Ms. Fire, Being My True Desire

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Alright, so, I found out this "diner" was in the damn sky. Above Ponyville. Like, really goddamn high. To not bore anyone with the details at the hour I spent trying to find another balloon, I made it there. Thankfully, Spitfire was just arriving as the balloon was coming near the diner.

The diner was made of clouds, like Cloudsdale, and looked like a common truck-stop diner back home. Yet, I kept seeing lots of ponies flying in and out of the place. Considering it had a massive neon sign advertising it, something you'd see in the sixties or something, I assumed this was more than a normal "diner".

As the pilot landed at the diner, I looked to the pilot to pay him, "Mind coming back in an hour? I assume that's when I'll be finished."

"Sure thing, bub. Two hundred bits for the ride." I handed over a bag of bits and he smiled as he felt them.

"Heh, leavin' me a tip, huh?" He grinned.

"Yeah, why not? I feel good today. Take it easy." I hopped out of the basket and waved to him as he started the balloon and flew off.

"Jeez, what took ya so long?" I turned around to see Spitfire smirking at me. She was wearing a brown bomber jacket. Which is cool, since she's named after a type of plane that bombs stuff.

"Sorry. Had trouble finding this place... Kind of spent an hour reading before I bothered to look. I saw you just fly in, though, so I must be on time?" I chuckled softly and she giggled.

"Yeah, I just arrived too. Glad you were late. Was worried that you would've thought I was sticking you up." I shrugged.

"I would've stayed longer. You're a Wonderbolt, not a normal civilian." I started to walk towards the diner and she trotted next to me.

"Heh, yeah. But, being a Wonderbolt is far more than performing tricks." I only nodded to her response.

Once at the door of the diner, I opened it for her and let her trot on in - keeping an eye on the buttocks of hers. Ah... So glorious... I thought as I walked in behind her.
The diner was like every classic diner I've seen in a movie. A large counter in the middle where people were served coffee or on-the-go food and booths spread out around the center where they can watch people cook. The flooring was checkered red and white, which complimented the booth's red colour. Other than that, the lights that illuminated the place had funky shades to them. They were either long, string-like, lamps coming from up the side of the walls and shining down the ceiling or they were small, fat-bulbous based, lamps with black shades over them.

"Well, this is refreshing." I said, walking next to Spitfire.

"It is, isn't it? Dad used to bring me here when this place was small time. Now, you need reservations to even get in." I looked at her in worry. I didn't reserve anything!

"Don't worry, I reserved for us." She gave me a small wink and I sighed in relief. Close one...

I let Spitfire lead the way. She brought us around the main counter and to a booth that sat along a row of windows. A small card said "Reserved for guests: Spitfire and Anthony". We sat down and a waitress immediately trotted on over to us. Her mane was a dark blue colour with bright blue highlights, along with her coat being a pale cream colour. She wore a sailor-like hat and a red and white t-shirt. Well, the pony-equivalent to a t-shirt.

"Hi! I'm Milky Way, and I'll be your waitress for the evening," she held a bright smile on her face as she handed us menus.

"Would you like anything to drink? We just started serving alcoholic beverages." I look to Spitfire, and she shrugs.

"Sure, why not. Whatchya got?" Milky Way pulled out a small notepad and her eyes gazed over it.

"We have Apple Family hard cider, Griffon Export rum, many types of Coladas available for drinking, and then we have all virgin versions. Other than that, we have sodas and such."

I looked over at Spitfire, who only shrugged again. I guess I choose what we get I sigh.

"Alright, uh, how about some hard cider? Start us off a bit easy. Not really wanting anything fruity right now." Milky Way noted it down as I finished.

"There we go. I'll be back in a few moments. In the meantime, figure out your dinner!" She then trotted off happily

We both decided to look over the menu. Thank God they were dinner menus. I hate restaurants that give you a mix during the nighttime hours. It was filled with many types of food - varying from pony-only to varieties of meat. All things considered, it makes sense, seeing that Equestria does deal with griffons.

"What're you getting?" I asked politely.

"Mmm... I think I'll get a veggie burger. Haven't had one in a while and I think I deserve it." She set down her menu, "what about you?"

"Uhhh... Probably a steak. I think I deserve that. Hope you don't mind." She shook her head.

"Nah, I know a few griffons and watch them eat it all the time. Besides, the cows that offer it do it willingly. They're usually too old to offer anything else." I smiled softly.

Interesting. At least it isn't brutal murder.

"Alright, here's your drinks!" Milky Way popped up and placed two mugs on the table. I jumped slightly when she appeared, though.

"Oops! Did I scare you?" She giggled.

"Yeah. Sorry." I scratched the back of my neck as she pulled out her notepad again.

"So, ready to order?"

"Yup. She wants a veggie burger and I'll take a steak." She wrote it down after I told her and then looked to Spitfire.

"Would you like any sides? Hay Fries? Salad? Soup?"

"Yeah, some fries, please." Spitfire nodded.

She then looked over at me, "would you like a salad, some hay--... Sorry, potato fries or perhaps some soup?"

"Yeah. Salad is good. Gotta balance it out." I chuckled and she joined with a giggle.

"Alrighty! It'll be out soon!" She then trotted off, leaving me alone with Spitfire.

I watched her for a moment and then started to stare off into the distance; I was looking at the decor at the center bar area, mostly watching the flames rise from stoves or food bounce up and come back down. I was pulled away from this as I felt Spitfire's hoof gently press against my hand.

"Whatchya lookin' at?" She smiled.

"The cooks. I find it cool that they can do much of the same thing us humans do." I stated.

"Well, you didn't figure that out from last night?" She burst into a giggle fit and I couldn't help but join in.

"Nah, was too busy with you." I felt a gently tap on my hand.

"Geez, keep it private." Her eyes were laughing but her face was angry.

"Nice try." I felt my hand gently grip her hoof.

It was... Unique. I felt like my fingers should be intertwining something. Instead, it was just solid with a bit of fur trailing from her legs. I compensated this odd feeling by gripping it with my other hand and bringing her hoof to my lips, kissing it gently.

She only giggled. Some might find it gross back on earth - technically, these were their feet - but the gesture is still the same. How do I know this? Well, she was blushing. Sadly, we were interrupted.

"Here you are!" I jumped again at Milky Way's voice.

"Boy, you're sure scared of waitresses! Did you have a bad experience?" She placed the steak in front of me as I shook my head.

"God, no. You just pop out of nowhere." Her only response was another giggle. Damn. Do all these mares own the same giggle? It's cute.

"Enjoy your meal!" She trotted off again as Spitfire and I started to dive in.

Took only a good ten minutes for us to eat. We didn't really talk - only look at each other and laugh whenever we made silly faces. I felt like I was a fourteen again on my very first date: making the girl laugh by doing the stupidest shit ever. All well, Spitfire is fun and I'm glad she's laid back right now. Harder when the girl is tense.

After finishing our meal Milky Way placed the check in front of me:

Total due: 150 bits

"Wow. Fifty bucks back home. Sheesh." I pulled out a bag of bits and placed it on the bill.

"Thank you and enjoy your evening!" Milky Way picked up the bag in her mouth and trotted off happily.

Spitfire and I still had our drinks, though. So, I decided to talk to her for a bit.

"So, you said your dad took you here?" I asked.

"Yup. He was a great guy. Always bought me ice cream for doing well in school, brought me on camping trips, taught me to fly, the basic father-daughter stuff." She smiled softly.

"Huh... Was, though...?"

"Yeah... He passed away a year ago. I was upset when I found out. Really punched me in the face. But, I always talked to my dad. I always reserve my parents and family members VIP passes to any of my performances." She smiled as she looked up in thought. "Dad would always show up. I loved seeing his face when I performed a stunt. Really pushed me to do better. Sometimes my mom or family would pop on by, too."

"But, you always felt closer to your dad?"

"Yeah. Just... Something about him and I clicked well. We were always close. He was always happy. Both him and my mom. To be honest, my family barely fought. Maybe over the last slice of pizza. Usually a hoof wrestle or something." She then leaned in closer, looking around slyly, "between me and you, I always stole the last piece. I'd say mom took it."

I laughed and she joined in with a giggle. "Your dad seems like a cool guy. Wish I could've met him."

"Yeah. He would've liked you. I guess he was... Charismatic in a way. Just very cheery and living life to the fullest. I'm sure, wherever he is, he's happy to look down on me and see me doing well. Although I had to put off a month of training for his death. But, that's not a burden." She sighed contently.

"What were your last words to him when he was... Alive? You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to. I’m just curious." I asked delicately.

"Dad, you're silly at times. You're silly, whacky, filled with joy, and making all of us laugh. You really made my fillyhood special. I love you." She smiled and continued, "That was during a small reunion we would have every month. To keep each other close. It was his birthday that reunion, so, I made it special with a little speech. Also, don’t be afraid of asking stuff. I’ve gotten over it."

"Damn, I hope I get a speech like that." I chuckle.

"Pfft, be a good parent, and maybe." Tch. Yeah right. I laugh at my own thoughts.

"What about your parents?" Spitfire smiled.

"Eh... They're wibbly-wobbly. I had a strict childhood, but, it was for a reason. I still keep in touch with them. Phone calls or straight up visiting. They'll get angry if I don't." I laugh.

"Still alive, then?" I nodded to her question.

"Yup. Alive and healthy. Ain't going anywhere soon!"

"What would they think about what you did last night?" I felt heat rise to my face for a moment before answering her question.

"Well... I don't know. I mean, plenty of humans started doing it and they never said they hate it. They just find it weird." I shrug.

"So, if you were to introduce me to them one day and said you had sex with a celebrity pegasus, they wouldn't care?" I nodded to her question.

"Most likely."

We sat in silence for a little bit longer, finishing our drinks. After about five or ten minutes, I decided to talk.

"So, what plans do you have for tonight?" I asked.

"Well... I kind of want to get closer to you." She answered.

"In what way?" I wink and she rolls her eyes.

"You already know." She let off a giggle before sliding out of the booth.

I lead her out of the diner and back to the hot air balloon. Thankfully, it was just landing and she hopped in it with me.

"Where to?" The pilot asked.

I looked over at Spitfire and she answered, "the Curiosity Motel."

The pilot nodded and started our flight off. Wherever this motel was, I was going to enjoy my time there.

She pulled me into the room and tossed me on the bed. Her eyes were burning with passion as the door slammed shut. Her jacket flew off and the next thing I knew, she was on top of me, kissing me furiously. I couldn't help it - she was on fire! I returned every bit of that by caressing her athletic form and taking in every single kiss.

I felt the motion of her lower body grind against my crotch and her tail wrap tightly around my left thigh. The heat emanating from her body was boiling my own body. During the entire time she was kissing me, I was attempting to get my damn shirt off so I didn't die from heat stroke.

She eventually pulled off, still grinding against my crotch. I ripped my shirt off immediately and she slid herself down to my crotch and started to unzip my pants. Well, she kind of just ripped them off... And then ripped my underwear in half... I'll replace it la--- before I could finish my thought, I felt Spitfire's mouth completely engorged with my ever-present erection. My God, her rushing the sex just makes it better.

She pounded my member in and out of her mouth, gagging every so often. Whether she really was gagging, or faking it to exaggerate my size, I didn't care. This felt fucking terrific. Her tongue caressed all around the shaft of my cock, and swirled against its head.

"Holy Mary, mother of God... Jesus Christ..." My heart was racing with euphoric adrenaline.

She kept going, not even paying attention to what I said. This was beyond description now - her sucking me off at this fast pace and gagging on my cock... Well, it was beyond description until she pulled off, looking up at me.

"My turn..." She gave me a look of lust as she hopped onto my body and sat on my chest - her marehood in plain sight.

"Go on... Return the favour..." She giggled, and I only nodded.

I grabbed her legs and pulled her into my face. My tongue rose to her marehood and gently tickled the folds, making small circles on them. I decided to take it slow, since she was going so fast.

"Mrm..." She let out. I felt a hoof brush through my hair.

I gently started to vibrate my tongue against the delicate folds to increase the small amount of pleasure she's getting. I made sure to lead my way very slowly upwards to her valuable clit and assuring each moan, or noise, she made caused me to slow down to increase tension.

"Dammit Anthony... Stop... Mmmm... Stop teasing..." She moaned softly, only for me to chuckle in the back of my mind.

I continued to slowly retract and then go back to nearing her clit. She eventually figured out making noise was causing me to avoid her pleasure point and my tongue started to grave it; my tongue lathered it in saliva and slowly vibrated against it. Spitfire started to let out moans by now.

"Oh... Celestia...!" She gasped as I started to push my tongue into her marehood and caress the underside of her clitoris.

I gently brought my hand to her sex and slid a finger into her delicate hole, pulling my tongue out to lick the outer part of her clit. She let out beckoning moans, leaning herself back, and I could feel the heat of her marehood press against my face.

I felt her slide down my body, a trail of her juices flowing down my chest to my stomach, and watched as she stood up, turned around and laid her plot back on my chest.

"Time for double the fun..." She giggled as I felt her tongue gently lick at the head of my cock.

It was gentle, slow, and I know she was waiting for me to return the favour. So, I did. I gently started to lick her clitoris and heard her moan softly. I felt my whole head enter her mouth, her tongue dancing across it. I instinctively returned the favour my pushing my tongue into her crevice, warmly caressing the underside of her clit.

Spitfire moaned louder, now, and went all out on my sex. I felt her bob off and onto my cock - deep-throating it every few seconds. Again, I returned the favour by pushing two fingers into her pussy, removing my tongue and go back to vibrating it against her elegant folds. However, I felt a new factor push into this.

Spitfire's hoof. I felt it pushing into my anus and trying to hit my g-spot. I'm not one for anal play, but, fuck it. Gotta try everything once. Besides... The way her hoof was pushing into me... Dear God, it felt good. Thankfully, she only push in a little bit. I know how big her hoof is... That'd destroy my ass.

Being a gentleman, I brought a finger to her own anus. I pierced it with ease due to the recently lubed up finger and started to push all the way in. She moaned lightly, but, I know she can take more. So, I eased two more fingers in. That's when she really moaned.

We went at this, together, for a couple minutes. I wasn't ready to explode into anytime soon, but, when I felt her pulling off, I knew her tongue was getting tired... So was mine, to be honest.

"Ready for the final course...?" Spitfire gently laid herself on her back next to me - her golden eyes giving me a lusty gaze.

"Yeah..." I smile, rolling on top of her and readying myself.

I gently rubbed the shaft of my cock against her glistening lips. My hands wandered her delicate sides, feeling ever curve, muscle and the softness of her coat. She elicited soft moans as I moistened my shaft with her juices. Gently laying myself on top of her, I connected our lips and we kissed.

After that I pushed my sex into her. I felt her body shake lightly as I pushed deep into her - the shaking causing her pussy to clash against my cock. Spitfire was tight like last time; the only difference was how moist she was. Dear Lord, I couldn't contain myself just laying on her like this.

I started thrusting, unable to contain myself anymore. Spitfire's light moans changed to ones of explicit ecstasy. The euphoria was bursting between us as I continued to push harder and faster.

"Oh, Anthony!" She screamed loudly as I pulled away from our kiss.

It encouraged me to push more. I was thrusting at my maximum speed, was pushing as deep as I could, and was making sure she'd be pleased. Moaning, screaming and pure euphoria was all that filled this room now. Her pussy was clenching tightly around my cock as we started reaching our climaxes.

"Anthony, I" Was all I heard until she screamed again.

She climaxed before I could, but, I had energy left in me. I pushed harder and faster. My heart raced and pumping with sexual adrenaline. I couldn't help but tire myself by doing this, but, it was worth it. I quickly pulled out of her and, without warning, ejaculated onto her. I didn't really want to: it just happened.

Breathing heavily, I looked at her with a heat rising to my cheeks, "heh... Sorry."

"It's fine, Anthony." She giggled, coating the tip of her hoof in semen. She then brought it to her mouth, licking it off.

"Well, that made my day." I chuckled as I watched her.

"Mine too." I felt her pull me in and our lips collided.

I felt the salty sweetness of my own semen mix between us as her tongue dived into my mouth. It wasn't expected, but, what the hell? After a few seconds I stared at her in disbelief. Only for her to giggle.

"I'm going to shower." I watched her slide off the bed and some semen from her stomach drop onto the floor.

Laying down, I sighed in blissful euphoria. This day... These two days... Jesus, they've been great.

"Oh, Anthony?" I heard Spitfire call.

"Yeah?"

"Will you be staying in Equestria? Or am I going to have to convince you not to go back?" That thought hadn't crossed my mind.

Really, it didn't matter. I could just hop back and forth anyways to visit family... Besides, this sex was ten times more exciting when it's a crazy horse. Well, pegasus, but, whatever.

"Yeah... I'll be staying." I smiled as I watched her prop her head on my chest.

"Good. Because we've had sex twice now and only been on one date. Not nice to ditch a girl." She giggled.

"Nah. I'm a gentleman!" I gently stroked her mane and chuckled at my small joke.

"Heh... Yeah. Want to help wash me? This is your mess." Spitfire looked at me with a small glare, but, jokingly at best.

"Pass up a shower with a chick? Hell no. Count me in." I hopped off the bed and we went for the shower.

Best. Decision. Ever.

The End.

Author's Note

Edited by: Solar_Flicker. Thanks.

Well, shit. That's round two of hot sex.

I avoided wing play and some anal. Sorry, RainbowBob, couldn't do it! I mostly hate wing play because people thing Pegasi get wing boners from sexual stimulation. Well, screw you! AVOID ALL SOCIAL NORMS. On top of that, I didn't add the scene for the motel description because it would've been too short. Sorry if that jump was too big. Just didn't feel important.

Also, I love you guys for getting this featured. Enjoy your messy keyboards. I hope they're messy. Then I can clean it up. With my mouth. Pls.

Thirdly, if you notice some tense problems - I didn't have my main editor, Gunsmith. Sorry for any of that.

Here's a picture of Anthony:

Now, you'll imagine that every time you read this.