Floating… I was just floating along in the cold abyss of dreams with only my breathing and my heartbeat to accompany me, then… She came.

At first it was but a spark that first bit at my neck. Then it began to travel up to my cheek nipping at my skin all along the way. The strangest thing about this pain was that it was not unpleasant, rather it was both exciting and alluring to me and it had me urging it to continue and perhaps… increase it’s intensity?

A strange urge to be certain, but not quite as strange as what happened when the teasing spark landed upon my lips for when it did She blossomed into a roaring blaze so intense that at first I had to close my eyes. Yet through the pain and intensity of the heat there was pleasure and comfort such as the like that I had never seen before.

This beast of a flame, this tormentor of a woman had me firmly in her grasps and not for the promise of any wealth, woman, or woe could I be dissuaded from her lips… nor her from mine. The true curse of the matter was that neither one could be without air and without it we would surely perish. It was so that, with great reluctance, we parted lips and looked into each others eyes for what was the first time, though to me it felt like I had known this radiant flame for so much longer.

Even now, with the pleasure of her kiss denied to me, the mere comfort of her touch and warmth of her gaze staved off the pain of the heat. It was then that she opened her mouth to speak, but the cruelest of fates deigned that this was where my dream ended.

“Well… fuck.” I lay in bed feeling every bone and muscle in my body ache with the strain of yesterdays training, knowing full well that there was more to come today and my wings were still giving me near constant growing pains. Yes, I have wings and I’m still not entirely sure of the science or magic behind it, but it all happened when a certain purple pony got overzealous with the experimentation of how various magical reagents and such reacted to a human. It was actually yielding some impressive results from what she told me, but something reacted badly and caused some sort of accident.

Now when most people magically get wings it’s poof “You have wings,” and let me tell you something. There is a very big difference between magic wings that will disappear in time like the ones used on Rarity, the wings one gets from becoming an alicorn like Twilight, and wings that grow out of your back because of a lab accident. Main difference being that the first two don’t cause very painful and major changes to your anatomy over the course of months.

The major change that I have noticed and have been told about by the doctors is that my bones have become more like the bones of a pegasus, which are not quite as hollow as a bird’s but are still slighty different from the other pony races. Now let me pose a question; What does having your bones hollowed out and growing two new limbs (growing pains included) in the span of a few weeks feel like? Well I would have to get very graphic to fully describe what I think it felt like, but at least they kept me unconscious for as often as possible during the worst of it.

Didn’t stop me from screaming until my voice gave out every couple of days apparently, but for me once I put my head back together and started asking questions the worst part was seeing how much Twilight had beat herself up over it. I mean I tried being mad at her, but I just can’t stay mad when a girl cries and she was honestly looking so under the weather that I just ended up letting her cry it out on my shoulder for almost an hour straight. Needless to say that for right now the tests have stopped.

As per my new wings, they were not a medical risk however they were apparently not fully mature by the time I woke up so the princesses decided that I would receive training from one of Equestria’s best fliers so as to get used to my new wings. It was kind of their way of compensating me for the pain I endured and the information that the science/magic committee gained from this huge mess.

I thought that them assigning me to Spitfire would have made my life ten times easier and maybe just twenty percent cooler, (shoot me I deserve it,) but when she heard that I was to be hers to train she apparently took it as, “Turn this recently unconscious flying monkey into a future Wonderbolt.” So that is what she has been trying to do to me for the last couple of weeks, I have been literally flying through hoops and jumping through them as well.

For now, however it was the day of the week for me to have breakfast with the princesses and give a report on how things are going so far. As I walked into the room I noticed that only Celestia was present at the time so I sat down opposite her and waited for the nearby attendants to bring me one of the meals that Spitfire had drawn up since my training with her began.

“So, Icarus. How has the physical therapy been so far?” Celestia asked me as one of the mares in attendance brought me my breakfast. After thanking her I replied, “Honestly Princess it feels more like boot camp than physical therapy at this point. It’s like she thinks that I’m some sort of cadet that she needs to whip into shape.”

“Please, Icarus you have done much and sacrificed much for us. At least in private call me Celestia.” She said as she munched on some sort of pastry.

“Sorry Prin- Celstia. I’m just not used to dealing with high-profile people and besides I haven’t done much at all for you.”

“In the contrary, your mere existence has sparked many intellectual thoughts as of late, you let us perform tests on you that lead to your person being harmed, and through it all you have been pleasant, cordial, and very forgiving to all ponies involved.”

“Oh, believe me I had a good deal of things to say to some of the doctors that were prodding and poking me throughout it all, but since there were ladies present I kept it to myself.” I said putting a bit of a fake posh accent towards the end, getting a small smirk from the diarch.

It was about this time that the diarch of the night walked into the room and sat herself next to her sister, “Good morning to you dear Icarus, how fare thee this morning?”

“Sore, but ready to soar I guess.”

…

…

“Oh come on, that was funny.” Neither of the diarchs said a word. “Fine, it was a teeny bit corny, but definitely not as bad as some of the ones Soarin cracks.”

Luna finally spoke up after drinking deeply from her coffee, “Icarus, have you been sleeping well?”

The question caught me slightly off guard as we had agreed that my dreams weren’t to be intruded upon unless she sensed something big. “Yes? I don’t recall having any overly bad dreams as of late. Why do you ask?”

“I sensed great activity and some turmoil in your dreams so I looked upon your dreams and found you covered in fire. At first I prepared to rush in to put the blaze out, but you did not cry out in pain or fear from the blaze. Although I could not see well through the waves of heat it almost looked like you were dancing with it.”

Feeling a blush making it’s way to my face I decided to try to head to training early, thankful that she could not see the subject of my dream more closely. “Well, we humans have always had a weird relationship with fire. It was probably just some subconscious symbolism or something weird like that. Anyway, I should head out to training already. Have a good day Princesses.”

As I headed down to the training grounds where I was to meet Spitfire, I took a moment to run some cold water over my head in a nearby restroom, “C’mon Icarus, sooner you get this training done the sooner you can stop having weird dreams about your trainer.” With that I headed down to the grounds.

Author's Note

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