7. Not Very Good With Rules
Twilight sighed, wrapping her hooves tighter around the warm, furry cushion she was resting on. Such a wonderful date, and a wonderful night with Spitfire afterward.
Her girlfriend, Spitfire. Her very first girlfriend. She couldn’t help but swish her tail and let out a happy, sleepy nicker as she snuggled into the warm cushion.
Her thoughts came to a screeching halt; cushions weren’t supposed to feel like a pony’s coat. At least, none that she knew of. Slowly, it clicked into place. Her ears perked up, a smile spread across her face.
She nosed against the warmth and inhaled through her nose, a happy sigh escaped her lips as the scent of sex, sweat, and Spitfire graced her nose. A hoof ran through her mane as Spitfire hummed the same song from their first night together. Twilight could feel the fiery orange tail twitch as her own brushed against it, then gently wrap around hers.
Nosing against Spitfire’s chest, she began planting fluffy kisses; her own silent thanks and show of love. “Good morning,” she said, her voice husky with sleep and desire.
Soft lips pressed against her head, right next to her ear, drawing a happy mewl from the back of her throat. “Good morning, hon,” Spitfire replied. “Sleep well?”
“Like a foal,” she replied between kisses. “You?”
“Less like a foal, more like I had the most beautiful mare in the world wrapped in my hooves.” Another kiss, lingering a moment, then followed with a soft nuzzle against her ears. Spitfire’s breath washed over her mane, in and out, like she was savoring the scent.
Twilight pushed herself up so she could gaze into Spitfire’s eyes, those beautiful orange eyes that lit a fire deep in her soul. “I think I like yours better,” she purred, drawing in to plant a kiss on her lover’s lips. “I’m gonna have to steal it someday.”
Chuckling, Spitfire tightened her embrace and returned it. “A princess stealing? I might have to punish you for that, hon.”
Memories of a few embarrassing conversations with Cadence flitted through her mind. Something about sex and ponies who liked their lovers to get a bit more domineering during intercourse; as if one had authority over the other, holding all the power to bring the other to the very peak of ecstasy or come down with a stern hoof.
The swishing of her tail betrayed her intrigue. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she replied, moving in for another kiss.
Their lips pressed together, parted already so Spitfire could deftly slip her tongue into Twilight’s mouth. The sensuous prodding and massaging, the familiar taste of her own orgasm and Spitfire, even mixed with the muggy taste of morning breath, brought forth a hum from the back of her throat.
Lifting her tail, Twilight rolled her hips, grinding herself against Spitfire. The burn beneath her skin returned in full force—desire, pure, unabashed want for the beautiful mare she was kissing.
Spitfire smiled into the kiss, her hooves slid down Twilight’s sides to cup her bottom, pulling her legs apart to reciprocate. Deep, panting breaths mixed together, the tongue receded from her mouth as Spitfire let out a husky moan.
They drew back, their snouts touching as they stared into each other’s eyes. Neither moved, twin smiles graced their lips.
“Y’know,” Spitfire began, her voice coming out as a low purr, “for a princess and a Wonderbolt officer, we are terrible at following rules, hon.”
Twilight grinned. “Yeah,” she whispered, nosing against her. “I should probably be upset about that.”
“Oh?” Their lips came together in another soft kiss, a warm tongue ran slowly across her bottom lip, earning another raising of her tail. “Why’s that?”
She broke away, arching an eyebrow in reply. “I’m the former personal student of Princess Celestia herself—rules, regulations, organization of everything has been my life since I was a filly.”
For a brief instant, the smile seemed to fade from Spitfire’s face. Twilight blinked, and it was back.
“So how does that filly think of our current disregard for rules?”
Confused, she shook her head. I must be seeing things. “Oh, she would be utterly appalled that I went against everything Cadence and my friend, Rarity, ever said about how love works!” she replied, feigning a dramatic swoon. “Not to mention how every love story ever featured a long buildup before the first kiss, and I violated the rule in that regard by even so much as kissing you on the cloud, let alone having sex. Twice.”
Spitfire snorted and leaned forward to dot her on the nose with another kiss. “Well, what does adult Twilight think?”
She stayed silent a moment, thinking hard. True, everything she “knew” about relationships was second-hoof; all of the information pointed to a much longer courtship involving flowers, picnic dates on a grassy hill, nights spent watching the stars while they cuddled together.
At the same time, everything she’d learned about what she liked between herself and Spitfire contradicted that. Flowers had been replaced by reading an old book together. A trip to a Roaman restaurant stood in place of the romantic picnic.
Of course, cuddling together had happened on the cloud; it just happened to transition to her first ever “makeout session”, as Cadence so gleefully insisted upon saying, and then a mind-blowing first time with sex.
Two ideals clashed, romantic novels aligned with Cadence’s lessons in hopes of defeating the raw passion and desire in her being, like two armies battling to a stalemate.
She wanted both. Romance and passion, she could have those at the same time without waiting too long, right?
Yes. I can. The corners of her mouth tugged into a smile, she leaned forward to nose against Spitfire, licking her lover’s soft, sweet lips. I’m an adult. We’re both adults. If we both want this, no pony can deny us.
“I think,” she whispered, “we may need to reevaluate the parameters of ‘code red’.”
Spitfire gave a lopsided smile, nodding in kind. “Probably a good idea, hon.” She glanced down pointedly, raising her brows at the sheets, the crumpled bedspread, finally coming to linger on Twilight’s legs, which straddled her waist. “Doesn’t exactly work when both of us want this.”
Twilight let out a breathy chuckle. “No kidding. It’s almost like that ‘don’t run in the hallway’ rule from the School for Gifted Unicorns at this point.” She paused, a sly smirk spread across her muzzle. Stealing a kiss, she whispered, “We can make amendments to the code later.”
“Later?” Spitfire parroted, raising an eyebrow. “What’d you have in mind for now?”
Purple furred ears waggled, Twilight gave a happy rustle of her wings as she noted the faux innocence in her tone. “Right now,” she purred, deftly maneuvering her forehooves to pin Spitfire’s shoulders to the mattress, “my beautiful girlfriend is trapped beneath me, and neither of us have anywhere to be this morning.”
Even as Spitfire gave way to her own grin and those brilliant orange eyes seemed to light up with passion, Twilight pressed her advantage and nipped at Spitfire’s exposed neck. A gasp and squeal tore from the mare’s throat. Spitfire arched her back, her eyes fluttered shut. The soft coat of her belly brushed against Twilight’s, tickling and teasing against her.
A quick kick back with her left hind hoof allowed her to move around Spitfire’s knee. Shifting her weight, she brought her knee down slowly, rubbing against Spitfire’s wet core.
She let her knee sink lower, all the way down until it came to rest at Spitfire’s flank. Her eyes crossed as she rolled her hips and let out a moan in time with Spitfire. “All mine today!” she crowed huskily.
Spitfire’s eyes snapped open, a competitive spark shone within. “‘Yours’, eh?” she asked, her hooves began to wander from Twilight’s backside, trailing down her thighs. “You sure about that, hon?”
The teasing, tickling sensation shot from her legs all the way up her spine. Those hooves were so experienced, so nimble in how they played against her, alternating between gentle caress and firm squeezing with such irregularity, such whimsy, she couldn’t anticipate.
“I—I—” she broke off to let a shuddering gasp pass through her lips. Closing her eyes, she leaned in to capture Spitfire in a deep kiss, casting off all pretense.
Her momentary lapse cost her any semblance of control. Spitfire’s left hoof looped around her right hind leg, while her right hind leg lifted Twilight’s left up, just enough to catch it with her right hoof and lift.
Twilight gave a squawk of surprise and indignation, her entire world seemed to pitch and spin. Her back hit the mattress, Spitfire’s elbows propped down between her armpits, while her hooves looped over and pinned Twilight’s shoulders and her legs straddling Twilight’s waist.
Blinking, she tried to push up, struggling with all her might against Spitfire’s hooves and weight on her body. “You!” she gasped, finding her efforts in vain. “What in Equestria was—”
Soft lips pressed against hers, the cry died in the back of her throat as a warm tongue ran along her lips, teasing her own to come forth to meet it.
Spitfire drew back the instant she allowed her tongue to poke out of her lips, grinning victoriously. “Looks like it’s you who’s all mine today, hon!”
The playful edge to her tone didn’t go missed. Twilight narrowed her eyes, glaring despite the desire and exhilaration bubbling beneath the surface. “I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to flip a princess over when she’s trying to be seductive!”
“I wouldn’t know, hon. You’re the first princess I’ve dated.” Grinning, she nuzzled against Twilight’s snout, pecking her lips and slowly trailing kisses down her jawline. “You’ll have to forgive me if I’m a bit… out of my element!” She leaned up and blew a sharp breath over the tip of Twilight’s ear, making her squirm and squeal in her grasp. Giving a throaty chuckle, she nipped at the tip and whispered, “I guess I’ll just have to play it by ear!”
Puffing up her cheeks, Twilight wrinkled her snout, unsure if she should groan at the pun or play along. Instead, she settled on saying, “Fine. I’m yours today.” She leaned forward to kiss Spitfire’s chin, then added, “You’re teaching me how to do that—that flipping over thing.”
“Maybe. If you play your cards right.” Her hooves moved from Twilight’s shoulders, cupping her cheeks tenderly as brilliant orange eyes met deep purple. The playful gleam in those eyes was gone, replaced by warm affection and—dare she think it?—love.
Is this how lovers wake up in the morning? She wondered idly.
Twilight felt her breath hitch in her throat. Her heart raced, the wildfire raged beneath her skin.
No further words were needed for the pair. Slowly, like two magnets’ poles pulling together, they leaned in for a deep, sensuous kiss. Their lips dragged and drew against one another in time, teasing and massaging with every breath. Twilight let her hooves wrap around Spitfire’s shoulders and pull her in close, pressing their bodies together to revel in their shared warmth.
Three successive bangs against the door made Spitfire leap off her, as if struck by lightning.
“Spits!” a stallion’s voice boomed through the solid wood door. “Get your sorry behind out here! On the double!”
Spitfire’s ears drooped. “Oh, shoot!” she hissed, covering her head with her hooves.
Tilting her head, Twilight planted her hooves against the mattress and pushed herself up into a seated position. “Who—” A hoof pressed against her lips. She blinked, crossing her eyes to stare at the yellow-coated limb, then looking up at Spitfire’s face.
Gone was the warmth, the affection that gleamed like a campfire on a cold winter night. Instead, an abashed cringe marred her muzzle. Spitfire bit her lip and turned to glance at the door, then to Twilight again. “Keep quiet!” she mouthed. With her free hoof, she pointed to the door. “It’s Soarin!”
Twilight’s brows flatlined. She brushed the hoof away from her lips. “I can hear that!” she mouthed in reply, waggling her ears meaningfully. “Why’s that a problem?”
Spitfire ducked her head, a deep blush colored her cheeks. “He and Fleet know about our first night together,” she whispered as soft as she could. “They kinda scolded me for letting things go too fast with you and, well, mentioned a few complications that might arise if we kept that up.”
“That’s hardly—wait.” She blinked. “You told your friends you slept with me?”
“… You didn’t tell yours?”
“No! I thought we wanted that private!”
“Not—well—yes.” Spitfire fidgeted in place. “I tried to keep it quiet, but Fleet has a certain, um, knack for figuring out when a pony is lying. It’s a long story, and—”
“Spits,” Fleetfoot called, “open the door. We found Princess Twilight’s bags on the table. ”
Wincing, Spitfire glanced from Twilight to the door again. “Sorry,” she mouthed, standing slowly. Her wings seemed to droop, as though she were a convicted felon being lead to her cell. With a single flap, she hopped off the bed and dragged her hooves along the carpeted floor as she made her way to the door.
Twilight watched as she laid her hoof on the handle and cast another look toward her. Those brilliant orange eyes seemed full of remorse, and a hint of shame.
She broke contact, letting her head hang as she pulled the door open to reveal the stern glares and furrowed brows of Fleetfoot and Soarin. “Morning, guys,” she greeted, feigning enthusiasm. “What time did you get back?”
Neither pony’s expression gave the slightest hint of wavering. “Morning, Spits,” Soarin replied, then leaned around to look at Twilight. “Princess Twilight, good morning.” He bowed low and pasted a smile across his face, an act mimicked by Fleetfoot.
“I hope you slept well,” Fleetfoot added, her lisp seemed to tickle Twilight’s ear.
Her hooves tugged at the edge of the blanket, pulling it up to cover her chest as if to hide behind it. “Y-Yes!” she squeaked. “Like a foal!”
Soarin’s eyes darted to Spitfire, then back to Twilight. “Wonderful to hear, Your Highness,” he said. “I apologize for the interruption, but we need to have a little word with our wayward Captain this morning.”
The way Spitfire winced left no doubt, she knew she’d upset them somehow.
So this is what it’s like on the outside of that.
“Perhaps you’d like to shower, then go down for breakfast while we do so?” he continued, gesturing to his right—her left—toward the bathroom. “If you’d like, one of us can escort you to the café downstairs.”
Twilight bit her lip, shyly lowering her cover down to her waist. Once she was certain they weren’t going to direct their ire at her, she lifted the blanket so she could slide her legs out and roll off the bed.
Her hooves hit the carpet with a muffled thump. Despite her embarrassment and nerves under the watchful eyes of two rather peeved Wonderbolts, she managed to keep her wings from unfurling to cover her face as she trotted toward the bathroom door.
She stopped with one hoof held aloft. “No,” she said. Her jaw set, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’ll join you all once I’ve finished showering.”
Silence hung over them for a moment. Then, Soarin sighed. “Alright. We’ll wait for you, then.”
Smiling, Twilight nodded to him. “Thank you.” She resumed her walk to the bathroom pushing open the door and slipping inside.
“Hey, Spits?” Fleetfoot’s voice made her ear flick.
“Yeah?”
“You might wanna take a shower, too. You can use ours. I can kinda smell her on you. A lot.”
Twilight squeaked and slammed the door shut with a flick of her magic. Her wings and hooves flew up to cover her burning muzzle, just as she heard Spitfire yell “Dang it, Fleetfoot! Tact! Learn some tact!”
Even so, she couldn’t help but allow herself a silly grin. Her hooves slid from her cheeks, down her body to wrap around her barrel, as if trying to catch any of Spitfire’s remaining warmth and hold it against her chest.
Her ears perked up at the sound of three muffled voices arguing, fading into the background as they trotted away and closed the bedroom door behind her.
Giggling, she let her magic snake out to turn the faucets, sending water cascading down upon the tiled shower floor.
Hopefully, Spitfire isn’t in too much trouble, she thought, a mischievous grin playing upon her lips. “Maybe I’ll have to help my poor Wonderbolt Captain break curfew so we can sneak a few kisses here and there,” she mused.
Once she was showered and groomed, Twilight joined the trio of Wonderbolts around their coffee table. She sat next to Spitfire, smiling and giving her girlfriend a quick kiss to the cheek as she settled in on the loveseat with her.
A mug of steaming coffee rested on the table before her. Twilight allowed her magic to wrap around the handle and pick it up, closing her eyes to sniff at the contents and bask in its warmth.
“Made it the way you like,” Spitfire mumbled out of the corner of her mouth. “Cream and one sugar.”
“Thank you,” she said in reply, stealing another kiss. As she drew back, she gave Spitfire a quick once over, her feathers fluffed up as she noticed how thoroughly her beautiful yellow coat had been brushed, and feathers preened to perfection. Her fiery mane, on the other hoof, was a sight different than usual.
Rather than her normal, flame-like styling, Spitfire wore her mane down, letting it run past her shoulders like a river of liquid fire.
For a moment, Twilight lingered on the new mane style, before turning to face Fleetfoot, whose eyes were downcast, and Soarin. “If you two don’t mind my asking, what exactly was the little interruption this morning about?”
Fleetfoot’s gaze seemed to linger at the table, instead flicking her ear and craning her head toward Twilight. “I hope you’ll forgive the intrusion, Princess Twilight,” she began, bowing her head low, “we didn’t intend to embarrass you, or Captain Spitfire, for that matter. Our actions were the result of a bit of frustration with her.”
“Frustration?” Twilight repeated. Her eyes flitted to glance at Spitfire. “Would this be in reference to the, er, conversation you mentioned when they were banging on the door?”
Yellow-coated ears pinned back, a sheepish grin crossed Spitfire’s muzzle. She gave a single nod.
Twilight turned to face the pair again, frowning in confusion. “I’m afraid I only know what Spitfire told me in the bedroom.” Her hoof brushed against Spitfire’s, then snaked around to hold it for comfort. “She mentioned you two taking a bit of issue with how fast we went, which is something we’ve both discussed as well.”
“Right.” Soarin nodded. “She mentioned that to us as well, and we brought up a few things we saw as complications. Mainly—”
Fleetfoot cleared her throat. “Not the time, Soar.”
He cringed. “Good point, sorry Spits.”
Curious, Twilight turned to face Spitfire. She blinked and tilted her head as she took notice of the pained grimace gracing her girlfriend’s face.
Spitfire looked away, closing her eyes and offering a single, slow nod. “No worries, Soarin,” she said after a moment, her voice strained.
“Am I missing something?” Twilight asked, her curiosity piqued.
“We’ll talk later,” Spitfire spoke before her teammates could. “Just a little bit of a personal issue these two brought up.”
Regret flashed across Soarin’s face. His ears drooped low, his eyes flitted to the coffee cup in his hoof. “Er, right.” He cleared his throat. “The, er, main concern with you, Princess, is that your position makes the relationship a little dicey for Spits.”
Twilight drew in a sharp breath through her nose. Her wings twitched and began to unfurl, flaring out to the side as she readied to fire off a salvo.
“Wait a moment,” Fleetfoot said, holding up a hoof. “Before you jump up and tell us off, we’re not saying we don’t support you two. Far from it, we’re both really happy you’ve hit it off with Spits. She’s been way too uptight with work for far too long.”
“Hear, hear,” Soarin muttered, earning himself a pointed glare from Spitfire.
“You both suck,” she muttered, fluffing her yellow wings. “I haven’t been that bad.”
“We only say it ‘cause we love you, Spits.” Fleetfoot hid a smile, raising her head to face Twilight. “You had her about ready to walk on sunshine when she came back to the room the morning after the Gala, Princess. So, really, if this is something you both want, I’m all for it.”
“Mine as well. Fleet and I are more concerned over what your respective stations mean should things take a wrong turn,” Soarin said. He placed his cup on the table, then folded let his hooves rest on the couch cushion. “There’s really no delicate way of saying it, I’m afraid.”
“Then say it, please,” Twilight replied. “You make it sound as if our relationship not working out for whatever reason might ruin Spitfire’s career.”
A heavy silence fell over the group. Fleetfoot and Soarin gave crooked smiles, their ears pinned back to lay against their scalps in silent confirmation.
She let her jaw drop. “You can’t be serious.”
“It’s not so much that breaking up with you could ruin it because the higher ups or Princess Celestia would demand my commission be terminated,” Spitfire mumbled. “It’s more speculating that something went wrong between us, especially if the breakup isn’t seen as cordial afterward.”
Her magic flickered. Twilight had to catch the coffee mug before it hit the floor. “So, being a princess automatically ruins somepony’s life if I try dating her and it doesn’t work out?”
Soarin shook his head. “No, that’s not what we mean at all!”
“Then what do you mean?” she pressed, narrowing her eyes at the stallion, who seemed to quail beneath her gaze. “I may be a princess, but I am entitled to a personal life!” Quick as a cat, she threw a hoof around Spitfire’s shoulders and pulled her in close, reveling in the warmth.
To her surprise, and amusement, Spitfire let out a tiny squeak.
I’ll just save that for later, ‘hon’.
“The past few days have been amazing,” she continued, “even if things have gone a little faster than I ever imagined. I like Spitfire, I’ve enjoyed what we have so far, and I’d like to see where it goes.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a warm smile spreading across Spitfire’s muzzle. A hoof wrapped around her midsection. “I agree,” Spitfire said, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “Just look at me a moment, hon.”
Twilight obeyed, turning in her seat to face Spitfire fully.
Twin yellow hooves cupped her cheek softly, their eyes met. “They mean well,” she continued, “but they bring up a legitimate point. We have to be a bit more careful with how we handle things. In particular…” she trailed off, her eyes flitting toward Fleetfoot and Soarin.
Rolling his eyes, Soarin spoke up. “The worst thing for ponies to hear would be that their newest princess was being used as some sort of fling.”
“This isn’t a fling!” Twilight said, nearly leaping to her hooves. “We’ve both made a conscious effort to establish an emotional connection with one another, compiling a list of interests on the first night we spent together, even if that ended in us, er, together in the more physical sense.”
Fleetfoot smiled. “We know. She told us, which is why we’re behind you on this, Princess. We’re trying to look out for our friend, just like yours would do for you.”
Twilight opened her mouth to refute the point, but caught herself. Hadn’t she spent an entire morning thinking on how her friends would close ranks around her in the event Spitfire had used her just a couple days ago?
She let her shoulders sag. Loathe though she was to admit it, they had a point.
“I don’t want you to lose your position because of me,” she whispered, looking down at the floor.
“I won’t lose anything, hon,” Spitfire said. With a soft turn of her hooves, she forced Twilight to meet her eyes again. “You wanna know why?”
Twilight nodded.
Drawing in close, Spitfire nosed against her snout. “Because this isn’t a fling, and we’re gonna make this work out the way we like it. We’ll reevaluate our little rule and go out on more dates, so this doesn’t end up as just a physical attraction.”
“I did like reading with you,” she admitted. “Even before we started kissing and getting hoofsy.”
“So did I, hon. It was a blast, I could really picture the story playing out when you read it.” Giving a moment’s pause, Spitfire frowned. “We should probably have our little talk about code red now, while it’s fresh on our mind.”
Twilight hesitated, her eyes flitted to Fleetfoot and Soarin once more.
“Don’t mind us,” Soarin said. “We’re not gonna go spreading this around, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Not gonna tell you how to run your relationship, either,” Fleetfoot added.
Nodding, she turned her gaze back, then took Spitfire’s hooves in hers. “It’d probably be a good idea.” Biting her lip, she gave an awkward flick of her tail. “I, er, I do like the sex, but if you all think that’s a problem—”
“Let me just cut in before you go off the edge,” Soarin said. “I can’t say Fleet or I really like the idea of you two going so fast, but it’s not our relationship. And, no offense, I’ve got no interest in watching over the two of you in the bedroom.”
Twilight squeaked, ducking her head as Fleetfoot rolled her eyes and boxed Soarin over the ears.
“What he means to say is that stuff is for you two to work out.” Fleetfoot flicked an ear toward Soarin, almost daring him to comment.
Instead, he opted to keep quiet and nod.
Given the way Fleetfoot snorted and flicked her tail, it was a rather wise move on his part.
Spitfire cleared her throat. “Yeah, let’s, er, talk about that now.”
“Yes,” Twilight agreed, turning away from the pair. “So, how do we approach this if not complete abstinence like before?”
Before Spitfire could give reply, Soarin stood, tugging Fleetfoot to her hooves with him. “Why don’t we give you two a bit of privacy? Fleet? Fancy some breakfast?”
“I was just thinking the same thing,” she said, smiling as she dotted his cheek with a kiss. “Lead on, Soar.” Stopping short, she rather deliberately turned to face Twilight, her ears stood up straight. “Princess, Spits, if you’d like to join us after you’ve finished, you’re more than welcome.”
Twilight gave a bright smile and nod. Then, upon catching sight of Fleetfoot’s milky white eyes, she added, “I’d be happy to. Thank you.”
“We’ll be down in a bit,” Spitfire said, nodding to both in kind. “Don’t let the garbage gut eat all the waffles, Fleet!”
Soarin pouted and made to retort, but Fleetfoot cut him off with a stolen kiss and a push against his chest, guiding him toward the door. “Oh, I’ll make sure he’s good! C’mon, Soar, I’m hungry. And you still have to teach me how to spreaken zee doiche or whatever the phrase is—actually, speaking of, what’s ‘garbage gut’ in Germane?”
The pair chattered and teased all the way out, even as Soarin opened the door and stood to the side to allow Fleetfoot through first. Their banter echoed down the hall, a loud, bark of Soarin’s laughter rang out just as the door closed with a click.
Twilight and Spitfire were left alone once again.
After a rather awkward silence, Spitfire hummed to herself, biting the inside of her cheek. “So,” she began, “about us and sex.”
“Yeah,” Twilight mumbled. “We should talk about that.”
“I’m of two minds on it,” she said, speaking slowly. “On one hoof, we do need to take a step back and go on a couple dates without it leading to sex.”
“The last one wasn’t exactly planned,” Twilight pointed out.
“I know, hon. I was about to get to that. I’m not sure if putting a complete stopper on it is the best idea either.” She folded her hooves over her chest. “We’re both adults here, we should be able to enjoy both the physical and romantic aspects of a relationship as long as both of us consent.”
Twilight’s feathers fluffed. “So not a complete ‘dead stop’?” she asked, unable to keep a hint of excitement out of her tone. “More of a ‘let’s focus on other things too’?”
“Exactly.” Spitfire smirked and nodded. “Yesterday was a fun time, and I’d like to have some more of that.”
Warmth flooded Twilight’s chest, her tail swished. “We could go out to dinner again,” she offered. Her ears perked up as a thought occurred to her. “We could alternate who picks where we go and when!”
“By that logic, it should be your pick this time.”
“Yes, well …” Twilight coughed. “I’ve never done this, so I think it might work better if you picked again.”
Grinning, Spitfire gave a little waggle of her ears. “Fair enough. It’ll give us some more time together for the more romantic stuff, not to mention let us get a feel for what we both like.” She leaned forward and kissed Twilight’s snout, lingering for a moment, then pulling back just enough to nuzzle. “We could go dancing sometime,” she said, her voice low.
Embarrassment colored her cheeks. “My friends tell me I’m not the best dancer.”
“I’ll teach you, hon. It’ll be a lot of fun.” Those orange eyes shone with glee. Spitfire drew in to whisper into her ear. “In fact, I’ll wager you’re better at it than you think. Especially with some of the slower stuff.”
“O-Oh?” Twilight stammered. “What makes you say that?”
Spitfire gave a husky chuckle. “Because dancing is a lot like sex—you pick a partner you think you’ll match up well with and you both move together in unison, an ebb and flow, in time with the beat.” She drew back, grinning at the way Twilight ducked her head to hide a crooked smile. “Never change, hon! You’re way too fun to tease!”
Huffing, Twilight lit her horn and caught the yellow furred tip of Spitfire’s ear in her magic, then gave a little twist. “Fun, is it?”
“Ow!” Spitfire clapped her hooves over her ear. “Let go of my ear!”
“Oh? That’s not what you said last night when I was nibbling on it.” With a playful smirk gracing her muzzle, she looped her hooves around Spitfire’s shoulders and pulled her in close. “Seems like my Wonderbolt likes to dish it out,” she whispered, letting her magic grip go from a firm tweak to a slow, sensuous tingle that teased the edges of Spitfire’s ear. A tiny squeak escaped Spitfire’s lips, followed by a nicker that made her feathers fluff. “But she doesn’t like to take it!”
Spitfire grit her teeth, but couldn’t stop herself from smiling under the tingling sensation washing over her ear. “Y-You win this r-round, hon,” she stammered, biting her lip to hold back a mewl of pleasure. “N-Now cut that out, or this whole conversation is getting put on hold for other activities.”
Pausing a moment as if to consider, Twilight allowed herself a private giggle at the way Spitfire squirmed and gasped under her ministrations.
She nodded. “Very well.” Twilight let her magic dissipate, leaning in to bump her snout against Spitfire’s and basking in the sensation of hot, panting gasps washing over her face as her girlfriend slumped into her embrace. “Just remember you’re not the only one who’s got a few tricks up her sleeve, hon.”
A playful gleam flashed in Spitfire’s eyes. “We’ll just see about that,” she whispered breathily, stealing a kiss before she wrapped her hooves around Twilight again. “So, we agree on going out a bit more. As for the code red stuff, maybe something a bit more flexible since we’re doing this a bit more our way.”
“Flexible how?” Twilight asked, perking her ears up.
“How about instead of code red being applied whenever one of us thinks we’re about to make a move towards sex? We can both be big mares in that regard. If we both want it, we let it happen. If not, it stops. Period.”
Bringing a hoof to her chin, she hummed in thought. “So, less a ‘full stop’, more of a ‘do I want this right now’?”
Spitfire grinned. “Exactly! We can respect each other, not to mention ourselves, well enough to make the call. Like I said the first time we were together, if there’s something that makes you uncomfortable speak up and we’ll stop.” She started, as if hit by a bolt of lightning. “That’s it! Code red doesn’t have to be our way of cutting things off entirely, it’s just an out for one of us to use if things go down a path we’re not comfortable with, or we’re just not in the mood, so to speak.”
“Doesn’t the, er, ‘not being in the mood’ go without saying?”
“Kinda, but I’m saying it for our purposes. We both like spending time together, we have some level of a connection, and we like sex.” Her grin turned into a more playful, sharklike smirk. “I mean, we both came to an agreement on that a few times in the past few days.”
Twilight blinked, tilting her head as she slowly worked out the wording. It clicked. She brought a hoof to her forehead, groaning as though in pain. “That was terrible, and you should feel terrible!”
“It was, but I don’t. I really, really don’t, hon.” Spitfire’s hooves repositioned themselves around her shoulders, then pulled her in close, chuckling as she pressed her lips against Twilight’s. She broke away and sighed happily. “Mm, and with a kiss like that, what do I have to regret?”
A whine escaped her lips. “But that sounds like one of Party or Pinkie’s stupid jokes!”
“Then it sounds like I’ll get on just fine with them—good to know!” She waggled her eyebrows, then let her smirk fade away into a more sedate smile. “So, how’s it sound to you? We take this at our pace, each of us can pull the reins in whenever it gets too dicey for one of us. Fair?”
Bringing the hoof down from her forehead, Twilight nodded. “I think it would give us a bit more autonomy by eliminating the need for one pony to have responsibility for both. It could prove more effective in the long-run if we stick to that way of using it.”
“Heh, there you go making it sound all official again,” Spitfire teased. “Alright, then, we’ve got that settled.” She glanced toward the door, raising her brows. “So, I don’t know about you, but I could use some food. Feel like joining my two nursemaids and I for a little breakfast?”
The corners of Twilight’s mouth tugged upward, a tiny smile spread across her muzzle. “I’d like that very much,” she said.
They stood, almost in perfect unison, and made their way to the door. Lighting up her horn, Twilight let her magic snake out to envelope the doorhandle, pulling it open with a shimmer of magenta and a tinkling of unseen bells. She stepped to the side, just as she’d seen Shining and Soarin do for their mares, and allowed Spitfire to pass through first.
Spitfire fixed her with a half-lidded stare out of the corner of her eye, smiling as she trotted passed. Her feathers trailed along Twilight’s side, up to her shoulder, then across her back, pulling her into a hug.
With a squeak, Twilight staggered forward, her grip on the door released. Her cheeks flushed rosy red. “I, um, thought you said this was for later.”
“I can amend my rules once in a while,” Spitfire countered. “Besides, you’re my girlfriend now. Wing hugs are a part of the package.”
Twilight ducked her head low to help fight down the merry squeal that threatened to escape her lips. Her eyes flitted to Spitfire, a spark of courage lit within her chest, coaxing her to maneuver herself to press against her girlfriend’s side.
They stayed that way for the duration of their walk to the elevator, and the entirety of the trip to the lobby.
Twilight had never seen a pony’s face go so red—Big Mac’s natural color notwithstanding.
Covering her mouth in vain hopes of suppressing her laughter, she leaned into Spitfire’s side, grinning at the deep red hue coloring her cheeks and the way she set her jaw.
“It’s not that funny,” she ground out, her feathers bristling as she crossed her hooves. “I didn’t bounce that high.”
“Horse apples you didn’t!” Fleetfoot said in between bouts of laughter. Tears of merriment gathered in her milky white eyes. “Hay! If I’m lying, you can hit me in the rump with a lightning bolt!”
Spitfire’s nostrils flared. “Now, there’s an idea!”
Twilight grinned and leaned up to nose against her cheek. “Aw, what’s the matter, hon?” she cooed, stealing a quick kiss to Spitfire’s cheek and savoring the warmth. “Don’t like it when the tables are turned?”
Slowly, Spitfire turned, fixing a wicked grin on her muzzle. She pecked Twilight on the cheek, lingering a moment.
Her eyes fluttered shut. She hummed at the feeling of soft lips pressing against her, the corners of her mouth tugged into a silly grin.
Spitfire pulled away all too soon, drawing a little whine and flick of her tail.
“I’ll remember that,” Spitfire whispered, her breath tickling the tip of Twilight’s ear. “Just you wait until I meet your friends or see that brother of yours again, hon. I’m gonna enjoy watching you squirm.”
Her smile fell. Twilight’s feathers bristled at the thought. “M-Maybe we should, um, take this a little slow,” she stammered, letting her ears pin back. “I mean, there’s really no rush, we can go at our own pace—”
“Slow?” Soarin repeated, lowering his copy of The Canterlot Chronicle. He arched a brow, his forest grin eyes flitted between the pair as he leaned over to stage whisper to Fleetfoot. “Honey, help me out, I’m afraid I must be mixing up my words again. Wouldn’t what we saw this morning be called ‘fast’ by normal standards?”
Fleetfoot flicked her ear and smirked before replying in Germane, “Ja, mein Liebe.” She reached out to take hold of a cup of milk, bringing it to her lips. “But you know young ponies these days. No patience for any courting or proper romance like you and me.”
“Agreed. Very good pronunciation, by the way.” He nosed against her cheek. “You’ve been practicing.”
“I’ve got a lot of incentive,” she said, turning to peck his lips. “There’s a good looking stallion in my life who likes to slip a little in when he whispers sweet nothings, and I wanna know what he’s saying.”
Chuckling, he kissed the end of her snout, then returned to his newspaper. “So, what’ve you two got planned today?” he asked. “Fancy another walk through the rain and late night snuggled up?”
Spitfire rolled her eyes, flicking her tail at the teasing. “Nothing yet, last night just kinda happened.” Her gaze flitted to Twilight. “I was probably supposed to have you back by midnight, wasn’t I?”
“I’m a big mare,” Twilight said, huffing and crossing her hooves over her chest. “I can stay up late and spend the night at my girlfriend’s hotel if I want.”
“Hey, I’m not complaining.” Soft lips pressed against her cheek again, a hoof snaked around her shoulders and pulled her close. “I’m just sayin’, your brother’s probably put me at the top of his troops’ ‘Wanted’ list.”
Fleetfoot snorted. “Hate to break it to you, Spits, but you’re not quite that important.”
“Besides,” Soarin began, glancing up from his paper and checking the sky through the window, “I don’t see any of Captain Armor’s barriers encompassing the city. Maybe he figured you stayed the night, Princess.”
“That might be it,” Twilight said. “He’ll probably expect me back sometime today, or at least that I’ll send a quick note.” She paused and wrinkled her snout. “You don’t have to address me by title, you know. This is going to seem rather awkward if you keep this up.”
He smiled. “Twilight it is, then. Funny. Who’d have thought a pie-scarfing goofball from the lower-east side would be on first name basis with royalty?” Chuckling to himself, he turned the page. “Mama won’t believe a word of it.”
“Naturally,” Fleetfoot quipped. “That mare only rates our Hellfire Dive as ‘passable’. It’d take Twilight knocking on her door and telling her all about this whole thing for her to believe it.”
Twilight waggled her ears, a sly grin made its way across her muzzle. “You know,” she began, using the low, playful tone she’d picked up from her friends, “I’m sure I’ll be visiting Cloudsdale a lot now that I’m dating Spitfire.” She nudged her shoulder against Spitfire’s.
Snorting, Spitfire allowed herself a small smirk. “Hmm, taking you out on a date just so we can make Soarin’s mama go batty? I like it. Can we tell her about us then, too? That mare likes to play mother for me for crying out loud! I’ve already got one.”
Soarin chuckled. “Well, glad to know we’re all gonna prank my dear mama. Now—” he fixed them with a stern gaze “—do Fleety and I need to chaperone you two, or did you get things settled?”
“We’re good, Soar,” Spitfire replied, giving Twilight a little squeeze. “Had a nice little talk and all, we’ll be good fillies—”
“—As long as we want to be!” Twilight added, before stealing another kiss. “It’s our relationship, after all.”
“Good answer,” he said. “Well, then, Fleet and I were going to a club later on tonight. That friend of yours—Pinkie, I think—mentioned it to us, Twilight. We could all go together, make it a double-date.”
Spitfire bobbed her head. “Wouldn’t be a bad idea.” She turned to smile at Twilight. “I did promise you dancing lessons.”
Twilight glanced between the pair across from her, swishing her tail in thought. She let her gaze fall to rest on Spitfire, a bright smile made its way across her muzzle. “I’ll send a note to Shining,” she said. “It wouldn’t be too fun if he brought a squad of guards to look for me!” She brought a hoof to her chin and hummed. “Though, if I tell him, he’ll let Cadence know, so we could end up with a visit from both of them.”
“A party with my fellow officers, the Captain of the Royal Guard, the Princess of Love, and my girlfriend?” Spitfire grinned. “If that goof of a brother of yours wants to show up, he’s welcome too. Send your note, hon. Then we’ve gotta get you dolled up for a night out on the town.”
Nodding, Twilight lit up her horn. A pencil and a sheet of paper popped into existence with a bright flash of magenta.
“Holy moly!” Soarin said, whistling in awe. “That’s pretty cool.”
Fleetfoot nudged him with an elbow. “Er, Soar? Mind giving the blind mare the play-by-play? What was the pop?”
“A conjuring spell,” Twilight answered as she scribbled a short note explaining where she’d been last night, as well as her plans for the day. “It’s rather complicated, but I’ve had plenty of practice with it. I used to struggle with it, actually.”
“And now?” Spitfire asked.
Beaming, she lit up her horn, making the quill vanish into thin air, then sending the note off to her brother with a loud pop. “Like a Wonderbolt in mid-season form,” she replied.
The trio grinned, ruffling their feathers in kind. “You know what?” Fleetfoot began. “I think we’re gonna get along famously, Twilight. As the only other mare from the Wonderbolts and Spits’ oldest friend, I approve.”
Spitfire raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? I need your approval to date?”
“Quite frankly, yes.”
“What am I, fifteen?”
Much to Twilight’s amusement, Fleetfoot reached across and patted Spitfire on the head. “Just be back by ten, or you’re grounded, honey. Don’t make me take away your gramophone again.”
“Why you—” Spitfire puffed up her cheeks. “You’re part of the date tonight, you feather duster with a mouth!”
Twilight giggled as she watched the pair fall to their banter, sharing a knowing grin with Soarin before he went back to reading his paper.
A rather nice way to start her first day with her first official girlfriend.
The thought alone made her feathers fluff and sent her tail swishing like a happy puppy.
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This is adorable and spicy.
Like a baby jalapeño.
I think we are all waiting for the Celestia shoe to drop.
Am I seeing some hints of potential pet play? Or am I just reading too much into things?
Oh yes...
Good chapter! Looking forward to the double date!
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I know I am. I wonder if it's going to be all super serious and dramatic, or maybe start that way but turn comical...
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I want Twilight put in a position to have to defend her mare.
Wait, Fleetfoot's blind?
8020353 just what I was thinking!
Hmmm. I like the story, but i can't find Fleetfoot and Soarin as anything less than annoying. I guess it's just because I've read way too many stories where the friends tease and or berate the couple and pretend that they aren't overbearing, but it's just so cut and paste nowadays, present in almost every 'fluff'-esque romance.
And, while I'm at it, I should also mention that I'm absolutely tired of the phase "You cheeky _____" that doesn't end in cunt or fucker. A couple chapters ago i saw it used like five times in about as many paragraphs.
Otherwise I'm still down with this. Just the right amount of saucy to leave me satisfied without actually going into the good stuff. Do i still want the good stuff? Yes. Yes, i do, but this is enough.
And no, the german was not good. "mein Liebe" is as wrong as it can get.
It's either "meine Liebe" when adressing a female or "mein Lieber" when adressing a male.
It could also be "meine Liebe" when talking about ones own love for something.
But there is no single case in which "Mein Liebe" would be considered correct by anybody.
8028084 What is this, a lecture? I had a friend with rusty German abilities and utilized them. I didn't have a native speaker I could pull out of my back pocket. Sheesh.
Huh. Fleetfoot being blind came completely out of left field.
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Do you mean that it's just random or that it wasn't alluded to before? Because if it is the latter then i can't agree. During that first confrontation between Spitfire, Soarin, and Fleetfoot the author described Fleetfoots eyes and some of her mannerisms quite clearly(at least to me anyway). If you mean the former than yes I do agree. I've never read a Fic where she was depicted as blind but I like it lol!
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Very hard not to make a serious "Grammar Nazi" joke about all this, especially since you're being an asshole about it.
God i must sound like a teenage girl...ive done the cuteness eee too many times