Spontaneous Combustion
Spontaneous Combustion
The scent of warm pancakes roused me from my slumber. The crackling fire slowly lulled me awake, trawling me up from the depths of the sweetest dreams. As my mind finally whirred to life, it realized just how delicious the pancakes smelled, making my mouth water. I licked my lips, anticipating the most delectable breakfast with Twilight.
"Oh!" she gasped, realizing I was now awake. "Good morning, Love. Sleep well?"
"Better than I ever have," I answered dreamily. I smiled, remembering the dream I'd had that night. I blushed furiously and tried to push the thoughts away. But to no avail, as they continued their incessant buzzing around my head.
"That makes two of us," she replied. After a moment of silence, she added, "I had a dream about you."
"Oh?"
"I'll tell you on the way to our last stop," she promised, flipping the pancakes onto a set of paper plates. Slowly, I rolled onto my belly, still encompassed by the blanket's warmth. I spread my wings, shedding the blanket, the cold morning air hitting me instantly. I didn't mind much, but I was sad that the warmth was gone so quickly. She floated a plate and silverware my way, setting it down just in front of me. I grinned and licked my lips again at the strong aroma.
Having been taught by Pinkie how to hold things with just one's hooves, I plucked the silverware from the plate, quickly cutting the irresistible meal into bite-sized pieces. I wasted no time in devouring them. If I didn't eat them, the cold would freeze them solid in minutes.
A thermos floated towards me as soon as I finished. I grinned, smelling my favorite morning blend within. I took the thermos and took a long, pleased sip. The flavors of ginseng and a hint of lavender caressed my taste buds, sending gentle shocks of energy to my half-asleep brain.
As I put the lid back on the insulated canteen, I watched as Twilight poured her own morning brew into her thermos. One of our subtle differences made itself apparent as the dark brown, almost black liquid cascaded from the cast-iron kettle into her thermos. She was a morning-coffee pony, where I was a morning-tea pony. She'd tried to convert me, but I found the brew to be far too bitter, even after putting four packets of sugar and three teaspoons of creamer in it. In return, I had her try tea in the morning, but she found it a bit too sweet, and not nearly strong enough to rouse her completely from her all-night study sessions. As much as I wished she was a tea-pony, I didn't complain. It was a trivial matter, and it didn't change anything about her. Besides, thought I, I'll bet it makes for an interesting mix of flavors when we kiss...
Oh my... Did I really just think that?
Yes you did, my inner self giggled, laughing at me. But I suppose that's natural, since you're... I don't know... in love with her?
I guess, I responded. But that doesn't explain the sudden urge to find out. I want to take this slow.
Consciously, you do, the voice responded, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and I'm pretty certain yours wants her tongue in your mouth... Among other places.
I mentally gasped, blushing redder than a beet. My inner self laughed at me, darkening my blush and making my ears feel hot. Oh... My...
You may want to stay slow, but your heart most definitely does not. You remember that dream you had last night. I could feel my inner self smirking as she said it. I hid behind my mane instinctively.
"Fluttershy? You okay?" the calm, but slightly raised voice of Twilight shooed the voice from my head. Sadly, it didn't shoo my blush with it. "You're blushing pretty hard."
"I'm fine," I answered, barely above a whisper. "Just thinking..."
"About what?"
"It's nothing..." I pecked her cheek lightly so she wouldn't persist. "I'll bring it up later."
My peck having done its job, she desisted. She simply folded up the tent that we didn't sleep in, put out the fire, and otherwise made it appear as thought we'd never been there in the first place. "Let's get moving. We don't have too far to go, but it's definitely worth it to get there and spend the whole day there."
I smiled, taking a moment to wonder what surprise she had in store for me now. I could only guess randomly, throwing my wildest ideas against the wall and hoping a theory or two would stick. They ranged from a simple, majestic view from a cliffside, to an elaborate display of wild magic not unlike the previous night's display. For all I knew, she could have been in cahoots with Princess Luna, plotting a visit to the moon. All I could do was wonder.
We picked up our saddlebags, covering our backs from the biting cold. I felt like mine was significantly lighter, and I wondered for a moment what had changed. The hypothesis of Twilight's magic being the culprit sprang to mind fairly quickly, and was accepted as fact as the memory of us packing for the trip came to the forefront.
As Twilight reorganized everything, she plucked a blank scroll from a shelf. She rolled it out to a length of about five meters, and set it down on the floor. I watched on, curious. She had ten bundles of logs, which were too heavy for even Applejack to carry without a cart. She placed each bundle along the scroll, spaced evenly apart. With a quick flash, a bundle of logs was gone, replaced by a spiderweb of ink symbols and runes I couldn't read. The other nine bundles were quick to follow.
"I can promise you'll enjoy this," she said, planting a peck on my cheek.
We walked on into the frozen plains, moving towards a gleaming mountain speckled with green. A few hundred meters of walking later, the snow gave way to a frozen lake that was far wider than the eye could see. Its surface was smooth as glass, and almost looked to be glass, but was given away by the shadows of fish beneath it. I placed a tentative hoof on the surface, which slipped nearly immediately. I backed away from it, unsure of how we'd cross the ice.
A scroll lifted itself from my saddlebag, encased in my marefriend's magenta aura. It unravelled itself to reveal a complex set of runes and characters I didn't know. I didn't understand the whole process, but in a flash, four pairs of ice-skates appeared from nowhere, leaving the scroll devoid of ink. I got the hint, and plucked the set I assumed to be mine from her magical grasp. Or at least, I tried to. The set of skates flew down to my hooves, nudging me to lift them. I did so, letting Twilight help me with my skates.
"A bit of a different way of getting around, but it'll work," I said, a few snowflakes drifting listlessly past me through the air. After securing her own skates, we lunged forwards onto the ice. The rush of a light breeze past my face helped the sip of tea wake me up. The hiss of ice being carved by metal echoed across the beautiful frozen wastes. She smiled, drifting closer to me. With a well executed spin, she planted a peck upon my lips, and dashed away. After a moment of confusion, I saw her look back and wink at me.
A blaze ignited within me, and I felt like I imagined Rainbow would when faced with competition. I turned my left hind leg so the blade of the skate was sideways. I shoved as hard as I could into the ice, adding a significant amount of momentum to my already brisk pace. I lunged forward in great strides, accelerating quicker than she was, closing the distance. Jumping with thrust from my wings, I tucked the blades away so as to not accidentally hurt her, and aimed carefully for where I was to land. I spun once around, landing mere inches in front of her, and tagged her back with my lips before veering off to the right.
I never thought I'd ever enjoy being chased, let alone want to be caught by whatever was chasing me, but Twilight changed that. I dodged her with every trick I had, save for the use of my wings, praying that she'd out maneuver me, cursing myself when she didn't. But I smiled every time she giggled, and I'd squeal every time she tried to catch me by the tail. After two minutes of being unable to catch me, she decided to cheat and use magic to help her. One moment she'd been nipping at my tail, and the next, her lips were firmly planted on my own. She opened her eyes and smirked slyly, making an expression that I'd expect from Rainbow or Applejack that said, Tag, you're it.
She teleported away, landing five meters behind me. I turned sharply, spraying a fine powder of ice away with a harsh mix of hiss and crunch. Accelerating once more, I dashed forward towards her as she lunged away. Within moments, both of us were at our top speeds, traveling across the ice neither gaining nor losing ground to the other. I grinned smugly, flapping my wings to give me the necessary power. Inch by frosty inch, I tore forwards, gaining ice on my beloved.
Just as I was within reach, she spun around to face me. Before I could react, my lips met hers before our eyes could shut. It was just a little bit awkward to kiss with our eyes open, but as we both melted into it, we settled on a half-lidded stare of the purest love that could ever exist. We stopped caring that we were sliding across the ice with virtually no friction to stop us. We stopped caring that she was moving backwards. We stopped caring about the world around us, and simply engrossed ourselves in each other's eyes and lips. Somehow, we both agreed upon the simple pleasure of the half-eyed kiss, without so much as a breath to tell the other how much we enjoyed it.
It was only when we were abruptly thrown into a tumble in the snow that the world came back to us. We spun in cartwheels, head over fetlocks, clinging to each other. I started worrying for my sanity when I realized that we were laughing merrily the entire time. As we came to a halt next to a stone wall, Fate decided to place us in a rather... evocative position. The skates having flown off into the snow to be forgotten, I landed on top of her with my right forehoof resting gently on her chest. My left forehoof had wrapped itself around her waist, and her arms had wrapped tightly around my shoulders. Her legs wrapped around my hips, making the scene appear quite suggestive to any onlooker, which I was glad there were none of.
A bird interrupted us with a sharp trill. The sound sliced through the still air, bringing the world back to full capacity. After both of us got back up we laughed and kissed again.
"It's not much further now," she mentioned. "It's just up this ridge."
Finally unable to contain myself, I spread my wings and lifted off with one powerful flap. I lifted myself over my marefriend's back and wrapped my hooves around her barrel. With another grand flap, I plucked her from the ground, extra weight and all. She squealed in surprise, but dared not struggle. I grinned like a fox as I ascended, slowly rising above the ice-glazed ridge we'd landed against. Within twenty seconds, we touched down on the snowy ledge of the ridge that would have taken twenty minutes of hiking to get to on hoof.
A small cave, just big enough for two ponies to squeeze through side-by-side, opened before us. The ground in front of the entrance bore no snow, though nothing was jutting out of the stone wall above to block it. As I stared apprehensively at it, I saw the air around the entrance bending the air like water. It must be very warm in there, I thought to myself.
"This is it," she chirped brightly, stepping forwards.
I looked at her like she was crazy. But then I let it turn into a smile, mentally arguing, If she's crazy, then I never want her to be sane.
I ambled forwards with her, keeping my steps in time with hers. The light of her magic twinkled in the corner of my eye, signaling the end of her insulation spell, just as we crossed the threshold into the cave. A few moments later, a ball of light formed at the tip of her horn, casting a beautiful magenta glow into the darkness of the warm cavern.
A warm, earthy scent made itself known about fifty meters in. The humid air carried it like saddlebags packed with dirt. I felt my feathers twitching into new positions to account for the heat and humidity. A few more meters in, we saw light from the end of the tunnel, given off by crystals. I felt her pace quicken, so I matched it.
A large open space expanded before us. A large pool, perhaps even a small lake, of steaming water sprawled out in the cavern, leaving one meter of rock between its edge and the walls. Crystals hung from the ceiling, and sprouted from the walls and floors, some even reaching into or out of the water, casting a mystic green light everywhere. The rippling reflections off the calmly undulating water only served to add to the mysteriously beautiful serenity. A light gurgle echoed through the massive expanse of the cavern. I could feel my heart slow to what I'd normally feel just before I'd fall asleep, and my breathing become more relaxed, simply by the effects of the tranquil atmosphere provided by the hot springs.
Having shed her saddlebag, Twilight was already stepping into the water. Where I thought she'd only sink down to her knees, the water reached up to brush against her belly. I watched her eyes roll back in her head, a pleased smile curling up on her face like a cat for a nap. Her long sigh of pleasured relief was the only convincing I needed to shed my own saddlebag and join her.
I stepped in gently, the hot water working its way through my leg fur as my hoof sunk to the floor beneath the water's surface. I smiled myself, stepping further into the deceptively deep water. Just three steps into the comfortably hot water, and the water was at my belly. I dared take one more step. The water lunged upwards to the base of my wings, which had involuntarily flared upwards to prevent themselves from being soaked. I forced my wings back down, leaving them just an inch above the steamy water's glossy surface. I slowly dragged the tip of my right wing across the water, shivering in delight at the sensation that shot through my nerves. Against my instincts, I forced my wings down into the water, sending tidal waves of hot pleasure through my wings as the water seeped between my feathers. Never before had I felt anything so amazing through my wings. Neither fluffy cloud, nor the wind in my wings could beat the feeling of soaking them in the hot springs.
A relaxed moan escaped my throat, summoning a giggle from the unicorn that had brought me here. I turned around to see that Twilight's mane was already soaked and clinging to her neck. Seeing as my own mane was halfway in the water already, I decided to dive under and finish the job. Imagining that I was catching a fish for a stork, I plunged my face into the water. The warmth hit me like a brick, curling the smile on my face further upwards. My mane began to expand in every possible direction as the water soaked into my mane and forced each strand apart.
I gasped for air as I came back up. The relative coolness of the air soothed my lungs which burned after holding my breath for so long. I looked over to where Twilight was only to find that she wasn't there. Something heavy tackled me into the water from behind me... Something that vaguely felt like my marefriend.
I twisted on the way down into the water again, landing on Twilight's soft belly instead of water. Both of us giggled uncontrollably as foal-like playfulness took over once again. I wriggled free from her tight embrace, flapping my wings to paddle more powerfully to the surface. As soon as I took a new breath of air, I dove down again to retaliate. Her eyes widened in mock fear and she turned to swim away as fast as she could. But my wings gave me an advantage of speed and agility in the water, and I soon caught her. I twirled her around as though we were slow-dancing, bringing her to face me. As soon as I had a clear shot, my lips connected with hers.
But there was something different about that kiss. I didn't know if it was that we were underwater, or that the water was so hot, or that we were completely alone where nopony could possibly see or hear us, but it felt different. It felt... like it was missing something. It felt incomplete, as though it were a delicious cake batter, but there was an ingredient missing.
Cursing my need to breathe, I broke the kiss and pulled her with me to the surface. As soon as we alleviated the burn in our lungs, Twilight pushed towards the water's edge. It was only when I felt the stone against my back that I really noticed or questioned what she was doing. But before I had time to voice an inquiry to ask, her lips quickly silenced me, and brought my train of thought to a screeching halt.
No matter how many times we'd kiss, the first thing I ever thought of was how she was able to keep her lips as soft as they were. The way they seemed to melt against mine always sent a shiver down my spine. But it still felt like something was missing.
Something poked at my lips timidly. At first, I was confused as to what could possibly be poking me, but after a second poke, I realized what it was: her tongue.
Why not? my inner voice whispered. Go for it.
I let go of every inhibition I had. Every restriction I had was blown wide open, and I'd never felt so... aggressive. I opened my jaw and shot into her mouth, rushing past hers. Every crevice I could find, I explored with a lust I'd never allowed myself to experience. And it was wonderful... The sweetness of my tea and the earthy bitterness of her coffee mixed just so perfectly that I couldn't help but let out a muffled moan. Oh my... was the only coherent thought that made its way through my head as I wrestled her tongue with my own. My wings flared unevenly, rolling us over so that she was beneath me. I didn't know why I liked being on top, but I enjoyed it very much. My wings soon wrapped around her, pulling her closer.
As soon as we broke apart, we gasped for air to quench the fire in our lungs. Our breaths were steamy with an intoxicating vapor of lust-inducing chemicals. My thoughts became blurry and illogical, almost drunken, focusing entirely on the lavender unicorn that I'd pinned in the gently oscillating waters. Our eyes opened lazily, only halfway. We stared into each other's eyes with intense desire for the other. We smiled at each other, understanding each other perfectly without words.
"That..." she panted, "was... indescribable!"
I simply nodded in agreement, my mind still processing all of the new sensations.
She leaned up to kiss me, but was too slow, even for my sluggish mind. With a sly grin plastered to my face, I blocked her advancing lips with my wing. I leapt back into the water, swimming away while beckoning to her. She followed, her gaze glossed over as though I were a mermaid. As she approached reaching distance, I dove beneath her. I released the air in my lungs in a steady flurry of bubbles, swimming directly beneath her as I did so. The steadily ascending spheres bombarded her underside with light tickles and caresses that summoned squeals of delight from her. I resurfaced on the other side for a breath of air, and just after I did so, she tackled me full force with another fiery kiss. Having most likely planned the assault in her mind, she took advantage of my open mouth, shoving her tongue in as her lips sealed around mine. Her tongue felt as ravenous as my own had been, quickly darting around to find and mentally map each crevice it could find. I could do nothing against the forceful, but not unwelcome invasion.
However, whatever plan she'd made did not account for the depth of the water. We sunk beneath the water sometime between when she'd initiated the attack, and when I realized that I needed another breath. I didn't want to break the kiss that felt so simply divine, but my lungs screamed to do so. I unfurled my wings again, and gave one upward paddle to break the surface. As soon as we did, we mutually broke apart to breathe. She grinned, her horn beginning to glow. I felt a tingle on my neck, and saw the magical glow form on hers as well. There was a slight tickle, like a zipper being opened, and then the magical sensation left. Still staring at her neck, I watched the flesh on her neck part on either side. I shivered a little bit.
"Now..." she began. "Where were we before our lungs so rudely interrupted us?"
Our lips made contact once again, mutually opening. Our tongues wrestled like playing kittens, rolling back and forth across the blurred border of where her mouth connected to mine. All the while, the water opened its mighty maw and swallowed us again. I felt water seep into my neck where it had, I assumed, parted like hers. It was a strange sensation to say the least. Within two minutes, my lungs protested at my refusal to use them, setting themselves alight with fiery and prickly pain. I spread my wings to resurface again. Noticing this, she wrapped her hooves around me, refolding my wings. I let a groan out, trying to tell her I needed air, but she simply smiled through the kiss.
My instincts took over, and I broke the kiss to take a breath, even though I was still six feet below water. Water flooded my lungs, bringing the sediments of fear. I felt panic overcome my mind as I thought I was going to drown. It was only when I felt her hoof take hold of mine that the fear began to subside. I watched her breathe normally, the slits on her neck flaring with each inhale.
Gills?! I thought as I exhaled.
You have to admit that that is incredibly crafty of her, my inner self replied smugly.
It is, I concurred. It's one of the many reasons I love her...
Trusting her spell, I breathed as normally as I could. Water flowed like slow, thick air past my new gills, quenching the flames in my lungs. I smiled, adding a hint of mischief before taking hold of her and pecking her lips. As if we were in a musical, I took a lung-full of water, and let loose my singing voice. I did not need lyrics or words. I did not need to dampen the incessant hammering of my love-powered heart. I didn't need words to express how I felt because words were not capable of carrying the message I wished to convey. But it was a simple melody that I'd not thought of or planned in advance. I just listened to and repeated what my heart sang. My eyes closed, allowing my mind to flood with images of us together in various settings, some innocent and heart-wrenchingly adorable, some quite steamy, bordering erotic.
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Her voice entranced me the instant the water carried it to my unworthy ears. Each note, each trembling vibrato and breathy falsetto, each held pitch pulling every ounce of attention I had. I was fairly certain I'd stopped breathing to focus on the voice of the angel that I called my marefriend. She hit another long note, her wings splaying outwards slowly as the note held out. The glow of the crystal behind her was blocked by her gently flowing mane and flared wings, dazzling my mind with a second sense that it struggled to comprehend. In the back of my mind, images of us together in various settings flooded my imagination. Some of them were innocent and sickeningly sweet, while some were almost embarrassingly erotic. From park bench in spring to my bedroom on a warm summer's night, mental illustrations of just us made themselves known, scratching and clawing every inch of the way from the back to the front of my mind.
It was only when she came in for another gentle kiss that I noticed she'd stopped singing. I let go of a breath of fresh water I didn't realize I was holding, "Beautiful..."
She blushed modestly, turning away from me without a word. I allowed myself to sink to the floor of the hot spring, and I pulled her gently down with me by way of lip contact. The softness was familiar by now, but still strange and interesting to me. The way our lips melted together just so, and moved in perfect harmony blew me away every time. It set my heart to the maximum tempo it could handle without leaping from my chest. It made my head distinctly clear, yet hazy on everything but her. As she poked my lips with her tongue, I felt an entirely new anticipation well up inside. I promptly allowed her gently aggressive tongue in, letting it overwhelm me with its thorough exploration. I felt her lay me down on the stone, and climb on top of me, and I felt dirty for thinking what I did, but I thought anyway. The way her hooves ran up and down my chest sent shivers down my spine. The way her weight made our synchronized heartbeats apparent for us made my chest burn with a mix of love and lust that I'd never experienced before in my life, and it was truly amazing enough to force a pleased moan from me.
In the shortest possible way to explain how I felt as we lay at the bottom of a hot spring, making out on top of each other, six words were all I needed.
I never want this to end...
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Darq, this chapter was amazing
I dunno about the kissing descriptions because well, never gone that far myself, but was extremely well done. (Hopefully thats what it is like 
) The description you use in every context is baffling. How is it you do that so well? You leave a picture in my mind that doesn't waver in the slightest throughout the story. It just flows and flows until the story stops. Truly a skill that not many can bring to surface this well... This story is absolutely beautiful, and I look forward to your final chapter. I know you won't disapoint. 
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I FEEL SO LOVED!
You're stroking my ego a bit too much here. In all honesty, I very much question my descriptions, which is part of why I wrote this story: to improve my description. Description is one of my least favored areas, especially in 'Ever Free', which is prolly my worst story by my own standards, yet it's the first one I ever actually completed. I've come a long way, but I have 20% farther to go. Or was it 20 times longer...
I thank you for your praise. Here. Take this moustache.
<3 DarqFox
2597490 well in the beginning when I first started reading, the descriptions were overwhelming. At first I didn't know what to think, and as I read on I noticed it was meant to be like that. Once that got through (halfway through the first chapter) I really got into it. I think the description being your weak point (still don't see it... Everyone has their preferences right?) is just you probably don't focus on it as much as other parts of the storymaking process. Cause in this story I see no problems with it.
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In relation to my most used and aforementioned band analogy, I definitely favor brass and percussion a bit, which is ironic because I'm a woodwind player. I will be taking what I learned from this story and applying it to my other stories. Perhaps I'll rewrite Ever Free.
<3 DarqFox
Thank you for so avidly following this story. :3 You know not how much I appreciate that.
2598114 you and it definately deserves it
LOVE LOVE LOVE IT. Truly wonderful I must say
Words cannot describe the joy I feel when I read this chapter, nor can they accurately describe the majestic flow of words you have put together for this chapter my friend. Every little detail, every little action felt to me like...I dunno really...like one of those beautiful moments in time when you're alone and you just see something that baffles your mind into a confused silence of bliss. (And I thought you did quite well for the making out bit. I mean, that kind of thing is a different sensation for different people, but I think you nailed it for Twilight and Fluttershy. Kudos good sir, kudos.)
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<3 You just brought the lone ray of sunshine into my otherwise horrid day. I thank you for the compliments and praise. I'm working feverishly on chapter 4 part 1 so that you guys can enjoy that soon.
<3 DarqFox
I'm off to go bleed my bad blood again. If you want to read my blood, check out my blog.
Well I'm gonna say it was pretty damn good. Best ship fic I'll ever read
Hooray Zora's Domain and...ponies...and...stuff...good chapter...listening to Bloodlines kinda ruined the mood for me
Great chapter and story. For some reason, I heard opera singing in the background of my subconscious for most of this chapter. Probably the descriptions. Anyway, you have really struck a chord with me in this story. I regret having it on my read later list for so long.
One of the best and most description heavy shipfics I have read so far. Good job!
Holy hell that was good!
The writing in this story, and this chapter especially are nothing short of amazing. It just keeps going in its own beautiful, flowing way. I love it so much! 
So steamy yet damn good.
I'am going to take a wild guess and say that Zora's domain was not only musical inspiration
Damn why are you so good at this writing thing, specially POV writing.
~Tobben