> A Secret Well Kept
>  by Slam-Manian
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> Ch.1 A Fellow Oddball
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It was a nice normal day in the small town of Ponyville. You can hear the sounds of the village’s activities easily from your study in your two-story home. However, the somewhat ambient noise isn’t enough to deter you from the laboring task at hand. Sitting before you at your work desk lay a typewriter and currently nestled in its dock a single shred of paper. The page is lined with the remaining paragraphs of your work, your fingers moving in a skilled blur as you let the Muses use your fingers to express their will.  You’ve been working for months and all your hard work and struggles are about to pay off. ‘Almost there,’ you tell yourself, your fingers still refusing to stop. “Almmoossst theeeerrrrree.”

You watch as words continue to fill the page, the clicking of the typewriter the only sound filling your ears. As you write, the page is lifting higher as you run out of space, but you’re not worried. The page moves higher and higher up the machine but the second the page reaches the end so do you. “Yes,” you cry out in victory, swiping the page from the typewriter and holding it above your head in a semblance of your triumph. “There, finally finished! I told Fine Print I would finish this before the deadline.” 

You place the page atop the impressive stack of others at the edge of your desk before turning them over, revealing the finished product of your work. “Oh, speaking of deadlines,” you mutter to yourself as you look behind you to the clock on your wall. “Okay, I’ve got plenty of time. Just need to head out and drop this off at the Post Office. Come back, get cleaned up and then I’m off to get my girl,” you tell yourself as you stand up and look over your manuscript, “well, not my girl…at least not yet.”

You quickly take your manuscript and place it an envelope, write down the shipping address as well as your return address. You stamp it, grab your bits and head out the door. Traipsing through the streets, you greet and are greeted by your neighbors and other associates.


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Despite how much time you’ve spent here in Equestria, you still find it a bit strange that everypony was so open about your presence, given you were the only living human being in the world. But then again, the Princesses were just as weirded out by the fact that you so readily accepted the fact that you were somehow magically transported into a world of multicolored anthropomorphic Equine-like creatures known as Ponies. You always told yourself you were very optimistic and open-minded, but when you arrived here it was like the universe was saying, “Oh yeah? How do you like being an oddball living in a world of otherworldly creatures?”

To which you reply, “Cool, what else you got?” 

Needless to say, like all things new and different, living in Equestria took some getting used to, especially up in Canterlot. The Princesses were quite hospitable. Especially Twilight, though that was because she was interested in you as a science experiment, which you understood, given you were something they had never seen before. You’re only real problem was the way some of the nobles treated you. The snobs running through the city couldn’t help but give you the third degree, calling you everything from “The Hairless Ape” to “The Princess’ Pity Project”. 

Most of these insults came from none other than Prince Blueblood. The pompous little whelp practically took time out of his schedule to ridicule you. However, as much as you wanted to take the prince’s head and shove it so far up his ass that you could use his horn to stab him in the heart, you knew better. You didn’t want to prove to the nobles you were the mindless brute they thought you were and you definitely didn’t want to make the princesses who took you in look bad by doing so. So naturally, you did what you usually did when faced with something that frustrated you; take that frustration and put it to paper. You can’t remember how many one-shot fictional tales you made of The Misadventures of FoolBlood. 

You kept these a secret for some time before you caught Luna going through your stuff for whatever reason; to this day, you’re still not sure why. She found them, read them and started cracking up, she truly loved your work. She then showed them to Celestia, Twilight, Cadance, Shining Armor; soon the legend of Foolblood spread and that became the dumb bastard’s new title. Even now he still doesn’t know where it possibly came from. Karma, she’s good people sometimes. 

After that, Celestia and Luna were very impressed by your writing prowess. Feeling flattered you asked them if they wanted to read the manuscript of your first real novel. You weren’t quite sure how they would like it since you wrote it when you were back on Earth. You were, in fact, on your way to see a publisher who was interested in your work when you suddenly wound up in Equestria. It was the only thing of value you had on you and figured it would never see the light of day; not wanting to spoil this chance, you showed it to the Princesses and asked for their opinion. 

That following week was certainly the strangest since you saw neither hide nor hair of the alicorn sisters, but it wasn’t just you, it was the whole castle. Apparently, they had confined themselves to their rooms, demanding not to be disturbed and their food brought to them directly. Whenever the nobles demanded the Princesses’ presence they were ignored and sent away for a later date. Feeling this had something to do with your work you decided to address the issue and see the sisters, starting with Luna. She agreed to see you, but you were nowhere near prepared for what happened next. 

When you saw the lunar princess, her face was flushed red, eyes wide and bright, her ethereal mane fluffed and bushy, swaying with utter excitement; but the one thing that went unsaid was the ambient heady scent of sex in the air. Before you could get a word in, she teleported you into Celestia’s bedchamber and to your surprise, the elder alicorn was in the same shape as her sister; as well as the obvious aroma of sex hanging in the air. 

Apparently, they didn’t just like your story…they loved it. You were definitely taken aback by their fanatic behavior. You’d never seen them like this before, but you didn’t mind; in fact, you were happy to see they enjoyed your work. They asked if you had any more stories like your manuscript. You explained to them that you didn’t and that what they read was actually the first in a series you planned on working on. 

Realizing what they had to do, the Princesses set forth to help you sell your work and get it out to the masses. They set you up with everything you needed, a typewriter and a publishing company to mass produce and distribute it. You were amazed and awestruck; you had thought your dream of becoming a famous writer was crushed, but here it was, happening before your eyes. When the first copies hit the shelves, they sold like cupcakes at Sugarcube Corner. The ponies loved your work…well, the female ponies did and according to the critics, their coltfriends and/or significant others alike were happily reaping the real benefits of your work. 

Your first royalty check nearly blew your mind. You weren’t too sure about how the currency worked here in Equestria back then, but you were sure in any universe that a check with that many zeros was definitely enough to last you a good long while. 

Your work quickly became famous, but to the Princesses’ surprise, nopony was swarming you for autographs or screaming as you walked down the streets, which was exactly how you wanted it. You told them you used a pen name so nopony knew who the actual author was. As much as you liked being famous, that was just a bonus; you loved that peop-ponies were enjoying your work more. You knew if you used your real name you’d be mobbed left and right and you didn’t like having that much attention on you. This way you can reap the benefits and work in peace without ponies hassling you. Sure, the female nobles whom you know were enjoying your story still looked down on you since they didn’t know it was your work they were reading, but seeing them read it made you secure and confident enough to smile and simply not care. 

Seeing as you were now financially secure, at least for the time being, you decided that moving to a calmer, much quieter place would be best to work on your stories and thanks to Twilight you found such a place in the nice little village of Ponyville. To your surprise, the ponies here were a lot more down to earth and nicer than the snobs up in Canterlot and the party they threw you, compliments of the party pony herself, Pinkie Pie made it all the more welcoming. 

You could already tell you were going to like it here. 


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As you head down the street, it doesn’t take long for you to spot the Post Office. You continue on your way until suddenly a dark shadow begins to loom over you. “What the…” you mutter under your breath as you look up, not spotting a single cloud in the sky. The shadow around you gets bigger and darker, much to your growing confusion; however, no sooner do you turn around do you feel something crash into you with a ‘squeak’. Whatever hits you knocks you to the ground with an audible thud. You groan as you open your eyes and darkness is the only thing that greets your visage. Your guessing the object that hit you is atop your head blocking your vision and given the warmth and amazingly soft, squishy texture of the object, you can already tell what or rather who it is. “Ow,” your suspicions are confirmed as you hear the pony atop you groan in an all too familiar female voice. “I came in too hot. Tried to land on my head, but I didn’t time it right.” she tells herself. “What did I land on?”

You raise your arm and tap her side, trying to answer her question. “Hm…oh,” the mare exclaimed your name in fright, quickly pulling herself up and removes herself from off of you. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you…again.”

You groan as you push yourself up and begin looking yourself over. You’re just a little dirty, nothing too serious. “No, problem, Derpy, I’m used to it by now,” you assured her with a smile. She smiled back and holds her hand out for you as you grab it. She helps pull you up to your feet and when you’re vertical again you quickly start dusting yourself off. “You’re not hurt, are you?” you ask her.

“No no, I’m fine,” she promises. “Though again, I am sorry. I…always seem to be crashing into you and using you as a cushion.” 

“It's fine, it’s a nice little unsuspecting surprise,” you reply with a smile. “Besides, I’d hate to see anything happen to my favorite mail mare.”

“Flatterer,” she said with a blush, looking up at you with her trademark wobbly eyes or rather eye as one looks at you and the other looks away toward the ground. She soon takes notice of your parcel and says, “Oh, got something for me today?” 

“Yup, need to get this sent out ASAP,” you tell her. 

“Come on in and we’ll get you sorted out then,” she smiled as she turned to lead you to her place of work. You follow her until you reach the Post Office and she lets you both inside. You stand behind the counter and give her time to set her things down and get situated. You really like Derpy; most ponies complained about how accident prone she is and you couldn’t deny it, she is a bit of flying disaster, especially given how often she crashes into you; although you’re not sure if you can really complain when most of those crashes ended up with that amazing bubble rump of hers landing atop you; you’ve never been much of a butt man or a MILF man for that matter, but you couldn’t deny, Derpy was hot.

With a light gray coat and a pair of gray wings flapping a bit behind her; she had a short creamy blonde mane that banged over and framed her face with a matching long creamy blond tail. Her body tight and pretty curvy, going from a slim midsection to her amply wide hips; her arms thin and sleek and her legs long and supple with just the right amount of plump thickness to her thighs; her chest was a very decent bust, big but not overly so, but her best feature was truly that round very squeezable derriere of hers.

But all the same, she is a nice pony. She works hard, did her job, despite her crash record and all while taking care of her little one, Dinky; one of the cutest little things you’ve ever seen. Most single mothers struggle, but Derpy seems to do just fine for the both of them; that’s why whenever she needed a hand with someone looking after Dinky while she worked a little overtime here and there you had no problem looking after the little unicorn. Though truth be told, you didn’t think it was really necessary since, despite her age, Dinky seemed to be able to take care of herself just fine. Still, you liked having the little munchkin around and she loved showing you what new magic she could do. 

Derpy finishes setting down her stuff down behind the desk counter as she turns to face you. “So, let me guess, another package heading out to Fine Line Inc?” she asked.

“Right as rain,” you smile back. “When do you think you can get it to them?”

“Hmm, a couple of days at the most,” she said, tapping her finger to her chin in thought, one eye looking at the ceiling and the other at the floor. “We’re not that busy as of late so maybe sooner.”

“Excellent,” you reply, digging into your pocket for her payment. “So, the usual cost, right?”

“Nah, it’s fine, I’ll spot you this time,” she said, waving off your cash.

“What, no I can’t-”

“It’s fine, really,” she assured you. “I still owe you one for watching Dinky all last week for me so I could take in some overtime.”

“C’mon, Derpy, that wasn’t much. Just helping out a friend,” you tell her. “Besides, if you’re not that busy around now, don’t you need the bits? You can pay me back some other way.”

“Hmm, okay, how’s this,” she said, holding up her finger with a smile. “You can pay for your package, but you let me take you out sometime?”

“Alright, I can work with that,” you agree as you fish out the bits from your pocket and place them on the desk along with your manuscript. “Here you go.”

“Thank you for your patronage,” Derpy said happily as she took your bits and your package. 

“Okay, now that that’s taken care of I gotta go home and get ready.”

“Oh, got plans tonight?” she asked inquisitively while she filed your package away. 

“Yup, I gotta date tonight,” you said happily. 

“Oh right, you said you were seeing…somepony,” Derpy said in a somewhat saddened tone.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you ask, quickly picking up on her lessened cheery attitude. 

“Hm, oh nothing, don’t worry about it,” she said with a strained smile and waving her hands back and forth, trying to reaffirm herself. “So, how are things between you two?”

“Fine, so far,” you answered, rubbing the back of your head in thought. “We’ve been going out for a while, though…” you trail on, as a few unnerving thoughts go through your mind.

“What?” Derpy asked a look of confusion and intrigue on her face.

“Nothing, forget I said anything,” you chuckle a bit nervously as you start to move toward the exit. “Sorry, Derp, but I gotta go. I’ll check with you later, kay?”

“Okay, bye, have a good time,” Derpy said with a smile, waving goodbye as you left, though, just before you leave, you could have sworn you saw the smile on her face turn into a depressed frown. You’re not sure if what you saw was real and you want to go back and check to see if she’s alright, but you quickly wave it off, thinking your mind was playing tricks on you; wouldn’t be the first time. You then remember you’re on a timetable and need to get moving before heading back home to get yourself cleaned up. When you make it home you quickly set up your attire on your bed. While you’re going out, it isn’t to anywhere too fancy, so you don’t want to overdress; a nice shirt and dress jacket and pants are perfect. After that is sorted you head into the bathroom, take a shower and a quick shave. After putting on some aftershave and drying off, you get dressed up, grab your wallet, keys and head out. 

Your walk through town isn’t as casual as before. You get a few cat calls from some of the friskier mares in town, namely Lyra, Bonbon and Berry Punch. You give them a polite smile and wave and continue on toward your destination. It takes a bit of time, given it’s close to the northern outskirts of Ponyville, but you finally reach a small clearing where a pink earth pony mare with a yellow mane in an aviator's jacket, helmet and goggles is sitting in a lawn chair, reading the newspaper. Behind her sits a large pink air balloon with a yellow basket, tied to the ground with a number of stakes. “Hey, Windy,” you call out to greet her. 

The mare’s head jumps up in response before a smile crosses her face. “There’s my favorite human,” she beams at you as she stands up, her eyes, trailing up and down your frame. “Ooh, look at you all dressed up,” she said in a teasing tone as you reach her. 

“I know, I look good, right?” you ask, puffing out your chest a bit. 

“Yeah, you’re looking good…for a human, I guess,” she says with light sarcasm. 

“I’ll take it,” you tell her, happily adding a point to your charisma meter. “So, ready to go?” 

“Yup, just waiting on you,” she answered as she starts folding in her chair. “Get in and we can take off.” 

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” you said as you did as you were instructed and hopped inside the oversized basket. Windy quickly unhitched most of the balloon’s anchors, leaving only one inside before she tossed her chair in and jumped inside herself; she pulled the final stake loose and quickly pulled it into the basket as the balloon began to take off. Windy was another good friend, as well as a fellow oddball, given that she’s an earth pony who took up a profession ferrying ponies around in a hot air balloon, but that was fine with you. You loved oddballs, unique individuals that stood out from the normal and everyday mundane. You respected them for what made them different and their ability to make it their own and ironically enough, giving your current circumstances as the only human in Equestria, you could proudly count yourself as one too. 

You like to think that’s what caught the attention of the mare you’re currently courting; you knew that she was an oddball if only for the simple reason that she was the first mare to show any real interest or attraction to you since you came here. You remember meeting her at a party the Princesses were throwing at the castle. 


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A Few Months Ago



Naturally the only interesting ponies there were the Princesses, Cadance and Twilight included, the elements of harmony, as many called them, and of course, the master of mayhem himself, Discord made a crazy enthusiastic entrance to your great pleasure. 

After having some fun with Pinkie Pie and Discord trying to liven things up, you caught sight of a pegasus mare off by herself heading outside to one of the balconies and sadly enough you saw Blueblood, following toot sweet after her. You quickly got an idea and told your good buddy Discord about it. Always up for a good laugh, he was more than happy to help. You then made a beeline to the balcony, making it just in time as Blueblood sauntered over to the mare. “Come now, dear,” Blueblood said, speaking in his usual stuck up haughty tone as he tried cozying up to the mare who was leaning over the edge of the balcony, doing her best to ignore the pompous ass. “No need to be so reserved. What would it take for you to go out with me?”

“Hm, don’t know, how bout you taking a flying leap from here?” she replied with heavy sarcasm, her voice sounding feminine, but a bit rough around the edges. 

It took every ounce of willpower you had not to laugh; you didn’t know her back then, but that response instantly said this was your kind of girl. “No need to be so rude, Miss Captain, I’m just trying to be hospitable,” Blueblood said as he wrapped his arm around the mare’s waist.

The mare growled at him as he tried to pull her closer, while she tried to push him back. It was then that you made your move. “Yo, Blueblood, just the guy I was looking for,” you called out walking into the open with a bright smile on your face. 

Both Blueblood and the mare stared at you, the former in annoyance, the latter in surprise and confusion. “You,” Blueblood spat in disgust as he released the mare to glare daggers at you. “What do you want, Ape?” 

“Blueblood, I’m hurt,” you reply in feigned depression as you reached him and wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him away from the mare. “I thought we were good chums.” 

“Release me, you detestable brute,” Blueblood demanded as he tried to get free. Good thing he was a weak little momma’s colt; your grip wasn’t that tight on him. 

“Relax, I just came to tell you something. One of the maids asked me to,” the second your sentence ended, so did his struggling.

“Oh, and what did this maid say? Was she cute?” he asked, his eyes gleaming as his imagination took him.

“The cutest,” you answered in an assuring tone, looking back at the mare and giving her a wink, telling her you’ve got this under control. She smirked at you and crossed her arms, watching you work the dumb bastard in your grasp. “She told me how handsome you were and how she’d love to get to know you. She asked me to tell you to meet her somewhere…private.” 

“Where!? Where!?” he quickly coughed to clear his throat and try to regain his composure. “And where is this fair maiden?” he asked in a more controlled tone. 

“She said to meet her down in the garden,” you told him as you let him go. “She should be there by now.” 

“Then there’s no time to waste, I’m off,” he said as he ran back inside and disappeared. 

“Good luck, you’re gonna need it and probably…hopefully some therapy afterward,” you muttered to yourself. You then turned around to meet the mare’s gaze, “You okay?” 

“Yeah, I am, thanks,” she said, a smirk still plastered on her face. “I gotta say that was nicely done. I could’ve handled him myself but I didn’t feel like going to prison for punching a noble’s lights out.”

“No problem, saving a damsel in distress, it’s what I do,” you said nonchalantly as I walked over to her. 

“Really, cuz I can tell from here, you don’t look like much of a fighter,” she said chuckled a bit.

“Looks can be deceiving,” you tell her, looking over the edge of the balcony.

“Don’t I know it,” she muttered just loud enough for you to hear. You weren’t sure what she meant, but before you could inquire she asked, “So you’re the ‘human’ creature that’s been livin’ it up here in the castle I presume?”

“Yup, the one and only,” you said proudly. “So, you heard of me?”

“Not much. Just whatever rumors run through the Royal Guards and a few nobles. The most common one is that you’re Princess Celestia’s new pet.”

“Yeah, I get that one a lot. Kind of annoying, but that’s Canterlot high society for yah.”

“Tell me about it,” she huffed in agreement, blowing a lock of her mane from her eyes. “But all the same, you seem pretty cool to me.”

“Thanks,” you smiled at her. “You too. Anypony that’s got the brass to tell Blueblood off like that is okay in my book.” 

She smiled back at you, Luna’s full moon illuminating her fiery gaze. Time seemed to slip by as you got lost in her eyes. She instantly caught me staring and asked, “What? Why are you staring at me?”

“Sorry, my bad,” I chuckled nervously as I scratched the back of my head. “I know this is gonna sound cheesy, but I think you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.”

In that instant, she started laughing, causing you to do so too. You half expected that to happen, so you weren’t hurt or really surprised. “You’re right that was pretty cheesy,” she agreed, calming down from her laughing fit. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard that line?”

“Just enough for it to still be funny I’m guessing.” you answered with a shrug.

“True, but you know what? Out of all the times I’ve heard it, that was the first time it sounded genuine,” she said with a slight blush. “So, thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”

“You’re welcome,” you tell her. You also half expected that, well the last part at least, so that somewhat surprises you. Even though she caught you staring, to this day you still believe that to be her most attractive feature, those blazing red eyes that could burn like a raging inferno or as calm as a relaxing fireplace. 

In that instance, your eyes saw a white blond blur moving down below toward the garden. “Hey, you wanna see something really funny?”

"Sure, you’ve gotten a few good ones out of me. What else you got?” she inquired with deep interest.

You hold up a finger, telling her to wait as you dig through the lining of your tux and pull out a pair of binoculars, compliments of Discord who didn’t want you to miss the festivities. You look through the lenses to see Blueblood heading into the section of the garden where Princess Celestia kept her exotic wildlife. The pompous stallion slowed down his running to search for his secret admirer, which didn’t take long as he spotted a feminine figure not too far away. You pass the mare the binoculars and point her in the right direction as you said, “Check it out.”

She takes the binoculars from you and looks toward the direction you pointed to and quickly finds her target. “No way, he actually went down there,” she asked with a chuckle before her amused expression turned to one of confusion. “Wait…wait a minute, why is he walking up to that-”

“Shh,” you tell her, a smile of absolute mischief plastered on your face as you watch Blueblood draw closer to his ‘admirer’. “Wait for it…wait for it…”

It doesn’t take much longer before Blueblood reaches his mark and in one swift motion, twirls her around and dips her back so he could plant a kiss on her lips. You could hear the mare beside you audibly gasp as you’re left chuckling to yourself like a mad man. Blueblood finally breaks the kiss and pulls away to look at his catch only for him to scream a second later when he realizes that the female that he kissed wasn’t a mare or even a pony, but a massive brown bear wearing a loose-fitting maid outfit. He tries to run, but the bear instantly grabs him and pulls him into a bear hug before it starts licking and nuzzling him affectionately, causing him to release the most girlish scream you’ve ever heard in your entire life. He continues to scream with every lick while you and the mare by your side burst into a pure fit of laughter, the only thing holding you up is the balcony banister you were both leaning on. “How…how did you…do t-t-that?” she tries to ask through her laughter. 

“One word,” you reply, “Discord.” 

As if on cue, the god of chaos himself appears over you sitting in a floating theater chair in a penguin tuxedo, white gloves, stove pipe hat and a pair of old time binoculars clapping as he cried, “Encore! Encore!” 

Discord’s sudden appearance seemed to spook your new friend as she stopped laughing and backed away the instance she saw him. “Nice job, D. That was beautiful. Simply beautiful,” you applauded him. 

“Me? Oh no no no no. I cannot possibly take credit for this, my friend. This work of genius is all yours,” he said, tipping his hat to you. 

“Oh, why thank you,” you said, bowing down graciously. 

Discord turned to your companion, once again tipping his hat as he addressed her, “Captain.”

She gives no response and with that Discord does his thing and snaps his fingers before disappearing from sight. “I’m guessing you’re not a fan of his?” you asked casually, the look of disdain on her face is clearly enough of an answer.

“And you are?” she replies with a raised brow.

“He’s not all bad,” you reply with a shrug. “He’s different. I like different. Different makes things more…interesting.”

She looks at you as if she’s deeply contemplating your answer. She then looks away at you staring out at the equestrian capital. “I…I guess I can understand that reasoning.” 

You smile at her and hold your hand out, “I never got a chance to introduce myself. The name’s…,”

She looks back at you and smiles before she straightens herself out and shakes it, “Nice to meet yah. I’m...”


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“We’re here,” Windy’s voice pulls you from your memory. You turn around and just as she said, you have arrived at your destination, Cloudsdale. Windy starts to lessen the air pressure in the balloon, allowing it to finally touch down on the cloud surface. “So, pick you up at the usual time. Nine thirty?” she asked. 

“Hmm, that might not be necessary,” you answer, your voice filled with uncertainty. 

“Tell you what, because you’re a good friend, I’ll give you an extra half hour. If you’re not here by ten, I’ll assume you’ll be spending the night with your lady friend. If so, then I’ll pick you up in the morning around eleven. Sound fair?”

“Sounds fair,” you say as you pull her payment from your pocket and hand it to her, “well, see later then.” 

You hop out of the balloon and onto the clouds. You bounce a bit before your footing settles “Thank you, Twilight for that Cloud Walking spell.”

“Seeya later,” Windy as she takes off, heading back down to Ponyville. Now that you’re finally here, you waste no time making your way into the city. It still amazes you how pegasi can literally manipulate and produce weather phenomena the way they do. It is quite impressive; even despite the fact that pegasi fly everywhere and yet they still had stores, restaurants, and houses along the ground or rather clouds. 

This fact makes your walk through the city more relaxing since it’s fairly deserted; the only pegasi on the ground with you were shopping or ponying a vending stand or two; everypony else seems to be flying around above you, going about their business; this left you alone to your thoughts about tonight’s events. Even though you seem relaxed on the outside, you were naturally a bit on edge on the inside. You’ve been on plenty of dates with the object of your affection, but there were times that it seemed like she was being seriously defensive. 

You remember once you went to go see a movie and she placed a hand on your knee. Seeing this signal, you decided to reciprocate the gesture. However, for some reason when you did, she instantly took your hand away and moved it atop hers and kept it resting on your leg. You then changed your tactics and settled for wrapping your arm around her, which she easily nestled into. Later on, during the movie, she had snuggled up to you and swung her leg over yours, trying to get even closer to you. But not even seconds later, she quickly removed her leg and seemed to tense up. There were plenty of other weirder scenarios such as these, but still, it never seemed like she rejected your touch, just only certain places or positions. The biggest one being that despite all this time, you two still haven’t slept together. 

Normally this would be fine, you weren’t pressuring her, yet it seems like she is avoiding the act almost altogether; now you’re pretty optimistic, but you’re not stupid. She’s hiding something and whatever it is, you were hoping to get her to open up to you and tell you what it was. Most people would give up, but you were more than curious. You were determined and that was tonight’s goal, the truth. 

Even though you were lost in thought, that didn’t stop your body’s motion as it seemed to be moving on autopilot. By the time your internal tirade ends, you find yourself at your mare’s apartment building. It’s nothing too fancy, at least not that you can tell from the outside. It’s made of clouds like everything else in the floating city, which makes it hard to distinguish by architecture but you’ve been here enough to recognize it. 

You make your way inside and manage to just catch the elevator. You press the button leading up to her floor, patiently waiting until you reach her floor. The elevator soon stops and gives an audible ‘ding’ before the doors swing open. You enter the hallway and head toward her apartment door. When you finally reach it, you give the fluffy door a good knock; you’re still surprised your fist doesn’t simply go through the door, but you pay it no mind. 

You hear no response, so you give another couple knocks and wait once again. “W-Who is it?” you finally hear from the sole occupant. 

“It’s me, I came to pick you up,” you tell her. 

You then hear a series of thuds and grunts before you hear the door’s lock ‘click’. “Door’s unlocked. You can come in now.” 

You open the door just in time to see a yellow and orange streak disappear. You enter the room and close the door before setting your eyes on her loft apartment. The living area is wide and spacious, a coffee table sitting in the middle, surrounded by a couch on its left with a matching twin on the right against a wall and a reclining armchair opposite of you with three large windows behind it that gave off a wonderful view of the sun and city. On the left side of the room sat an open kitchen and small table off in the corner with a window side view. Trailing up the right wall above the couch, you saw a staircase that leads up to the second floor which you’ve never been up to and to your right was a hallway that led to a pair of guest bedrooms and a bathroom.

As you head over to sit on the couch you hear your companion call out, “Do you know what time it is? Why are you so early?”

Her voice sounds a bit flustered but not angry or upset so you answer casually while you sit down, “I finished up my work early so I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Well…congratulations, I’m definitely surprised,” she says with a light layer of sarcasm. 

“What’s wrong, I didn’t catch you at a bad time, did I?” you ask. 

“Well…kinda, I was…in the middle of… of something.” she tells you, her voice still sounding flustered. 

“Sorry, my bad,” you quickly apologize as you stand up, your worry and curiosity getting the better of you. “Are you okay up there?”

“I’m fine,” she replies quickly. “I’m fine, just…trying to get ready. Let me take a quick shower, get dressed and I’ll be ready to go.”

“Take your time, we’ve got plenty of it,” you tell her in a calm tone. You soon hear the shower going and resign yourself to wait, but before you go back to sit, you see something sitting on the coffee table; something you couldn’t believe you missed. Atop her table sat a copy of your book with a bookmark wedged in it, about halfway through. You can’t help but chuckle to yourself as you think, “Didn’t take her for the romantic type.”

You pick up the book before falling back and crashing back on her couch, completely relaxed. You open up the book to where the bookmark sat and looked it over. It’s not the first time you’ve re-read your own work; you do it every now and again, just for the hell of it. Apparently, she had gotten to a pretty juicy spot and given how flustered she sounded, your timing couldn’t have been worse. “Oooh, my bad”, you tell yourself. 

As you run through the book, a strange odor suddenly assaults your sense of smell. It isn’t bad per say, but it is quite…strong. You sit up and place the book down, looking around for what the source could possibly be. You take a few experimental sniffs of the air and the smell seems to get strong as you turn to your right. You look around at your right side, seeing nothing but the three windows and the corner of the room, yet the smell remains ever potent. You stand up and look around the couch and that’s where you find it; a small trashcan wedged under the arm of the couch. An obvious attempt to conceal it, but the reason for its concealment is hanging around the edge of the top. 

You feel your face contort into suspicion and confusion as you pick up the can from the opposite end and find what appears to be a used condom. Your confusion only grows as not only does the condom appeared to have been used it appears to have been used multiple times as the balloon at the end is almost was big as a grapefruit. “What the hel-” your thought is soon cut off as a breeze suddenly hits you. 

You look over to the three windows sitting a few feet away to find that the window and the far right is cracked open. With your curiosity and suspicions more than roused you stealthily walk over to the window. When you reach it, you place your fingers against it, your pulse racing as you fear what you might find. After taking a calming breath, you quickly push the window open and peer outside. You see nothing but the city below you. You look around, up, down, side to side and still nothing. 

You pull yourself back inside, shutting the window quietly and then turn your attention back to the strange evidence in your hand. “Okay, I know what this is and I know what it looks like. But…but…but it can’t be…,” you tell yourself as you feel your emotions and thoughts starting to swirl out of control. “No, there’s no way. She’d never do that to me. She’d never cheat on me…would she?” 

Your torrent of thoughts began piecing things together. Her odd behavior when you tried to touch her, not wanting you to stay over or even go up to her room. The evidence starts to pile up and your mind tells you it’s an open and shut case. But even still, your heart doesn’t seem to want to listen. Your ears quickly pick up the sound of the shower turning off and you instantly go to put the evidence back where you found it before going back to sit on the couch. 

You have some time to try and calm yourself and you needed to think. You knew you could easily confront her about this here and now, but where would that get you? You had one single piece of evidence and despite how hard the evidence was you knew it wasn’t enough; not for you to fully accept or for her without hearing her side of the story. You wanted more…needed more proof before bringing this issue to light. 

“Okay, I’m ready,” you hear her call out in her normal calmer, more confident tone. Even on clouds, you can hear the clopping of her hooves as she comes down the stairs. You instantly get up as she reaches the bottom of the stairs and turns to face you. Even in your still somewhat tense state, the remaining tension and anxiety seems to almost melt away at the sight of her. Standing before you is a light golden yellow mare, her shortcut mane and long tail a contrast of light orange and light amber making it almost appear as if she were on fire. 

Her figure is sleek but curvy which showed in her small hips and toned midsection; her legs are long and elegant with her thighs nice and firm; her arms short and tone with some of the muscle visible, but not overly so; her breasts were a substantial size, not too ample, but not too small, perfect for her overall figure and job occupation; finally, her most discernible features, her golden yellow wings tucked tightly against her slender back and her eyes, those fiery orange eyes. 

Here before you stood the Aerial Ace, the Captain of the Wonderbolts herself, Spitfire. She wore some of her most casual attire, a pair of tight blue jeans that hugged her beautiful legs perfectly; a low-cut red t-shirt and her (apparently) lucky black leather aviator’s jacket. “Jeez, look at you,” she says as she saunters on over, her eyes scanning you up and down, “all dressed up and whatnot. I’m startin’ to feel underdressed.” she comments as she reaches you, pulling at your clothing as she inspects you, much to your sudden embarrassment. 

“It’s not that fancy,” you chide back, looking yourself over. “Just thought I’d wear something nice is all.”

“If I’d known we had a dress code goin’ I would’ve put on somethin’ nicer. You know I like to look go for you.” she smiles up at you flirtatiously. 

“You always look good to me,” you tell her, which was the honest truth. 

This seemed to get a strong reaction out of her as her face flushes red. She quickly turns her face from you to hide her embarrassment. “Dammit, why’d you have to go and say something like that?” she snaps, but her voice holds no semblance of anger.

“Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” you shrug. 

It’s funny, really, she’s supposed to be this great aerial captain. She’s done countless shows and stunts in front of crowds by the hundreds of thousands, even the Princesses with such bravado and confidence, but a few words from you and she turns into this cute flustered mare and you can’t get enough of it. With her head turned to the side, you see her eyes widened as she snaps, “Aw crap.”

She quickly moves past you to the couch and grabs the book where you left it. She clutches it to her chest, her ears pulled back for a moment before she turns her head, a deep blush still plastered on her face. “You…you saw this…didn’t you?”

“Yup,” you say casually, chuckling to yourself, “didn’t know you liked those kinds of books.” 

“Well I just…urgh,” she groans as she turns to face you. “Look, this isn’t mine, really. It’s Fleetfoot’s. She’s been going on about this series for the longest time. I had been meaning to start it but never got around to it so she let me borrow the first one to see how it was,” she explains, almost angrily as she tries to defend herself, crossing her arms and pouting. 

“Oh, she’s a big fan I’m guessing,” you ask, trying to alleviate some of her embarrassment. 

She blows a puff of air in clear exaggeration of your statement. “You have no idea. You so much as mention the author’s name and she practically creams herself on the spot.” 

"Hmm, there’s goes another bump to my ego," you tell yourself. “And what about you? You’re about halfway through, what do you think?” 

Your question once again got a blush from her. “It’s…It’s pretty good. Better than I thought it would be, actually. I’ll probably pick up the next volume. You know, for kicks,” she answered, trying to come off cool and casual, but her blush betrayed her. 

“Have you ever…read this?”

“Yeah, but I can’t call myself a fan. I’m not all that big on smut fics.” you lie with a shrug.

“It’s not smut,” she snaps defensively. “It’s touching and heartwarming. The love scenes are so romantic and…” Spitfire stops her fanatic tirade as she sees you smiling almost devilishly at her reaction. 

“You’re an ass sometimes, you know that, right?”

“I’ve heard that in passing, yes,” you admit. “And you’re clearly a lot more invested than you let on.”

“Okay, so it is good. Really good,” she confesses as well before glaring at you. “You better not tell a soul about this. If I have to hear smack from Soarin, I’ll be smacking you and him around, got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you say with a proper salute. 

“Good,” she said as she tossed the book back on her coffee table. She then came over to your side and wrapped her arms around yours and pulled you toward the door. “Then c’mon, you’re taking me to the Busted Wing. As punishment for your genuine asshole-ery, you’re buying me a drink.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you repeat with a small smile as you let her pull you through the door. Despite the fact that you’re in a relatively good mood, you still haven’t forgotten about what you saw. Before this date was about getting her to open up and share whatever secret she was hiding; now your mission was to make her tell you whatever secret she was hiding.
> Ch.2 Breaking Point
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Your walk through the city is a bit uneventful, but still relaxing. Despite being a pegasus, Spitfire has no problem and is completely content walking side by side with you especially given the streets are still relatively empty. You look down at her to see she is smiling happily; her eyes closed as she nuzzles your arm a bit while she clings to you. She looks so cute and peaceful, but the image of what you found is still ever present in your mind. So many questions fill your mind, and you want to ask, but you don’t even know where to start?

So instead of fighting with yourself internally, you decide to ask whatever was on your mind. “Hey, Spitfire,” you call to her, nudging her slightly with the arm she was holding.

“Hm?” she responds, but doesn’t look at you. She only continues onward still smiling and holding your arm.

“Do you…like me?” 

Your question seems to catch her a bit off guard; she looks up at you with concern and a bit of confusion. “Of course, I like you. Why would you ask that?”

“It’s just…” you trail on, trying to think of what to say next. Nothing seems to come to mind at first, and you can feel the mare’s eyes on you. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

“Not really, not unless I had a good reason to.” 

“Such as?”

“You know,” she said, looking up in thoughts, “something like a surprise on your birthday. Or tickets to a band you’ve been dying to see. You know, stuff like that.” she answers with a shrug before looking back at you.

“So…you wouldn’t keep secrets from me?” you ask, looking her in the eye.

The golden mare looked away; her ears pulled back as an almost disgraced look spread across her face, “Everypony has secrets.” 

That answer left you both quiet; you weren’t sure how to respond, but she did. “What’s wrong? Why are you asking?”

Feeling you’ve done enough prodding for the moment you decided to try and balance the mood out. Chuckling to yourself and putting your best smile on as you said, “Nothing really. Sorry for sounding so moody before. It’s just, I was curious about some things, and you’re right. Everyone’s got secrets so I probably shouldn’t pry like that.”

“No, it’s okay. Just don’t scare me like that. I almost thought something was wrong,” she said before settling back into her arm. 

You two continue onward for a while longer, the silence of your walk returning, but instead of the silence being peaceful, it’s filled with tension; tension neither of you wants to acknowledge. 


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Before long you two finally reach your destination, the Busted Wing, a local pub and favorite among the Wonderbolts. Spitfire has regaled you with many a tale of her prior visits with her comrades, but regarding her opinion, this was her favorite pub to visit in all of Cloudsdale. The instance you enter, your ears become assaulted by loud music and a few drunken pegasi patrons singing along. The room is practically filled to the brim, many a pony drinking, eating and chatting away; the ambient energy in the air already enough to lighten to mood between you two; Spitfire smiles as she instantly spots a booth in the corner and she pulls you in with her. 

It’s kind of hard wading through the sea of ponies, but you make it, sighing in relief as you both take your seats, sitting across from each other. “Whew, we made it,” Spitfire sighs heavily. 

“Barely, didn’t lose any limbs out there did we,” you ask sarcastically. 

Just to humor you she pats herself down, looking herself over to see if she’s in one piece. “Nope, all here,” she answers.  

You both get a bit of a laugh from it. ‘Okay, the mood is starting to pick up again. I managed to get some info, but not enough.’

As if fate were conspiring to assist you, a purple pegasus mare appears holding a notepad and quill. “Hi, Spitfire, welcome back,” the filly greets her.

“Hey, Nimbus.”

“Glad to see you brought your coltfriend back. After last time I thought you’d scared him off,” Nimbus giggles at the memory, causing Spitfire’s face to lightly blush. 

“Okay, so I had a little too much to drink, shit happens,” she snaps, but Nimbus only starts laughing. 

Spitfire groans as she practically face-palms herself and shakes her head. “Yeah, it’s cool. Can’t get rid of me that easily,” you tell the young mare.

“Oooh, yah hear that, Spits,” Nimbus said as she leaned in close, nudging the wonderbolt with her elbow. “This one’s a keeper. Better keep an eye on him or somepony might swoop in and grab him.”

Spitfire grabs the mare by the collar of her shirt and pulls her close so she’s face-to-face with her, her eyes almost blazing red. “Try anything funny, little filly, and you’ll see what kind of damage a mare like me can do sober.” 

Realizing she took it a step too far, Nimbus nervously chuckles as Spitfire releases her, allowing her to back off and get back to work, “R-Right, my bad. So, what can I get you two?”

“You’re treating, you order,” Spitfire says as she looks at you, folding her legs and draping her left arm over the backboard behind her.

“Right, two hard ciders to start,” you tell the waitress. 

“Spitfire’s usual,” she jotted it down before looking towards you. “And what’ll you be having?”

Spitfire glared at her then back at you. “What was that?” 

“Kidding, just kidding,” Nimbus giggles before flittering off. 

“What, nervous I might dump you for that little filly,” you inquire, a cheeky smile on your face. 

“Please, a stallion like you would break a weak little thing like her in half,” she said, leaning forward, staring you in the eye as she spoke. “A stallion like you wants a mare, and you know it.” 

“I don’t know,” you said, looking over a Nimbus from across the room. “You know what they say about forbidden fruit.”

A stinging pain fills your cheek as you look to see Spitfire pinching and tugging on it with a bemused look on her face. “Kidging, ah shwear,” you tell her before she lets go. 

“You’d better be,” she smirks at you as you rub your cheek. Before you know it, Nimbus returns with your drinks in a couple of mugs. She places them down in front of you, “Here you go, enjoy. If you need anything else, just holler.” 

You both nod and Nimbus flies off again, leaving you two alone. You pick up your glass and hold it up, “Cheers.”

“Cheers to what? We’re not celebrating anything,” Spitfire pointed out with a chuckle and raised a brow as she grabs her mug.

“Do you need a reason to cheer,” you ask with a shrug.

“Generally, yeah,”

“Then…to me being a weirdo,” you declare. 

“To my weirdo,” she agrees, knocking her mug against yours before you two started to chug down your drinks and the evening begins to roll on.


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Hours later



Time seems to fly by the two of you like a blur; both of you are thoroughly, especially Spitfire. As a human, their “Hard” cider isn’t all that hard to you, but it is to Spitfire. Though she’s only had five, she’s a bit buzzed. Naturally, you cut her off there, but that didn’t stop you from having fun. To your surprise, you had such a good time that you had almost forgotten about the whole reason for this little date. Her secret. You want to know. Still want to know, but spending time with her like this makes it seem…unimportant. Spitfire is the best thing ever to happen to you; she’s smart, confident, fun and sexy as hell, definitely hot as well too. So, what if she had a secret? It couldn’t be what you think it is. She made you happy, and you did your best to see she was too. That’s all that matters. 

“Ah, I haven’t had this much fun in a long time,” Spitfire heavily sighs as she laid her arms on the table and then laid her head down on her arms.

“You feelin’ alright there.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m no lightweight,” she said, her voice sounding not slurred, but pretty close. “But a glass of water wouldn’t hurt.”

“Right,” you agree before looking for Nimbus. When you spot her, you wave her over, and she wastes no time beckoning to your call. “Could you get her some water?”

“No problem,” she smiled before she flew off. 

You then slid out of your seat to stand up, but Spitfire lifts her head and catches you, “Where yah goin’?”

“Bathroom and I kinda need to stretch my legs,” you tell her while you stand up. 

“Right, I’ll be here,” she says, waving you off, her head not leaving her makeshift pillow. 

You dive into the crowd of your fellow patrons, wading through until you manage to make it to the other side in front of the bathroom door. You spend a few minutes relieving yourself; you had no idea you were holding it in for this long. When you finish up and wash your hands, you head back out into the populace. Once you’re out in the open, your eyes instantly catch sight of Spitfire, just the way you left her. Unfortunately, your eyes quickly catch sight of something else; a jet-black stallion with a red mohawk mane is sitting directly beside her. You want to move, but your body doesn’t seem to be responding at the moment, so your only option is to watch and so you do.

You stand and observe as the stallion wraps his arm around the yellow mare, though she doesn’t seem to be resisting all that much. He leans in close and you see her flinch and giggle before she playfully pushes him away, but all that seems to do is invite him to get even closer. You almost feel your eyes shrink to pins, giving you the most intense tunnel vision as your hands ball into fists, your grip becoming painfully tight. Spitfire turns her head to look at him, but the second she did, he leaned in planted his lips on hers. 

That was it. You feel your nails dig into your skin as blood begins to seep through your fingers, but that doesn’t matter. Before you knew it, you’re already storming your way through the crowd, and after reaching the table you call out, “Spitfire!”

She hears you and opens her eyes to look up at you. Her face quickly contorts in confusion as she looks down at the stallion whose lips are locked to hers and then her eyes widened in shock as she quickly pushes her assailant away, shouting, “What the Tartarus! Who are you?” 

“I don’t know; I was hoping you would tell me,” you snap, paying the confused stallion no mind.

“What?  But I don’t-”

“Hey, dude, this’ my pussy,” the stallion said, stalking over to you, “Get your own.”

The second he finishes his sentence, you grab him by his throat, pressing your thumb firmly against his trachea. His eyes widen in surprise and fear as he begins to gasp for air. He grabs your hand, trying to get you to let go, but you don’t let up; you pull him face to face with you and tell him, “Piss. Off.”

You push him back, releasing his throat, watching him fall back to the floor coughing and gasping, holding his throat as he tries to breathe. You turn back to Spitfire who is just as surprised and scared as the stallion as she stares at you. You open your mouth to continue where you left off, but the pain in your chest is too much. “You know what, forget it,” you snap causing her to flinch back at your outburst. “I’m outta here.”

With that said you storm out of the bar and into the dark streets of Cloudsdale, alone. You don’t get more than maybe ten feet from the bar before Spitfire swoops down in front of you, blocking your path, a look of pain and fear all too present in her eyes. “Wait! Please wait, I can explain,” she pleads. 

“Seriously, you can tell me why you were sucking face with that guy?”

“Yes, I can,” she tries to assure you, her voice laced in desperation with tears welling in the corner of her eyes. “I’m so sorry. Please, you gotta believe me. I thought that guy was you! I was resting my head waiting for my water. My eyes were closed, and then suddenly somepony slides in beside me.” 

You keep your eyes on her and what she’s saying makes sense. She was a bit out of it when you left her. You want to believe her, but even you couldn’t have predicted the next words that pass your lips. “And you expect me to believe that. Especially after what I found in your living room?”

Spitfire’s eyes nearly shrink to pins at your question. You’ve caught her. She knows you have and you already know what she’s going to say next. “W-W-What do y-y-you mean?” she stammers, her voice trembling in fear.

“The condom. I found the condom in the trashcan you tried to hide,” you clarify. 

The complete look of shock and fear as she gasps is all the confirmation you need. She quickly covers her mouth, her legs trembling until they cave in and she drops to the floor sitting up on her knees, her ears pulled back, and her wings unfurl and drop to the ground as she starts to sob. “Admit it, Spitfire. You’re with somepony else. You barely let me touch you. You won’t even let me spend the night. Just admit it.”

“You’re wrong,” she yells at you as she meets your stern gaze, tears slowly falling down her cheeks. “I-It’s…It’s not that. I would never do that to you!” 

“Then what else is it?” you ask, demanding an answer.

“I…,” she hesitates before looking down at the ground. She shuts her eyes tightly as tears steadily state to cascade down her cheeks. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“If I tell you you’ll leave me for sure,” she says as she wraps her arms around herself. “And I don’t want you to go. Please.”

You stare down at her, trying to access the situation; if she’s not cheating, then what else could it be? Where could a used condom possibly come from if not another guy? You wanted the answer, no matter what, but right now the answer seemed to be tearing Spitfire up inside. Despite how mad you are, that’s the last thing you want. You take a deep breath and exhale, and a reasonable option comes to mind. You kneel down in front of her and reach out to touch her tear stained cheek. She opens her eyes as you gently turn her head to meet your gaze. 

“Listen, Spitfire, I don’t want to leave you either, but I’m done tiptoeing around this subject. There’s something you’re not telling me. Something important that I need to know, especially if you’re serious about us. So here are your options. You either tell me what is going on. Or we end it now, and I go home. What’s it gonna be?”

Spitfire’s eyes search yours, and she immediately knows that you’re serious. A look of horror becomes grows on her face before she looks away. You accept that as your answer. “Then I guess that’s it,” you solemnly say as you pull your hand away from her cheek and stand up. 

You take a few steps passed her until you feel her hand grasp yours as she cries, “Wait.”

You turn around and see her looking up at you, the look of terror still present, but slightly lessened. “I’ll…I’ll tell you the truth, but not here,” she says while she pulls herself to her hooves. “Come home with me, and I’ll tell you.” 

You look into her eyes and can see she’s telling the truth, reluctantly, but still. You nod, and Spitfire takes the lead, walking passed you while still holding onto your hand. “Your hand is bleeding,” she points out.

“I know.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“I know,” you repeat.
> Ch.3 A Secret Well Kept
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The walk back to her home is deathly silent, but still, the entire time Spitfire doesn’t let go of your hand. You figure she wants to hold on to you as long as she can, especially if you think her secret is as bad as she thinks it is and you leave. You want to hold her hand too, but you can’t bring yourself to do so, not yet. At first, your heart is steady, but when you reach her building and make your way up to her loft, your heart quickly begins to race. Matters only seem to get worse when you finally reach her floor; you’re worried your hands are sweating and giving you away, but it doesn't matter. Backing down is not an option, not when you’re so close to finally understanding. 

In no time she reaches her room and finally let’s go of your hand so she can unlock the door. When you both hear the click, she opens the door for you and allows you step inside first. You pass the threshold with her following right behind you, turning on the lights as she enters. “I know it’s going to sound like I’m stalling, but can I bandage up your hands first? It won’t take long,” she asks. 

They don’t hurt as much, but that’s probably a good idea. You merely nod and head over to the couch. Spitfire walks over into the kitchen while you take a seat, staring up at the ceiling, feeling mentally exhausted. Your mind is practically burned out; you barely register Spitfire as she sits next to you with a first aid kit in her hands. After placing the supplies down on the table and opens it up, she quickly grabs the disinfectant spray before grabbing your right hand. “This may sting a bit,” she says, giving you the general warning.

She sprays your hand, but it only really itches a bit. She then grabs a small roll of gauze, placing it over your cuts and then uses bandage tape to keep its place. You watch as she works, taking care not to hurt you or wrap them too tight. She glances up at you every few seconds, but that’s it. Her face is still fearful of what is to come. She then repeats the process with your other hand, and when you’re all bandaged up, she places the equipment away and leaves it on the coffee table. “Okay, we’re here. Now what?”

“Now,” she said as she stands, “I head up to my room.”

“Spitfire,” your voice is firm, and she knows it. 

“I know, but I can’t just tell you. I…I want to show you. It will only take a minute, I promise,” she assures you. 

You sigh lightly, and she flies off toward her room, leaving you with your thoughts. Unfortunately, you don’t want to think. You’ve spent all day thinking, and it hasn’t gone all that well for you. Whatever Spitfire has to say or show you, you want to deal with it as is and not let your anxiety get the best of you. A short moment later, you jolt up in your seat as the lights dim, and you can just barely see a few feet around you. “Spitfire,” you call out to her.

“I’m here,” she replies from above you, “don’t worry, I’m coming.” 

You hear her hooves clopping on the stairs above you. You see her shadow near the bottom of the stairs, but it isn’t until she sits down next to you that you can see her and the large blanket wrapped around her. “What’s going on? Why’d you dim the lights?”

“I…I didn’t want you to see it…yet,” she softly replies, not meeting your gaze and shifting around in her blanket.  

“See what?” 

The wonderbolt takes a deep breath, trying to keep herself as calm as possible, while you try to do the same. The golden mare looks up at you, looking deeply into your eyes as she begins to speak. “You found the condom, and it’s true. I have been hiding something; I’ve been trying to hide it my whole life,” she admits. “I could tell you, but I wouldn’t even know where to begin. So…So now…I’ll show you.”

You expect her to remove the blanket, but instead, she takes your hand in hers and pulls it under the covers. She doesn’t let go of your hand yet; she slowly guides it until your touching her taut abdomen. You feel her shiver a bit from your touch before relaxing while she continues to guide your hand further down. She continues to tremble as she glides your hand down to her pelvis. You look at her in confusion, but she looks back at you in embarrassment, her cheeks beginning to flush, but you can barely make it out. It isn’t much further until your hand touches something else of hers, something…fleshy. 

She finally let’s go of your hand, leaving you to explore from there. Your hand grips the strange piece of her anatomy; it feels somewhat hard and thick, almost as broad as a soda can. Your hand slowly trails up feeling what you’re guessing are veins until you meet another strange obstruction, a slightly thick ring around it. You grip the appendage firmly, and Spitfire’s reaction is almost instant as she gasps and the object in your hand gives a slight twitch as it engorges in your grip. Your eyes widen when you realize what it is you’re touching. You pull your hand back, but not in a panic, just slight confusion as you look back at the golden mare’s reddened face. “Spitfire, is that a-”

“Yes,” she answers directly. 

“So, you’re a-”

“Yes,” she repeats. She then gets up from her seat and walks over to the light switch by the door. She fully lights up the room before walking back over to you. She remains still as she stands before you, looking down at the floor in shame and then she shrugs the blanket from her shoulders, revealing to you her secret. She now stands before you, completely naked. All of her body fully exposed for you to see; her figure is just as you had imagined it, her breasts are beautiful, perfect, her stomach firm and taut with some of her muscle showing. The only thing that your imagination didn’t fabricate was the somewhat flaccid brown horse phallus, and baseball-sized orbs dangling between her legs. “I’m a hermaphrodite.”

You told yourself you didn’t want to think before, but now it’s as if your mind has all but shut down completely as it fails to generate any cognitive thoughts. “Well, don’t just sit there,” the mare nearly snaps before covering her breasts with arms and her genitalia with her tail, just barely concealing her member. “Say something.”

“Sorry, it’s just…,” you pause, shaking your head, trying to get it working again. “So, that’s what you’ve been hiding?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s it, nothing else?” you ask.

“Yes, this is it,” she snaps this time. “What else would I be hiding?”

Then, at that moment, you don’t know why, but your body does something that neither you nor she would expect. You start to laugh. You fall back, sprawled on the couch, laughing in full-blown hysteria. “W-What are yo-this isn’t funny!” she shouts in anger. You can see her face reddening in both embarrassment and rage, yet still, you can’t stop your laughter. 

“I’m…I’m sorry, I’m not…I’m not laughing at yohohhhahaha,” you try to speak, but it’s nearly impossible.

Spitfire’s anger overtakes her for a moment as she tackles you on the couch and begins to mock hit you with her fists, rambling angrily, “How could you be laughing at a time like this!? I just bared my soul to you, and you think it’s a joke, you ass? You jerk! You-”

You cut her off, wrapping your arms around her, pulling her against your chest and do both yourselves a favor and kiss her in an attempt to shut you both up. You see Spitfire’s eyes nearly pop out of her head in surprise and confusion until she relaxes in your embrace. You soon break the kiss and hold her in your arms; your laughter now dropped to a hearty chuckle, “Aw man, oh you…you have no idea how relieved I am. I could’ve sworn you were cheating on me.” 

“What?” she said as she puts her hands on your chest and pushes away from you. “Of course, I’m not cheating on you. I told you I wouldn’t so why would you think that I…oh, the condom,” she gasped in realization. “You…you found it and thought that I’d…, oh I’m so sorry.”

She falls back into your embrace, wrapping her arms around you, nuzzling her head in your chest. “So, I guess this explains your weird touching behavior?” you ask, looking down at her. 

“Mhmm,” she said with a nod, turning her head up to look at you with a sorrowful expression. “I had to be careful. I wanted to touch you, to hold you like this. I did, but one wrong position and…you’d have found out, and I wasn’t ready for that.” 

“But other than that, how did you hide it?” you inquire. “That’s pretty big, and your clothes are pretty tight.”

“My pants and underwear are a unique brand. Even my Wonderbolt uniform. They’re all magically enchanted so…an illusion hides my male bits. You couldn’t tell from looking at it, but if you touched me there, you’d know.” 

“Okay, you’re two for two. Here’s a hardball. What was up with the condom in the first place?” you ask.

“C’mon, don’t make me answer that,” she pleads, burying her face in your chest.

“You’re lying atop of me naked. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

“Everything,” she snaps, glaring back up at you until she finally crumbles and sighs in defeat. “Fine, I was…reading the book, and I was…trying to…relieve myself, okay?”

“So, the book got you all hot and bothered?” you tease.

“It wasn’t just the book,” she snaps again, but a little less angrily and more embarrassed, still staring at you. “It was…what I was imagining…you.”

“Me?” you ask with a raised brow. 

“The book got me going, but you took me the rest of the way,” she said, resting the side of her head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat while dragging her finger in small circles on it. “If you think it’s been hard to you because I wouldn’t touch you, you’re wrong. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come home from one of our dates, left so hard and wet. How many times I’ve wanted to let you in and just…be with you. Cold showers sure as hell don’t work anymore. I’m left alone at night in my bed thinking of you. Jacking and fingering myself, filling condoms and drenching my bed. Tartarus, before I only had to jack off once a morning, so that I don’t get a hard-on at work. Now when we have a date with you, I have to empty myself out to avoid it then too. Even when I’m with you, just holding you the wrong way could get me going, so I had to be careful.” 

You stare down at her as her words have time to sink in. Everything was making perfect sense. The way she touched you. The way she held you. The constant rejection of you staying with her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like you, it was the opposite; Spitfire loved you so much that she couldn’t let you get close, even though she wanted to. You too had spent countless nights relieving yourself to the many fantasies you had dreamed up. However, this, this was much worse for her, by far and that wasn’t fair. “So, now you know,” the pegasus said, once again pushing herself up, moving back and giving you room to move. “Are you still mad at me for keeping this from you? Because if you are, I completely understand.” 

“Are you serious,” you ask with a raised brow. You quickly sat up, grabbed the mare by the side of the head and turned her toward you as you claimed her lips with your own. She squealed in surprise as first before she quickly melted into the embrace. She placed her hands against your chest as you wrapped your other arm around her, pulling her closer to you. You soon feel her tongue enter your mouth and you don’t waste a second opening your teeth and allowing her access. Her tongue explores your mouth, seeking your own and when it finds it, it quickly intertwines with yours, mingling as you savor each other’s taste.

You both moan into each other’s mouths; your tongues remained woven together, not fighting for dominance, but just desiring to stay together as she explores your mouth. With the mare of your dreams in such proximity, sharing such a passionate kiss with you, you feel a familiar pressure building in your loins as the tightness of your pants begins to increase. You soon push back as Spitfire reciprocates and pulls yours into hers. She still tastes of apple cider, but for some reason, it's even more delicious coming off of her. After exploring her mouth, you pull back, separating your lips, but your tongues remain together, writhing around in the open air; when you finally broke apart, a single strand of saliva connecting them before it too severed. 

“Still think I’m mad,” you ask, looking at her flustered expression.

“No, but, are you sure,” she asks, gesturing to the rest of herself, her member half flaccid, throbbing and begging for attention. “Are you sure you’re okay with me. With…this?”

“Spitfire, I could care less if you have a dick or two heads. You’re still Spitfire to me. That’s what I love the most,” you tell her. Your words seem to ring true as her eyes begin to tear up and she practically throws herself at you, wrapping her arms and wings around you. You quickly wrap your arms around her, feeling her warmth encompass you and right now it’s the best feeling in the world. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear something like that.” 

You don’t give a vocal response since you don’t have one. You kiss her on the head and caress her back; this seems to make her tighten her grip on you even more. Even though you love this touching moment between you two, that moment appears to be lost or at least fade a little as you feel something hard poking you in the stomach. “Crap,” you hear Spitfire groan as she pulls away and grabs her blanket, using it to cover her lower half.

“Sorry, between the kiss and everything…,” she trails on, looking at you in embarrassment. 

“It’s okay; you don’t have to hide it anymore,” you tell her, grabbing the blanket, but she presses it tightly against her lower body. 

“No, you saw it. That’s enough,” she says, not sounding more embarrassed than upset.

You frown at her and then an idea pops into your mind. You then stand up and take off your jacket, looking Spitfire in the eye as you do. Her face contorts in confusion as you toss your coat aside and then move to your shirt. “What are you-” she stops mid sentence as you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it off. “Why are you taking your clothes off?” she gasps in surprise. 

“You were complaining about feeling underdressed earlier. Now it’s me who’s feeling overdressed. You know, with you being the only one naked and all.” you point out with a shrug as you go to undo your belt. 

“No, you don’t have to do that, it’s alright,” she says as she turns her head, flailing her arms, trying to block her vision.

“No, it’s not,” you tell her firmly as you stop. Your tone seems to catch her attention as she stops trying to shield herself and looks at you. “You shared with me your biggest secret and showed yourself to me. While I don’t have such a secret, it’s only fair that I bare myself to you too. I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t tell me something or show me something. I want you to be able to trust me, full heartedly. Let me be the person you can let yourself be you around. That’s why tonight, you don’t have to hold yourself back. Just ask, and we’ll do whatever it is you want, I promise.” 

Once again, your words seem to resonate with her; you can see it in her eyes as her embarrassment appears to vanish and the usual calm confidence begins to return. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. When she opens her eyes again, she nods with a smile. “And FYI…” you smile back as you continue undressing. You kick your socks and shoes off, knocking them aside before finally pulling your pants and shorts down in one foul swoop allowing your hardened phallus to spring forth, “You’re not the only one who got turned on by the kiss.”

The pegasus’ eyes widen, finally having received a clear sight of your member. Her cheeks burning red as you can almost see her throbbing against the blanket holding it down. Clearly, there was a noticeable size difference between you both, but you weren’t bothered, ashamed or emasculated; there was no need to be. After what she had shown you, after what she told you, such feelings would only hurt and insult her. “So, going to lose that or what,” you ask casually, pointing to the blanket and what lay underneath, begging to be set free. 

Spitfire pulled herself from her stupor and after a short moment relented and removed the sheet, allowing her member to stand at attention. You sit down beside her, but her eyes never seemed to leave your dick, which was all right. You found yourself doing the same with hers. “So…that’s…that’s what a human’s…looks like?” she asks, hesitantly. 

“Yeah, pretty much,” you shrug. 

“Can…can I touch it?” she asks, looking up at you.

“Depends, can I touch yours?” you rebut.

She raises her left hand, it visibly shaking before she nods firmly. You smile at her, letting her make the first move. She slowly reaches out, her hand still shaking; you help her out just as she did for you earlier and took her hand in yours. Her hand seems to stop shaking as you guide it down until you stop just short of touching it. You release her hand and let her take the final step, and after a moment or two she closes her hand and takes hold of your shaft. You take a slight intake of her, the sensation of her soft fur and warmth quickly coursing through you. “It’s so hot and big,” she speaks softly, staring at it intently. 

There’s another slight bump to your ego that you didn’t expect, but it’s appreciated. “Thanks,” you say before you reach over and grab hers. The mare lets out the cutest squeak as she feels your touch, almost freezing like a deer in the headlights, “yours is bigger. Still, I bet you put other guys to shame.”

“I-I wouldn’t know. I’ve…I’ve never seen another stallion’s before. Though according to my doctor I’m more productive than the average male,” she confessed. “With something like this, I bet you had plenty of human females fawning over you.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you chuckle. “I wasn’t very popular in my world.”

“I find that hard to believe,” she mutters. Her eyes then glance from your member to yours and the back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just…can I ask you something,” she asks hesitantly, her legs shuffling anxiously. “Ifnotyoudon’thavetodoitIwouldn’tbeupsetoranything,” she quickly spits out, but you place a hand to her cheek which seems to calm her quickly. 

“Relax, calm down,” you tell her, chuckling at her reaction. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“Well…I was wondering…I always wondered…well dreamed rather. That if I ever got together with somepony, one thing I would want to try would be…ating together,” she said, the last part coming out as a mumble and a whisper.

“Spitfire.”

“I wanted to ask if you would masturbate with me,” she finally voices her question, looking up at you longingly. “I always wanted to try it. To have another stallion touch mine and me them. Lately most of those dreams were me and you, lying side by side, kinda like this. So, please, could we?”

You lean in and kiss her gently before pulling back with a smile. “Absolutely,” you assure her. 

You wrap your arm around her shoulder and pull her in close to your side as you lay back and pull her down with you. You both lie down, stretched out on the couch, your hands still holding each other’s phalluses. She rests her head on your shoulder and wraps her other arm around your shoulder, while her draping her left leg around yours. “Ready?” you ask, looking down at her.

“I’ve been ready for the longest time,” she pledges with a loving smile. 

“Well then, since this is your fantasy, why don’t you start off,” you suggest. 

“Gladly,” she coos, looking back down at your throbbing member. She begins stroking her hand up and down your shaft experimentally, getting a real feel for you. A moan fills your throat as the soft fur covering her hand sends a slight shiver down your spine. Spitfire giggles at your response, enjoying the fact that not only are you aroused but that she arouses you. Not wanting to be greedy, you decide to join in; you waste no effort, moving your hand up her phallus in long but firm strokes. Her reaction is immediate as she shudders and moans under your touch. “Yes, that’s it. Mmm, that’s perfect,” she purrs as she closes her eyes and relaxes into your embrace.

“I aim to please,” you tell her with a gentle, tranquil smile. You two only lay there, side by side, your hands working each other’s hardened pricks at your paces; her’s slow, short and sensual; yours fast, long and firm. The room remains relatively quiet, the only real sound filling the room are the moans and groans coming from each of you. “Mmmm, that feels incredible. You’re making me so hard it hurts,” she cooed, nuzzling against your shoulder. 

You can feel a steady flow of pre dribbling down her shaft. So much, and it’s so thick you can hardly believe it. She writhes against you, smiling and grinning lustfully as your hand starts gliding over her dick with greater ease. “How about you, am I doing this right? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Are you kidding? This is amazing. I’ve never felt anything like this before; your fur is so soft, it’s unbelievable,” you groan as you meet the pegasus’ gaze, pulling up your free hand to scratch her ear. 

“Thanks, it takes a lot of work to get it like this,” she says until she feels a sticky sensation running down her hand. “Although you seem to be getting it dirty with all this precum of yours. Not that I mind, though,” she says as she uses your secretions as to lube you up, taking a firmer grip while she speeds up her pace. 

You take a sharp intake of breath from the sudden change in her rhythm, but you manage to control yourself. “Hey, could you…go a bit faster?”  

“Your wish is my command,” you reply politely. You quickly begin stroking your hand faster, moving it from the tip to the base of her pelvis, twisting your hand as you go. Spitfire shivers and moans, biting her lip at the sensation. It isn’t much longer before you feel her hips beginning to move and start thrusting in time with your hand. Even though she’s apparently losing to her pleasure she hasn’t forgotten about your desire either; her hand tries to match the pace of yours, her fingers reaching all the way to the tip, twisting around it for the same added effect she is receiving.

You can feel the pressure building up inside you, the desire to start thrusting as well becoming more and more tempting, but you take a few calming breaths and control yourself. As much as you want to give in to your urges entirely, this isn’t about you; it’s about her. You want Spitfire to live out one her biggest fantasies and to get greedy now isn’t going to help. With that in mind, you decide to get a bit more proactive and change things up. You take your hand from Spitfire’s throbbing member, only for a moment. Her eyes snap open as her conduit of pleasure ceased before she turns to look at you. “W-Why…why did you stop?” she asks, panting a bit, her face flushed bright red, and her eyes laced with lust and longing. 

“So, I could do this,” you answer with a devious smirk. By a feat of speed and dexterity that surprised even you, you move your hand from around her shoulder to under her arm and another hand under her right leg before pulling her up to rest on you, her back, lying against your chest. She squeaks in surprise at the sudden motion and change of position. Finally, her wings spread out, freeing them from their confined space as her legs lie spread over yours and your member placed under hers. A moderate dampness and heat begin flowing down onto your member. With your newly changed positions, you once again take hold of her raging hard on in your right hand; you then draped your other arm around her chest, taking a firm grip of her tender breast. The tough wonderbolt lying atop you cries out as you not only begin stroking her off but also start groping her breast, massaging it and playing with her erect nipple between your fingers. 

“Better?” you ask with a bit of a cheeky smile.

“Oooh yes…m-much better,” she mewls happily.  

She soon began thrusting her hips once more matching her pace to that of your rhythmic hand strokes; however, her thrusting seemed to cause an even greater wave of pleasure to course through both her and you. Her moaning became even louder as her thrusting caused not only her penis to thrust through your grip, but the wet lips of her waiting pussy to grind against your member, sending a unified jolt of pleasure between the two of you. This newly discovered surge of ecstasy seemed to drive Spitfire into a bit of a frenzy as her hips are thrusting faster and harder, causing you to jerk her off faster. Your hand gliding over every inch of the thick rod, smearing more of her flowing pre over it while grinding her pussy and clit against your rod harder; her heated marehood soaking your shaft in her love juices, thickly coating it as if she were marking it in her scent as her own. 

You try adding to her blissful state, groping and playing with her breasts and nipples, switching between each of them, not wanting to leave one untouched for too long as well as kissing and nipping at the back and side of her neck, nibbling on her ear now and then. All of these sensations were clearly driving the mare into sensory overload; her loud moans swiftly turn into wild screams of euphoria as the pleasure you’re giving her becomes unbearable; eyes glaze over, and tongue hanging from her open mouth with a smile and look of sensual desire plastered all over her face. “Yes yes yes yes, oh fuck yeeeesss,” she groans obscenely, her voice losing all sense of modesty as she continues thrusting her hips with total abandon. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Make me cum, baby!” 

Her thrusting once again speeds up, her left hand reached down to grab her large sack and begin fondling the hefty orbs inside, trying to bring herself to finish; this also causes the pressure you’ve been doing your best to suppress to once again rise and fast. “You wanna cum for me,” you whisper in her ear, the lust heavily seeping from your voice. “Hm, are you going to cum for me?”

Your mare’s erratic thrusting quickly starts overpowering you as you feel your orgasm reaching its peak. “Yes, I’m gonna cum for you! I’m cumming just for you!” Spitfire cries out. She screams at the top of her lungs, throwing her head back as she pushes up and arches her back while her orgasm crashes down on her. The first volley of her seed comes launching out of her, arching through the air and hits her door smack dab in the middle while a stream of fem cum sprays forth from her pussy spraying your lower half and the couch. You hold her tight, her body twitching in your grasp, using your hand to continue jerking herself off as shot after shot flies across the room, painting a streak of white along her floor. 

Her cries of ecstasy begin to die down as well as the juices flowing from her pussy, but her penis is still firing; less powerfully than before, but still. Her body finally comes crashing down on you, panting and gasping for air, while her penis empties the last of her essence over your hand. Despite all of that, you managed to contain yourself and hold your orgasm back, barely. Your dick is practically screaming at you for it, but watching the beautiful mare in your arms have such a powerful release is more than satisfying enough, even if your dick begs to differ and it does. “Spitfire, you still with me?” you ask somewhat sarcastically with a chuckle as you look over her post orgasmic form. 

“S-Sweet…s-s-sweet Celest-t-tia of E…E-Equestria,” she stammers, her voice trembling as she struggles to breath. “T-That w-w-was…the…the b-best orgasm…e-ever.” 

“Glad you enjoyed yourself,” you say, though your partner down below still isn’t too happy with you. “You gonna be okay?”

“G-Give me a…a m-moment. J-Just hold m-me…p-please.”

You don’t verbally reply, you just close your eyes and wrap your arms around her, removing your hand from her rapidly deflating member to her tight firm stomach. Her hands slowly lay atop of yours; you can feel her chest rising high and falling low as she does her best to regain her much needed oxygen supply. What seems like hours of silent bliss passes in the span of five or so minutes until Spitfire taps her hand over yours. “Okay I’m…I’m good,” she tries to assure you, though her breathing still sounds a bit off. 

“You sure,” you ask, uncertainty leaking from your voice. 

You open your eyes just as Spitfire taps your hand again, telling you to loosen your grip while she tries to sit up. “Yeah, I’m fine now,” she assures you, her voice much more even. She sat up in your lap, her eyes instantly noticing a few things about you that she apparently forgot about; your bandaged hands appeared are now covered in sweat and her thick gooey seed and that your dick was throbbing and twitching madly. “Argh shit, I forgot about your hands. They’re all dirty! And you didn’t get off either, why?”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” you say as you sit up and wrap your arms around her waist, burying your face in her fiery mane, taking her scent. 

“No, don’t smell me. I’m all sweaty and musky now,” she told you. 

“It’s fine, relax, I like it,” you assure her, nuzzling your face in her mane. 

She seems to settle down, and then you feel her hands take yours from her now deflated dick as you heard her mutter something like, “…you say that now.”

You’re not sure what she meant and then you feel something warm and wet dragging along your hand. You pull your head back and place it on her shoulder as you watch her lick her seed from your hand. Her face is slightly red, but she seems to love it. “How is it?” you ask.

“Well,” she responds before taking a long lick along the back of your hand before returning her tongue to its oral home. “I think I’d be lying if I said it was nothing short of orgasmic.” 

As horribly corny as that was, you can’t help but laugh as she continues to clean your hand. She finally seems to be her old self again, and that’s what you wanted to hear the most. “And now…” she pauses while she finished cleaning the last of her seed off of you, “since you were so kind as to get me off first, I’d like to return the favor.”

“Oh, you gonna jerk me now?” you ask coyly.

“No way, I’ve got something special in mind, and I’ve been saving it just. For. You,” she lustfully smiles as she gets up from your lap to her hooves. She holds her hand out to you, and you certainly waste no time taking hold of it. She helps you up to your feet before turning around and leading you up the stairs. Your heart flutters a bit, finally having access granted to that which was once restricted. When you make it upstairs, you are greeted by a narrow hallway with two doors on your left and one on your right. You’re not sure what are in the other two as Spitfire leads you to the second door on the right. 

She opens the door and pulls you inside. In that moment you’re finally able to see Spitfire’s private sanctum. Her room is quite spacious. A large bed sits on the right side of the room against the wall, and the left of it looks like the door to her closet with a couple of windows sitting at the back of the room, letting the full moon’s rays illuminate the living space. Across from the bed is a door that leads to a bathroom and on the wall next to the door are some medals and award commendations with a small shelf that holds a few more personal pictures of friends and family. You’re not allowed to take in anymore because before you know it you’re tackled onto the bed. You grunt as you crash down onto the mattress, but the next thing that fills your vision is the beautiful sight of the golden mare now atop you.

She smiles lustfully, happily, almost overjoyed as she stares down at you. You can’t help but smile back until she leans down and claims your lips with hers. She moans slowly into your mouth, her tongue instantly entering your mouth and wrapping around your own; her body soon drops atop your own, her chest pressed against yours, both your legs intertwined while the raging hard on between your legs presses into the soft fur of her abdomen. Once again, your tongues don’t wrestle for dominance, just the desire to join as one. She wraps her arms around your neck while you wrap yours around her back, both of you trying to pull yourselves closer to one another. 

You feel her wings flutter and her tail swishing against your legs as you run your hands along her back. You quickly change things up as you roll over and switch positions with you now lying atop her. She gives a quick squeak of surprise before giggling at your playfulness; you can easily feel her dick starting to harden once again as it starts to rise, getting caught just underneath your nads; the heat radiating from it is surprisingly enticing. You pull away, breaking the kiss, giving you both time to get some air in your lungs, but even still, she keeps her arms around your neck, both you still staring intensely into each other’s eyes. “Alright, I…I think I’m ready,” she says with a confident nod, “We’ve waited a long time to get here, and I’ve kept you waiting long enough.”

“Alright, let’s get down to business,” you say with a devious smirk. You plant another quick kiss on her lips before moving down her neck, peppering it little kisses as you go. Spitfire quivers as you pass her collarbone and down to her breasts. You take both her plentiful orbs in your hands gently massaging them and tweaking her nipples as well. She writhes underneath you as you start kissing between her cleavage until you move over to her left breast, giving the stiff nipple a good sucking. Spitfire’s eyes never leave yours when you move over to her other lonely nipple, feverishly moaning while you suckle on it. 

You release the tender nub with an audible pop before continuing your slow descent down her body. Your kisses travel down her taut midsection, your lips quickly recognizing the muscles underneath. You shift your body to the side, feeling another part of the mare’s anatomy already rising to the occasion. When you make it to her pelvis, you pull back and sit up on your knees, allowing yourself to take in all of the wonderbolt’s beauty. She reaches down and readily spreads her legs, cupping her heavy sack in her hands and pulling them up, giving you the perfect sight of her hidden flower that sits nestled underneath her once again hardened stallionhood. 

You take hold of your member and get yourself into position, rubbing the head of your dick between her plump wet lips. Spitfire bites her lower lip, shaking a bit with excitement and anticipation. She gives you a final nod and with that decided you slowly begin to enter her. You both groan as you continue driving yourself in, her wet pussy is incredibly tight, almost as if it were trying to swallow you. You keep pushing forward until you come to a stop, the head of your dick meeting with a bit of resistance. It doesn’t even take you a second to realize what it is that is halting your advances. “Spitfire, are you a-”

“Yeah, my cherry’s never been popped. At least not yet,” she says nonchalantly with a shrug. “Told you I had something special for you. Go ahead, ram it home.”

You can’t help but feel touched as well as more than driven to please your mare; if she was going so far as to give you her first, you couldn’t disappoint and given how hard you are right now, that doesn’t seem like it will be a problem. “Alright, here I go in one…two…,” you trailed on when you gave one mighty thrust, driving yourself all the way to the hilt. 

Spitfire cries out, throwing her head back, her back arched up and her hands quickly releasing her nads to dig into her sheets; her newly deflowered pussy clenching tightly around you. You grit your teeth, groaning heavily; the tightness almost drives you to blow your load right then and there, though the sheer heat radiating from inside her makes it feel like you’re melting inside of her. You look down at her marehood and you can see the rivets of blood trickling down your shaft. You then look back up at Spitfire, who is breathing slowly, still gripping the sheets as she stares at the ceiling. “You okay, need me to wait?” you ask worryingly. 

“Yeah, just…just a minute,” she told you, gritting her teeth.

You decide to try and get her to relax while she takes her time to adjust. You first take hold of her now throbbing phallus and begin stroking it steadily. Spitfire moans at the sensation, her back slowly lowering and her grip on the sheets loosening. You then move your free hand down under her balls to her love button, giving her clit some gentle rubbings with your thumb. You could feel the golden mare’s body relaxing with each of your tentative strokes, cooing and purring as time went on. 

You kept going like this for a time, and before you knew it, Spitfire’s body had calmed down, and her body once again lay peacefully on the bed, “feel better?”

“Much… thank you,” she sighs, finally looking back at you, “I knew that was gonna hurt, but I didn’t expect that. Still, I feel okay now.”

“In that case, I’m gonna start moving then.”

“I know this is gonna sound weird coming from me, but take it easy at first please. I’m still new to this.”

“Of course,” you assure her. You release your hand from her phallus and place it on her hip before slowly pulling yourself out. Spitfire shudders and groans a bit until you stop, leaving only your head inside her. You then give a firm thrust back in, bottoming yourself inside once again. You then begin working yourself into a steady rhythm, while you used your other hand to continue rubbing against her clit as her heavy balls weighed against your hand; you could practically feel the seed inside them sloshing about with your thrusts, demanding to be released. The golden mare moans in peaceful delight, looking up at you lovingly as you tend to her; however, as you continue thrusting, you could feel your desires beginning to boil over. After denying yourself release and now having claimed your mare’s virginity as well as feeling her hot, tight, wet pussy cling to you so strongly, your breathing is becoming more labored as your heart races with your primal instincts demanding you claim and mark this mare as yours. 

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she coos draping her right arm over her stomach and stretching her left above her head. “Okay, I’m good now; you can go a little faster if you want.” 

Hearing that seems to flip a switch in your head, your grip on her hip tightens a bit as your willpower begins to crumble. “Are…are you sure?” you ask her, groaning as you feel your dick crying out to just do it. 

“Yeah, go for it.” 

Having been given permission, you remove your hand from her clit and place it on her other hip. With her waist firmly in your grip, you begin thrusting short and fast like a piston. Spitfire shrieks at your sudden change in speed, gripping the sheets for dear life. “I…I said y-you could go-ahhh…go…go faster but I-ahhhh d-didn’t…did…ah…” her sentence trails on as she moans and screams, her hips moving in time with your thrusting. A lust filled gaze fills her eyes as her mind succumbs to the pleasure. “Argh fuck it, don’t…don’t you dare stop!” she tells you.

“Good cuz I…I don’t think I can,” you groan as you thrust like a piston in rapid succession.

Spitfire can hardly contain her moans as she grabs her right breast and begins groping and pinching her nipple with her hard dick flopping through the air between your bodies. She quickly reaches out with her left hand and takes hold of her flopping member and begins stroking her length, groaning as she throws head back into her pillow. “Fuuuuuck, this…this is incredible,” she cries out in pure ecstasy, her hand a yellow blur as she beats herself off while you continue pounding away at her soaking wet marehood. “I-I can’t get… get enough! Argh shit, I’m…I’m gonna cum soon!”

“Me too,” you growl as you feel your overdue climax rising. “I can’t…hold on much longer.”

All of a sudden, the world seems to spin and before you know it, you’re on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Spitfire soon fills your visage as she looms over you, her eyes glazed over in lust and love. You look down to see her straddling your hips, her hooves on either side of you as she uses them to keep her hips aloft with the head of your dick still inside her pussy. “What was that for?” 

“Sorry, but…I’ve been pretty selfish, making you do all this for me,” she says as she swings her hips back and forth, her walls keeping a tight grip, doing their best not to let you slip free. “You’ve made me feel so sexy and loved, in a way, I never thought possible. Now let me show you how much I love you.” 

She then leans back and quickly drops to her knees, crying out as she impales herself on your dick, letting you reach her deepest region. You join her and moan as she places her hands on your stomach, doing her best to hold herself up. When she was stable, she quickly starts thrusting her hips up and down, using the beds bouncing to assist her in riding you hard and fast. “Ah yes, your dick is amazing, it’s hitting just the right spots,” she exclaims in absolute pleasure. 

You groan and grit your teeth, feeling the pressure down below rising again, and it can’t get here soon enough. From the way, Spitfire is moving her hips; her dick is thrusting forward toward you, dripping pre onto her hands and your stomach as her balls tighten getting ready to explode as well. You quickly take hold of it, causing her to shriek at the sudden firm grip before she continues thrusting, now not only your dick into her pussy but her cock through your hands. You quickly match her tempo and begin stroking and thrusting, trying to bring you both to finish. She’s now riding and rocking with total abandon, her pussy convulsing and her dick head flaring up. “Ahhh, yes, fucking yes! Baby, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum so hard again!” 

“Me too….urgh, it’s gonna be big,” you warn her.

“Good, cum inside me,” she tells you. “Let it all out! Fill me up right now!”

With no further coaxing needed you give a final thrust, driving yourself as deep as you could get, groaning as you finally unload inside her. Spitfire cries out as you release shot after shot of your seed coating the walls of her marehood. Her walls instantly tighten around you as you feel torrents of her fem cum drenching both your dick and thighs while her cock fires an incredible load over your head and onto the floor of her bedroom. You can feel Spitfire’s body shudder violently as her twin orgasms rack her body, her wings spreading out stiffly while her eyes completely glaze over in total euphoric bliss. You let your head drop back onto the bed and Spitfire soon joins you as she drops down atop you, her wings draping lifelessly over you like a warm, fluffy blanket. Both of you breath deeply, your bodies drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids, but you don’t care, and you don’t think Spitfire does either as she purrs and relishes in her afterglow. 

You wrap your arms around her, rubbing your hands up and down her back. “…” you hear her call your name and you look down to meet her gaze as she looks up at you, “That was wonderful. I’ve…I’ve never cum that hard before and not twice in a row. You’re incredible.”

“Same to you,” you chuckle. “Hey, Spitfire, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” 

“What is it you like about me?”

“Really? You have to ask,” she asks with a raised brow and smirk. “I like to think it’s the same reason you like me. You said you like things that are different because they’re interesting, remember? Well, same goes for me. I know I’m not the only herm around, but you’re the only human around. I figured if I had a shot with somepony it would be another fellow oddball. No offense.”

“None taken,” you assure her, “and I get it. I don’t know how or why, but I think I got a sixth sense for this kind of stuff. I’ve always been attracted to the “weird,” “unusual,” or just downright “out of the ordinary.” So, I guess a pastel, hermaphrodite, anthropomorphic, talking pegasus fits the bill.”

“Glad to see I meet your high standards,” she giggles. 

“Oh, you pass with flying colors, no pun intended,” you tell her, tightening your hold and pressing her closer to you with both her breasts and dick pressed between you. “One last question and I think that’s it because I’m exhausted.” 

“Likewise,” she says with a yawn, “ask away.”

“Spitfire, will you be my special somepony?” 

She smiles at you with lidded eyes and leans forward, granting you one final tender, loving kiss before pulling back and resting her head on your chest. “I’m all yours, baby,” she answers, nuzzling your chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say, leaning down to kiss her head. The room goes quiet for a moment until you hear the soft snores of your mare. You feel your eyelids grow heavy and you soon find yourself joining her peaceful slumber. You’re not sure what to make of your life now or what’s waiting for you down the road, but one thing is clear. You know, without a shadow of a doubt that you wouldn’t give up Spitfire for anything and obviously she felt the same.