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// Midpoint 
// Story: Flash in the Pan 
// by Gladi Writes 
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When Flash Sentry awoke, he found himself alone in the bed, and feeling refreshed by the single most enjoyable sleep he had ever since those old naps he had in the Canterlot Castle tower- before the war. 

The stallion laid there for a few minutes, yawning as his brain sluggishly began to turn and awarness trickled in. The morning sun beamed down on his face, and he blinked open his eyes- remembering the night before. 

Yet he was alone, so where was Commodus? He supposed she had to keep a schedule, and he didn't- so she had risen first. 

It was reasonable enough, and with that thought he sat himself up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. Noting for a moment, with a smile on his face, how soft her bed was- an officers perk- he rose and made his way to the washroom to make himself ready for the day.

A quick shower later and he was soon in the kitchen, where a healthy breakfast of eggs and oatmeal was being served- Commodus even managed to procure orange juice, something Flash hadn't seen since the snow started to fall.

"Good morning, beautiful," Flash stated, sitting himself down from Commodus- who had been staring at some classified document until now.

"Mmm, good morning- handsome," Commodus replied, with a coy wink. "I haven't slept that well in ages. It... feels good, to sleep with a stallion you know won't try anything."

Flash snorted, "Not before taking you out to dinner first, but that aside- I slept well too. I don't think Celestia has a bed that soft."

Their breakfast was broken by idle chatter as Commodus explained the days news. Troop movements, announcements- the trivality of war. The resources of a Kingdom, and the lives of hundreds of thousands, boiled down to statistics and line-items.

Of special note was Spitfire- coming back from a victory at sea. The helmsman of the Magnificent, floating carrier par none, had a little to drink... and almost erased Canterlot Castle from the map.

Said helmsmare was good enough that she was given... special consideration. The public was told it was a simple issue with the wind, and she got away with nothing but a secret punishment of ship-wide latrine duty.

It was quite the topic amongst the military, got their minds off darker things.

"Y'know, she drubbed me out of the academy- personally," Flash noted, calling back to his days under Spitfire- not many of them.

"Oh I know. There's a half-chapter on you entitled "The Hubris of a Pegasus" in the manual. She does not like you."

Flash shrugged, "I think I've made up for it."

Flash then stood, and stacked up the dishes- gently pushing Commodus back down when she tried to get up to help. She was blushing profusely at first, but gave in and just enjoyed relaxing as Flash cleaned for her, quickly getting the kitchen to a military standard.

"Now then, isn't class starting soon? You've got an office to get to, and I've got students to mentor," Flash noted, leaning on the counter and looking to Commodus.

Commodus nodded, "That I do, I've got our uniforms hanging up- threw them in the wash while you were still sleeping like an adorable, orange coated, filly. You snore like a batpony- you know that?"

Then it was Flash's turn to blush. "I do not!"

Commodus ignored him, but the reward for his embarassment was to be able to watch her swagger out of the room with a womanly strut, almost appearing to show off the curves of her rear. Flash, of course, followed. A good analogy is a cartoon stallion following the scent of a fresh pie.

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Twelve hours earlier, the pair had arrived at Commodus quarters. The building was silent, and she was presently fumbling for her keys while Flash giggled, "I didn't even know this cider still existed..."

The cider in question was Apple Family brew, '87. The brand itself had been discontinued years ago- they simply made enough money selling local.

"Mmmm, I've got my ways- that was /supposed/ to be opened when Luna came back. I.. *hic*... stole it..."

Flash shifted, blocking her as the door opened, "Stole it from whooo?"

Commodus booped him, causing the drunk stallion to fall over backwards. She leaned down, grinning in his face. "From Spitfire... shuuushhh... dun tell her."

Flash pulled her down, flopping the heavy mare against him and winding him with a loud oofph.

"You're... *hic*.... fat," he giggled.

Commodus pressed herself against him more. "Whassa matter, two-fifty too much mare for you?"

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Flash was rather thankful, thinking back, that they had downed as much anti-hangover potion as they had booze.

They strode into Commodus closet, where her personal washer and drier sat along with a surprising amount of spare uniforms. "Mmm, when you're in my position you learn never to let yourself look dirty- not even the smallest thing. Sometimes I go through three and nobody notices."

Flash nimbly stepped around her, and chose one at random. "Well, wouldn't do for you to look anything but your best now, would it?"

With that, he began to dress her, spinning the mare around before she knew what was happening and pulling it over her head.

The undershirt fit, rather snugly, but it fit. It was when she was standing again, looking herself in the mirror, that they encountered difficulty. The buttons were proving to be a pain, and Commodus was trying to get them together with her wings.

Flash reached around her with his, wrapping their feathers together as he put some effort into it. Commodus could only look at herself in the mirror as he did so- and her smile faded.

"Fl-ASH," she breathed, as the button finally came closed- and then simply popped open again. "Stop."

Flash tilted his head, looking at her through the mirror. "Why? I had it on."

Commodus sighed, and quickly spun around- shoving Flash into a pile of laundry. "Forget it, Flash- the fun is over."

Two minutes later her door closed in his face, and it was Flash's turn to frown.

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The pair slowly stumbled into Commodus quarters, making for the bedroom the same way a feather made it's way to the ground. It took some time, but they eventually made it there- although their uniforms didn't.

Commodus was first, and crawled up on the bed, lying on her side. Her chubby belly was rather obvious from that angle, as was her general softness. A thick mare to be sure.

Flash flopped on the floor below her, gazing up at the mare- as she gazed down. Both were blushing, faint in the dull light of the room. 

"You look like... a big fat Princess." 

Commodus giggled, "Then *hic*... feed me, my Prince."

Flash crawled up onto the bed, and curled himself around her, wrapping his wings in with hers over them as a sort of blanket, and leaning into her lips. They simply enjoyed the heat and warmth of eachothers bodies until they passed out into a deep sleep.