet in their routine but some exceptions for exceptional work could be made. Flash grinned as he cut himself a slice and dove into it like a hungry animal. Spitfire giggled as his apparent gratitude and returned to Mt. Paperwork sitting at her desk. With the tedious work she had to do, Flash was grateful his professor didn’t assign him a ridiculous amount.
Spitfire had gotten through at least ten papers before a small alarm went off. Opening a drawer, Spitfire pressed a button and silenced it while Flash finished off the last piece of cake.
Time to go.
After taking care of the dishes, Spitfire helped him strap his saddlebags on. She uttered a brief goodbye and kissed his forehead near the base of his horn before ushering him out. Flash exhaled deeply as he exited his mother’s office, heading back to the classroom he was in before.
She still had much work to do and they wouldn’t be seeing each other until closing time, but thankfully, she’ll be closing a few minutes early since today was a special occasion. Flash couldn’t help the giddy step in his gait as he thought about getting together with the ponies he looked up to all his life. These gatherings were one of his favorite things to do with his mother, and he could barely contain his excitement as he thought about it.
Several Hours Later
Night had quickly come and Flash was standing with his mother outside her regular bar called Clover’s. His ears were perked as he could hear the other Wonderbolts chatting within, the smell of delicious food wafted outside and made his mouth water. Spitfire nudged him with her elbow and gestured with her wing to head in, his tail wagging happily as he trotted merrily.
“Flash Step!” the Wonderbolts greeted, the lot of them wearing smiles as they welcomed their Captain and her son. The noisy atmosphere him full throttle and though he was stunned at first, he couldn’t have been happier. It seemed to be a busy night with the other pegasi occupying the booths and tables.
Flash easily spotted Fleetfoot from the small group since they were out of uniform. Next to her was a white pegasus mare with a poofy yellow mane and tail. She had three purple balloon cutie marks on her flanks and her raspberry eyes seemed to twinkle with joy. She was known as Surprise and is a wonderful pony to be around because of her bubbly attitude like her cousin Pinkie Pie. She always made sure Flash had a smile on his face, and would even sneak him some sweets when Spitfire wasn’t around.
Soarin was near surprise and greeted him with a nod, a smile on his muzzle. Flash noticed Soarin’s wing was wrapped around another pegasus mare who had a light gray coat and a two toned mane and tail of dark blue and light cobalt. A faint hint of her cutie mark could be seen which were heavy winds blowing a cloud. She turned around to look at Flash with her lovely, bright green eyes. Her name is High Winds and Soarin’s current marefriend.
Flash Step quickly galloped up to the bar, and sat next to Fleetfoot. Spitfire took her seat next to him, smiling as she tapped her hoof on the bar table. The bartender was quick to arrive, wearing a smirk as she casually leaned on the table. Her coat was a dark green that gave way to her light green mane and tail. Surprisingly she had it blown back like Rainbow Dash, even though she was a unicorn and never flew. Her eyes were a subtle ocean blue that reflected kindness with a hint of mischief. On her flank was a four leaf clover, and Flash couldn’t hide his smile.
“Wonderful night, Clover. How are you doing?” Flash asked as he swayed a little in his seat.
“I’m doing wonderful now that you, your lazy mothers, and the rest of her riff raff are here,” Clover jokingly replied.
Clover was an old friend of his mother’s and Fleetfoot’s. They grew up together, but soon had to part ways after earning their marks. Fortunately, Clover moved up to Cloudsdale two years before he was born and took over this old bar. After that, Flash’s mother, Fleetfoot, and Clover reunited. Clover was the only other pony that he considered his family, and interestingly enough, she was more of his father figure. She always had advice that his mother couldn’t give, and he was thankful for that.
“Hey, it’s not our fault you keep yourself cooped up behind that bar!” Spitfire shot back playfully.
“Then who would be here to greet you and make sure you get your drunken asses back home safely?” Clover chided, smirking as she grabbed several glasses.
Clover quickly filled each glass with liquid courage and passed them out to everyone. Flash admired how well Clover did her job. She knew what they wanted before they asked because of their frequent visits. However, he was surprised to see a drink was given to him. Staring at the glass for a few seconds, he glanced curiously up at Clover. He frowned as he poked the glass.
“Why’d you give me one?” Flash asked, concerned.
“A little drink ain’t gonna hurt you,” Clover explained with a mischievous grin. “Even for a little colt like you. In fact, your mother was the one who asked me to give you your first drink,” she said, gesturing towards his mother.
Flash looked over at her, obviously stunned. His eyes darted between the glass and Spitfire, wondering if this was some kind of test or trick. His plight was furthered when she smiled at him genially and hugged him with a wing.
“It’s fine, Flash. You’re a big boy now and you can try a few drinks to see what you like,” Spitfire explained, nuzzling the top of his head.
The other Wonderbolts snickered behind their hooves as Flash fought off his mom’s affections. Sure he was glad to have it, but he was about to lose face in front of ponies he deeply respected. Spitfire finally pulled away and giggled, scooting the drink closer to him.
“So what kind is it?” Flash asked as he sniffed the drink, which smelled oddly spicy.
“One of my all-time favorites!” Spitfire said joyfully. “Go on, try it!”
Flash pursed his lips as he stared down the drink as if it was high noon in Cloudsdale. If it was one of her all-time favorites, so that kind of narrowed it down, but he couldn’t guess what it was. He glanced once more back up at Spitfire’s smiling face before stiffening his sinews and steeling his nerves. Squaring his shoulders, he took the glass, and shot it back without hesitating. A mistake on his part as the intensity of the drink burned down his throat severely, sending him into a coughing fit.
It was made worse when the liquid went down the wrong pipe due to his lack of caution. Spitfire laughed, but still made sure that her brave son was alright. She rubbed his back and tried to coax him out of his coughing fit.
“You okay, hun?” Spitfire asked, her voice laced with concern.
“I’m… I’m fine,” Flash responded, a few coughs escaping him before he sat up.
“Probably should have warned you not to do that,” Clover said as she laughed sheepishly. “Especially on your very first drink.”
“What did I… drink?” Flash asked, gesturing at the empty glass.
“That was a shot of Fireball, sweetie,” Fleetfoot answered, helping her friend comfort him.
“Well that was fucking terrible!” Flash exclaimed before his pupils shrunk.
He looked over to his mother, his tail limp as he gave a small gulp as he realized what he’d just said. His mother had stressed the importance of watching his language, especially when around certain ponies. He argued once with her about why she was allowed to swear like a sailor to which she responded by saying because she was an adult. She didn’t care if he started throwing around a few curses once he had grown up, but for now he had to watch his mouth.
“I think I’ll let you have that one as long as you behave yourself,” Spitfire said, nuzzling him as he released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“But what about what you said before?” Flash asked.
“Oh, I’ll still get on your flank about it. You’re still a colt after all. Although, you’ve been working hard, and you’re starting to mature a bit, so I think I’ll let you have a few,” Spitfire explained, her motherly smile never leaving her muzzle. “Just make sure not to do it around your teacher,” she warned, her eyes promising severe repercussions before returning her grin.
“Well I don’t think I’ll be having anymore Fireball tonight. I’ll just have some soda for now,” Flash told Clover.
Clover nodded before levitating over a new glass and filling it with soda. She gave it to Flash and he happily drank from it. He downed nearly half of it before putting it down and releasing a loud belch in front of everypony. He received a few praises and a round of laughter from the present company as they settled in for the night.
Time passed as Flash and everypony else ate and drank their fill. His mothers and their teammates began to look a little tipsy. If the red tints on their cheeks was any indication. Clover herself had helped herself to a few drinks, but thankfully she at least knew her limits. Then again, if the stories that Flash’s mother had told him, she would have drank the whole bar and woke up in somepony else’s bed.
Flash finished off his meal just as his mother excused herself from the table. Flash watched concerned as she stumbled towards the lady’s room. His attention from his staggering mother was pulled away by Clover as she tapped him on the shoulder.
“So, Flash, you still wanna know the name of your deadbeat father?” Clover asked. Several times he’d asked her about him, but she always said the same thing his mother said.
“I do, but you all said I still have to wait,” Flash said, his ears falling with his eyes.
“Well I think you’ve waited long enough. You’ve grown up enough and you’ve at least earned the right to know his name,” Clover explained, leaning close to him with empathy in her emerald eyes.
“Are you sure?” Flash asked, visibly concerned. For all he knew, Spitfire could come up from behind and scold him for asking Clover behind her back. “What if my mom doesn’t want you to?”
“Don’t worry, Flash,” Clover said, laughing. “I wouldn’t step on her tail like that.”
“I mean… I guess?” Flash said with uncertainty. Deep down he wanted to know, but he was still not sure if Spitfire would be okay with it. Suddenly, Fleetfoot stretched a wing across his body and he flinched slightly.
“Slick Shot’s,” Fleetfoot said, nearly slurring.
“Way to ruin the buildup, Fleet.” Clover groaned, rolling her eyes and leaning drearily on one elbow with a bemused scowl.
“Fitting name, though,” Flash scoffed, frowning. “Given what he’s done.”
“He is a deadbeat and a bit of a scumbag,” Clover stated disgustedly, but stopped when she saw Flash sink deeper into the chair as if she insulted hm.
“But you’re absolutely nothing like him, Clover said proudly, placing an affectionate hoof on his shoulder.
“Damn straight, rookie,” Soarin said beside him, patting Flash’s head.
“Yeah, you totally didn’t do what he did,” High Winds chimed in, smiling graciously.
“Your father gave Spitfire the old Jizz and Jet,” Clover said, getting the others to join in.
“Totally blew his load and hit the road,” Fleetfoot added.
“You could even say he gave her the skeet and retreat,” High Winds offered.
“It was too bad that he hit it and quit it so fast,” Soarin offered, chuckling to himself.
“Giving a mare such a shoot and scoot is a terrible thing, especially towards Spitfire,” Clover said, giving a small frown.
“Given the fact he was a unicorn, it was surprising that he was able to ejaculate and evacuate,” Fleetfoot said, shaking her head.
“Even bust a nut and off he strut. Although, I would personally bust both his nuts after that,” High Winds said with a small growl.
“Just a smash and dash. He’s lucky Spitfire didn’t go after him or else he’d be in the hospital for life,” Soarin said, shaking at the thought.
“Let’s not forget about nailed it and bailed it. Send me high then leave me dry,” Spitfire nearly growled, her muzzle wrinkled by a deep, apathetic frown.
The whole group fell dead silent as they realized exactly who and what they were joking about. None spoke as Spitfire took her seat, shoulders and head hung low and eyes staring down at the floor. Flash knew she was trying hard not to burst into tears. This happened every time she has had a few. Even the atmosphere in their immediate area became thick with tension.
“Sorry about that, Spits,” Clover apologized, looking around at the others for some help in this situation. “We didn’t mean to-”
“It’s fine, Clover,” Spitfire cut her off, raising a hoof Neither could look each other in the eye. A line had been crossed and they all could feel it.
“Mom?” Flash called out, taking hold of her hoof. She looked up at him. There were tears on the brim, but she held an oddly placed smile.
“It’s fine, Flash,” Spitfire assured, gently tapping his foreleg. “The past is the past. It is what it is and I can’t change it, nor do I want to. You’re my greatest achievement and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” She finished her spiel by kissing her loyal son on the top of his head.
An uncomfortable silence lingered still. Desserts were passed around to the whole group, but some were a little too sauced for cake so they settle for more drinks. Spitfire seemed a little more tipsy now, and Flash was visibly worried, but a wink from her pushed aside some of his fears and he enjoyed the quiet company of his mothers and all their friends.
“Well, that’s enough for us tonight. Make sure you two get home safely, Flash,” Soarin requested as he slammed back his drink.
“It’s been wonderful seeing you again, Flash. Don’t be a stranger, ‘kay?” High Winds asked, wrapping him in a brief, but affectionate hug.
Soarin and High Winds paid their share of the tab before saying farewell once again. Once they left, Flash leaned against his mother who was nearly finished with her last drink. With all the empty glasses near her, he knew there was no way she was going to fly home. Clover began cleaning up for the night and noticed that passed out lump that was Fleetfoot, nudging her once and only receiving a tired groan in response.
“Well, looks like I gotta clean more than just the bar,” Clover grumbled, annoyed. “Think you could get yourselves home in one piece?” Seeing as how Spitfire couldn’t walk straight, she would have to be concerned for them.
Flash noticed her slight sway as she attempted to sit up straight. He had seen her in this state before. So many times he had to lead her to bed. He hopped off his seat and ignited his magic, lifting a half-conscious Spitfire off his shoulder and her seat. Meanwhile, Clover lifted Fleetfoot onto her back who looked pretty comfortable as she became situated.
“Well she looks pretty comfy,” Flash chortled, grinning at Clover.
“You know, if you were older, you’d be surprised to hear about what she could do when she’s like this,” Clover shot back, scoffing with her brows raised suggestively.
The young colt flushed and scowled disapprovingly at Clover’s remark as he helped his mother out of the bar. She wasn’t necessarily heavy, but her shapely form being suddenly pressed against him entirely felt strange, but not completely foreign. Though he’d never mention it to anypony, he felt somewhat exhilarated.
“I think you can keep that to yourself, Clover,” Flash retorted, adjusting himself so that he could stand up straight.
“Suit yourself,” Clover chided winking at him. “Fleetfoot’s quite the mouthful for beginners anyway.”
Flash’s blush betrayed his scowl. He knew about sex, but he certainly didn’t need to hear of the things his second mom does in the bedroom. He puffed out his chest, cheeks burning as he glared at Clover as she stifled a laugh with her hoof. It took her a moment to compose herself and flashed him a wolfish grin.
“You know, one of these days that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble,” Flash shot at her, his glare intensifying.
“What you call trouble, I call a good time,” Clover said, breathily. Her tone tango.
Flash groaned loudly as he chastised himself internally for attempting to engage with her. He gently rubbed his aching temples, trying to purge and lewd thoughts Clover installed in him. It seemed to help a little, but her words lingered as did their effects.
“Anyways, I think I’m going to get us back home before you try and corrupt me some more,” Flash said, carefully guiding his mother to the door.
“Take care, hun, and make sure to head straight home,” Clover said, quickly nuzzling Flash before teleporting away.
It took a few seconds to regain his sight from the bright flash, and when it did, he began ushering his mom towards the exit. Spitfire wavered as she leaned against her son, but he was able to take her outside. He was thankful that she wasn’t too smashed like she usually gets during these get togethers. He assumed that her self-restraint was because of him, although she still did have a good time.
As they strolled down the sidewalk, Flash kept himself warm by staying close to his mom in the night’s frosty air. He listened as Spitfire mumbled incoherently to herself; seemingly lost in her own thoughts. As they traveled further along, Spitfire leaned further against him, the top of her head barely reaching his neck.
Spitfire nuzzled deeper into his neck, and a pleasant chill coursed through his body as she breathed heavily near his cheek. The smell of liquor and beer wafted into his nose. But his olfactories picked up on another scent that floated around the pair. It was one he recognized, but this time it was stronger. The scent was pungent like ripe mangoes, but for whatever reason, he couldn’t get enough of it.
For some reason, it did more than just smell nice. Something deep within stirred. Something that bordered on excitement or even desire. The scent was intoxicating and it drew a thick curtain over his mind. He wanted more of it. The smell was almost arousing, although not just enough for his body to react. He committed the smell to memory, hoping to save it for later when he had some time alone.
Moments pass by and his mother’s weight grew heavier. He could only assume that she was starting to doze off, and was glad to see their house in view. Jostling her a bit, Flash managed to pull his mother out of her daze. They picked up the pace as Spitfire wrapped her wing tightly around him, moving her muzzle away from his neck.
Finally, they arrived home, and Flash carefully closed the door behind them before locking it. Locks seemed pointless here to him since the walls were clouds. The answer he had received was an interesting one as it was meant for him. Apparently during his foalhood, Flash had a bad habit of teleporting items and himself through the door. The lock, when put in place, would create a small nullification barrier and keep him and any other objects from escaping.
Now, though, there was no need for the lock. However, his mother kept it there for reasons unknown. Shaking his head, he turned back to help her up the stairs when their lips suddenly connected. Flash’s eyes widened in shock and his cheeks turned a dark red. He was completely frozen, while Spitfire had her eyes closed. Though she consumed an ungodly amount of alcohol her breath bore a delightful, fruity, and saccharine flavor like the scent he picked up outside. She often favored fruity drinks and his mouth soon began watering from the sweetness. The embrace seemed to be unprecedented by the both of them as Flash pulled away from Spitfire, whose eyes opened. Her hazy eyes blinked in drowsy confusion at how her son seemed to be riled up and breathless. Shrugging her shoulders, she patted him gently on the head.
“Sleep well, Flash Step,” Spitfire slurred blearily as she hobbled up the steps.
“Goodnight, mom,” Flash responded, processing everything that just happened.
He racked his brain trying to find out why he did what he did and what repercussions this could possibly bring about. In the midst of his internal panic, he caught himself gawking at his mother as she went upstairs. Her tail flagged slightly and moved back and forth at an awkward angle, giving him glimpses of what was hidden beneath. Flash quickly averted his eyes. His staring only quickened the inevitable as he felt his length slipping out from his sheath. The sweet scent returned with a vengeance, furthering his arousal.
Giving himself a few slaps to the face, he snapped out of his trance and looked back up to see his mother gone. Sighing in relief, he too went upstairs. Reaching the top he could see his mother’s door slightly ajar, but no light on. Assuming she just went straight to bed and failing to close her door fully, he let it go and headed for his own room. Now inside his own personal space, he closed his door, double-checking to make sure his door was fully closed.
Satisfied that he would have a bit of privacy and warning before anyone entered, he trotted towards his bed. He lifted up one of the corners, displaying his sizable stash of dirty magazines he and a few friends collected. Grabbing one of the magazines, he checked once more to see that his door was still closed. It would be one thing for Spitfire to catch him in his private time, but he’d rather die than let her discover his stash.
Naturally, despite his unicorn heritage, he was insanely attracted to female pegasi, especially those dressed in tight, athletic bodysuits. And of course one of his favorite issues happened to be one that included a saucy photoshoot of the Wonderbolts’ mares. All the mares were in it, even his mother. Even though they were his role models, he couldn’t deny they had wonderful physiques and good looks.
Licking his dry lips, he dropped the mattress back down and hopped into bed. He conjured a small orb of light and it hovered over his bed like a lamp. Even with the moonlight filtering in through his window, he still wanted a clear view of his door in case of a surprise inspection. He leaned back against a pillow, opening the lewd, paper gallery to one of his favorite pages. He didn’t want a long session, so he needed something to get off quickly.
He stared at the mare on the page, her slender legs covered in fluffy, striped socks that matched her blue coat and white mane. Adjusting his seat, he reached down with a hoof, teasing himself as he stared. His breathing increased as his cock slowly slipped further from his sheath. Fleetfoot was easily the second hottest mare of the Wonderbolts, and the way she posed only proved the fact. Her hind legs were pulled up and spread out while her forelegs reached to her marehood.
Her nethers were visible as an agonizingly blissful expression was painted all over her muzzle. He was never able to determine if it was truly her arousal leaking out, but the detail in the photo was enough for him. His hoof continued to tease his sheath before moving down to his testicles, massaging them to further stimulate himself. His eyes began to glaze over as he imagined he was there with her, partaking in the sweet copulation as her sultry eyes begged him for more and to take her here and now.
Flash bit his bottom lip as his cock fully slipped out. Moving his fetlock along his shaft, he grasped it and started to stroke softly. He could have used magic to do the job, but nothing could beat a real hoof. Continuing to stroke himself, he inspected the other page, one with Fleetfoot in a different outfit. She was dressed in her usual Wonderbolts outfit, but this one seemed tighter, outlining everything underneath. She was face down, mouth agape as she raised her perfectly sculpted flank into the air.
He needed no imagination as to what lay underneath her suit as his eyes spotted the tantalizing outline of her marehood and ponut. She was so close, so near, yet so far. His eyes were clamped shut as his nostrils flared. The same musky, sweet aroma returned, causing his engorged erection to twitch in his hoof. Clouds of lust gathered in his head as he let his fantasies run wild; Fleetfoot’s muzzle straining with a look of painful bliss as he imagined she was in this room with him, locked in a feverish tango of ardor. His breath grew more shallow with each passing moment.
The slightest movements would cause her to cry out, and he would follow along every time he pictured it. She would look at him with those purple eyes filled with a ravenous appetite that only he could satiate with his seed. He wanted nothing more than to be there, to fill her to the brim as he ripped off that restraintful uniform. Faster and faster he stroked, beads of sweat beginning their journey down his forehead as he drove himself further into the current. He imagined how tight she felt, how hungry her pussy was for him as he pounded away. Just as he drove himself into her warm depths for the last time, another sound pierced through the walls.
Someone shouted loudly, almost like they were frightened, the sound echoing throughout the house.
Flash’s eyes shot open, nearly jumping out of his hide, he held his breath to stay as quiet as possible. There was no mistaking what he heard. It was from his own mother. His door was still closed, much to his relief, but now he had a bigger problem: why did she scream? His ears stood straight as he strained himself to pick up any other sounds. After moments pass, he was finally able to pick up the sound of desperate moaning coming from the other room.
He regrettably removed his hoof from his crotch and rolled out of bed with some difficulty for obvious reasons. His cock was still erect and wet as he struggled to walk without it moving around too much. He was going to need a nice, cold shower before going to sleep. However, he still needed to see if his mother was alright. Pausing for a moment to calm himself, he carefully hid his incriminating issue of Rustler and dispelled the floating orb of light.
Leaving his room quietly like a mouse, Flash slowly and silently trotted over to her room, only to see that her door was still open with no light on inside. It could have been his wildly vivid imagination, although that notion was disproved when he could hear the sound of heavy, desperate breathing. Flash’s jaw clenched as his teeth dug into his lower lip from the tension. Worry crept into his head as he thought she was possibly hurt, crying, or both. Swallowing his fear, he cautiously poked his head through the small gap.
His worry and fear were replaced with shock and awe. His face burning up as if he was standing in front of a furnace. Flash thought that perhaps she was crying and in need of consolation, but this was something else entirely. He could not bear to look away as he stood glued to the spot and body stiff as a statue. Spitfire laid there on her bed, both hooves shoved underneath her barrel as her tail was splayed all over her back. The sweet scent from before returned with a vengeance, the smell so thick it could be cut. It excited him to no end and his body reacted as such; his cock engorging once more. Watching his own mother vigorously pleasure herself reached a level of wrongness he never before felt, but he didn’t look away. Not for a second.
Flash continued watching, taking in the scent of her arousal and allowing his more primal desires get the better of him. His cock throbbed painfully as he began stroking himself again. Deep down, there was his reasonable side arguing that he should definitely not be doing this. Then another side countered that the magazine wasn’t enough, that he needed the real thing. But spying on her like this was wrong. No, it was right. It felt right watching this gorgeous, sexy mare get herself off in front of him. He took care in keeping his strokes slow, quiet, and methodical, lest he blow his cover. He was so dangerously close to finishing, but that was Future Flash’s problem.
Her ass was raised high in the air, her marehood completely visible. Her wings were spread wide, stiff as they trembled. She panted and moaned as she worked herself over. Her eyes were shut tight, her mind possibly in some fantasy to help her reach her finish. Flash knew that she’s probably been at this for a while given her sweaty body and constant screaming.
Flash closed his eyes and fantasized about Fleetfoot and his mom together in bed. He knew they had been intimate before, and the thought only spurred him on. He imagined them together, writhing in agonizing pleasure, their sweaty bodies entwined. Flash was so lost in his own world that he didn’t notice his mother had stopped moaning, continuing his own ministrations carelessly.
“You going to share that?” A husky voice asked.
Flash’s blood ran cold. Stunned, he gasped loudly and jumped back, his cock twitching painfully once again. He looked up at his mother, her eyes half-lidded as she advanced on him. Flash wanted to move, to cover himself, or to even run away, but the lustful look his mother gave him prevented him from moving. When she was close enough she leaned down and breathed heavily on his rigid cock.
“Mmm, you’re pretty big for your age,” Spitfire said, her tone low and breathy. “Which is good, because you’ll make a lucky mare very happy.”
“M-Mom,” Flash chocked out, his knees quivering as her breath tickled over his erection.
“You seemed to have been enjoying yourself,” Spitfire said idly, pulling away so she could look in her son’s eyes. “Could you do me a favor?”
“W-We can’t,” Flash said, hoping she would see reason.
“Oh we can,” Spitfire scoffed. “But the real question is: do you want to?” Spitfire advanced on him further, reaching under his belly and stroking his engorged cock.
“We can’t or you’re afraid to?” Spitfire asked, a hoof firmly grasping around his member and slowly beginning to pump it.
“I-I mean we can’t,” Flash said through gritted teeth. “I’m… your son,” he said, fighting back his pleasured groans.
“So?” Spitfire asked, never ceasing her motions. “My boy clearly needs a hoof.” She emphasized the notion by teasing his erection some more.
“It’s-It’s not… r-right. What… what would the others think?” Flash asked, closing his eyes in hope to ignore the pleasure. “What if they find out?”
“Then how about you do this simple request,” Spitfire said calmly as ever, her nose pressed against his.
“What?” Flash asked, cracking an eye open.
“Tell me that you want me to stop,” Spitfire requested, expression strangely neutral. “And I’ll stop.”
Flash struggled to breathe. This time he thought harder than ever. His mother held still and stared at him expectantly. The young colt saw fire, yet concern and care behind her eyes. He knew that he could tell her to stop and she would without hesitation. But again there was that burning voice inside him that convinced him this is what he wanted. And once again, this voice prevailed.
“Please,” Flash whispered.
“What was that?” Spitfire asked, her ears twitching.
“Please… don’t stop,” Flash whimpered, his cock throbbing in his mother’s grasp.
“Are you sure?” Spitfire asked.
“Y-Yes,” Flash answered, hoping she would continue.
“You really, really sure?” Spitfire asked teasingly. “Speak in full sentences, Flash.”
“Fine! I need it!” Flash begged, almost shouting at her.
“Good boy,” Spitfire said, grinning salaciously. “Mommy will take good care of you.” Without another utterance, she lowered herself under him and teased his rigid cock with the tip of her tongue. Flash was already near the end of his rope, and his mother’s teasings only made it worse. He wanted her to go further, resisting the urge to grab her head and shove her face into his crotch. But he held still. Allowing her to work on him.
Finally, thankfully, she edged further down his shaft, shoving his tip into her mouth. Flash hissed as she swirled her tongue around his flared tip, the fur on his back standing straight up.
Giving in to his desires, he reached out with his hooves to force her to go deeper, but she easily swatted them away, asserting her dominance over him. She was in charge here, and he was more thrilled than he’d ever been. Flash groaned loudly as she picked up the pace, her head moving rapidly back and forth. He thrust his hips in rhythm with her movements as Spitfire hummed on his cock, the vibrations sent through his entire body.
He was so close now. This time he hoped he’d feel some gratification at the hooves of his mother. His voice failed as he tried to warn his mother of his incoming climax, but to no avail. She seemed to know what he was thinking. Her cheeks grew hollow as she fellated him ever stronger. Saliva slickened his cock and made her job easier. Flash’s teeth clenched hard and his jaw ached. A low growl burned in his throat.
With one final thrust into her mouth the gates finally broke. Strand after heavy strand of cum erupted from his tip, shooting to the back of Spitfire’s throat. He felt her swallow everything as quickly as she could, not a drop escaping her. However it was too much for the tough Captain Spitfire to handle. His seed began to spill out of the corners of her mouth, trailing along his cock.
Finally, she pulled away and a few more strands flew out and hit her muzzle. Gaining back his strength, Flash watched his own essence drip on her face. He wasn’t sure why that turned him on. Her golden fur had a few streaks of white on it and her mouth was wide open. There was still some pooled in her mouth. She smirked before tipping her head back letting out an audible gulp. She opened her mouth again to show all of it was gone.
“Sweet Celestia’s sun that was hot,” Flash stated, his chest heaving as he gasped for air.
“You ready for round two?” Spitfire asked, her eyes burning with lust.
“Sure,” Flash answered confidently.
He tried getting up, but she kept him on the floor.
“You stay just like that,” Spitfire commanded like the Captain she is.
He nodded and stayed down while she stood up. Then she stepped over him with liquid glistening all over her marehood and the upper part of her hind legs. He was shocked to see she was that turned on just from giving him a blowjob, but what shocked him more, quite literally, was when she began rubbing her wings up and down his cock. Initial concerns about his stamina had strangely disappeared, and his erection stood back up at attention for its captain.
She continued to straddle him as she lined herself up. Her vagina was already wet and moist, so little resistance was given as he entered. Eventually, Flash was halfway inside of her, and he threw his head back, eyes closed as he lost himself in a sea of ecstasy. So many times he tried to imagine what this would feel like, but his fantasies could never hope to prepare him for this. In fact, he never thought he’d get this close his own mom. The warmth and tightness was beyond his wildest dreams. He could feel every single contraction as she moved further down his length. She soon reached past his medial ring and stopped in place. Flash cracked an eye open to see her with an odd smile.
“Mmm, maybe this will feel familiar, huh?” Spitfire asked, visibly strained. He didn’t know what she meant, but he had a feeling he would find out.
Spitfire looked down at him with an affectionate smile, biting her lip as she forced herself down on him. The two were locked together and she placed her hooves on his chest for balance. She fought hard to bring him in deeper, Flash’s mind being blown away as her marehood tugged at his length. Growing confident, he grabbed hold of his mother’s flanks and forcefully pulled her down. She moaned loudly in response, gyrating her hips against his as she finally bottomed out. Now that he was completely inside, she raised her hips up again.
Fear crawled into his mind as she left him, tightening his grip to keep her close. Suddenly she slammed back down, totally winding him as she hilted herself. She picked up a steady rhythm, moving up and down slowly at first. Flash met her halfway for each repetition, finally getting the hang of it. Surprisingly, everything about this felt natural.
“Oh, it feels so good to have you back inside me again!” Spitfire screamed, slamming herself down on his entire length. Spitfire threw back her head, moaning loudly for the world to hear as she relished the feeling of him inside her. Her moans spurred him on, his eyes shut as he tried to keep up with his overzealous mother. Another sensation startled Spitfire.
Looking down she saw her son playing with her teats. They had never fully returned to their normal size after his birth, but were still easily concealable. Flash played with her mounds, enjoying their heavenly softness. He enjoyed the sight of her dark orange nipples. His mind thought back to when he was a foal and how she would nurse him often, prompting him to wonder if she’d do so again.
The answer would come later as their lips were suddenly locked again. Though surprised at first, he kissed her back in full. Their tongues pressed against each other as they continued their vigorous lovemaking. On a particularly hard thrust, Spitfire broke their embrace, stunned, yet seemingly thrilled.
“Sorry I’m not as tight as I used to be,” Spitfire chortled despite herself. “It’s… it’s kind of your fault though.”
Flash couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony. She leaned down once more and their lips embraced each other again. They moaned into each other’s mouths, her motions slowed as she continued grinding herself onto him. The fruity flavors from the party lingered in her mouth and he couldn’t bear to pull away.
Once more they stopped their kissing, pausing to look upon each other. In this moment, Flash felt closer to her. No words were exchanged as they resumed moving against each other, their bodies warm and moist from sweat. Every loud slap echoed in the hallway as they stared at each other. Both closed in for a quick kiss before pulling back.
“Who’s… unf… that’s right! Who’s your mommy?” Spitfire asked rhetorically, her eyes glazed over. He was taken aback by her sudden outburst, but continued nonetheless.
His end was fast approaching. The sensible part of him returned, urging him to stop now before another mistake was made. Nevertheless, his primal side forced him to keep thrusting. Meanwhile, Spitfire relished in the moment, her body begging to be filled every time his cock left her.
Flash could feel his cock twitch inside of his mother, and her contractions were becoming more constant. Both continued to slam into each other, enjoying their closeness and unspeakable pleasure they felt. Flash could feel himself leaking inside of her already. She seemed to have noticed this as she slowed her pace to look him in the eyes. Her eyes demanded respect and attention.
“If you cum inside of me, you’re grounded,” Spitfire threatened, brow furrowed
“Ground me then,” Flash responded with a devilish smirk.
He didn’t let up, slamming into his mother every time she came back down. The air around them smelled of sweat, shame, and mangoes surprisingly. His hooves dug deep into her flanks as the edge came ever nearer. They were both gone, the ecstasy and bliss too much for them to comprehend. The sounds of their romp echoed in their cloud home. She could feel his flare starting to expand, her walls stretching to compensate him. Feeling this and her own orgasm approaching, she threw everything to the wind.
“Fuck it!” Spitfire screamed at the top of her lungs. “Cum inside of me! Get me pregnant! Give yourself a new sibling!”
Flash reluctantly did as he was told, even if it was a bad idea. He gave two final, powerful thrusts into her depths and felt his tip flare, releasing everything he’d built up to this point. He couldn’t make a sound as each volley left him, and his whole body going rigid. Spitfire shoved herself all the way down onto him, squeezing her internal muscles to try and coax as much out of him as possible. Meanwhile, Flash couldn’t comprehend what he was feeling, as he wasn’t there, but somewhere else entirely.
Several spurts left him before his body finally relaxed and he settled down. Looking down, he could see that some more of his seed leaking out from her and onto his crotch. He had filled his mother more than he thought and she moaned softly as his cock started to soften. She caressed her lower belly affectionately as slipped off his flaccid cock. She fell down next to him, pulling him into her chest fluff as she kissed his head.
The two bathed in their shared afterglow, breathing heavily as they melted into each other’s embrace. Flash felt the drying cum on her face as she nuzzled him, but he didn’t care. The contented sound she made as she kept rubbing her belly comforted him. They were both in dire need of a shower, but neither could find the strength to move from their position. They decided to just rest on the floor for now, his mother’s wings offering comforting protection as they relaxed together.
Flash could still smell hints of mango in the air, and it seemed to come heavily from his mother. Grumbling a little about having to pull away from her soft fur, he needed to know where this was coming from.
“Mom, can I ask you something?” Flash asked, nuzzling into his mother’s chest fluff.
“What’s on your mind?” Spitfire asked softly, stroking his mane.
“How come it smells like mangoes whenever you’re around?” Flash asked, inhaling the aforementioned scent.
“That’s the scent that I give off when I’m in heat,” Spitfire responded calmly.
“Wait… then that means…” Flash’s eyes opened up in shock as he looked up at his mother who smiled warmly down at him.
“That means you’ll have a sibling,” Spitfire answered calmly, pulling her son back to her chest. Protest built up in his throat. How could she fool him like this? The fact that he more than likely got her pregnant scared him out of his wits. What if she did get pregnant and ponies ask questions? What if the baby came out funny? He panicked violently as he tried to break free from her. He intended to get up and talk some sense into her, maybe even shout. But it was all for naught. Her slowing heartbeat calmed his nervous mind. Though they had just committed an unspeakable act, it felt good. Tonight, he showed his mother more love than his father did. And he’d never, ever walk out on her.
Flash struggled to break out of his mother’s grasp, but she didn’t let go. He listened to her calm heartbeat as it lulled him to sleep. His logical side was worried about what would happen to her if anypony found out about who sired his sibling, but at the same time, it just felt right. He loved his mother dearly and wouldn’t leave her like his father did. Calming down a bit from his panic, he nuzzled in deeper before letting out a heavy breath. He would do better than his father ever did, and he would show his mother all the love she deserves. Left with little choice, he buried his muzzle into her chest, the two of them closing their eyes at last.
“By the way, you’re grounded,” Spitfire said before sleep took them. Although he would lose some privileges, he could live without them. Disappointing indeed, but he’d be alright if he had his beautiful mother to keep him company.
