An awfully quiet Spitfire.
Rainbow Dash dreaded what she was about to do.
She was currently walking to Spitfire's office, about to tell her of a problem that happened. She dreaded this because she was probably about to disrupt the calmness of the Academy.
She stopped in front of the door, taking in a breath.
Knock Knock Knock
...
Odd. Normally Spitfire would instantly say something.
"Uh... Spitfire?" Dash called out.
...
Nothing again. No sounds came from the office other than the whirring of a fan.
A small sense of dread rippled up Rainbow Dash's spine as she turned the knob and slowly pushed it open.
"Spitfire?" She asked as she leaned in.
Luckily, Spitfire was there, staring at her. She had her Captain's outfit on, with her glasses put off to the side.
Dash let out a small sigh of relief as she closed the door behind her. "So. Um... how do I put this... there's a problem."
Spitfire stared with a neutral expression.
"It's to do with your uh... Spitfire. Your plane."
Spitfire slightly tilted her head.
Dash took a deep breath in, fearing the worst from this amount of silence.
"So. Um... your plane. Basically- oh sweet Celestia how do I put this..." She took another breath in. "I was checking out the planes. And I um... decided to check out yours. I decided to start it too..."
Spitfire silently stared. Her expression barely changed aside from a slightly deeper frown. Slightly.
"As somepony who has heard the noise before... um... your plane is misfiring."
Spitfire's eyes widened.
"I-I don't know how many cylinders are misfiring, and none of the others know either. Probably because none of the other members know how to work on a Sixteen-Fifty Cubic Inch V12."
Spitfire rolled her eyes. She seemed to sigh as she got up from her desk and brushed by Dash. Dash bit her lip as she began following Spitfire outside towards a hangar.
Soarin was the first to see them approaching.
"Oh! Spitfire! Uh, yeah. So uh, um... plane. Misfiring." He stammered.
Spitfire merely gestured towards Rainbow Dash before walking towards her plane. A Blue and Yellow Supermarine Spitfire.
Soarin and Rainbow Dash watched Spitfire as she jumped onto the wing and into the cockpit.
"You know... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised she wasn't screaming at us." Soarin admitted as the plane started up. Oddly enough, the plane itself was also really quiet. Which should NOT have been possible since it didn't have a single muffler. In fact, there were less than two feet of pipe from the exhaust valves to the pipe end. So the combustion explosions were practically out in the open.
"She hasn't said a single word today," Dash replied. "Even when I told her about the misfire. She just sort of... stared at me."
That left both of them confused.
Spitfire revved the engine a little, instantly noticing a few sounds that were not meant to be. She climbed back out of the cockpit, unfurled her wings, and gently took off to hover next to the engine.
Over the next minute, she listened into each exhaust pipe. She wasn't stupid, she didn't put her head directly over the pipes, but she put it close enough. Through each pipe she went, writing on a clipboard each time she finished listening. Within a moment, she flew into the cockpit and shut off the engine, then flew over to Soarin and Rainbow Dash.
She held the clipboard with a wing as she showed it to the other pegasi, one with twelve circles and some writing on the bottom reading: FRONT OF PLANE
Beside each of the circles were numbers 1 through 12, along with checkmarks. However, the bottom 4 cylinders 1, 2, 11, and 12, had X's next to them.
"So are those the ones that are misfiring?" Soarin asked.
Spitfire nodded and offered him the clipboard, who immediately took it. Without a word, she walked back in the direction of her office.
Dash and Soarin slowly looked at each other with enough confusion to bring down a P-51.
Not a moment later, Spitfire entered her office and was just about to shut the door when Dash appeared behind it.
"Spitfire, what's going on?" She demanded, forcing her way in.
Spitfire stared in confused silence.
"No really, what happened? Why aren't you talking?"
More silence. It was like Spitfire had no idea what Dash was talking about.
A small sense of worry entered Dash's mind. "Can... can you not talk?"
Spitfire shook her head.
"... Uhhhh... ok... alright... um..." Dash eyed the corded phone on the wall. She walked over and picked it up, eyeing Spitfire as she dialed a number.
A moment later, after trying to dial the number several times, Dash gave up and called a different number. Thankfully, after the second ring, the mare on the other end picked up.
"Hello?" Asked a small, soft-spoken voice.
"Hey, Fluttershy. It's Rainbow Dash." Dash replied. She watched as Spitfire sat down, staring with a neutral look. To be honest, she looked kinda cute.
"Oh. Hey Rainbow. Do you need something?"
"Um... yeah. So, something a little weird is wrong with Spitfire. She... can't talk."
"Can't talk? What do you mean?"
"I mean she can't talk. She's barely emoting either."
"Um... ok. H-Have you told Twilight?"
"No. Tried callin' her several times. Probably doing something important up in Canterlot. I was wondering if you could help."
"How would I be able to help?"
"Because you're quiet. And you have a way of understanding animals. Maybe you could understand Spitfire."
"Um... ok. I'm not doing anything right now. So I guess I could head up there."
"Please do. Take your Sunny. Parking is a bit tight today."
"My... sunny?"
"The only other car you own. The hatchback you NEVER USE."
"I use it! Just... not around town. I only use it for long distances."
Dash groaned. "Just grab it and get up here. Please?"
"Alright. I'll be up there."
Dash hung up and stared at Spitfire. Silently. For some odd reason, the more she looked at Spitfire, the more she felt her cheeks reddening. Just something about that neutral sitting pose was so... cute? Why was it cute?
Thankfully, she regained her senses after several seconds. "Um, I'm gonna keep practicing. Fluttershy's on her way, alright? She might be able to help you."
Spitfire continued to stare, silently, as Dash quickly left the office. And there she was, alone. Nopony else around.
She was blushing. She thought. Huh. I wonder what she was thinking.
Fluttershy stepped in front of Spitfire's office door, holding a pair of car keys in her mouth.
I guess this is her office. She thought as she pushed it open.
Sitting at the desk was the fiery mare herself, silently staring and clicking away at a computer.
Fluttershy quietly cleared her throat, getting Spitfire's attention.
"Um, hello Spitfire. Spitfire... Mariner? Right?"
Spitfire nodded.
"Oh. I'm Fluttershy."
Fluttershy closed the door behind her and walked up to the desk, hers and Spitfire's eyes never wavering from one another. She sat down in a chair in front of the desk.
"So um... can you really not talk?"
Spitfire shook her head.
Both mares stared at each other in silence for a moment. It was during that moment that Fluttershy realized she had zero clue on how to handle this. What was she supposed to do? Ask Spitfire why she couldn't talk? Chances are, Spitfire didn't even know-
...
Actually yeah. That was probably the best thing to start off with.
"So um... Do you... know why you can't talk?"
Spitfire shook her head.
"Oh."
Hm. Shoot. There goes that.
After staring for a little bit, Spitfire exhaled. Her voice never came through. She sat up from her chair and walked over to a green rug, stopping and staring at Fluttershy. She pointed at her, then pointed at the window shudders.
Fluttershy looked between her and the windows before getting up and reaching for the shudders, gently pulling them each down. She looked at the mare.
"What are you doing?"
Spitfire gestured for her to come over.
"Oh. Um, ok."
Fluttershy obliged, stopping a foot before her.
Spitfire reached down and lifted the rug. To Fluttershy's surprise, there was a metal hatch.
"What... what's this?"
She watched Spitfire input a code and pull a concealed handle to lift the hatch, revealing a ladder down into darkness. She shuddered.
Spitfire glanced at Fluttershy before slowly positioning herself at the edge. She then jumped and landed about ten feet below.
"Uh, are you ok?" Fluttershy asked.
Spitfire looked up with a smile before using a wing to open a breaker box. After a few flicks of some switches, the lights below flickered on. She looked back up at Fluttershy and waved a hoof for her to come down. Fluttershy shuddered before stepping onto the ladder and using it to climb down, closing the hatch behind her.
Spitfire felt her cheeks turn pink as she watched Fluttershy descend, so she averted her eyes.
Come on Spitfire. Get your mind outta the gutter. Or at least, out of THAT gutter.
Fluttershy reached the floor and turned to face Spitfire. She noticed her slight embarrassment. "Uh, what?"
Spitfire shook her head and gestured for Fluttershy to follow. They walked through a steel bulkhead and shut that behind them, entering a... surprisingly lavish living room.
Fluttershy looked around. It wasn't a particularly large room. Maybe 10 square feet, but there were three other rooms connected. Each door was open. One lead to a bathroom, another lead to a small bedroom with a king-sized bed, and the last led to a storage room stocked full of food and water.
The main room consisted of dark Wonderbolt Blue Wallpaper, a large three-cushioned couch that looked extremely comfortable, a coffee table, and a large bookcase in a corner along with MANY plants that had automatic watering bits.
On the opposite wall was a TV, a few video game consoles with accompanying controllers, and even a surround sound system. With a ceiling fan to top it all off, it was probably the most comfortable shelter Fluttershy had ever seen.
"Bomb Shelter?" She asked with a smile.
Spitfire nodded and put a wing around her, gently guiding her towards the couch. Fluttershy said nothing as Spitfire took off her outfit and sat on the couch, gesturing for her to sit next to her.
Fluttershy hesitated for a second before sitting down. "So, um, why did you bring me down here?"
Spitfire pointed at her, then waved her hoof around the shelter.
"Do I like it? Is that what you're asking me?"
She nodded.
"Oh. Well, of course. It is very comfortable and cozy. Doesn't even feel like I'm in a bomb shelter. Did you build it yourself?"
Another nod.
Fluttershy smiled. "Hm. So um... about you not being able to talk... do you know how long it's been? Since you were able to talk?"
Spitfire rubbed her chin before holding up a hoof and drawing a 1 in the air.
"1 Day?"
She nodded.
"Hm. Do you know um... where you lost it? Did you just wake up silent?"
Another nod.
"Huh."
Fluttershy looked forward at the black screen of the turned-off TV. She had to admit, it was kind of cute that somepony like Spitfire was being all silent. Normally Spitfire would be yelling all the time at the Wonderbolt members. In fact, she heard that in all of Spitfire's career, she had never once lost her voice. What a miracle that was.
That thought made her wonder. "Maybe all these years of you yelling have finally caught... up to..."
She trailed off as a hoof began caressing her hair. She blushed and looked over to find Spitfire looking at her.
"Uh, w-what are you-"
She stopped short as Spitfire began rubbing her wing. Her greatest weakness. Her body lost any sense of tension it had as the fiery mare gently rubbed the feathers. Spitfire noticed the sudden change and focused on the wing, putting a hoof around Shy's chest and gently pushing her into the couch.
Fluttershy on the other hoof was powerless to do anything as waves of pleasure overtook her body. She relaxed into the couch and let out a breath, cheeks reddening. She didn't know why Spitfire had suddenly decided on doing this, but she didn't care. She wanted her to just keep going.
Spitfire reached her other hoof around Shy's back and began massaging the other wing. A wide grin appeared on her face as Fluttershy quietly whimpered. She stopped but kept her hooves on the wings.
"Wuh... no... please..." Fluttershy whimpered. "K-Keep going..."
Spitfire bit her lip as she continued, grinning. That little line was all she needed to hear to know that Fluttershy had consented to her advances.
For minutes, Spitfire cuddled the submissive mare's wings, relishing the quiet whimpers and sounds of happiness. It had been a very long time since she was able to do this to a mare, or anypony for that matter. Because of that, she wanted to make it last.
Though, she was beginning to grow tired of caressing the same spots, so she moved a hoof off of her wing and began rubbing behind Fluttershy's ear.
That little change seemed to send Fluttershy into relaxation overdrive. Her body went limp as she leaned over to rest on Spitfire's lap. After a second of surprise, Spitfire shook her head and laid down with the butter-colored pegasus, continuing to rub both her wing and behind her ear.
Fluttershy wanted Spitfire to keep going. Her pace, her rhythm, the location she was doing it, she loved it all. Her mind wasn't thinking about anything except the soothing temptations only rivaled by the spa. Even Discord had never satisfied her like this. Spitfire was putting her through Nirvana.
Spitfire switched her hooves to the opposite ear and wing, further pleasuring Fluttershy. After doing this for Celestia knows how long, she finally had the thought to check on the mare. To her surprise, she was fast asleep.
Woah. I knew I was good, but I didn't think I was THAT good. She thought before smiling. Well, guess I'm gonna be here for a while.
With that, Spitfire closed her eyes and put her wings around Fluttershy, nestling into her soft fur.
So soft...
Fluttershy's eyes slowly fluttered open, the ceiling lights momentarily blinding her. After a moment, she tried moving but found she could not do so.
"What the..."
"I like those who are submissive~" A voice suddenly cooed.
Fluttershy rolled over and came face-to-face with the fiery mare herself. She immediately felt heat rushing to her face.
"S-Spitfire!" She loudly whispered. "Y-You can... talk again..."
Spitfire smiled. "Yep. I mayyy have visited a certain black and white striped Zebra last night. Apparently, I ate the wrong berry the other day when I made a quick in the Everfree."
Fluttershy gasped. "Last night? How long was I out?"
"We were out for more than a few hours." Spitfire cooed. "I really put you through Nirvana, didn't I?"
Fluttershy avoided eye contact. "Um... you did... w-why did you do that? I didn't think a... strong mare like you would... want to do something like that to me..."
Spitfire's smile broadened. "Are you... into me?"
Fluttershy's cheeks reddened even more. "Um, n-no?"
"Are you sure? Because as I said before, I love submissive ponies~."
By this point, the red had crossed her nose. This caused Spitfire to start reddening.
Oh sweet Celestia I know that look. She thought. She couldn't be THAT into me, could she?
"You... but... um..."
Spitfire shook her head. "Should we do it some more?" She asked softly. "I'm sure the Wonderbolts are wondering where we are right about now. Why not make them wonder even more? Might add a little spice to it."
Fluttershy continued to avoid making eye contact, though, after a moment of silence, she nestled into Spitfire's neck. She wanted more. She wanted Spitfire to continue what she was doing last night. She needed it.
Spitfire smiled before whispering. "Yayyy."
Author's Note
I'm beginning to think a lot of my stories will exist only because of impulsive thinking. Really. I built this in my head within half an hour, then spent the next hour putting it into writing. Once again I have wasted time writing a oneshot when I could have been writing my main story.
My loss, your cutesy gain. Here's a... Fireshy fic? Spitshy? Flutterfire? Hmm... I like Fireshy. Sounds nice.
Also, HEY! I REMEMBERED TO SET THE STATUS TO 'COMPLETE' THIS TIME! WOOHOO!
