Spitfire and Wasp

by The FraudulentBrit

A Most Peculiar Guest

Spitfire and Wasp

Chapter 2; A Most Peculiar Guest

Megaton’s Lair

“Grah!!!” Megaton growled as he slammed his fist into the table. The first time he unleashed his Halflings, his life’s work, and they’d been defeated by a group of pathetic little ponies. Despite all his plans and preparations, his efforts had only resulted in him being humiliated by Princess Twilight and her friends. Seething in anger, Megaton swore to himself, “The next time I meet that little equine, I will destroy her, yes!” He was already deep in thought, imagining how his next assault would go down, when he was snapped out of it by the sound of a familiar voice.

“Is there anything the master requires?” Inferno said as he and Quick Strike approached their creator. “Ugh.” Megaton sighed. “Unless you can bring me Twilight Sparkle’s head on a stick, I’m afraid there isn’t.” Quick Strike then asked, “In that case, can Inferno and I go out and blast someone? I hate not having anything to do.” Megaton didn’t move, simply standing and breathing heavily. “Uh, sir?” Quick Strike asked. He then turned to Inferno and said, “I got a bad feeling about this.”

“I’m sorry.” Megaton said sarcastically as he glared at Quick Strike and Inferno. “It’s just that our first attempt at conquering the world has ended in absolute failure, meaning that it will be all the more harder in the future, and all you seem to care about is going out and causing senseless mayhem!” Quick Strike began to step back in fear as Megaton began to lose his temper. “Anything else?” Megaton asked as steam began to exit his nostrils. Both Inferno and Quick Strike immediately ran out of the chamber. Megaton couldn’t help but let out a cruel chuckle as he reviled in his display of power.

No sooner had Quick Strike and Inferno fled that Trapdoor entered the chamber. “Lord Megaton.” The Halfling said in his wispy and gravelly voice as he bowed his head placed one of his hands over his chest. Megaton had to admit that the addition of hands to the changeling body design was one of the best tweaks he made in the creation of the Halflings. “What is it Trapdoor?” Megaton asked, annoyance seething from his teeth. Trapdoor replied, “I have been inspecting all of the others, assessing injuries and damages from the attack on Canterlot. Though nothing major has been inflicted on any of us, I have discovered an interesting anomaly.” This caught Megaton’s attention. The large dragon then asked, “And that anomaly would be…?”

“Wasp is missing.” Trapdoor reported. “What!?” Megaton furiously asked. “Wasp was not in his quarters when we returned, and he’s not in any of the caverns, near the magma pits, or anywhere near the lair.” Trapdoor replied. The gears began to turn in Megaton’s head. Right now there were either two possibilities. One saw Wasp Killed or taken prisoner, but Megaton knew that that would not be possible. Wasp was bred to be nearly indestructible, and the Equestrians didn’t have that kind of raw power. This, however, lead to only one conclusion.

“HE’S DESERTED US!” Megaton bellowed as he slammed his fist into the cavern wall. He knew that if Wasp was discovered, the ponies would find out what he’d done, and they would destroy all he had built, something Megaton would not allow. Knowing what had to be done, Megaton turned to Trapdoor and ordered, “Trapdoor, find Quick Strike and Inferno, and tell them to return to Canterlot and find any trace of Wasp! Then go to Nightmareville and find someone who won’t mind hunting him down!” “At once sir.” Trapdoor replied as he saluted and exited his master’s chambers.

Megaton then refocused on his table, more specifically the map on it. Using his clawed finger to trace a line from Canterlot outwards, he said to himself, “I don’t know where you are Wasp, but I’ll find you. And when I do, you’ll beg for mercy when I’m done with you. Yes!”

Cloudsdale, Spitfire’s Home

“And we’re here!” Spitfire said to Wasp as the two made it to her home. Under normal circumstances, it would only take Spitfire thirty minutes at most to make the flight from Canterlot to Cloudsdale. However, this time she had decided to take a slightly more scenic route to keep Wasp safe from any potential prying eyes. It hadn’t helped that she’d flown much slower to help Wasp acclimate to being so high much easier.

“Ooh, Wasp like fluffy house.” Wasp said at the sight of Spitfire’s home. It wasn’t as extravagant as many of the other houses around her, but it was still a rather impressive two storied cloud house. Spitfire chuckled at Wasp’s remark and answered, “Yup. Clouds are the perfect building material. They’re strong yet soft.” As she gently landed on her lawn, Spitfire extended her wing down to the ground. However, Wasp was somewhat hesitant to get off Spitfire’s back. “Will Wasp be able to walk on cloud?” He nervously asked. “Of course.” Spitfire answered. “I’ve had my whole house permanently enchanted so any-pony can walk on it.”

Wasp hesitated for several moments, but once he found that the clouds were supporting his weight, the young Halfling began to jump all over the cloud lawn as if it were a giant trampoline. “Wee! Wasp loves clouds!” He cheered. Spitfire couldn’t help but find the sight of him having fun adorable. Wasp would have continued to frolic all over the lawn if his stomach hadn’t growled again, this time almost sounding like a lion’s growling. Spitfire let out a gentle laugh and said, “Come on in kid, let’s get you something to eat.” “Ok. Wasp hungry.” Wasp said as he fluttered into Spitfire’s house, making the signature buzzing of an insect as he flew.

Wasp was amazed by the interior of Spitfire’s home. Not only was the building made of clouds, but it just gave a feeling of warmth and safety all over his body. To his credit, Wasp hadn’t seen much in his relatively short life, mostly Megaton’s lair and Canterlot, the latter of which was only rather briefly. Still, being somewhere that didn’t send a chill down his exoskeleton made Wasp want to see everything he could. Spitfire couldn’t help but find his curiosity adorable. As he began to flutter around the living room, she called out, “I’m gonna start making some soup and sandwiches.”

“What are soup and sandwiches?” Wasp asked, innocence oozing from his voice. Spitfire was about to answer when something hit her. Had Wasp never eaten either before, and if so what had he eaten before? “You’ll see.” She replied as she made her way to the kitchen. The first thing Spitfire did was pour some water into a medium sized pot then set it on her stove. She then began to go through her pantry, looking for what ingredients she had. However, it was then that she heard the sound of something crashing in the living room.

“What is that?” Spitfire asked as she entered the living room, only to see Wasp floating near a broken display of a newspaper. “What happened here!?” Spitfire nearly shouted, slipping into her drill instructor mode. Wasp screamed and flew behind the sofa. “Ahh! Wasp sorry. No hurt Wasp!” He said as he curled into a ball. Spitfire managed to snap out of her anger at the sight before her. She then began to tip toe towards Wasp as she whispered, “Shh. It’s ok. I’m not gonna hurt you.” Wasp moved his wing and arm out of his face and pitifully asked, “Pony not want to hurt Wasp? But Wasp broke pony’s picture.”

Spitfire noticed the paper and said, “It’s ok. I’ll clean it up.” She then made her way over to the paper and picked it up. It was then that Spitfire noticed that it was the day she first joined the Wonderbolts, something that brought a smile to her face. “What’s making pony happy?” Wasp asked Spitfire, who replied, “I was just remembering when I joined the Wonderbolts. “What’s a Wonderbolt?” Wasp asked. Spitfire hesitated for a moment before she replied, “Well, the Wonderbolts are the best fliers in Equestria.” “Ooh.” Wasp exclaimed. “Wonderbolts look like you?” “Not exactly.” Spitfire answered. “We all wear a flight suit like this, but we all look different underneath.”

It was now that Wasp began to look down in guilt and said, “Oh. Then Wonderbolts no like Wasp. Megaton told Wasp and others to attack ponies in blue suits.” Spitfire remembered that Wasp and the others had been ordered to attack during the Derby, and she was nervous as to how the others would react to him. However, she didn’t want Wasp to feel like they’d hate him, and she reassured him, “Once I explain things to them, I bet they’ll love you.” “You promise Wasp?” Wasp asked hopefully. “They will.” Spitfire replied. “Now, I’ll go finish making dinner. You promise to be careful?” “Wasp promises.” The young Halfling replied. Spitfire let out a sigh of relief as she returned to making dinner for her and Wasp.

Thirty Minutes Later

“You’re gonna love this kid.” Spitfire said as she brought two bowls of hay soup and a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches to the kitchen table. The mere smell of them made Wasp’s mouth begin to water. As Spitfire placed one of the bowls on the table, she turned to Wasp and said, “Come on over here.” “Wasp get to sit at table with Fire Spitter?” Wasp asked curiously. “Fire Spitter?” Spitfire replied. Wasp then grew a confused look on his face as he asked, “Pony’s name is Fire Spitter, right?” Spitfire realized he had had a slip of the mind and corrected him. “Oh no. My name is Spitfire.” “Spitfire.” Wasp replied. “Spitfire! Spitfire!”

After bouncing around for a few minutes repeating her name, Wasp felt his stomach growl and made his way to his seat. As Spitfire took a spoon and began to scoop up some of her soup, she heard the sound of sloshing and slurping. Looking up, she was both irritated and amused to see Wasp had plunged his mandibles into the bowl, gulping everything down. He then began to take several sandwiches and gobble them down, crumbs and left over broth cascading down his face. “Ahem.” Spitfire said sternly as she began to glare at Wasp. Wasp realized he was being stared down and began to hold his head down in shame.

“Wasp sorry. Wasp was just hungry.” Wasp apologized. Spitfire figured that these poor manners were born out of hunger rather than rudeness. “It’s ok Wasp.” Spitfire said as she let out a sigh. “We’ll clean it up when we finish, ok?” “Ok.” Wasp replied as he resumed eating, extending a long, yellow tongue to lap up clumps of noodles in his soup.

Spitfire, however, began to realize she might be somewhat over her head. She just hoped she wasn’t leaping too far.

Spitfire’s Guest Room, Later That Night

After a rather troublesome attempt at bath time (Which made Spitfire appreciate showers so much more), Spitfire had brought the now freshly cleaned and dried Wasp into her guest room. “Now…” She began as she let out a yawn. “I think it’s time for some-pony to go to sleep.” “Awh.” Wasp began to protest. “Wasp not sleepy.” However, his loud yawn and what seemed to be closing eyes betrayed his exhaustion.

Spitfire then proceeded to begin tucking Wasp into the bed. The moment he had the covers over him, Wasp began to drift off, but not before he muttering to himself, “Today is best day of Wasp’s life.” Spitfire couldn’t help but find herself both touched and saddened. If this was the best day that this young creature had ever had, she didn’t want to imagine what a normal day was like for him. Still, Wasp was now consumed by a deep sleep, and Spitfire figured he could answer any questions tomorrow.

Later That Night

Spitfire was awoken from her sleep by the sound of panicking and grunting. “Ugh, what’s going on?” She asked herself as she rose from bed. It was then that she heard the familiar sound of Wasp’s voice crying out, “No! Wasp not want to go back! Wasp not want to go back!” “Oh no.” Spitfire said as she realized something was wrong and dashed towards the guest room. When she made it to the guest room, Spitfire was horrified to see Wasp tossing and turning, tears dripping from his eyes. “No no no! No hurt Wasp!” The young Halfling screamed as he continued, clearly suffering a nightmare.

Spitfire knew what she had to do. Leaping onto the bed, she held her front hooves on Wasp as she began to shout, “Wasp, Wasp, wake up!” She shouted. Wasp was awoken from his nightmare and into a cold sweat as he managed to wrestle himself free from Spitfire’s grasp and rise to his hooves. “Huh?” He asked as he began to take in his surroundings. “Wasp! You alright?” Spitfire asked, worried for her young ward.

She was still surprised as Wasp wrapped his arms around her and began to weep. “Please don’t send Wasp back to Megaton!” The Halfling begged. “Wasp never want to go back to Megaton!” Spitfire couldn’t help but shed a few tears at the sight and sound of Wasp. Whatever she had seen of the Halflings earlier that day was immediately irrelevant. All she could see was a scared child with no one but her, and she had to do something.

But first, she had to see a friend.

Cloudsdale, The Next Day

“Where Fire Spitter and Wasp going?” Wasp asked as he held on to Spitfire as the two flew through one of Cloudsdale’s neighborhoods. “We need to go see a friend of mine.” Spitfire replied. “And, you get to meet one of the other Wonderbolts.” “Really? Wasp meet Wonderbolt?” Wasp asked. “You bet.” Spitfire answered with a confident smirk. “Yay! Wasp meet Wonderbolt!” Wasp began to cheer as he began to excitedly jolt around Spitfire’s back, unintentionally forcing her to swerve all over the neighborhood.

“That’s it!” Spitfire said to herself as she pulled over a clearing and pulled Wasp off her back. “If you’re gonna ride on my back, you don’t do that! Understand?” Spitfire didn’t realize she had slipped into drill instructor mode until Wasp began to back away, raising his arms in fear and whimpering. “Ugh.” Spitfire sighed to herself as she realized she snapped at him again. She then began to speak in a far softer voice, “Sorry, but I don’t want you to pull at me when we’re flying like that. I could crash into something or some-pony, and get both of us hurt.” “Wasp understand. Wasp sorry he hurt you.” Wasp apologized. Spitfire then held a hoof to Wasp’s chin and said, “I’m sorry too. Guess I’ve never had to look after someone like you before.” “Wasp never met anyone like you.” He then wrapped his arms around Spitfire as he rotated himself around her until he was back on his back.

A few minutes later, Spitfire and Wasp had arrived at their destination; a normal looking cloud house. “We’re here.” Spitfire said to her young ward. “Now, I want you to behave, alright?” “Wasp promises to behave.” Wasp reassured the older mare. “Ok, now, I want to introduce you to some-pony.”

Spitfire then walked up to the house’s doorway and began to knock. After a few moments, the door was opened by a green Pegasus mare with an orange mane. “Oh, Spitfire!” The mare greeted her as she wrapped her in an embrace. “Good to see you too Tailwind.” Spitfire replied. “Is High Winds home? I need to talk to her about something.” “What is it?” Tailwind asked as she noticed something, or rather, someone walking up to Spitfire and ask, “Who is other pony?”

Tailwind stared at Wasp for a few seconds before turning her head inside the house and calling out, “Hey honey, Spitfire is here!” From inside the house, they heard a vaguely more familiar voice of High Winds reply, “Be there in a moment.” Within a few moments, the far more familiar sight of a light blue Pegasus mare with a puffy, dark blue mane emerged. “Captain! What are you doing out here?” High Winds asked. Spitfire began to nervously rub the back of her neck as she took a deep breath.

It was then that Wasp flew up to High Winds, muzzle to mandibles. “Ooh. High Winds look different from Fire Spitter!” Wasp said excitedly. “Uh… Spitfire?” High Winds asked. “Who is this?” “Wasp!” Spitfire barked. “Get away from her now!” Wasp immediately darted away from High Winds and began to back away from the group. Spitfire then turned to High Winds and answered, “High Winds, meet Wasp.” High Winds could only gulp and mutter, “Oh goodness.”

High Winds’s House, the Kitchen

“So let me get this straight.” High Winds said as she took a sip of her tea. “Wasp here is one of those things that attacked the Canterlot Derby yesterday, and you are treating him like a CHILD!?” “I think he is a child.” Spitfire replied as she pointed to Wasp, who was buzzing around curiously yet cautiously. “I found him scrounging around the trash behind Donut Joe’s. Do you really think that he would be doing something nefarious by going through garbage?” High Winds hesitated for a moment before her wife replied, “She does have a point.”

High Winds replied, “So, what are you going to do with…” She eyed the young Halfling as she continued, “…Wasp?” Spitfire replied, “Well for starters, he’s staying with me. End of story.” The determination in her voice left no room for discussion. Tail Wind added, “Good Idea. Seperating him from you could give him more trauma, and if what you said is true, he’s been through enough.” High Winds then added, “Well, even if he doesn’t have anywhere else to go, you still can’t just take a kid off the street.” “I know.” Spitfire replied. “You two have foster kids, what should I do to make this, ya know, legal?”

High Winds thought for a moment before she answered, “You’ll need to go to FPS. They’re the ones who decide if you’re a suitable candidate for a foster child, and if so they should allow Wasp to stay with you.” Tailwind then walked over to a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. “I’ll write down directions to their Cloudsdale office. You should be able to make it before they close.” “Thanks girls.” Spitfire said as she took the piece of paper. “Oh, one more thing. Can you two look after Wasp for a while?” High Winds hesitated for a moment before Tailwind rested a hoof on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. “We would love to.” High Winds replied. “And I bet he’ll love it when the kids get home from school.”

“What ponies talking about?” Wasp asked as he fluttered into the kitchen. Spitfire walked up to Wasp and said. “Hey Wasp, I need to go run an errand. High Winds and Tailwind will be looking after you for a little bit.” Wasp then looked away and asked, “Will Fire Spitter come back?” Spitfire gave Wasp a reassuring look as she answered, “Fire Spitter will come back.” Wasp immediately wrapped his arms and front legs in a warm embrace. As they finished, Wasp couldn’t help but begin to giggle as he said, “Wasp will hold you to promise.” Spitfire joined in with a chuckle of her own as she made her way to the door. “Be back in a bit every-pony. Wasp, stay out of trouble.”

Once Spitfire had departed, Wasp turned to High Winds and asked, “Wasp heard you are Wonderbolt.” “Yeah, I am.” High Winds replied. Tailwind then walked up to her and said, “And I’m so proud of you for it.” As she said this, she planted a kiss on her wife’s cheek. Wasp then asked, “Why pony kiss other pony?” Both Tailwind and High Winds sighed as they realized they’d have to explain emotions to the young child.

Cloudsdale FPS Office, Two Hours Later

“Miss Spitfire!” The mare from behind the desk called out. “Finally.” Spitfire whispered to herself. She had been reminded why she hated bureaucratic government jobs; it had taken two hours just to get in and see some-pony. It made her realize how thankful that she had decided to take most important matters at base herself. Rising from her uncomfortable chair, she walked up to the desk as the other mare said, “Please go to office number 7.” “Thanks.” Spitfire replied as she made her way down the hall.

Once she made her way to the office door, she noticed that there was a sign on the door that said out to lunch. “Figures.” Spitfire said to herself. From behind her, a mare’s voice asked, “Everything alright?” Spitfire turned to face another mare and replied, “Yeah. I need to talk to someone about taking a foal in.” “Really? Another Wonderbolt wants to take a foal in? That’s awesome!” Spitfire found herself blushing at the idea of taking Wasp in, and continued, “I have one in mind, I just have to get everything sorted out.” The mare then noticed the door they were standing in front of and replied, “Well, good luck, cause Mr. Adder isn’t the friendliest.”

“Wait, Mr. Adder?” Spitfire asked. It was then that she heard a familiar stallion’s voice behind her. “Remind me not to go back to that little eatery. For a moment I thought their cooks had taken lessons at the Pigpen school of fine dining.” “Oh no.” Spitfire muttered as she turned to see a very familiar bat-pony walking down the hall. A bat-pony wearing a dark blue suit and sporting a familiar moustache.

“Oh, Mr. Adder.” The mare walked up to him and greeted him. “You have an appointment. Black Adder replied, “Really?” “Yes, and she’s another Wonderbolt!” the mare replied as she pointed to Spitfire. It was then that Black Adder muttered to himself, “Oh piss pots.”

Author's Note:

Next Time, Spitfire has a little chat with Black Adder

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what is a halfling?

[The FraudulentBrit]

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It’s a hybrid I invented for the story. They’re half changling, and half insect. In Wasp’s case a wasp, Inferno’s case a fire ant, etc.