Chapters The Fire Maned Pegasus of Cloudsdale
A Beautiful Rain Soaked Angel
How in all of Equestria, could you be so stupid? Seriously, it’s almost incredible; the idiocy you have just shown to those who have witnessed it. Here you are, lying on the grass, in the middle of a heavy storm, with a lightning bolt burn on your back. It’ll be a miracle if the doctors can get your spine to work, once this is over. What do you mean ‘overreacting?’ this is serious! Who am I? You don’t know your brain when you hear it talking to you? Don’t tell me that I’m being mean! You made me this way, you silly pony! It’s not my fault that you’re so self-loathing and negative all the time! What? How did you end up on the grass, with a gross burn mark on your back? Well, being struck by lightning has been known to produce a slight memory loss, so here’s the skinny.
You’re a Pegasus, I’m not going to bother telling you your name, because you damn well better still know it; if not, I don’t know what to do with you. You still know your name? Well good. That’s a relief.
Your coat is a bronze color, you have steely blue eyes, and your hair is a shade of dark brown. You’re not much of a looker, but you’re not ugly either. Some mares have given you the time of day, but it’s not the looks that are the problem. You’re a decent flier; you get to your home city of Cloudsdale easily enough, but if you planned on becoming a professional flier like the Wonderbolts? Forget about it. You can barely fly through an obstacle course of hoops; much less pass gym class back in high school. Those trips to the nurse’s office were some of the more memorable moments of your school life.
What you do have going for you, is that you have a bit of a physical presence, not super strong like that one stallion that says ‘YEAH!!!’ all the time, but you can hold your own in a fight, if the time came. What you don’t have going for you is smarts. Don’t get me wrong, you’re not stupid, as much as you like telling yourself that, but you won’t be winning any math competitions any time soon.
You’re a nice enough colt, but maybe a little too nice. There are times where you approach the doormat phase, not enough to be like that shy Pegasus that lives in Ponyville, but fairly close. Even so, despite all that, you seem to have a tendency to want to prove yourself, stretching yourself to your limits, just to get others to notice you. Admirable, but the problem is that you don’t think things through, causing yourself to get into more trouble that you would like. You tried to get onto the varsity hoofball team. You didn’t make it. You tried your wings out at the Fearless Flyers Competition, you did okay…until you hit a wall. No first prize for you.
And now, you are hanging with the wrong crowd. Your ‘friends’; Hoops, Score, and Dumb-Bell, a group of Pegasi that had agreed to let you into their little clique because it amused them, have dared you to fly through a particularly rough storm cloud, and come out the other side, unscathed.
Okay, forgetting the fact that that was a dumb idea that could get you killed…no wait…that IS a dumb idea! In fact, one of the Pegasi was named Dumb-Bell! That should have been your first clue, Sherclop! Here’s the thing, you threw caution to the wind and did it anyway, knowing the risks. You could have easily backed out, but nope, you had something to prove; that you weren’t a doormat, that you were a big strong tough colt, like they were, and you were going to prove it.
You got about halfway through that storm cloud, when that bolt of lightning struck your back like an electric knife. Thousands upon thousands of volts surged through your body for five seconds, but for you, it felt like five long torturous years. Like a meteor, you fell to the earth hard, with a sickening crash that could have very well killed you, if the ground wasn’t soaked with all that rainwater. But, if the fall wasn’t going to kill you, that lightning strike definitely will, if it isn’t treated immediately.
Now, there you are; laying there like the fool you are. You had a good run, but now it’s time to just give up, because it’s not going to get any better.
Wait…you feel a pair of hooves slide under you, bringing you up just a little bit, allowing you to rest your head on a foreleg. You hear a voice call out to you, but you can hardly hear it.
“Hey…can you hear me?!” the voice says, muffled. It sounds feminine. A tough, but somehow…also gentle voice. It’s got a rasp to it, but it’s soothing. Anything is better than silence at this point; lets you know that you’re alive…but just barely.
You feel yourself being shaken into slight consciousness.
“Wake up!” the voice calls out again.
The flash of lightning makes you open your eyes. It’s blurry; you’re still slipping in and out of death and life. However, one thing becomes clear. It’s the only clear thing in the world of blurriness that you are witnessing.
A mare. Yellow coat. A mane that looks like fire. She looks down at you, soaking wet…yet incredibly beautiful. Her eyes graced with the emotion of concern. She still continues to shake you, hoping to get you to talk to her. You haven’t seen a mare such as her in your life. The mane and tail looks familiar, but everything else is unfamiliar to you.
“Come on, you…” she tells you, “…stay with me…”
She’s not seriously telling you to stay with her, is she? There’s no mare that you know, that would be this concerned if you lived or died. You must be dead; she must be some kind of gorgeous wet angel. Thinking this, you get the idea that death might not be so bad after all, and have somewhat accepted it. Besides, with this fire haired siren, it’s going to be quite nice up in heaven.
You raise a hoof up, rather weakly, touching her cheek, and caressing it. Her eyes widen, and a small blush reddens her cheeks.
“So…beautiful…” you say. Your body goes limp.
You black out soon after.
Beep……………………………………..Beep…………………………………….Beep……………………………Beep………………….
The sound of a heart monitor fills your ears. You open your eyes slowly, amidst the blurriness, you find yourself looking up at a white ceiling. The room is lit only by the daylight outside, and to your side is the aforementioned heart monitor, with attachment pads on your chest.
Yeah, this looks like a hospital alright.
The door opens, revealing a Pegasus Doctor, holding up his notepad with his left wing. He looks over at your awakened state and gives you a smile.
“Ah. Nice to see you’re awake.” he tells you, “You’ve been out for quite a while.”
“Where am I?” you ask. Though you can take a wild guess, it’s best to know for sure.
“This is Cloudsdale Hospital…” he says, “and you are currently recovering from that lightning storm.”
“How long was I out?” you ask him.
“About a couple days; and you’re lucky that we’re even having this conversation, if you ask me. A few more minutes, and you would have been beyond our help.” He looked serious, no hyperbole in his eyes.
“How did I get here?” you wonder. Surely, you were in no condition to fly there yourself.
“She brought you here.” he nods, looking over to your left. You turn to where he was looking at.
There she is. That mare. The one you thought was an angel. She was real! She lies down on the nearby couch at the window, resting her eyes. She sleeps quietly…beautifully. Unlike you, though. You snore like a freight train; at least, that’s what others have told you.
“Do you know her?” he asks, noting your look of surprise.
“N-No. I don’t.” you confirm, “I have never seen her before.”
“Really?” he sounded shocked, “You don’t recognize the Captain of the Wonderbolts?”
You remove yourself from staring at the fire haired mare, and look back at the doctor with an expression that would signify a heart attack. The monitor spikes hard; your heart rate rising at an alarming rate.
“T-The W-Wonderbolts?” you gasp and stutter, “T-That’s Spitfire?”
“Yes she is. Now, I must ask you to calm down. Your heart rate is starting to worry me.”
You do what you can to calm yourself. It’s a bigger challenge than normal. Really, it’s not everyday that the Captain of the Wonderbolts goes up and saves your life, is it? Eventually, your pace is brought down to acceptable levels; your shock and awe is still there, just not enough to worry the poor doctor.
“That’s better. The strike on your back was pretty bad, and it’s going to leave quite a scar, but you’ll be ready and able to fly on out of here by tomorrow. I suggest not doing anything completely crazy when you get out; not only are you lucky to be alive, but you’re very lucky to even be flying after an injury like that.”
You nod your head in agreement. No more super crazy stupid stuff…ever.
“Good.” he smiles, “I’ll leave you to relax. You can also thank your rescuer, once she wakes up.”
The Doctor trots out of the room, leaving you alone with the mare you came to find out was Spitfire. You wander your gaze back to her. You cannot believe of all ponies, it was Spitfire that saved you. That’s why her mane and tail looked so familiar, the rest of her body was obscured by her signature Wonderbolts outfit. You never knew what she looked like underneath, until now. It’s a very rare sight indeed.
Then, you think about what you did when you saw her. Thinking she was there to greet you at the pearly gates, you caressed her cheek ever so lovingly. Your hoof meets your face just thinking about that moment of low intelligence.
Smooth move, dumbass.
She shifts around in her sleep, before letting out a wide opened yawn. You look back up at the ceiling. She’s waking up. Now what? What are you going to say? You better not make an ass out of yourself, or I swear to Celestia, I’m going to toss you out of a window, when she leaves!
“Hey.” you hear her say softly in that lovely voice. “You’re awake.” You look back to see her looking at you with a smile. “How are you feeling?”
You pause. Say something, stupid!
“Could be better.” you say, “At least I’m not dead.” You let out a chuckle. Humor; that’s pretty good.
“I’ll bet.” she chuckles too. Cool, she likes the sense of humor. Better not go overboard though; you really could have died back there. “Doctor said that you’ll be able to fly again.”
“So I’ve heard. That’s a relief.” Then, you wonder, “What were you doing out in that field, anyway?”
“Oh, that’s just where I go to think.”
“Can’t imagine wanting to still be out there, during a rainstorm.”
“I wasn’t having the greatest of days.” she says. You don’t press her any further. You don’t know her. You’re not her friend. There’s no need to get into her business. “Anyways, I have a question for you.”
She gets up from the couch, and walks over to your side. She puts a hoof on the side of the bed, staring with caring eyes.
“Just what the hell were you thinking?” she asks, “Being up in that storm cloud? You should have known it was dangerous.”
Oh great; now you’re going to have to tell her how stupid you are. Well, she was going to find out sooner or later.
“I did it on a dare.”
“A dare? Who would be stupid enough to dare you to do that?”
“You know Hoops, Score, and Dumb-Bell?”
“Yeah…” she scoffs, knowing that they are dumb enough to do such things. “I know them.”
“They were the ones that dared me.”
“Are those Pegasi your friends?”
“Not really.” Indeed, if they really were your friends, they would be in the hospital to see if you’re okay. They’re not. The Doctor didn’t say anything. They’re probably off making another dumb colt make a similarly dumb mistake.
“Not really? Then why did you do such a silly thing like that?”
“You’re going to think I’m stupid, if I tell you.”
“What?” she shakes her head, “Come on, it can’t be that bad. Were you drunk? It would be okay if you were drunk.”
“No.” you shake your head, “I wasn’t drunk.”
“Then, what was it?”
“Because…I sort of…wanted to be their friend.”
A pause. She looks at you with disbelief. She almost couldn’t believe you just said that. She opens her mouth, and it looks like she’s about to give you a serious talking to about your taste in friends, but then…
“Why?” she asks.
“I’m not exactly Mr. Popular. I just wanted to…fit in, I guess.”
“And you thought that flying through a storm; risking your life, would get you to make friends?”
“I told you I was stupid.”
“You’re not stupid. Foolish maybe, but not stupid.”
“You don’t even know me!” you tell her. You didn’t mean to sound rude, but the tone on your voice made it seem like you were angry with her. She is caught off guard by your tone, stepping back just a bit. Once you realized what you did…”O-Oh shit, no.” you stammer like crazy, “I-I didn’t mean to sound like that! I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay.” she grins, knowing your apology was sincere, “Don’t worry about it. You did just survive a lightning blast to the back. Actually, I do know you…kind of.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I see you around town sometimes. For a strong looking colt such as yourself, you’re kind of a doormat, no offense.”
“None taken. You noticed that, huh?” you smirk.
“I don’t forget something like that. I also remember you from the Fearless Flyer Competition. You were doing pretty well, until you made a wide turn and hit a wall.” she chuckles, thinking about the incident.
“Yeah yeah, laugh it up.” you take it in stride. It’s not a particularly good memory, but you don’t care at this point. “Just one of many of my not-so-proud moments.”
“We’ve all been there.” she assures you, “I wasn’t perfect from the get go.”
“Yeah, but you’re perfect now.” you blurt out. A slight blush graces her cheeks, flattered at the compliment.
“Lucky for you, flattery gets you so far with me.“ she chuckles. More and more it feels like you’re slowly winning her over. Can’t imagine why; so far, you have told her that you are friendless, and freely admit to suck at flying. “It’s not often I’m told that I’m perfect.”
“I don’t believe that.” you say, “You’re probably told that left and right, every day of the week. Hell, I think you get told that you’re perfect, just by walking out the door.” She laughs. You made a mare laugh. This day gets simultaneously better and weirder by the second. You nibble your hoof as she is distracted by her laugh, to make sure you’re not dreaming. Nope, it hurts. This is real, alright.
“As awesome as that would sound, it’s really not as much as you think.” she tells you.
“Well, you should.” you blurt out again. “Especially now, since you can add 'Hero of Dumb Colts’ to the list of great things that you’ve done.”
“Again, you’re not dumb. But thanks.” she smiles at the compliment, “Hey, I’ll tell you what. If you want, maybe I can help you get better at flying, since you seem to keep putting yourself down about it constantly.”
“Really? You would do that?” you ask, “I figured somepony such as yourself would be too busy.”
“I do have my free days, you know. It’s not like I’m not busy twenty four seven” she puts a hoof on your shoulder. “When you get out of here, come by the Cloudosseum. That’s where I train my team on the weekdays. Maybe I’ll show you a trick or two, when I see you.”
You cannot believe it. The Captain of the Wonderbolts, the greatest flyer in all of Equestria, has not only saved your sorry flank, but is offering to help improve your flying skills. Actually, she’s offering to GIVE you flying skills! What was a really bad day, has now become a pretty awesome day! Then again, you’re still in the hospital, not to mention that your back still kind of hurts.
You were thinking about this for so long, you failed to realize that you hadn’t replied to her offer.
“O-Oh! Right. Yeah, of course! That sounds great!”
“Cool!” she sounds excited, “I’ll see you when you get out of here, then.” You watch her go to the door, before she turns back around. “By the way, training starts at one o’clock, so you can come at any time during then. You can watch and see how I train my team. Maybe if they aren’t busy afterwards, I’ll introduce you to them.”
“You’d introduce me to the Wonderbolts?”
“Yeah, they’ll love the attention. Especially from big fans.” she smiles, “See you soon.”
“Wait.” You call out to her. She looks back at you. “I almost forgot.” You watch her give her full attention to what you were about to say. “Thank you…for saving my life. If you weren’t there, I would have been totally dead.”
“What are friends for?” she says. You freeze at the word ‘friend’.
Before you can respond, she walks out the door, leaving you alone.
You rest your head on the pillow, with a goofy grin on your face. Spitfire. Your rescuer. Your new trainer. Your friend. Things seem to be looking up for you.
Now, you have to figure out how to not screw it up.
The Fire Maned Pegasus of Cloudsdale
The Beginning of a Friendship
The next morning, the Doctor came in to wake you up. He asked you to get out of bed to do some standard tests to make sure you were ready and able to go outside, like he promised you yesterday. Being on the bed for most of the last couple days, you were a bit wobbly standing on the cold wooden floor. Actually, you almost fell over. Luckily that impact with your face and wall stopped you from completely toppling over.
After a couple minutes of adjusting yourself, things seemed to be fine. He then asked you to move your wings, which you could do. This was the easier part. You unfurled your wings, flapping them like nothing had happened. The Doctor complimented your fast recovery, which made you feel good on the inside.
Be honest, you were more than a little proud when he told you that.
He let you go after you signed some papers, by then; you already had a hoof out of the door. You couldn’t wait to get home, and get into a nicer comfier bed than the dreadful one you had the displeasure of sleeping in for the past few days. Don’t forget, though, you did tell Spitfire that you would go visit her at the Cloudosseum the moment you got out. Then again, you really do need to feel the touch of that soft mattress again, and it’s only a Wednesday, so I’m going to cut you some slack, just this once. Besides, you haven’t had a shower in ages, and you’re starting to stink up the place. You’re right, I’ll probably never change, no matter how good your life gets.
Stepping into your home was like visiting a friend you hadn’t seen for a long time…if your friend was a giant house, and you lived inside of that friend. You know what? That sounds creepy, don’t listen to what I just said. Right now, there’s a big soft mattress with your name on it, and Celestia dammit, you’re going to jump on that mattress and have the sleep of your life. Upstairs is that aforementioned bed, and just as you planned, you jumped right on it, and immediately passed out. Sure you slept back in the hospital, but now, you’re going to sleep comfortably.
You didn’t wake up until the middle of the night.
Opening your eyes to the Luna-raised moon, you look over at the clock to see that it was past four in the morning. Despite that, you are energized, and ready to go. Too bad you have nine hours to kill before you meet Spitfire at the Cloudosseum. That smell that’s emanating from you is still around; why don’t you take a shower?
The hot water hits your bronze coat, and already you can feel the stink leaving you. Nothing that a bottle of apple scented shampoo and conditioner cannot fix. No part of you is left unattended; your hair, your flank, your…*ahem* more private areas…all washed up, and fresh smelling. Got to look your best for the Wonderbolts, can’t just run up to them like some kind of smelly fancolt.
While drying yourself off, you get a good look at that scar the Doctor was telling you about. He wasn’t kidding; it looked really nasty, almost like somepony cut your back with a knife made of fire. The scar went from the top of your neck, all the way down your spine to your flank. No more fur was going to grow on that area, so you’re stuck with that scar for life. Hey, maybe it can get you some interested mares. They’ve been known to dig scars. Dig as in like it, not as in taking shovels and digging into your scar, that would be gross. Oh, you knew what I was saying? Okay then. Just making sure we were on the same page.
With nothing to do, you went to the television to see what is on late at night. Flipping through the movie channels, all you can see is what is normally on the movie channels at night…porn. You paid no real mind to it, though. Everything you have seen is so poorly acted, it can barely even get a reaction out of you. So, you turn to something that actually has some entertainment value…cartoons. You never knew late night cartoon programming could be so enjoyable, as they showed all the old school animated programs that are considered morally irresponsible now, if they were shown in the usual morning timeslot. Slapstick violence galore graces your television, giving you more than a few good laughs before the sun rose up.
You have a nice breakfast; your more common meals have always been assorted fruits and vegetables, and maybe a pastry or two. Having to contend with icky hospital food however, you decide to indulge yourself on some donuts you bought a few days back, before your incident with the lightning. Interestingly enough, they were still good, and still packed with sugary goodness.
After a while of going back to watching the television, you’ve decided you had enough doting around, and feel like finally going outside.
It’s a beautiful afternoon in Cloudsdale; the market street that you live by is busier than usual. Apparently, there’s a big sale on Apple Fritter’s down at your local convenience store, and every pony wants to get a bite of those. You had a fritter once; it tasted good, but you aren’t entirely sure why there is now a bunch of Pegasi tripping themselves over for one. You joke that there’s probably drugs inserted into the fritter, have a bit of a chuckle, like you always do when you think you said something clever, and go on your merry way.
You make it to the Cloudosseum at exactly one o’ clock. Before you can step in, you stop yourself. You can’t just show up right when training starts! It makes you look like a weirdo! Besides, you’re not the one being trained until after the others are finished. Here’s a thought; just wait like an hour before going in. The library across the street might help pass the time a little bit.
You nod your head at this thought. Now, go do that.
The library was predictably quiet, and packed with books you don’t want to read. That Fifty Shades of Hay book seemed to be popular with the mares, however. You managed to pick up a copy of the book, and flipped to a random page. The first thing you read was ‘Anal beads’ and immediately threw the book across the library, and went to the magazines. You were beginning to have some variation of a good time, right up until the librarian kicked you out for having that book you threw strike her face. You apologized, and left in a hurry.
Luckily, your shenanigans bought you an hour, so now it is time to enter to Cloudosseum. Understandably, you walked in with hesitation, nervous about not only making a good impression on your rescuer, but meeting her teammates. The high flying Soarin, the nimble Surprise, the tough Thunderlane, all have their undeniable strengths that both impress and intimidate you, as you feel you can never do what they can do. There’s no time to be a sweating filly; you just took a shower, and you cannot smell like a greasy loony in front of Equestria’s greatest flyers.
You were just entering the field when…
ZOOM! ZOOM! ZOOM!
Three Pegasi dash past you at supersonic speeds, nearly making you lose your balance, and fall on your rump. Looking up in the sky, you see the three Pegasi you were just thinking about, flying through the air like the masters they are. You awe in wonderment at their technique, the flips, the dives, and the rate of speed, all masterful. One thing was missing though…actually…one certain Pegasus was missing.
A whistle blows.
“OKAY!” you hear a familiar voice call out, “FALL IN!”
You look down to the field and see Spitfire, wearing not her traditional Wonderbolts uniform, but an outfit that would befit a drill sergeant at a Royal Guard encampment. The three Pegasi land in front of her in a straight line, as she walks towards them. She shakes her head in disapproval.
“Thunderlane!” she shouts, “Your turn was too soon! You are out of sync with the rest of the team! I didn't recruit you from Wonderbolt Academy, so you can be out of sync! Clean that up!”
“Yes Ma’am!” he straightens up.
“Surprise!” she turns to the other, “That series of loops was real sloppy! They have to be smooth, clean loops, and you are giving me jagged edges! Learn the technique properly!”
“Yes Ma’am!” she straightens up.
“And Soarin!” she looks at the last in the line, her face goes from a hardened commander, to a friendly smile, “Great work. Your technique was flawless.”
“Thanks Ma’am.” he returns the smile with one of his own.
As she looks at the line, her gaze wanders to the fangasming Pegasus far behind them in the stands. Namely, you. She beams in surprise, and flies up to you. You step back just a little bit, afraid that she was going to crash into you, but you knew better, she was perfect in her landing. Upon her hoofs touching the floor, she greets you with a friendly hug.
“You made it!” she says, “I was afraid you wouldn’t show.”
“Uhhh….” you’re still caught up with her hug, “Yeah. I wasn’t going to miss this.”
She separates herself from you, taking your hoof with her.
“Come on. I want you to meet the others.”
“Hold on, I thought you wanted to wait afterwards.”
“Nah, they could use the attention, right now.”
She pulls you down to the field, right in front of the other Wonderbolts. Surprise looks at you with pleasant curiosity, the other two…less so. You’re not sure why, though. It’s not like you’re her coltfriend or something. Soarin especially gives you the million yard stare. You are definitely certain that he’s her coltfriend. Not even five seconds into meeting them, and already you are seen as a threat to one of them. Good job, dude.
“This here, are the Wonderbolts, but I bet you already knew that.” Spitfire says with a smile.
“It’s an honor to meet all of you.” you say, reaching out a hoof for a shake. Surprise takes the initiative, and shakes your hoof welcomingly.
“Hi, I’m Surprise.” she says to you, “Spitfire told me all about you.”
“Really? I didn’t think there was that much to tell.” you chuckle.
“Surviving a lightning blast like that? I hadn’t heard of such a thing! She said that the Doctor told her that it would leave a scar. Can I see it?” she asks you.
“Umm…yeah, sure.”
You turn around, revealing your nasty scar to the others. You can hear both Spitfire and Surprise let out a huge gasp.
“Woah! Sick!” Spitfire says.
“Yeah, it’s pretty gross.” you admit.
“No, I mean it’s awesome! You’re a bonafide badass!”
It takes all of your will not to blush at such a comment, but you fail. Your cheeks glow a bright red. Spitfire and Surprise take notice.
“Aww…he’s blushing.” Surprise says, “Spitfire, I think you flattered him.”
“Stop teasing.” Spitfire says. Her attitude towards Surprise, when not in training, was very much a massive contrast to when they were in training. They seem to be the best of friends.
“It’s okay…” you tell them, “I’ve just never associated myself on the level of badassery before.”
“And you never will.” Soarin shoots a look at you, giving you pause. “We missed two days of training because of you.”
“You cancelled training because of me?” you turn to Spitfire.
“Well, I had to make sure you were okay.”
“A Captain should never cancel training.” he continues, “You saw how we were today. Both Surprise and Thunderlane have work to do, and we have a show in a few days. If she didn’t have to watch over you, they would have perfected their technique by now.”
“Soarin!” Spitfire butts in, “That’s enough.”
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” you say, as you put your head down, embarrassed. All those good feelings you had a second ago are starting to disappear. A scoff is heard from him, as if he’s not impressed with your apology. Just then, something comes over you. Something you’ve always felt, but not an emotion you so easily show to others…annoyance. You put your head back up, looking at him with a strangely confident smirk.
“Next time I get struck by lightning, I’ll be sure to do it on a weekend.” you snark.
Soarin is taken aback by your attitude, so is everypony else…yourself included. Just a second ago, you were a cowering bum, now you are standing up to him. Just as he opens his mouth to retort…Spitfire steps in between the two of you.
“Okayyyy.” She says, “Soarin, go help Surprise and Thunderlane. I’ll deal with this.”
Soarin looks at her, then back at you. He snorts with anger, before going to his fellow teammates. You watch as they take off into the skies for training.
“Your coltfriend is a bit of a jerk. No offense.”
“He’s not my coltfriend. He likes to think he is, though. We used to date for a while.”
“What happened?”
“I just wasn’t feeling it. He’s still the best flyer on the team though.”
“Second best.” you say. She smiles at the remark. “So, you’ve been talking about me?”
“Surprise exaggerates. I just told them that I saved your life, and now I’m helping you get better at flying. That’s all.” She puts a hoof on your shoulder, “Don’t worry about Soarin. He’s usually like this during training. Off the field though, he’s a nice guy, once you get to know him.”
“I’ll hold you to it on that one.”
“Hey, I think what you said was funny.”
“Glad somepony did.” You look around to the seats. “Where would you like me to sit?”
“Anywhere is fine. I still have another couple hours with the team, if you don’t mind.”
“No. Not at all. I haven’t seen a training session before. It’ll let me know what I’m getting myself into.”
“It’s your first time. I might go a little easier on you, when we start.”
“Don’t.” you tell her, which makes her look at you with a bit of both confusion and interest. “I want to know what it’s like to be trained as a Wonderbolt.” you wave, “I’ll see you after practice.”
“Definitely.” she says with a grin, before flying up to her teammates for more practice.
For the next couple hours, you watch as Spitfire commands her team, getting their aerial acrobatics just right, to the point where they eventually become in sync with one another. Your uneducated mind thought that they were perfect from the get go, but that’s why Spitfire is the Captain, and you’re not. It’s not like you had aspirations to become the Captain of the Wonderbolts anyway, right? No? Good.
As you continued to watch them, you did begin to see the problem areas, but not all of them. That’s fine, you didn’t expect to get everything right the first fifty times you saw the same technique over and over again. Spitfire continued to be a hardened instructor, but parts of her nicer personality bled through, as her complaints became compliments. The looks on each of her teammates’ faces when she complimented them became appreciative glowing smiles.
Eventually, they were done. The three passed by you, with only Surprise giving you a friendly wave. The others gazed elsewhere, never looking over at you. It doesn’t matter anyway, you have a Pegasus in the middle of the field waiting for you.
You make your way down to the field, Spitfire’s knowing grin never going away.
“So? What did you think?” she asked.
“It looks like hard work.”
“Intimidated?”
“Would you prefer a lie or the truth?”
“The truth.”
“I’m a little intimidated. But, I think I can do it.”
Her face becomes serious.
“You shouldn’t think you can, you have to KNOW you can. Even if you don’t get it right the first time, as long as you believe you can do it, little things like failure isn’t going to stop you. Now, can you do it?”
You pause. The friendly Spitfire hasn’t come out yet, the Drill Sergeant version of Spitfire stands before you, and she’s not going to take any bullshit. That impresses you; she seems to be willing to train you, no matter what.
“Yes.” you stand tall, “I can.”
Like a switch has been flipped, she goes back to her normal self, with a bright and beautiful smile.
“Great! Now drop and give me one hundred wing ups.”
“What? No loops and turns?”
“You can’t do any of that, if your wings aren’t strong. If you can give me one hundred wing ups right here, right now, without any breaks, I’ll teach you some flying acrobatics.”
You look at the ground, and then back at her. Hey, you’re the one that said you can do it. So go on and do it! I’m not being pushy! You shrug your shoulders, unfurling your wings, and bring them to the ground. Within a few seconds, you begin with the wing ups, pushing yourself off the ground, and bringing yourself back down in a steady succession.
“One…two….three…” you begin counting. Spitfire watches you, sitting down as she waits for you to eventually buckle.
Surprisingly, you were doing well…right up around the sixty mark. You couldn’t take anymore, and fall on your stomach with a thud. That hurt a bit. You get back up with a stumble. Spitfire says nothing, continuing to look at you. Thinking that she’s waiting for you to try again, she stops you.
“Hey.” she goes to you, “What are you doing?”
“Trying again.” you say, “You said get to a hundred.”
“It’s okay.” she assures you, “I didn’t expect you to get it the first time.”
“You didn’t?”
“No. If you did…that would have been amazing. Still, sixty seven wing ups; not bad.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“I’m being serious. Back in Wonderbolt Academy, I didn’t get to a hundred wing ups the first time, either. I topped out at forty two. Here’s my question though; do you still think you can do it?”
“No. I know I can do it…eventually.”
“That’s exactly what I want to hear.” she grins, “How are your wings feeling?”
“Tired. But I can still fly.”
“There’s no need for that. Come with me.”
“Where are we going?”
“We’re going out to eat.”
She takes you to a fast food joint, with all the greasy daffodil burgers and fries you can ask for. You never associated Spitfire as a connoisseur of fatty food, but here you sit, watching this Pegasus down her second burger with no second thoughts. You’ve barely taken a bite of your first. Staring at that delectable meal, your stomach grumbles. You’re hungry, might as well enjoy yourself.
As Spitfire gulps down her hayseed milkshake, she notices you staring at her.
“Is everything okay, dude?”
You better say something, quick.
“I-I just never…”
“Seen a mare like me eat like this?”
“Well…yeah…” you chuckle. She shares the sentiment.
“I get really hungry after a long training session. Eat up; I can hear your stomach from where I’m sitting.”
Adhering to her command, you take a massive bite of your burger. It’s how you expected it; greasy, yet oh so good. A guilty pleasure, to be sure.
“Good?” she asks. You nod. “So…” she takes another bite, “Is it your dream to become a Wonderbolt?”
“No. No, no no.” you wave your hooves in front of her, emphasizing the fact that you don’t want to be in such a profession. “I’m not cut out for that kind of stuff.”
“Then, why did you agree to let me train you?”
“Who am I to refuse an offer from Spitfire?” you smile, “Besides, you saw me in the Fearless Flyers Competition. I could use the training to…you know…not suck as hard.”
“I see.” she chortles, “What are your dreams, then?”
“That’s the crazy part. I don’t have any.”
“What? All Ponies have a dream of some kind.”
“Not me. All I want to do is make an honest living.”
“You have a job?”
“Yeah. I work at the toy store in Canterlot. Daytime stocker. Folks there love having a Pegasus do the work, rather than using ladders.”
“And…you’re happy doing it?”
“Why not? I get paid, have food on the table.” You notice her looking at you a bit funny. Is she judging you for your line of work, and lack of ambition? You certainly hope not. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah…” she snaps out of it, “No, I wasn’t judging you. I’ve just have never met a Pegasus so…”
“Normal?”
“Content. It’s refreshing, actually. Every other Pegasus I met says that they want to be exactly like me, or sleep with me.”
“Well, I don’t want to be exactly like you.” you smile. It takes her awhile to get it. When she does, she nearly spits out her drink. “Shit, I was only joking. I didn’t mean…”
Suddenly, she recovers from the near choke and bursts out laughing.
“No, man, I totally got that!” she continues laughing, “Sorry, that almost killed me!” After a while, she notices the smirk on your face. It’s not the normal kind of smirk, either. You really dig this chick…not in that way. But, she does make you feel…what’s the word…special. “What is it?” she asks you.
“Spitfire? Are…are we friends?” you wonder. She looks at you with a surprised look. Like she couldn’t believe you asked that.
“What kind of question is that? Of course we’re friends. Why would you ask that?”
“It’s just…I never really had a friend before.” you freely admit to her. She pauses mid sip. Her face changes to one of concern, but also pity. She doesn’t fully understand what you just told her, but she feels bad.
“Why not? You seem nice.”
“I have a habit of…being nervous around other ponies. I’m afraid of making a bad impression. So, I just decide to not talk at all.”
“You’re talking to me. You didn’t seem all that nervous when we first spoke.”
“We got the awkwardness out of the way, when I caressed your cheek, mid consciousness.” you chuckle, “Since you stuck around, I guess I made a good impression.”
“It’s not often a near dying Pegasus calls you beautiful.”
“Yeah.” your cheeks blush with embarrassment, thinking about that day, “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t apologize. You said it yourself; I stuck around. Also, you didn’t seem that nervous when you spoke to my team.”
“I don’t think your team likes me too much. Surprise being the exception.”
“Soarin and Thunderlane are just being silly. Don’t pay attention to them.”
“They looked like they wanted to beat me up.”
“If they try anything, they’ll have to deal with me, okay?”
“I believe you, Spitfire. Seeing you on that field today ordering them around was enough of make me a believer.”
“And don’t you forget it!”
The two of you share a good laugh, like friends always should. You finish up your meal, and so does she, leaving a table full of wrappers and empty cups.
“I had fun. We should do this every day.” she says.
“Really? I don’t think I can eat burgers every day.” you slap your stomach, “Have to keep my slim figure.” you joke.
“No, I mean hang out. It’s nice to talk to somepony who doesn’t constantly gush over you, or discuss flying techniques.”
“I’ll tell you what. On the days I don’t have work; I’ll come down to the Cloudosseum, train, and hang out afterwards. I get to be a better flyer, and you can have a friendless Pegasus to talk to.”
“You’re forgetting; you’re not friendless anymore. You got me. Be honest, you couldn’t ask for a cooler friend.”
“You’re right. I couldn’t.” you put a hoof out for a bump. “So…deal?”
She looks at the hoof, then back at you. She smiles, meeting your hoof with her own.
“Deal.”
The Fire Maned Pegasus of Cloudsdale
It’s been a hell of a six months, hasn’t it? Ever since you became friends with Spitfire, life seemed to go a bit more smoothly for you. No longer did you feel obligated to go home, and sit around watching television until you fell asleep. Now, you actually have things to do! On your days off, you would go to the Cloudosseum and visit Spitfire and the Wonderbolts. No matter the day, she was always happy to see you, and you were happy to see her. Of course, you better be happy to see her, or else why would you even be showing up there?
Training has been going extremely well. Your first couple weeks had you building enough wing muscle to do one hundred wing-ups, and by the end of that second week, you managed to do well over one hundred and fifty. You would think that would be some kind of record, until you found out Soarin can get up to three hundred. No wonder that guy is perfect at flying, he’s a beast! It would be impressive, if he wasn’t such an asshole to you.
Seeing you with Spitfire seems to put a damper on his day. Could he be jealous? Don’t know what he’d be jealous about, since you aren’t hanging out with Spitfire for reasons other than friendship, are you?
Back to the topic at hoof, you’ve improved rather substantially in your flying skills. Spitfire has proved to be a great teacher, as you predicted not so long ago. She’s a hardass, but it’s only because she cares.
You’ve been through the works; hoops, turns, races, obstacle courses. You’re still not one hundred percent perfect, but it’s enough for you to feel proud of yourself. Of course, no training is complete without a couple visits to the hospital wing. Only a couple bumps and bruises nothing extremely serious. There was that time you hit one of those fast moving clouds in the obstacle course, however. You careened right in the middle of a barn not too far away. That left a bit of a mark. At least it’s a funny story to tell to others.
Surprise is nice enough to give you the time of day, though. She has, on a couple occasions, gone with you and Spitfire, when you two would go out to eat. She had a very bubbly personality off the field, which you were rather surprised about, considering when she’s in the skies, it’s all business. Thunderlane looks as if he’s warming up to you; you even caught him snickering at one of your many jokes one time, but a single angry look from Soarin makes him change his tune. You’ve tried to get some alone time with him, but he seems inseparable from Mr. McMeany.
I’m talking about Soarin. Oh, okay. You know what I’m saying. I should really stop underestimating you…even if I am your brain.
The best part of your days however, is just spending time with Spitfire. She’s your best friend in all of Equestria. It’s because of her, that you have become more open, more talkative with other ponies. No longer are you standing in the sidelines, digging at the ground with your hoof in shyness, you’re out there, conversing, having fun, and it’s all thanks to that Pegasus, who you owe your very life to. You would do anything and everything for her without a second thought.
It’s Friday, and you’ve just got off work early. Good thing too; the holidays are coming up, and the toy store had been packed to the brim with parents looking for products for their little foals. You couldn’t wait to get out of there. Luckily for you, the boss had been so impressed with your work ethic, that he decided to let you have the rest of the day off. Now, you can go surprise Spitfire at the Cloudosseum, maybe go get some dinner and see a movie.
Walking towards the Cloudosseum, you notice that the gates to the entranceway are closed. Strange, they train every day of the week. You assume that they cancelled and start your trek home. But wait, Soarin’s words soon enter your thoughts.
“A Captain should never cancel training” his douchebag voice echoes.
He’s right though; they wouldn’t cancel training without good reason. Then again, you didn’t see Spitfire the day before. Did something happen? Is she okay? Maybe she got hurt…maybe something worse happened!
Don’t panic! Don’t blame me! You’re the one that thought of it! Go check on her!
You fly to her home in the Cloudburbs. It’s a nice two story house; you’ve only been there a couple times, when you would come over to watch some flicks with her. She did have the best stereo system you’ve ever seen and heard, apart from the one at the actual Cineplex.
Going to the door, you knock on it several times. No answer. She might not be home. Better make sure. You knock again.
The intercom next to the door comes on.
“Hello?” you hear Spitfire’s voice. It doesn’t sound right. “Who’s there?”
“Spitfire? It’s me.”
“Oh…hey.” she recognizes your voice, “What are you doing here?”
“I got off work early, and I thought I might surprise you, but you weren’t at the Cloudosseum. Is everything okay?”
“I’m fine.” Suddenly, she lets out a powerful sneeze. You step back, as if the snot was going to come out of the speaker. “I’m a little sick.”
“Sick? Do you need any help?”
“No. I’m fine.” she sneezes again. That sounded extra juicy. “Thanks for coming by.”
“Stay right there, I’m coming up.” You say with determination.
“No. Don’t…”
You don’t listen. You unfurl your wings and fly up to the second story, where Spitfire’s room is. Looking inside, you see Spitfire standing at the intercom, wearing a blue robe. Even through the window, you can tell that she didn’t look well.
Gently, you knock on the window, so you don’t scare her. Doesn’t work. She quickly turns around to see you with a gasp. You give her a wave, and a gesture for her to open the window. She shakes her head, but you are adamant about getting in. Eventually, she relents, opening the window. You fly inside, and turn to face her upon landing.
“What are you doing? You can’t stay long.” she says, “I don’t want you getting sick!”
“It’s okay. I took my immunization shots this week. I’m good.”
No you didn’t, you big fat liar. You haven't taken your shots since last year! Okay, shutting up.
“Well, alright…I guess…” she quietly says.
“Here, let me take you to bed.”
“What?”
“You need to stay warm. Get under the covers.”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.” she complies, getting into bed. She looks at you, not quite sure where all this is coming from. You know, though. You’ve been in doctor’s offices a lot, not to mention that you’ve had some experience with flus and colds. In your younger years, you would get sick all the time. You know the ins and outs of a common cold, so much so that you can end it the moment it begins.
You put a hoof on her forehead. She feels extremely hot, almost burning. Sweat drops from the side of her head. Using a tissue, you wipe it up.
“You’re really hot, Spitfire.” you say.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” she smirks.
“I mean that you feel hot.” you say with a chuckle.
“I feel cold.”
“That’s a common symptom. I’ll go make you some soup, maybe a cup of tea.”
“Everything is in the kitchen.”
“Okay.” you say, “I’ll be right back.”
You zoom downstairs to the kitchen. It was easy finding the soup and the tea bags. A nice bowl of vegetable and noodle soup does wonders to those with a cold, and a cup of hot herbal tea with honey is just icing on the proverbial cake.
Within minutes, both the soup and tea are ready. Carefully, you bring them upstairs on a tray, gently placing it on Spitfire’s lap. Success. Nothing spilled, and nopony burnt with hot tea. She looked very appreciative of all your help.
“Thank you.” she smiles, “But, you really don’t have to do all this.”
“I kind of do, actually.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, you saved my life. I owe you everything. Besides, this is the least I can do.”
“I have to say, you’re doing a pretty great job so far.”
She takes a spoonful of soup carefully sipping it.
“Tell me if it’s too hot.” you say to her.
She swallows it down with no problem, letting out a comforting “Mmmmmm….”
“No. Not at all. It’s just the way I like it.”
“Great. I was getting a little worried. I wasn’t sure if you would like it the way that I do.”
“It’s perfect.” she takes a sip of the tea, “Oh my goodness, this is fantastic!”
“Really? No kidding?”
“No, wow!” she takes another sip. “You’re really good at this.”
“It’s nothing really.”
“No, I’m serious! I can’t make tea to save my life!”
“You’re just trying to make me feel better.”
“Hey….” she puts a hoof on yours, “I really do like it.”
You look into her eyes. You can see the happiness, and the appreciation gracing her face. She looked at you like she had always looked at you, glad that you’re with her, even when she is sick. The moment of the both of you staring a smiling goes on for a long time…a little too long, if you ask me. Just what do you think you’re doing?
Before things could get completely uncomfortable, you take your hoof back quickly, clearing your throat, and hiding that blush on your face. What was that about?
“So, umm….what would you like to do next?” you ask her.
“We could play some video games. I still want that Super Equestrian Fighter IV rematch.” she answers with a devilish smile.
“You’re on.” you chuckle.
You were a pro at that game. You played it for hours at home. When Spitfire first challenged you to a match a couple months ago, you couldn’t resist playing. As good as she was in the skies, at home, on the console, you had the power. She got close once, but it was by pure luck you beat her again. For the longest time since, she demanded a rematch, but work got in the way. Now, it’s a free for all.
The two of you fought for hours. You used your go to fighter, Thunder Strike, while Spitfire picked the nimble, yet weaker combatant Quicksilver. She was convinced that she could beat you, furthering her viewpoint that strength would always lose out over speed. You had proved her wrong time and time again, and it would seem that you would never lose.
Until today.
Somehow, she had gotten better; a master even. You practiced with your fighter for hours, days, but she is knocking you out like you’re just a newcomer. She knows the moves, the simple and the complex. She is so fast; it’s like she knows what you’re going to do before you do it.
Can’t be. It’s just beginner’s luck. You try again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Ten matches later, and Spitfire still whups your once undefeated rump.
“YES!” she shouts, “I win again! Oh yeah! Who’s bad?!”
You sit there; mouth open wide at the television as ‘Player 1 Wins’ flashes across your face over and over again.
“I don’t believe it.” you say, “That was incredible.”
“You’re not the only one, who has mastered this game!” she celebrates further. Suddenly, she begins coughing, loudly.
On a reflex, you drop your controller, and rush to her side, putting a hoof on her shoulder.
“Are you okay?!” you ask in a panic.
“Yeah…” she finishes coughing, “Just a little phlegm is all.” You give her a nearby box of tissues from the table by her bed. “I’ve never seen you panic like that before. It's kind of cute.” she smiles.
“I’ve never heard you use the word ‘cute’ before.” you chortle, “It’s a little strange.”
“In a good way?”
“Maybe.” The two of you share another awkward moment. It’s taken you a long time to really notice her eyes. They practically sparkle when near a light source. It’s very beautiful. Hold on…dude…seriously…you better stop it, right now. I mean it. “Let me get you another cup of tea.” you excuse yourself.
“O-Oh, okay.” she says, watching you leave.
Thank Celestia you got yourself out of that mess. Just what in all of Equestria are you thinking? Not only is she your best friend, but she’s sick! You can’t just start making googly eyes at her! It’s really creepy…and weird! She probably thinks it’s weird too, so knock it off.
You return with the tea, which she tells you is just as good as the first cup. The sun is going down, you best be heading off.
“I think I should get going. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Wait…” she stops you, “Don’t you want to watch a movie?”
You think about that for a moment. Well, that’s what you two normally do when you come by her house. One movie can’t hurt.
“Okay.” you say, grinning, “What do you want to watch?”
“Pick something.”
Shrugging your shoulders, you go to her collection. She likes all the films that you like. Action, adventure, science fiction, never has she dragged you to some lame chick flick from that Pegasus Sparks guy. You settle on one.
“The Mare Do Well Rises.” You say, “I haven’t seen that in a while.”
“Me neither.” She watches you set it up. Once you do, she makes room for you on the bed, patting the mattress with her hoof. “Come on, sit next to me.”
The two of you spend the next three hours watching the movie. You were used to watching movies in her living room, with that kick ass sound system, but she appeared to have the same set up here. The only difference is now the two of you are side by side, elbow to elbow. She didn’t mind, though. The film itself was enjoyable as ever, and as the final credit rolled, the film was over in a flash.
“That was a really good movie.” you tell her, “The best one, in my opinion.”
“I agree.” she nods, “It’s one of my favorite superhero movies.”
You glance to the window. Night has fallen; you were so caught up with the movie, that you had no idea that it was pitch black outside.
“Woah.” you say, “Time sure flies.”
“Yeah. That’s why I like watching that movie. The three hours feel like one.”
“No kidding.” Then, you feel her shiver. You see her put her forelegs across her chest. That robe of hers doesn’t seem to be helping at all. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I’m cold. It’s hard to stay warm at night, when you’re sick.”
“I’ve been there. Hold on, I have an idea.” Quick on your hooves, you unfurl your left wing, and wrap it around her body. The shivering subsides. “Feeling any better?”
“Oooohhh, yeah. It’s really warm in here.”
“It WAS leaned against you for three hours.” you laugh.
“Well, you’ve done it now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Now, I don’t want you to leave.”
“Oh…right….” She’s right, you’ve done it now. You have her wrapped up in your wing like some kind of pony burrito, and you have nowhere to go. Good job genius. On the plus side, she’s not cold anymore.
“Do you mind, spending the night here?” she asks you.
“You mean…like a sleepover?”
“Yeah. Exactly.”
“Sure. That sounds fine by me.” There’s nothing wrong with this. The concept is new to you personally, but you’re well aware that it is common practice for friends to spend the night. Don’t know if there are certain rules for friends that are colts and mares, though.
“In that case, put the other wing around me.” she almost demands of you.
You do not hesitate. You really would do anything to make her happy. You move her down to a more comfortable position, and wrap your other wing around her, pressing her against your coat. You can feel her breath swaying that little tuft of fur on your chest. She is comfortable, and so are you.
“This is nice.” she says, beginning to get drowsy, “I had no idea how warm you were.”
“There are some benefits to being a big fat Pegasus, you know.” you jest.
“No, you’re not fat.” she tries to assure you, “You’re just right.”
Slowly, she puts a hoof on your chest, softly caressing it. You’re heart rate rises exponentially. She giggles; being so close to you, she can hear your heart beating one hundred miles a minute.
“I’m sorry. Am I making you nervous?”
“What? Uh….n-no. Nervous? Me? Nah, I don’t get nervous.”
“Your heart. It’s pounding.”
“That’s because I have…heart problems. Yeah…that’s it.” you laugh it off.
She sighs; from the sound of it, she doesn’t believe you. But, she stops feeling your chest anyway. Internally, you are relieved. She rubs her head against you, relaxing as if you were a pillow.
“Did I ever tell you…” she almost trails off, “…that you’re my best friend?”
“What?” you’re surprised. “That can’t be true.”
“Why not?”
“Because…you’re Spitfire. I’m sure you have a ton of friends other than me.”
“I do have a ton of friends…and I think you’re the best one.”
“That’s just sleepy talk.”
“I’m serious.”
“Then…” you think about it, “What is it about me?”
“I just like…hanging out with you. You’re a cool dude.”
“I never thought of myself as a cool dude, before.”
“You are. Why do you think I let you in the house?”
“Because I forced you to.”
“No. You weren’t the first one to try it. Soarin and the others came to my window too, and I told them to leave. You…I let you in.”
“Is that true?”
“Yes.” she yawns, “It’s true.” She wraps her hooves around your waist, holding you tightly with a firm grip. “I think….” she trails off again, “I…think…I…..” she goes silent. She goes fast asleep within seconds.
You smile. Resting your head on a pillow. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, it has been a long day for you; you deserve the rest.
The Fire Maned Pegasus of Cloudsdale
The morning sun hits your eyes like a blinding light shone in your face. You wake up instantly, covering your eyes with a free hoof. Looking down, you see Spitfire still sleeping softly on your coat. It’s a cute sight, hearing here quietly snore; you’ve never seen her asleep before. She was always a barrel of energy, but here, she’s in dreamland.
You move a lock of hair over her eyes to get a better view of her. Honestly, she is the prettiest thing you have ever….wait….stop it. No. No, do not do it. What do you mean ‘What?’ You know EXACTLY what I’m talking about. You get away from her at this instant!
Doing what I tell you to do, you furl your wings back up, and remove yourself from the bed. Her grip on you was no longer tight, so she was easy to remove. You put the blankets over her body, keeping her warm. She rustles in her sleep ever so slightly.
“Leaving already?” she whispers. You don’t respond, unsure if she’s talking to you, or whoever is in her dream. Quietly, you walk out of her room.
You walk out of the house with all the care and stealth you can muster. Just as you close the door…
“Hey! It’s him!” you hear a familiar voice behind you. Turning around, you see Surprise waving at you, but she’s not alone. Soarin, who is holding a bouquet of roses, and Thunderlane are there too. One of the two isn’t happy to see you. I can give you two guesses.
“Hey guys.” you say in a friendly manner, “Nice roses, Soarin.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Soarin asks. You guessed right; he’s the one that isn’t happy to see you.
“I was just leaving.”
“Why were you in Spitfire’s house?”
“I came by to see her yesterday and…”
“Yesterday?!” he interrupts, “You…you spent the night?”
“She asked me to stay, and I did. Okay? She’s really tired right now, so she probably might not be in the mood to see you guys, sorry.”
“She was definitely in the mood to see you yesterday! She wouldn’t even let us in!” he snaps at you, “What makes you so special?!”
“I’m her best friend.” You see Soarin’s eyes widen, nostrils flaring, he is pissed. “…Apparently.”
“You?” he growls, “A stupid, worthless Pegasus like you…is her best friend? Do you seriously believe that?”
You pause. It’s not the insult that is getting to you, but it’s the question that followed. That got you curious.
“Soarin…” Thunderlane says, “I think…”
“Shut up!” he shoots a look at Thunderlane, before turning back to you. “What makes you think you’re her best friend?”
“Spitfire told me last night.”
“Oh, she did, huh?”
“Yeah…why?”
“Soarin…” Surprise says, “Please don’t….”
“He needs to know.”
“Know what?”
“You know why Spitfire decided to hang out with you? Why she thought it was a good idea for you to visit her?” You shake your head. “Because she pitied you. She felt bad that you didn’t have any friends, so she decided to hang out with you just for a while, hoping the training would scare you off. But, it didn’t; you clinged onto her like a leech, sucking all the fun she wanted to have without you. She hasn’t been seeing you because you’re some kind of cool Pegasi, it’s because you’ve become a burden on her, and she’s just too nice to tell you to piss off.”
“That’s enough…” Thunderlane quietly says. He is silenced again with another look.
“She told me that, she told all of us that. She thinks that life would be better if you just left her alone!”
What Soarin is saying sounds unbelievable; by all rights, it should be. Spitfire told you last night that you were her best friend. Why would she lie about such a thing? You look to the others, hoping to see their faces with disagreeing looks. But they simply stand there, saying nothing. Maybe they’re scared of him, that could be it. He has been on your case the moment you came into Spitfire's life. But, why this weird feeling in your gut that he’s right?
Deep down, you do feel like a burden. Maybe you are one. Maybe she really is only being nice.
Maybe…maybe Soarin is just full of shit. Maybe he’s trying to get you away from her. Maybe he’s trying to get a rise out of you; to get you mad, to get you angry. Maybe he wants you to hit him, get YOU into trouble. You won’t have any of that. You’re not going to get beaten by this asshole! No, what you’re going to say is…
“Just hit me.”
What?
“What?” he asks you. We appear to be on the same page.
“Just hit me. You know you want to.”
Okay, I know you feel like you’re standing up to him, but listen to me. I’m your brain, and I think this is a really bad idea.
“Are you serious, right now?”
“Yeah. You’ve hated me the moment you saw me. I bet nothing would make you happier, than to see my dumb face get smashed by your hooves. So, what are you waiting for? HIT ME!”
You start walking towards him; you are very intimidating. Soarin and the others are stepping back.
“Come on! This is what you want isn’t it? Hit me! Break my muzzle! Make me uglier than I am! DO IT!”
Soarin does nothing. The others are frozen in shock. You scoff at him.
“That’s what I thought. All talk, and no balls. No wonder Spitfire broke up with you.”
WOAH! Where did that come from, dude? You’re starting to freak me out a little bit. I don’t think he’ll like that….
POW!!!
Yeah, Soarin just punched you square in the jaw.
Now, here you are, at a crossroads. Do you hit him back? Or, do you just get up and leave. You know the Wonderbolts probably have a show in a week; they always seem to. You also know you can take this guy in a fight. That punch may have hurt, but you’ve had worse.
You get up, looking at Soarin with a blank expression.
“Is that the best you can do?” you ask.
I’m not even going to ask anymore. Something inside you has snapped. All those years of being alone, all those years of having no friends. When you’ve finally found somepony willing to be with you, to laugh with you, to play with you, this Pegasus is trying to take her away from you.
He hits you again. He’s strong, but not strong enough.
“Please.” you smile, blood coming from your nostrils. “That’s your best shot?” He hits you again, “My mother can hit better than that.” And again. “You really are a wimp, aren’t you?” Again. “I thought you hated me! This is nothing!” Again. “Come on, asshole! Bring it!"
Soarin has had it. He tackles you, and wails on you for minutes. Surprise and Thunderlane grab him, trying to shake him off you.
“HEY!” shouted an approaching Royal Guard, “Just what in the hay is happening here?”
Soarin is pulled off you by the other two Wonderbolts. You get up, staggering to stay on your hooves, blood pouring out of your mouth and nostrils. The Guard looks at you like you should be dead.
“Sir? Are you okay?”
“Yeah" you spit out a blot of blood, "I’m fine.”
“No, you need to go to a hospital.”
“Nope. Don’t need it. I’m okay.” You stumble away from them, ready to go home.
“What about your attacker?”
“Leave him alone. He was just letting off some steam.” you look at Soarin, “Right?”
Soarin is speechless. Either he’s impressed that you’re still standing, or he’s scared that you’re still standing. Maybe both. You unfurl your wings, and take off to the skies, flying home.
This is going to hurt, when you get back home.
That face of yours hurts like hell now. Cleaning it was the hardest thing you had to do. Every inch of it felt like a thousand knives stabbing your face. You did your best not to cry, as you applied disinfectant, and put on the bandages, but you teared up quite a bit. Looking at your new visage, you look like you went ten rounds in the boxing ring. It’s going to take a while before it heals up.
I hope you feel better now. Never do anything crazy like that again, okay?
The next day, you hear a knock on your door. It’s frantic, who could be knocking on your door at this hour? Can’t be your boss, you don't have work today.
"Who is it?" you call out?
"Open up, it's me." you hear Spitfire's voice. She sounded worried.
You trot up to the door, unhinging the locks you had placed on it. The instant you open the door, Spitfire flies into your hooves, hugging you like she hadn’t seen you in years.
“Spitfire?!” you yelp in response.
“What the hell were you thinking?!” she shouts, “Surprise told me everything!”
“I wasn’t thinking.” Yeah, you kind of weren’t. “I just got sick of Soarin being mad at me all the time. So, I decided to give him the satisfaction.”
She looks at you, inspecting your face, crying at the sight of it.
“You know better than this! You didn’t…you didn’t…” she sobs, unable to finish what she set out to say.
“I told you. I’m a dumb Pegasus.”
“No…no you’re not. Don’t you ever do anything like this again, you hear me? You’re too important!” She hugs you again.
"I'm important?"
"Of course! You're my best friend, remember?"
That should sound comforting, really, it should. However, Soarin's words race through your mind, The way he talked to you, the way the others just stood there, it all felt so real. You had to know. You had to know if he was either telling the truth, or it was all just a ruse.
“Spitfire…did what Soarin say was the truth?” you ask. She pauses. Surprise really did tell her everything. Hesitance fills her voice. “That you only hung out with me out of pity?”
She separates herself from you shoulder, looking at you. Words can barely leave her mouth. Each passing moment she doesn't talk, your heart drops further and further down your body. You cannot believe it; she isn't denying it, and that is beginning to scare you...maybe even anger you.
“I...yes, but…” you look away from her, but she puts a hoof on the side of your face, forcing your gaze back to her. “It was only at first! I felt bad, I admit it. In the hospital, I could tell that you were sad and alone, and I wanted to do something. I thought that maybe if I hung out with you and trained you for a little bit, that you would get some confidence to make friends. But...you kept seeing me.”
“So, I really was a liability. Soarin was telling the truth.”
“No! No he wasn’t! When I really got to know you, when you told me about your life, and when I saw who you were past your shyness, everything changed. All the fun I had hanging out with you, all the days we talked, when we trained together, and went to the movies, and played games…that was real!”
“But…Soarin said that you didn’t have any fun around me.”
“Soarin’s a jealous asshole!” she fired back, “I've never had more fun, than when I was with you.”
Your heart skips a beat. Did she really just say that?
“Really?”
“Yes! You may have a habit of bring yourself down, acting like there’s nothing special about you, but you’re wrong! You are special!”
“Spitfire…” there is still suspicion in your voice.
“Don’t…don’t say my name like that. Like I’m feigning sincerity. I told you the night before that you were my best friend…and I meant it.”
“You did?”
“Yes. I've known many earth-ponies, unicorns, and Pegasi. In all my years, there’s no one out there…cooler than you.”
Your heart flutters. You’re on top of the world…maybe even the stratosphere. Spitfire really meant what she said. The truth is embedded in her sparkling eyes. You really are her best friend! She’s been with you for so long, that you have yet to find a single flaw about her. She’s smart, beautiful, but most of all, she’s your friend.
You suddenly lean in and kiss her on the lips.
Wait…no. NO! Don’t do that!
She lets out a surprised moan, as you continue to passionately lock lips with her.
Stop…stop it!
Her forelegs move to your chest, as she presses them against your coat.
She’s trying to push you away! Knock it off!
You move your hooves down to her perfect rump.
STOP!
You push her away. Tears flowing from your eyes, in shock at what you just did. She looks at you, wondering what just happened.
“I’m sorry. You have to go.” you say, pushing her towards the door.
“Wait…I…” she says, but you aren’t letting her finish.
“I’ll see you later.” you get her outside, “Have a good day.”
“Wait!” She says, but you slam the door shut, locking it to its fullest potential. You can hear her knocking furiously, but you pay no mind to it.
It’s time that we have a talk, Mister! You. Me. Bathroom. Now.
You gallop into the bathroom, and look into the mirror. You begin talking to yourself, specifically, you start talking to me.
Now, just what the hell is the matter with you?!
“I don’t know! It just happened!”
She was making you feel better, and what did you do? You kissed her! Forcefully!
“I couldn’t help it! She…she made me feel…good…about myself.”
How could you do that? How could be so stupid? Why do I even bother with you? I'm your conscience, your thoughts, and you go off and do the illogical thing! You never think things through! Never! All you do is one stupid thing after another! You nearly died in that lightning strike, you got yourself beaten up, and now you kissed your best friend in this world, potentially damaging your friendship with her!
“This is different!”
How?!
“BECAUSE I LOVE HER!”
A pause. Really?
“Yes…” tears pour from your eyes. There’s no hiding it anymore. “I’ve been in love with her since the moment I met her.”
But…how? I should know about this. I’m you. I’m the one that talks to you, the voice inside your head, narrating your every move. How did I not see it?
“You’ve noticed it. You just kept telling me not to go through with it.”
Thinking back to all those times, all the moments, it suddenly all makes sense. The hoof holding, the long stares, the obvious attraction you have for her. This…this changes things, doesn’t it? You’re in love with Spitfire, the Captain of the Wonderbolts. Do you have any idea what this means? What are you going to do? How are you going to do it?
“I was going to ask you the same thing.” You put your hooves on your face, hiding yourself from your own reflection. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?”
Yeah, you sure did, buddy. Look, I know that she means everything to you. You are willing to walk through fire for her, right?
“Of course, I am.”
Then…you’re going to have to let her go.
“What? I’m not going to stop being her friend!”
I’m…I mean WE aren’t saying that. We can still be her friend, but face it, you and her? It’s not going to happen. Look at her. She’s beautiful, she’s popular, and no offense, but you’re kind of…
“Lame?”
I was going to say ‘out of her league’. You’re her best friend; why ruin a good thing with something like this? Isn’t hanging out with her enough?
“I wish it was.”
It’s going to have to be.
You sigh. This is the way things are, and will always be.
“Okay…” you say, “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. If I really love her, I have to let her go.”
Exactly. You should tell her tomorrow. She might be really mad at you right now.
“Okay. I will. You mind leaving me alone for a while?”
Sure thing. Take all the time in the world.
The next afternoon, you go to her house. You pray that she’s home, but more importantly, you pray that she isn’t mad at you. You approach her doorstep with trepidation, but you make it. You knock three times. Nothing. You do it again. Still nothing. One more can’t hurt.
On the second knock, the door opens. Spitfire is on the other side. She looks at you, but no words come from her mouth. She looks as if she wants to say something, but nothing is spoken. You speak first.
“I’m sorry.” you say, “I shouldn’t have done that. I took advantage of your friendship, and did something that I’m not proud of. You have every right to hate me; I wouldn’t blame you. I hate me too. If you want, I would like to continue being friends, if that’s okay with you.”
No words from her. She continues to stare. There is no indication how this day is going. You’ve said your peace; it might be time to go.
“I’ll see when I see you, then.”
“Hold on.” Spitfire finally speaks. You look back at her. She alternates between staring at you and the ground below. “I don’t hate you. I was just…caught off guard. I never really expected you to do that."
“I know, and I apologize for it. I’ll never do that again.”
She pauses with a curious look, before replying..."Never?”
“Yes." you put a hoof on your chest, doing a solemn swear. "As Celestia as my witness, I will never kiss you again.”
“I see….” She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and exhales slowly. It’s a strange moment, to be sure. Then, when her eyes open, she flashes a smile. “Okay then. Friends it is.” She reaches out a hoof.
“Really?”
“Yeah! You think something like that would stop me from being your friend?”
“Kind of…”
“You give me too little credit, dude. I’m not the kind of mare that ends a friendship, when sudden kisses happen.” she chuckles.
You look back down at her hoof. You couldn’t believe the quick recovery she showed. As time passes, you grin, and finally shake her hoof.
“Okay.” you smirk, “Thank you for being so understanding.”
“No problem. Hey, would you like to come inside for a rematch? I'll let you win, if it'll make you feel better.”
“Not today. Maybe later, alright?”
“O-Okay. I’ll see you later in the week, then?”
“You bet.” you wave her goodbye, “I’ll see you around, Spitfire.”
She smiles, and closes the door. You step off the porch, on your way back home. You’re conscious is clear, and the two of you are still the best of friends.
As you prepare to walk home, you spot an interesting sight. Soarin stands not too far away from your left. The moment you notice him, the two of you share a look, but he doesn’t seem to be there to antagonize. Quite the opposite; it's a look of regret. Again, it’s a curious sight. You go to him; he steps away from you slightly, like he’s afraid.
“Soarin?” you wonder, “What are you doing here?”
“You’re….you’re talking to me? After what I did?”
“In all honesty, I should be hitting you back. But you guys have a show coming up.”
“Not for another week or so.”
“Oh.” you chuckle, “That's embarrassing. Well, now I really should have hit you. The only reason why I didn’t pummel you after all that, was because I didn’t want you flying out there with a black eye.”
“You really freaked me out, you know? I didn’t expect you to act like that.”
“Neither did I.”
“Surprise told her everything. Spitfire gave me the verbal beating of a lifetime.”
“Did she kick you out off the team?”
“No. Just if I did it again, she would do the same to me, tenfold.” Soarin looks at you funny, like he’s really confused. “Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“Talking to me, like we just had a slight disagreement?”
“I don’t know. Tell me what you are doing here.”
“I…” he sighs, “I wanted to apologize. I thought it would be harder to do. Look, I really did a number on you, and if you want to hit me back, then go…”
WHAP! You sucker punch him across the face. Damn dude. That was a hard hit. His eyes are widened, his mouth open. He puts a hoof across his jaw, before looking back at you. A little bit of blood drops from his mouth.
“Okay…I deserve that.” he looks almost impressed, “Did you ever consider a career in boxing?”
“Nope. Never did, and never will. This doesn’t mean we’re friends, by the way. You think that apologizing to me, is going to take away all the crap you have pulled in six months? All the insults, all the dirty looks, everything? This only means that I will tolerate you, from now on.”
“That’s fair."
"To be honest, though...apologizing, and letting me hit you...is a step in the right direction."
"Hey..." he looks at you with a smirk, almost in admiration. "You seem like an alright colt. And you can date Spitfire, it’s okay.”
“I wasn’t planning on dating her.”
“What? But…you spent so much time with her! I thought…”
“No. We’re just friends.”
“Shit, that’s why…sweet Celestia.” he looks down in embarrassment.
“We all make mistakes, Soarin. Now, run along. You're going to need an ice pack for that jaw.”
“No kidding.” he nods, “I guess I’ll see you later.”
“Maybe.”
Soarin flies off, onto his destination. That went better than expected, too. Well, everything is back to the way it was, without the antagonizing Soarin, of course. Will you be friends with him? Probably. But for now, merely tolerating him is a good step. Just as long as he doesn’t beat you up again. If he does, you’re more than ready to handle him.
Looks like things will be alright, after all.
The Fire Maned Pegasus of Cloudsdale
Before The Show [Explicit Content]
The big show is about to begin, and you’re running late! You fly to the Cloudosseum with as much strength and speed as you can muster, thinking to yourself that you just might break the sound barrier if you went any faster. No such luck, you’re still just a regular Pegasus. You make it to your destination with over twenty minutes to spare; good, you have just enough time to make it to her room. What do you mean ‘Who’s room’? Wow, you are thick, aren’t you? You’re going to see Spitfire! Remember her? She’s only been your best friend for the past year and a half!
How cool was that, when you first became friends with her? She’s the captain of the most famous flyers in all of Equestria! Most ponies would kill to be in a spot like that! The two of you were like peas in a pod, only you were that very obscure pea nopony thought much of, while Spitfire was like the coolest pea ever. She never treated you as some lame pity friend, though; she loved to hang out with you, sometimes more so than her fellow Wonderbolts. You never missed a show featuring them, and you were always there to cheer Spitfire and her team on. You were like their own personal sideline cheerleader. Yeah, they had a squad of those already, but you didn’t give a hoot.
It’s been well over a year after the day you took advantage of her friendship. When she came by to comfort you, after Soarin beat you up out of misplaced jealousy, you kissed her, and would have done much more if you didn’t get a hold of yourself. Spitfire was surprisingly forgiving, and agreed to continue the friendship with no harm or foul.
You continued to be there for her. You continued to be her best friend. Spitfire was happy that you were there for her so much, that she gave you your very own VIP booth in the Cloudosseum, and the ability to visit her before show time.
In fact, that’s what you’re supposed to be doing right now! Why are you reminiscing about this stuff? What’s wrong with you?! Go on, you idiot!
You plow through the crowd of reporters, paparazzi, and screaming fans, as you make your way to Spitfire’s dressing room. They bombarded you will all sorts of questions; how she was, your opinion on how she’s going to perform, if she was in a relationship with somepony named Rainbow Dash, all were very standard questions that you have heard a thousand times before ad nauseum. You didn’t bother with those ponies, you were here for one specific pony, and her door is standing a few more feet away from you.
Today was a big day for her; not only was she putting on an airshow with her fellow Wonderbolts, but today, she is performing her first solo flight show in front of the biggest crowd of the season, which included both Princess Celestia AND Princess Luna, in a very rare appearance. She told you that she had been practicing all week, and you want to go there to show your everlasting support for her. You even brought your video camera to catch the whole thing. She told you a couple days before that she was excited, but also extremely anxious, but you simply told her that everything was going to be alright, and that she would do a fantastic job. You meant it too; there really was nopony out there that could compete with her skills.
You open the door to her room, immediately slamming it shut, silencing the crowd of questioning ponies. Turning to see her, you notice something strange about her; costume not zipped up, elbows on the table in front of the mirror, looking ever so stressed out.
“Hey Spitfire? You okay?” you ask. It’s been awhile since you’ve seen her like this.
“Lock the door.” she tells you. You do so, no questions asked.
You trot over to her side, putting a caring hoof on her shoulder, wondering just what is happening with her. In fact, you should probably ask that question.
“What’s the matter?” you ask. Close enough.
“What do you think is the matter?” she snaps, “I’m nervous!”
“You? Nervous?” you chuckle at the absurdity, “I never thought of you as the nervous type.”
“Well, I am.” She puts her head down on the table, groaning in annoyance. “How many ponies are out there?”
“It’s a really big turnout. The Princesses have arrived, too.”
“UGH!” she yells, “That means if I mess up, I’ll be the laughing stock of Equestria!”
“You’re not going to mess up.” You try to reassure her, “You’ll do great.”
“I’ve been practicing all week, and I STILL can’t get the routine right! Now, I have to perform it in front of thousands of ponies by myself?! This is the worst day ever!”
“No, it’s not. You’ll pull through, you always have.” you give her a gentle smile.
“You wouldn’t be saying that, if it was you out there!” she snaps again. Your smile disappears. She sighs with remorse. “I’m sorry. You’re just trying to help, and I appreciate it.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re scared, and I understand.” you move your hoof to her back, caressing it with friendly intentions. “Look at yourself…” you see her look at herself in the mirror, “What do you see?”
“I see a nervous wreck, that’s what I see.” she jests.
“Really? I don’t see that at all.”
“Okay, I’ll bite. What do you see?”
“I see Spitfire; the most famous flier in all of Equestria. You’re smart, brave, and have the coolest mane I have ever seen…” your heart flutters when she chuckles at that last part, “…and you’re going to be perfection out there, just like you’ve always been.”
“That’s sweet of you to say.” her smile reforms back into a sad look, “But I…” she looks down again with doubt, “I wish that were true. My hooves are shaking, and I don’t know how to get rid of it.”
A knock on the door is heard.
“Fifteen minutes, Spitfire!” A pony calls out from the other side.
“Okay!” Spitfire shouts out, annoyed at him. She looks back at you with a scoff, “That guy shows up every five minutes. Doesn’t help with my nervousness at all. Makes it worse, really.”
“Alright…” you look more determined than ever to help her out, “Name it.” you say. She looks at you confused.
“What?”
“What do you need? Name it. I’ll give you anything you want. Anything you need to get rid of those pesky shakes. I’m here for you.”
“Anything…” you hear her whisper to herself, thinking about the possibilities.
“Yeah! Anything. I could get you a soda, some coffee, I hear candy helps. No drugs. I draw a line at drugs. I’m not going to have my best friend be a drug user, and turn this thing into an after school special. So come on….” you clap your hooves together in anticipation, “Tell me what you want.”
You watch her pause for about a minute, thinking of what she’s going to say next. A small smirk briefly graces her face, before she suddenly becomes serious. She turns to you; you’re ready to hear something very standard, perhaps silly. Maybe she does want water, maybe she wants you to do a silly chicken dance, maybe she wants…
“You.” she says.
Wait, what? You must be going crazy, best ask her to clarify.
“Excuse me?” you ask. “My ears are probably failing me, but did you just say…”
“You.” she finishes your question, “Nothing is wrong with your hearing.”
“Okay…but what do you want me to do?”
“I want…you.” Her eyes travel along your body, slowly…seductively. Gradually, you begin to understand what she’s talking about.
You pause, and for good reason too. Spitfire, your best friend, just asked you to have sex with her. You’re on your own here, buddy. Good luck.
“You’re just messing with me, aren’t you?” you try to laugh it off. She’s not laughing. “Wait…you’re serious?”
“You told me you would give me anything I wanted.”
“Well, yeah, but I wasn’t expecting THAT.”
“So, you’ve thought about it?”
“N-No!” you stutter, of course you have. “No, of course not!”
“Look. I just told you want I want, and you have four minutes to do it.”
“FOUR MINUTES?!”
“I have to be out there ten minutes before the show starts. So, come on. Be quick about it.”
You back away slowly from her. If this is a joke, she’s taking it way too far. The look on her face says she’s not joking, but you don’t know that, you are supremely confused about all this.
“I know you’re stressed, but I can’t do this.”
She gets up, walking towards you with mad determination.
“I’m not giving you a choice.” She SLAMS you against the wall, ripping your video camera off your neck by its straps, throwing it on the floor. She quickly pulls her outfit off, revealing her naked body to you. That shouldn’t be weird for you; you hang out with her all the time with her outfit off, but it is when she takes it off in such a manner.
She opens her mouth, driving her tongue into yours for a rough kiss. Your eyes widen in shock, as she plays with your tongue. It’s messy, yet oh so erotic.
“You want this, don’t you?” she practically breathes out between kisses, ”I bet you fantasized about me all the time.” Yeah, you have. “That day, when you kissed me, you probably wanted to go further, didn’t you?” Yes… you did. “Did you think I was going to forget about that? I never forgot about that.”
Her hoof travels down, forcefully rubbing against your sheath until your quickly hardening member reveals itself to her.
“Spitfire, please…” you wince. You’re saying no, but your body is screaming yes. You’re doing nothing to fight it. In all honesty, you’ve wanted this for a long long time, and as much as you vocally protest, you cannot hide from the truth.
She looks down at your length, almost bug eyed at it.
“That’s what I’ve been missing?!” she compliments your size, something you never thought you would hear in your life. She kneels down, and without anything resembling a proper warning, wraps her lips around your length, and starts vigorously sucking you off, your member reaching well past the back of her throat.
“OH, SWEET CELESTIA!!!” you scream in your mind. Your wings pomf instantaneously, knocking over a lamp on a nearby table.
She stops mere seconds after starting, releasing your length from the grip of her mouth, watching it wobble in the air. She looks at it carefully, before declaring…
“Yeah…that looks wet enough.”
Suddenly, she gets closer to you, pressing herself against your chest, as she guides your shaft, and forcefully plunges it into her sex. You gasp in shock upon insertion. “You have two and a half minutes left.” she whispers, “Let’s go.”
Spitfire pulls you across the room, leading you right back to the table, where she sits down on top of it. She grabs onto you, and grinds your length hard and fast. You’re too shocked to do anything, but her gasps and moans are beginning to drive you insane. She loves the feeling of you inside her, which makes you even more frozen than ever. You don’t know whether to remain frozen, or to pound her into oblivion. You are about to proceed with the first option, when on a whim, you look into the mirror, watching her rock you like a hurricane. It was at that moment, where the reality of what is happening, has finally set in for you.
“This is happening…I’m actually doing it…” you think to yourself.
“Come on…” she moans into your ear, “I can’t do all the work myself. I have a show to do.”
You look back into her eyes; she stares into your soul as she rides you. You put your hooves on her shoulders.
“You’re right.” you tell her, “You do.”
Suddenly, your primal urges take hold, as you grab onto her, and pull her to the floor, onto her back. She gasps at your sudden aggression, but not unwelcomingly so, as you mercilessly thrust into her hard. Now you’re doing all the work, pounding her harder and harder. She moans in ecstasy, revelling in you taking her like there is no tomorrow.
“Yes!” she shouts, “This is what I want! This is EXACTLY what I want!”
This is exactly what you want, too. This could very well be the greatest moment of your entire life…too bad it’s about to come to an end in about a minute. You don’t have much longer until your big finish. The pressure inside your crotch begins to build at a rapid pace. You try to fight it, but it’s not working in the slightest.
“Spitfire…” you gasp.
“No, not yet.” she tells you.
She can see your struggle, and she decides to exacerbate it. She grabs you by the shoulders, hurriedly flipping you over on your back, as she rides the hell out of you like a cowpony on a bull, bucking her hips back and forth, which does absolutely nothing for your ever decreasing stamina.
“Oh my…” she pants, “Almost there, almost there, almost there….” Her moans become louder, and more strained. You are so happy that the reporters outside are still louder than she is; they are missing the story of a lifetime.
It’s then, that you think to yourself, “I really hope the record button on the video camera didn’t get pressed when….oh my….” you can’t even finish your thought; because you’re about to unleash yourself into her.
You tense up, you’ve hit your breaking point. It’s probably a good time to tell her.
“Spitfire, I…” you cannot utter another word, once she puts a hoof over your mouth, as she reaches her impending climax.
“I’m cumming!” she shouts, “AHHH!!!!”
Her inner walls tighten around your length, giving you the opportune moment. You explode your seed inside of her, as her juices flow out of her and onto your lap. You hold your breath at the power of your orgasm. The room is dead silent, neither one of you making any kind of noise during the climactic moment of your quick love making. Finally, the two of you stop with your orgasm-fest, and take a moment to breathe. She collapses onto you, breathing heavily on the floor behind you.
“That…hit the spot…” she said, “Thank you.”
Now, it’s your turn to talk. You just had sex with your best friend, and you enjoyed every minute of it. Well, once you got into it anyway. This will probably just be a weird chapter in your relationship with her, so you best say something funny right now to lighten the mood.
“Spitfire…I love you…” you say.
Or…you can admit that you love her. That’s cool too.
You couldn’t kidd yourself any further; you’ve been in love with this mare since the moment you laid eyes on her. It’s only natural that one day, you would have to admit your feelings for her, one way or another. Even after we agree to let it all go, and pretend like it never happened, we both knew that this day would come…it was just fate that you happened to do it after a session of spontaneous, sweaty, fast and rough sex.
She pauses for what felt like ages. Slowly, she brings her head up to face you, looking at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. There is no emotion on her face; you have no clue just what in the hay she is thinking right now.
A knock on the door is heard.
“Spitfire!” the pony on the other side calls out, “Ten minutes till showtime!”
You both turn to the door, but Spitfire is the one to talk.
“Okay, I’ll be right out.” she says in a less rude tone than the last time. She looks back down at you. “I have to get going.” She gets off of you, and you feel your length slide out of her; a very strange feeling. You watch her as she canters to her outfit, drops of your seed coming out of her with each step, but she doesn’t seem to notice, or very much care. She slips into the outfit easily, and then puts on her goggles. Once she is zipped up, she walks past you to the door.
“You should probably step back a little bit.” She tells you, “The press might not want to see a stallion in your…’condition’ laying in the middle of my dressing room.” You notice her looking at your descending erection. You blush as you get up, and take a few steps back. “When you’ve cleaned up, I’ll see you in the VIP booth after the show, okay?”
“Yeah. Sure thing.” You put on your best smile. “I’ll see you then. Oh, and uh…good luck.”
“Thanks.” she nods and smiles, putting the goggles over her eyes. With a quick flip of the psychological switch, she opens the door, and becomes the egotistical Spitfire that everypony loves to see, greeting the press with smiles and waves. As they throw every sort of question at her…she closes the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You gallop to your camera, picking it up, looking straight at the lens. Right next to it…the red light is on. Your mouth widens in shock. In a hurry, you stop the recording, and rewind the tape, stopping it after a few seconds. Pressing play, you see it. Spitfire, riding you nonstop, and you with a look of euphoria on your face. You stop the tape, looking at the mirror, staring closely at yourself as the gravity of everything that has happened hits you like a ton of bricks.
“Sweet Celestia…” you say to your reflection, “This…isn’t happening…is it? No, no it couldn’t be. You’re just having some kind of weird dream. I mean, Spitfire wouldn’t just come out and have sex with you on a whim. That’s just crazy…right?” You look back at the camera, watching the rest of the tape until your climax. Watching yourself cum is a very odd sight to see. You should probably turn that off. You do. Good. You look back at yourself in the mirror.
“Okay. Say that this isn’t a dream. That this is all real, and you just told Spitfire that you loved her. What are you going to do?” You think about this for a few moments. “Tell her that you didn’t really mean it? No. You can’t do that with a straight face. Then again, you’ve kept this secret for so long, maybe she’ll believe you. No. No it’s not going to work. Okay brain, what other ideas do you have?” Sorry, I have nothing for you. You sigh, unable to think up a plausible solution to this quandary. “You’re in trouble, aren’t you?” Yep…major trouble.
The intercom in the room comes on.
“The 200th Annual Equestrian Air Show is about to begin! Everypony, take your seats. We will start in under ten minutes.”
You gather yourself up, breathing in and out at what is to come. You decide to wait on it, putting the topic in a metaphorical ‘later’ drawer in your brain; right next to ‘ambitions in life’ and ‘sexual thoughts about Spitfire’. Besides, you came there to cheer her on, and dammit, you’re going to do so. You re-attach the straps to the camera, wrap it around your neck, and march right out that door to watch your best friend wow that crowd.
She certainly wowed you not a few minutes ago.
Yeah, this is definitely something you two are going to have to talk about after the show. Right now, you’re just going to have to enjoy yourself.
The Fire Maned Pegasus of Cloudsdale
You sit there in the VIP Room of the Cloudosseum, watching everypony take their seats for the Air Show. The Princesses calmly wait, formally greeting any passerby that has the courage to talk to them. You? You aren’t concerned with such things. Your mind is still back in the dressing room, where you not only had sex with your best friend, but your V-Card has been launched into space, and blown up by a missile.
I apologize for doing this again, but you do know what a V-Card is, right? Virginity? Okay, just making sure.
The camera that recorded the entire act is in your hooves, you replay the event over and over, watching how something you only dreamt about became a reality.
“This is a trip.” you whisper to yourself.
Suddenly, the music of the Cloudosseum blares all around. The show is about to begin.
You look back at the tape. You did promise Spitfire that you would record the show. Then again…sex tape, dude! Okay, okay, I was just throwing that out there, no need to get all snippy. You rewind the tape all the way to the beginning. Press the record button, and before your eyes, every second of you two’s lovemaking is erased by footage of the air show.
“Don’t want this falling in the wrong hooves…” you think to yourself, “Especially not the paparazzi.”
Good idea. Such a waste; getting rid of a perfectly good tape, though. Even though it was ripped from your body, the angle that it settled on was absolutely perfect. But, you seem to know what you are doing, so it’s all good.
As for the show itself, it’s quite a sight to see. You watch as various members of the Equestrian Air Force fly around the Cloudosseum, performing all kinds of tricks that would make somepony, even one as well trained as you, shake in their hooves. The crowd goes nuts at every turn, every flip, every barrel roll that they performed, and being where you are, you get it all on tape.
One after the other, different teams from all over the world come to show their stuff. Unlike last year, there were no crashes, but that’s not to say that there weren’t any close calls though. The flying team from Filly Delphia were off during their routine by just a fraction of a second, causing two to clip each other and go into a dive. They luckily managed to balance out, much to the relief of everypony that was watching.
The Wonderbolts were the last ones to go, as they were the most popular, and the most talented. Outside the Cloudosseum, their posters were adorned all around the walls, with the highly detailed artwork of each of the members greeting everypony on the way in. You have your own posters in your house, and a limited edition Spitfire poster, which she signed for you. She did wonder why you wanted it signed so badly, when you were already her friend. You told her that you always wanted an autograph from her, which was as good of a reason as any.
Being so famous, they got the biggest applause of hoof stomps from the audience. It’s no surprise, too. They are, and will always be the best flying team in all of Equestria.
They began their routine as soon as the applause died down. Epic orchestral music blared through the speakers, as they flew into the skies, and performed a variety of amazing tricks. You were there for almost every training session, so everything that you saw, you’ve seen before. However, you had never seen in front of an audience before. They ate it all up like it was the most delicious candy ever created. Still, your heart did race as they cut through the air with the greatest of ease, being as flawless as they ever been. The crowd reactions made it almost seem to you like you were watching this for the first time. That must be why your heart is pounding so much.
When the last trick is performed, and the music stopped, everypony burst into applause. But, it wasn’t over yet. The main event, especially for you, is about the begin.
The Announcer floated up on his podium cloud, and talked in that overly dramatic voice he was well known for.
“And now…performing her first solo flight in her entire career, fillies and gentlecolts, I give you….SPITFIRE!!!!”
The crowd roars upon the Announcer saying her name, as Spitfire separates herself from her team, launching into the sky, leaving a trail of flames lingering in the air, and opening her hooves to take in the applause. She is all smiles out there in the sky, and you are capturing every second of it.
She takes a deep breath, loosening herself up, and within seconds, she is off. You’ve never seen her practice this routine; she would tell you that she wanted to practice alone. Like a good friend, you adhered to her request, and stayed at home or did your job. This was your first time watching her, and like the crowd watching her now, you are in awe. Everything she is doing in that sky is the most incredible display of awesome that you have ever seen. To repeat what has been seen would only serve to do it no justice, just know that if you ever attempted anything like what she is accomplishing right now, not only would you fail spectacularly, but you would also be struck by a random bolt of lightning just for being such a failure.
Your steady hooves keep the camera on her at all times. It’s like every move she makes guides you, even though you have never seen her do these tricks before. You can almost anticipate them, nevertheless.
Just then, the big finish happens. She creates a massive fire ring in the sky, before powering through it with a sonic boom, taking out any trace of the fire. It’s an incredible sight. The moment she is done, the crowd goes wild. It takes every ounce of you not to do the same thing; you’re the one holding the camera after all. Once she sees the tape, you would hate to have spoiled the final trick with your shaking and loud cheering.
Spitfire floats down to the center of the Cloudosseum, waving at crowd in appreciation. She takes a bow for the Princesses, and then...her eyes glide over to you, watching her from the VIP Booth, looking directly into the camera. Her smile widens, as she then jets towards you, past the crowd.
Quickly, you shut off the camera the moment she enters the booth. She is ecstatic, sweating, breathing heavily, and as happy as can be.
“I did it!” she squealed, “Sweet Celestia, I did it!” She jumps into your forelegs, embracing you tightly. You return the gesture with your own hug.
“Yes, you did! How did you do that thing with the fire?”
“Special liquid on my tail; completely fireproof.”
“That’s amazing!”
“How was I? she asks you, “Was I good?”
“You were perfect. Just like I said you would be.” you say.
“Is it all on the tape?” she takes the camera, “Let me see.” She rewinds it to the last trick, she is amazed how well you captured that. “Oh, wow. This is so cool!” she looks at you, beaming. “Thank you so much! I can’t wait to show this to everypony!”
“It’s nothing.” you downplay it.
“No…” she puts down the camera, and gets closer to you. Gently, she moves her hooves on your head, bringing you face to face, resting your forehead onto hers. “It means the world to me. Thank you…” she whispers.
Your lips are dangerously close to hers now. You can practically taste her breath. She licks her lips, and lets out a deep breath. If you wanted to, you could kiss her right then and there, but you hesitate to do so. You remember the last time that happened. Then again, the two of you just made love for the first time, maybe she wouldn’t mind. She can see the conflict in your eyes.
“Do you want to go?” she wonders.
“Only if you do.” Good response.
Suddenly, Reporters and Paparazzi burst into the VIP room. Instantly, the two of you separate yourselves from one another, hiding a potential story away from them. She holds onto your hoof, bringing you out of the VIP room, pushing past the crowd, and heading towards the exit.
“Come on.” She says as she pulls you.
When the two of you exit, you immediately take to the skies before the stampeding press could catch up with you both. You and Spitfire fly high in the sky, the rush of adrenaline pulses through her, having been through one hell of a day. She laughs and whoops as she goes faster, and you can catch up with her. That rush she is feeling is also pouring through you, as you go faster and faster. All those months of training have paid off. She’s still faster than you, though, and she knows it.
“Let’s go, slow poke!” she shouts, “I can fly ten laps before you can do one!”
“That’s an over exaggeration and you know it!” you smile, “You can do at least four laps, before I can do one!”
“Bet you can’t catch me!” she challenges.
“You’re on!”
You chase her through the clouds, the both of you having the time of your lives. She dives down to the mountains, and you follow her through. You know these mountains; she took you through them one time during a training session. You had trouble before, but now, you are almost a master. She still beats you, but you’re not that far behind.
She takes to the skies again, and you catch up to her. You fly side by side with her, and grab her by the shoulder.
“Got you!” you yell.
You two stop. Breathing like you two are breathing your last breaths, exhausted from the race, looking to each other with smiles on your faces.
“You’re getting better.” she admits, “But you had the advantage.”
“Being what?”
“You didn’t have a show to perform ten minutes ago.”
“I guess you’re right.” you chuckle. “So, where would you like to go next?”
She chuckles, as she flies downwards. You follow her. She’s leading you somewhere. Somewhere familiar. Somewhere you’ve been before, but only through the lens of unconsciousness.
Spitfire lands in the middle of a gorgeous grassy field and you follow suit. She looks around the area, remembering events that have long since passed. She looks to you with a gentle smile.
“Do you remember this place?” she asks.
“Of course.” you survey the area, “This is where we first met.”
“You came down from there…” she points to the center of the sky, “All the way over here.” She leads her hoof to a dent in the ground, now covered by grass, “Right next to where I’m standing.”
“I almost crashed into you?”
“Yeah. It was lucky that you didn’t hit me. Scared the crap out of me, though.” she chuckles, then looks at you with loving eyes. “Do you remember when you first saw me?”
“How could I forget?” you walk closer to her, “Wet mane, a concerned expression on your face, cradling me with your forelegs, yet… you were still so beautiful. I think I even called you that.”
“It was the first thing you said to me, before you passed out.”
“Good to know it left an impression on you.” The two of you share a chuckle. “You never did answer my question, though. Not really anyway.”
“What question was that?”
“About why you were out here, in the middle of a rainstorm.”
Her smile turns into a look of sadness; a painful memory she locked away has been reopened, thanks to you.
“You don’t have to answer.” you quickly say, “I’m sorry.”
“No. It’s okay.” She takes a deep breath. “I knew that I was going to have to tell you sooner or later.” She thinks carefully about her next words. “Did I ever tell you why Soarin and I broke up?”
“You said that you weren’t feeling it.”
“That…wasn’t entirely true. At the time, I didn’t know you well enough to tell you, but considering the circumstances…” she pauses for a few moments, “When Soarin and I were dating, it got pretty serious.”
“How serious are we talking about?”
“Like ‘sleeping with each other’ serious.”
“Yeah, I get the picture.” Judging by what happened earlier today, you can piece it together that she was quite experienced with the art of lovemaking. Still, imagining Soarin having sex with Spitfire made your stomach turn, even if the two of you are now on friendlier terms.
“The thing was…I wanted to be more than that.” Her words get you curious, “I told him that one day, I wanted to quit being Captain of the Wonderbolts, settle down, and have foals.”
“Woah.” you are shocked at this turn, “What happened?”
“He didn’t like that. He didn’t want me to quit, much less get married, and have foals. We fought, said some things that we both regretted. It was a pretty tough moment of my life. After hours of yelling and screaming, he walked out on me, and our relationship was over.”
“But, that couldn’t be why you were out on the field. The two of you were buddy-buddy when I was at the Cloudosseum.”
“That was almost a year before I met you. Since then, we became friends again. Eventually, he wanted to start over, but I didn’t want to. I knew that the day would come when I would bring up the topic again, and I was scared. Until…”
“Until what?”
“The day before I met you, I was at the hospital for a checkup. The Doctor did some tests, standard stuff, when something came up.”
You feared the worst. Please oh please, let it not be cancer. This story already sounds depressing as it is! You would die right there if she told you it was cancer, or any other sort of life ending disease. On the high chance of you embarrassing yourself, you held your tongue.
“I found out that…” her eyes begin to water, “I was infertile.”
It wasn’t cancer, but your heart still dropped like a stone.
“What?” you gasp in shock.
“I couldn’t have foals. No matter how hard I could try, I wouldn’t be able to create life. There was nothing they could do to help me.”
“Spitfire…” you walk up to her, putting a hoof on her back.
“That’s why I was out here. I wanted to be alone. I didn’t want to talk to anypony. Just me and my thoughts; my pain. But then…” she looks up at you, “…then you showed up.”
“I’m sorry that I ruined your alone time.”
“No…” she laughs through the tears, “You didn’t ruin anything.” She puts a hoof on your cheek. “You took away what I was feeling, and replaced it with concern for your life. I wasn’t going to let you die out here, even if I didn’t know the first thing about you.” Gently, she caresses you. “I know I told you that I became friends with you, because I felt sorry for you…”
“But you warmed up to me, eventually.” you smile.
“Yes. But it was more than that. You helped me forget all the pain I was feeling. Every moment I spent with you made me happier than I had ever been. The video games we played, the movies we watched, the walks, the training, every comforting word you said to me, was like medicine to me. I was with you for so long, that it got to the point where I…I…” she blushes, looking down on the grass, “Where I developed a bit of a…a crush on you.” she blushes.
What? Did she just say…? Holy shit. Seriously? A crush? On you?
“You did?”
“And…I still do.” she looks deep into your eyes, “I wanted to tell you for a while. But, I thought that you only saw me as a friend, or a sister.”
“If I only saw you as a sister…I wouldn’t have done what I did.”
“I know. When you kissed me that day, it was something I always wanted. I wanted you to take me into your hooves, and kiss me like it was your last day in Equestria. But…you pushed me away. Before I could tell you everything, before I could say what I truly felt about you, you shut me out. Why did you do that?”
“I…I thought that I was taking advantage of you. You came by to cheer me up, and I thanked you with a forced kiss, and almost more than that. I never thought you had a crush on me. I actually thought you only saw me as a friend…or a brother.”
“If I only saw you as a brother…I wouldn’t have done what I did.” she smirks.
“I figured as much.”
“The day after you kissed me, you came by and said you only wanted to be friends. I tried to remain strong on the outside, but on the inside, I was heartbroken. The instant I closed that door, the instant you were out of my sight…I cried.”
You’re about to cry right now, dude. I told you to let her go; that wanting a relationship with her would destroy your friendship. But, I was wrong. She wanted to be with you, and I, your stupid brain, told you not to go through with it. Wait; there is still time to save this.
“I held onto this feeling for over a year. I watched you continue to be a good friend to me, the best even. But deep down, I wanted to be your special somepony. I tried to move on, to date others, but I just couldn’t! All I could think about was you! Today, I just finally snapped. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted you for so long, that…”
In an instant, you rush to her, and bring her to you for a tight embrace. You hold her close, eyes shut, feeling her warmth against your coat. Slowly, you feel her hooves come up, caressing your back.
“I am so sorry, Spitfire.” you whisper to her, “I didn’t know. I thought I was helping you, but instead I hurt you. I told you I was stupid.” your eyes now water, and the resulting tears roll down your cheek.
“It’s okay…you’re not stupid.” she tells you in a caring voice, “It’s okay.”
“No. It’s not. I wanted to tell you for such a long time how I felt about you. How I loved you from the first time we met. I was so alone for all my life, but every day I spent with you made me forget all that. That there was somepony out there, willing to be my friend. I know that sounds creepy and sad, but…”
“No…no it doesn’t.” she kisses you on the cheek, “I understand…”
“I’ll never hurt you again! I swear to Celestia! I’ll be with you for as long as you want me.”
“Shhh…” she caresses your mane, “Don’t cry.”
“I can’t help it. You’re just going to have to deal with it.” you laugh between sobs. She laughs too. “I guess I really walked into that one, when I told you that you can have anything you wanted.”
“You sure did.” Another chuckle from the both of you; levity is taking away the sadness you two are feeling.
“I have to tell you, Spitfire. Today was…my first time…doing something like that.”
“It was?” She feels you nod your head. She sighs in embarrassment, “Not exactly your ideal first time, was it?”
“No.” you smirk, “But it could have been worse. Much much worse. Could have lost it to a Manticore named Bubba.” You hear Spitfire crack up.
“Well, there’s that.” she says, the laughs dying down. She removes herself from you, wiping away her own tears, but retaining her beautiful smile. “Follow me. I’m taking you home.”
“My home?”
“No…mine.” She unfurls her wings, and takes off. You follow her.
The Fire Maned Pegasus of Cloudsdale
A Night To Remember [Explicit Content]
You follow Spitfire back to her house in the Cloudburbs. The sun is going down, and night is fast approaching. The flight is calm, yet eerily silent. You don’t know what awaits you when you get there, but you have a pretty good idea where the night will be headed.
The both of you arrive at the house. The lights are off, and everything is quiet. Spitfire gives you a look; a look you thought you would never see. The way she looked at you, suggests that an unforgettable night is in store for the both of you. She unlocks the door, slowly opening it to the dark rooms inside. She tilts her head to you, allowing you to enter.
Slowly, you walk inside, as she goes about turning on all the lights. Your gaze follows her, as you close the door with a back leg. She trots up to the stairs, once again looking to you.
“Come along, you.” she says with those oh so seductive eyes of hers.
As you follow her up, you notice her put an extra bounce in her step, allowing you to stare at the flawless, spandex covered rump of hers that had caught your attention so long ago. You first realized just how perfect she was a long ways back, when the two of you first went to the movies. She dropped a coin on the ground, and as she bent down to pick it up, you had your first real glimpse of her plot. Your mouth dropped from its jaw from how finely tuned and shapely it was.
Thinking back to that moment, you did remember her being down there for quite a long time. Did she know that you would look at it? Did she want you to?
You make it to her room, but she doesn’t turn on the light. Instead, the moonlight, now raised up, thanks to the Princess of The Night, bleeds through the window, illuminating practically everything. Spitfire looks positively angelic from the light.
“You remember my room, right?” she asks.
“This is where I took care of you, when you were sick.”
“How long has it been, since you’ve been in here?”
“In your room, specifically?” You’ve been to her house countless time, but the last time you set hoof in her room was…”A year ago.”
“I like remembering that night…” she reminisces, “Beating your flank at Super Equestrian Fighter IV, watching The Mare Do Well Rises shoulder to shoulder, you bringing me soup, and that delicious tea.”
“Yeah. It was a pretty fun night.” you admit.
“And then…you wrapped your wings around me; keeping me warm until morning. I didn’t want you to leave. I wanted you to stay with me. It was then that…” she pauses.
“That what?”
“That my crush became something…more.”
She brings a hoof up to the collar of her outfit, taking the zipper by the hook. Slowly, sensually, she brings the zipper down all the way to its stopping point. She takes the outfit off her body, bringing it to the floor, removing the goggles from the top of her head, and throws them onto a nearby rack.
“Wow.” you say, looking at her glistening body in the moonlight, “I’ve seen you take your outfit off before, but…not like that.”
“Did you like it?” she asks as a sly smile hits her face.
“I think you know the answer to that question.” you chuckle. You liked it. A lot. You take the camera off from around your neck, and put it onto the stand next to you, making a quick glance to make sure it wasn’t recording this time. No light. It’s off. Good.
Spitfire blushes, looking down at the floor, rubbing the carpet nervously with her hoof. She gradually walks over to you, step by step, it’s almost unbearable. You just want to grab her and kiss her, but she’s still quite a distance away.
“So…” she trails off as she gets closer, “Did you ever imagine the two of us? Together?”
“Yes.” you say, not hiding the truth from her anymore.
“Judging by what you told me, what happened back at the Cloudosseum wasn’t how you imagined your first time with a mare would be. So tell me…” she is nearly face to face with you. She puts a hoof on your chest, gently caressing it with sexual intentions. “What did you imagine your first time would be?”
“Slow…” you get closer to her, “Gentle…” you are nearly there, “Romantic….” Your lips hover over hers. You let out a smile…”With a bit of a kink to it.”
She breathes out a chuckle combined with a moan. “Heh. Points for being honest.” She puts a hoof on your cheek, “You gave me what I wanted today…” she grazes the side of your head with hers, “It’s only fair that I give you what you want…tonight.”
“I…” you can barely take it anymore, “I guess it is.”
The both of you are ready for this.
Your lips connect. The kiss is nothing like how it was back in that dressing room. It’s not sloppy, or messy, but passionate…romantic…with the eroticism still well in place. She moans as you move your tongue against hers. You never did a French kiss before, but you knew exactly HOW do to one. Books are great, aren’t they?
The tongues playfully dance, lapping up their saliva. Spitfire moves her forelegs around the back of your neck, tightly embracing you, as your kissing becomes even more passionate, even more erotic.
“Oh my…” she gasps, “This is amazing.” You kiss her neck, as she lets out another pleasurable moan. “We should have done this, ages ago.”
No words from you. You bring her closer to the bed. You are the first to lay on it, letting her be on top. Despite all the conflicting feelings you had back in the Cloudosseum, one thing was certain…you loved her being on top. She grinds herself against you slowly; watching her hips gyrate is one of the sexiest things you have ever seen. As she rubs up against you, your member rises to the occasion, becoming rock hard within seconds. She looks at it, welcoming it like an old friend returning home. You can feel your legs becoming wet by a mysterious fluid…though it’s not mysterious at all, when you glance at her moist sex, ready for you.
You put your hooves on her hips, ready to guide her to your length, but she stops you.
“No…not yet.” she says, “I want this to last.” she puts her hooves on your member, “Let’s get the quick one out of the way.”
You watch as Spitfire moves her way down to the foot of the bed, bringing her closer to your throbbing member. She uses her hooves, and strokes your shaft up and down. Feeling every inch of you, finally getting the chance to inspect what you really got. She smiles as she leans forward, giving it a little lick. You gasp and moan with delight, as she moves her tongue up and down your length, a couple drops of pre-cum emerging from the tip, trickling down onto her taste buds. She licks it up with enthusiasm, reveling in its flavor.
“I think it’s good to go now.” she says, “Tell me when you’re close.”
In an instant, she wraps her lips around your member, and buries it down all the way past the back of her throat. Like before, your wings unfurl instantaneously, going to its maximum wing span. You really do have some impressively wide wings.
“HOLY…..!” you practically yell.
Spitfire bobs up and down of your shaft, taking it all in in one go. She’s good…very good. There’s no question that she has done this before, but you don’t want to think about those other stallions, you want to think about the fact that it’s YOU she is pleasuring now.
She starts off slow, but quickens the pace every few seconds, then back to slow, then back to quick. Your length is soon slathered in her saliva, as you can hear the pleasured moans reverberate your shaft, driving you crazier than you already are.
You can barely take it. You buck your hips up, almost like you're rutting her mouth. She likes it, she REALLY likes it.
The pressure within you builds and builds. You clench your teeth, trying to hold back what desperately wants to come out. Not yet. Not yet.
“Spitfire…I…”
She can take the hint, feeling your shaft pulsate in her mouth. She stands on all fours, plunging your length deeper down her throat. Her pace has quickened, her moans louder, you continue to try and hold back, but resistance is futile. You let out a loud groan, as you slam your head down on the pillow, bucking your hips up one final time.
“I…GAH!!!” you yell.
She freezes, as you climax hard in her mouth. Your seed shooting down her throat, and into her stomach, one strong spurt after another.
Within seconds, you stop, finally able to catch your breath, as a bead of sweat drips down the side of your head. Spitfire slides your length out of her mouth. She licks her lips, tasting any residual seed that eked out. A smile graces her face.
“Very good.” she says, “But it’s not over yet.”
“I didn’t think so.” you chuckle.
She lies down next to you, retaining that seductive smile.
“Now, it’s your turn.” She looks downward at her ready slit, spreading her legs for you.
Oral sex was something you never thought you would try. To be honest, you want to get to the real sex, rather than this foreplay business, but if she wants it, she’s going to get it, no matter what the hell you say. You can only pray your first time at this act doesn’t lead to utter failure.
You move your way down to between her legs, practically changing places from each other. You stare at her slick and ready sex, wondering just what to do with it. You’ve read all about a mare’s neither regions at school, taken a sex-ed class, but when presented with one right in front of you, you almost draw a blank.
Almost.
“I’m ready.” she whispers, presenting herself even further to you.
That sweet smell emanating for it is enough for you to say ‘hell with it’, and just wing it.
You put your muzzle against it, nostrils spreading her wet folds, the delectable smell rushing through you; already, you can hear her gasp. You go even further, using your long tongue to give it a slow, methodical lick, taking in the taste that she has inside. A moan escapes her mouth. Keep going, dude. You seem to be doing great.
Dispensing with the teasing, you insert as much of your tongue as you can inside her slit, tasting every inch of her. Her inner walls constrict, tightening against your hungry tongue. She moans with undeniable pleasure, as you move your hooves up to the tiny nubs above her crotch, playing with them.
“Keep doing that!” she tells you. Not one to disappoint, you do so with gusto.
Looking up, you can see her biting down on her hoof, burying her head in a pillow, floating on cloud nine. From what you can process, you are doing rather well. You move your tongue out of her, focusing your attention on that thing just above her slit, which you’ve remembered is called a clitoris. Knowing what you know about such a thing, you go straight to work, licking it vigorously, her hips thrusting upwards, shoving it into your mouth. The taste is indescribable; you can feel yourself becoming hard once again, with each passing lick.
“Sweet Celestia…” she gasps, “I’m gonna….I’m gonna….”
She doesn’t say another word, instead, she shoves your muzzle against her sex, as she screams with uncontrollable joy, and her inner orgasmic juices flow out into your mouth. Your eyes widen at the sudden flood of sexual juices racing onto your tongue, but you do not yield. Instead, you welcome it. Every drop of it swirls in your palate, nothing left out in the open, on the bed sheets, or on the floor. It’s one of sweetest things you have ever tasted in your life.
She looks down at you, as you swallow everything with one impressive gulp.
“Two minutes…” she chuckles, “That’s some kind of record.”
You crawl back up on the bed, hovering over her, and give her a deep sensual kiss. She looks down, and sees that you are more than ready for the main event. She gives a sly smile.
“You’re not one to waste any time, are you?”
“Nope.” you shake your head with a grin.
“Then, what are you waiting for?”
Carefully, you make sure you are at just the right angle. The tip presses against her entrance, you are good to go. With one powerful thrust, you insert your member into her, causing her to grab onto you, pulling you down on top of her, bringing all your weight down with you. She softly moans and coos, as she feels you inside of her, absolutely loving it.
“Wrap your wings around me.” she whispers in your ear.
You unfurl your wings, and wrap them around her body, holding her in a grip, with nowhere for her to go…just as she planned. You slowly move in and out of her, as the both of you breathe louder and heavier at each thrust. She moves her forelegs onto your chest, rubbing it the same way she did a year ago, when you sheltered her from the cold.
“You remember this?” she asks. You nod. “This is what I wanted to happen. I wanted to feel you inside of me.”
“You could have just told me.” you chortled.
“If I did, would you have done it?”
“Probably.”
She looks into your eyes. You don’t conceal anything from her. That night, your heart was pounding at her touch, if she asked that of you, you would have done it. You would do anything for her. She can see that simple fact through your expression.
“You totally would.” she smirks.
You increase the speed of your thrusts. Her breathing becomes long exhales of euphoria, as you continue to hold her tightly to your chest. She bites down on your shoulder, letting out moans upon each plunge.
“Do you want me to slow down?” you ask, noticing that she is biting down on your shoulder hard.
“No.” she pants, “Don’t stop.”
You don’t stop. In fact, you go just a bit rougher. She stops biting you, instead resting her head on your shoulder. Her hooves travel down the scar on your back, caressing it with all the love she can give you. She circles her left hoof around the center of your scar, where the lightning bolt hit that fateful day.
“You know…in some weird way…I’m glad you got struck by lightning.”
“In some weird way…I’m glad too.”
She moves her hooves to your face, feeling your cheeks, as she brings her gaze back to you. Her lips part, and she gives you a long kiss; her tongue feeling your palate, before going down, playing with your own tongue. You continue to make love to her, gently, but with a bit of roughness to it.
“No more…” she whispers.
“What?”
“Don’t go easy on me.” she says, “Harder. I know you can.”
You can’t disobey her. You thrust harder. She squeals with delight. You’re not pounding as hard as you were back at the Cloudosseum, but you don’t need to be. She is happy the way you are…for now.
“Do you love me?” she asks.
“You know that I do.” you say with a smile.
“I want to hear you say it. Say that you love me. Once more.”
You soon get even harder, you get even rougher, and your thrusts become a powerful force to be reckoned with. She moans with pleasure, letting out loud breaths of ecstasy as you plunge yourself into her tightening sex.
“I love you, Spitfire.” You see her smile upon hearing those words. “I love you so much.”
She laughs and cries out at the same time, pressing her hooves onto your chest. Her inner walls continue to tighten, making each pump bring you closer and closer to one hell of an orgasm. That familiar pressure deep inside you has made its way back, and it is stronger than it has ever been.
“Spitfire…I’m close…”
“I’m closer…hold onto me!” she reaches up, grabbing you, holding you close to her.
You wrap your hooves around her, going faster and faster. Now you have matched you pace from earlier in the day. Actually, you may have surpassed it. The pain within you is nearly excruciating. You want to cum now, but not until she does. You want to wait for the right moment.
“I’m cumming!” she shouts, “I’m cumming!”
She wraps her legs around your waist, letting out a loud, pleasurable scream, her inner walls reach their maximum tightness, and you can feel her juices soaking your shaft.
That’s your cue. Bring it.
“Spitfire!” you shout, as you explode into her.
You fill her up with your seed. You are almost surprised how much is coming out, since you have already climaxed twice today. She looks at you with widened eyes, as she can feel your seed flow into her stomach, warming her insides. She has reached her limit, both hers and your fluids leak out from her sex, dripping onto the bedsheets. It is then that to two of you can finally catch your breath. She feels your chest once more, as you both sweat profusely, shaking from everything the two of you just did.
“You’re trembling…” she says softly.
“So are you.” you can feel her shiver against you.
“That was…that was….”
“That was something, wasn’t it?” you smirk.
“Yes…that was definitely something.” She leans up, and kisses you on the lips once more.
You retract your wings, freeing her from your sexual grip. You slide your softening length out of her, and roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. She moves a foreleg onto your chest, playing with that same tuft of fur that she loves to tussle around with, and gives your chest a series of soft kisses.
“We should do this every night.” she says.
“I don’t know. There could be days where I work late, or if I have to go in early…”
“You say that now, but I’m sure I can persuade you.”
“I’m pretty sure you can.” You both chuckle. “Those reporters sure missed out on quite the story.”
“Oh, well…there have been rumors that we were already sleeping together.”
“Really? Why wasn’t I aware of this?”
“I kind of hid those articles away from you. I didn’t want you to get embarrassed.” She glances over at your camera. “By the way, why were you looking at that camera beforehand?”
“Back in the dressing room, when you took that off me, it sort of…well…definitely recorded our little session.”
“Really?!” she’s shocked.
“Don’t worry. I erased it with the air show.”
“Oh…” she sounds almost disappointed, “That’s a shame. I wanted to see it. How was it?”
“It was us having sex…so it was fine. But I only brought one tape with me.”
“Well…maybe one night…we can do a little recording for ourselves.”
“That’s awfully tempting.” you smile, “You promise not to give it to the press, or put it on the internet?”
“You know how much I like the attention.”
“Spitfire…”
“I’m kidding.” she chortles, prodding your stomach with a hoof. “The press would have a field day with this, though.”
“What about the others?”
“You mean the other Wonderbolts?”
“I mean Soarin, specifically.”
“He’s been okay with it for a while now.”
“Really?”
“I told my team how I felt about you. Telling them what happened wouldn’t be much of a shock to them.”
“I never thought he’d be okay with it.”
“Even if he wasn’t, I wouldn’t have cared.” she sighs, smiling. “I have an idea. Let’s go somewhere. You and me. Just the two of us.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know. Anywhere, where we can be alone together. It’ll just be for a little bit. Like a weekend getaway.”
“I’ll check and see if I have enough bits saved up.”
“Dude, I’m Spitfire. You’re covered.”
“Hey, I’m not going to ride your back the rest of my life...financially, of course.” You chuckle, but she doesn’t. You watch as her gaze becomes more of a look of confusion, looking into your very being. “What is it?”
“You…want to spend the rest of your life with me?”
“Why not? You’re all I got, Spitfire.” you see her eyes water, “Hey, what’s the matter?”
“Nopony has ever said that to me.”
You reach out with your hooves, holding her, caressing her mane, kissing her on the forehead.
“I’m glad to be the first.”
“You won’t be the first…you’ll be the only one.”
“You have no idea how good that makes me feel.”
“I have a pretty good idea how that makes you feel.” She holds you closer. “You know, there was something I wanted to tell you, back at the Cloudosseum. I would have told you then, but I didn’t have the time.”
“Really?” you wonder, “What is it?”
She looks up at you and smiles.
“I love you, too.”
The Fire Maned Pegasus of Cloudsdale
How in all of Equestria could you be so lucky? Seriously, it’s almost incredible; the absurd amount of luck that you have. Here you are, in Las Pegasus, sitting in the honeymoon suite of The Big Apple Hotel, waiting for Spitfire to be done with her shower, so the two of you can proceed to have your first night together as husband and wife. The lights and sounds of the city rumble through the windows, faintly rocking your eardrums.
It’s been two weeks since you went on vacation with Spitfire, turning that weekend getaway into a long journey around Equestria. You have been to Manehattan, Appleoosa, jumped the Galloping Gorge, swam in Neighagra Falls, and now you are in Las Pegasus.
It was during your swim in Neighagra Falls, when you first proposed to her. You didn’t have a ring to give her, but you did the whole kneeling down thing and everything, promising that one day, you would be able to afford the ring that she deserved. This mere gesture was more than enough to reduce her to tears, jumping on top of you, saying yes, and then proceeding to make love to you in the water. That was an interesting time.
Not wanting to waste any time, it was Spitfire who came up with the idea to get married in Las Pegasus. You were certain that she would want a big wedding, with a chapel, an ordained priest, friends and family alike, gathering together for this occasion, but she said no. You were literally, but not unwillingly, dragged to the city of Las Pegasus, and the two of you were married the instant you arrived.
The chapel was actually very pretty looking, and the priest looked like an actual priest, not a pony dressed up as a celebrity, like you have seen in other Las Pegasus chapels. After the vows, the two of you had a nice picture taken, framed up, and given to you.
Sitting on the couch, you turn the television on to the news show Access Applewood.
“Welcome back to Access Applewood” the Newsmare says, “Today in celebrity gossip; has Spitfire, world famous Captain of the best flying team in Equestria, finally tied the knot? According to our sources, she has.”
A blurry photograph, of you and Spitfire leaving a chapel expands into view. It’s a really terrible picture. Whoever photographed it must have really had a shitty camera.
“One eye witness has seen Spitfire leaving a small chapel in Las Pegasus, with the still unknown Pegasus. As you recall, this particular stallion has been seen side by side with her for almost two years, but nopony has ever discovered his true name. Rumors surrounded him that he was Spitfire’s new coltfriend, after the famous separation from her fellow Wonderbolts teammate Soarin. We looked for answers back when he first appeared, but those who knew of him denied that he was in a romantic relationship with the Captain.”
The footage switches to archival footage of Thunderlane and Surprise hanging out at a café, when the Cameracolt rushes to them, shouting questions, startling them out of whatever conversation they were having. This was the first time you noticed that they appeared to be dating on the side. That seemed like a news story in and of itself.
“Surprise! Thunderlane! Who is this mysterious Pegasus that Spitfire has been seen with?”
Surprise laughs, “He’s just a friend of hers.” she explains, “She saved his life a couple weeks ago, and now they are spending some friendly time, with one another. That’s all.”
“Thunderlane!” the Cameracolt turns to him, “What do you have to say?”
“Nothing worth saying.” he says, “Do you mind?”
The footage goes back to the Newsmare, shaking her head and smiling at the footage. They always seemed so happy when watching footage of agitated celebrities. It’s really quite disturbing.
“We also attempted to talk to her ex-coltfriend Soarin for a response, but he was less that welcoming to our reporters.”
At the corner, is Soarin pushing the Camera away from him, while the Cameracolt continues to be as invasive as ever.
“Soarin! What do you say to rumors that the mysterious Pegasus is Spitfire’s new coltfriend?! Does that make you jealous?!”
“Get that damn camera out of my face!” Soarin yells, hitting the camera so hard that it breaks into a static mess. This makes you chuckle. Coincidentally, that Newsmare chuckles again. This broad is a strange one.
“Of course, opinions about this new face changed over time. According to the new footage that we have obtained, Spitfire’s teammates are now happy to have heard the rumors.”
Surprise and Thunderlane are in the training field, looking happy together, with smiles on their faces.
“They got married?!” Surprise says in…well…surprise.
“Yes.” says the Cameracolt, “If the rumors are correct, Spitfire and the Pegasus had tied to knot early this morning, in Las Pegasus.”
“Oh my gosh! That is so awesome!” She hugs Thunderlane, “I’m so happy for them!”
“Yeah.” Thunderlane smiles to the camera, “Good job, buddy.”
The footage goes to Soarin, just as he is finished being told the news.
“I have to say, it’s been a long time coming.” he nods his head with a grin, “Spitfire always thought he was the one, and I’m happy the two finally admitted it to each other. It wasn’t easy; trust me, I know. Now…get that camera outta my face!” he pushes the camera away.
“Looks like it’s all sunshine for this happy couple. Coming up, our interview with the first human in Equestria, and his recent marriage to…“
You turn the television off.
Soarin was right; it really was a long time coming. If you had your way, and if romances were just like the movies, you would have popped the question that day in the hospital, when you opened your eyes to see her beautiful face.
Who would have thunk it, that the two of you would be married, nearly two years after that fateful day, when a stupid mistake, became one of the best things to happen to you?
Not me…and I’m your brain! Imagine that, your own brain telling you that you had no chance in hell with her. Sorry about that buddy. Truly, I am. I’d shake on it, but…you know.
“Hey you.” That familiar voice echoes into your ears. Turning around, you see her. Spitfire; staring at you with the sultriest of eyes, wearing a fetching see through negligée. “You like what you see?”
“Wow.” you exhale, “I believe you know the answer to that question.”
“From the look on your face, I sure do.” she giggles, trotting over to you. She lies down on the couch, resting her head on your lap. “What were you watching?”
“Access Applewood.”
“I’ve been on that show a couple times. Anything interesting?”
“It appears that news travels fast around here. Somepony took a crummy photo of us leaving the Chapel.”
“How crummy of a photo are we talking?”
“Blurry, pixelated. You could barely tell it was us.”
“Well, they were going to find out at some point.” She brushes a hoof against your leg.
"They interviewed your team. They seemed happy for us. Did you know that Surprise and Thunderlane were dating?"
"Of course I did. They've been an item ever since he joined the Wonderbolts."
"I did not know that."
"The signs were there." she says.
Thinking back...no they weren't. They hid their relationship from you pretty well. Sure, they had their moment when they were pretty friendly with each other, but never anything more serious than that. It was quite interesting, actually. Nevertheless, you are happy for them.
“Sorry to keep you waiting." she snaps you out of your thoughts, "I hope I didn’t take too long.”
“No, not long at all.” She did take a really long time, but you didn’t really mind. Mares are known for taking an extraordinary amount of time in the bathroom. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
“Thank you.” she raises up, showing a blush on her face, “I wasn’t sure if you would like it.”
“A see through negligée? On the most perfect body I’ve ever seen? What’s not to like?” You silver tongued devil you.
“Seriously dude, how you never had a marefriend with that talk, is beyond me.” she chortles, “You’re quite the smooth talker.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” you blush, “But something about you seemed to unleash the beast in me.”
“I’ll bet. All the times that we made love in the past couple weeks? I have to tell you, it has been pretty wild.” she laughs.
"You're just saying that to make me feel better."
"I am so serious right now, it ain't even funny."
"Oh really? How was it with Soarin?"
"Okay...I can admit, he had his strong points, but he was also a very...'one and done' kinda colt, if ya know what I mean. It takes a lot for you to back down."
"So...boom, and he was done? No foreplay, no oral, just...sex and that's it?"
"Yep...that was it."
"And here I was, being intimidated by nothing." you scoff, "I could do better than that."
“And you did." she caresses your waist, "You are something else, you know that?”
“No. But I’ll let you in on a little secret...”
“What?” she leans in to hear it.
“Did you know…that I’m the luckiest Pegasus in all of Equestria?”
Spitfire pushes you with playfulness. You push her back. The two of you continue this, until your expressions turn into something else. Something a little more…lustful.
She smiles, caressing your cheek. Slowly, she moves her way onto you, straddling your lap, putting both hooves on your face, leaning into for one of her amazing kisses. Ever since that night, when you two officially consummated your relationship, your technique has become perfect. You know what she likes, and you have been exploiting that ever since.
She moans as you play with her tongue with yours, and guide your hooves along her body, feeling every inch of her. The outfit she’s got on is smooth, and very sensual.
You two break away, her smile staying on her face.
“You don’t mind that we got married here, do you?” she asks.
“In Las Pegasus? No. I don’t mind at all. I was surprised that you wanted to get married here.”
“What makes you say that?”
“A big time celebrity like you? I always thought of you as the extravagant type, when it came to weddings.”
“I like small weddings. It makes things more…personal. Not to mention that it’s cheap. Don’t need things like rings, or something.”
“I will get you a ring one day, Spitfire. I promise you.”
“I don’t need a ring to know how much you mean to me, nor I to you.”
“Okay. Then how about I go to a toy machine, and get you a plastic one?”
“Deal. I’ll get you one too.” The two of you have a good laugh. “You’re wrong about being the luckiest Pegasus in Equestria, though.”
“How come?”
“Because that title belongs to me.”
“I doubt that.” you smirk, “You already have the title of best Flyer in Equestria. At least give me this one.”
“Awww…” she playfully says, “Alright, fine. The next title we throw around, though, that’s all mine.”
“Done.” You kiss her again. She chuckles at the kiss, and you move your head down a bit, rubbing yourself against her chest, feeling the fur on your cheeks. You move a hoof down to her finely tuned stomach, and prod at it with a giggle, before kissing it. You look up, but then, something changes on her face. The smile that she was displaying has disappeared. She looks down at her stomach, rubbing it, with a sad expression. “What’s the matter?”
“This is all…so great.” she looks into your eyes, “I just wish that I could give you something in return.”
You can tell that she’s referring to her being infertile. That she cannot create life, has been torturing her all this time, treating it like an open wound that will never go away. You couldn’t bear to see her like this. She has always been a strong mare, stronger than you will ever be, but whenever she is down on herself…it breaks your heart.
“Hey,” you take her hoof, and put it on your cheek. “Don’t talk like that. You’ve given me everything I could have asked for. A friend, a loved one, a wife, all rolled into a perfect package.”
“But…I’m not perfect. I can’t…” her eyes water, “I can’t make us a family.”
‘Spitfire…” you gently wipe a tear from her eye, “Don’t cry. If you cry, you’re going to make me cry.”
“I’m sorry…” she smiles through the tears, “But you’re going to have to deal with it.” She laughs.
“I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a family. There are plenty of options.” You see her ears perk up. “We have adoption, and we have surrogate mothers…”
“Oh no, I’m not letting my husband put his seed in another mare, no way.” she says sternly, but with a smirk and a chuckle.
“I had a feeling you would say that. There’s also the kidnapping option.”
“Oh, shut up!” she laughs, pushing you against the sofa.
“I’m kidding, of course.”
“Sure you are.” she says, ”Adoption doesn’t sound too bad, though.”
“Exactly. And you can pick whatever foal you like. A colt, or a filly. A Pegasus, a unicorn, or an earth pony, anything you want.”
“Definitely a Pegasus. And it’s going to be a girl.” The idea is starting to sound more enticing to her.
“You got it. A filly Pegasus it is.”
She shakes her head, looking at you, smiling.
“Why must you have such a good outlook on things?”
“Believe me; I’m not usually like this. Like…at all.” You’re right. You’ve been such a negative one for most of your life; the fact that you’re giving her positive thoughts is absolutely strange to you. It’s…kind of nice, really. You can get used to this positive outlook business. “Don’t you worry about a thing, Spitfire.”
“I’m sorry.” she says with her head down, “This is supposed to be our honeymoon, our wedding night. You’ve waited so patiently for me, and I’m wearing this outfit, which I picked just for you, and now I’ve gone off and ruined it with my problems.”
“No. You didn’t ruin it. You didn’t ruin anything, as far as I’m concerned. We were going to talk about this sooner or later. Might as well have done it sooner.”
“But, that’s not what ponies do on their honeymoon.”
“Then, let’s change that.” Swiftly, you pick her up with your forelegs, carrying her all the way to the bedroom, with the massive bed shaped like a heart. She laughs the entire way, flailing her legs, and flapping her wings with glee.
Once you get to the bed, you toss her on it. She backs up to the headboard, beckoning you to come over to her. You crawl onto the bed, making your way towards her, until finally, you loom over her.
“Hey…” she says, “I thought you liked it when I’m on top.”
“You’re right. I do.” you smile.
She grabs you by the shoulders, moving you onto your back, as she gets on top of you. She looks down at your smiling face, with her very own smile. She leans down and gives you a passionate kiss.
“I love you.” she whispers, “I love you so much.” She kisses your neck.
“Why do you love me?” you ask. She stops at your chest, looking up at you.
“Well…” she smirks, “You’re nice…” she kisses your chest, moving upwards. “You’re funny…” she kisses your neck, “You’re amazing in bed…” she kisses your cheek, “and you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“Hey, I’m supposed to say that about you.” you chortle, “Stop stealing my material.”
“I’m not finished yet, dude.” She prods your shoulder. “I haven’t even gotten to the best part.”
“Okay.” You prepare yourself for it, “What’s the best part?”
“You were always there for me.” She leans down to your face, getting up close and personal with you. “You were a great friend…my best friend. You were there to cheer me on at the shows, you were there to make me feel better when I was down, you were even there to take care of me when I was sick. Why do I love you? Because you are…in every way…perfect. Even if you don’t think so…I think so.”
“Wow…” you are in awe of her, “That’s good enough for me.”
“I figured it would be.” She kisses your forehead, “So, are you ready for this?”
“I’m always ready.” You say with slyness, as she leans down to give you another kiss. “Oh, and Spitfire?”
“Yeah?”
“There’s something else I want to tell you. I wanted to say it a little earlier, but my thoughts got in the way.”
“What is it?”
You look into her eyes. In that moment, you imagine what life will be like with her. What it will be like, when you two are finally able to start a family. You think about what the filly will look like, what her name will be, the days where you two will take care of her. You never thought of yourself as a fatherly type, but you can probably get the hang of it.
Most importantly, you imagine what the rest of your life will be like with Spitfire. It will be filled with happiness, filled with laughter, sometimes with sadness, but in the end, everything will be as wonderful as is has been since the first day you met her. She is your very special somepony, and you plan to spend the rest of your days, making her the happiest mare in the world.
“The thing is…I love you, too.”
She smiles.
