>You're staying with Spitfire for the weekend as your mother, Lightning Dust goes out to perform a show with several batches of the Wonderbolts.
>Typically you stay with Spitfire whenever mum is performing away from Cloudsdale.
>You don't exactly like it though..
"What am I supposed to eat while you're gone?"
>"Anything you can find, just not a mare~" Lightning whistled
>you blushed
>you didnt really know any receipes and relying on Spitfire is painful, she orders quite abit of food from a restaurant and only has yogurts around.

>When you went to the Academy today with a new batch of recruits for the Wonderbolts team, you saw some familiar faces.
>Remember when we said we dont like it when mum is gone? Well, this is why we love it when Spitfire is watching over us..
>you pace up and down as these recruits salute.
>Ah, a wonderful time. Spitfire always lets you do this with new recruits. Usually you would give some spiel but not this time.

>"So... saw anything you liked?" Spitfire blinked with a sly smile, puttig her hoof on the table against her chin.
>hm.. now she mentions it..
"Rainbow has got a pretty tight ass. Whats her work out routine again?"
>immediately she slips from the table and plops on the ground.
>whoops!
>maybe it isnt a good idea to say stuff like that around her.

>Be Spitfire.
>You tried to play it all cool.
>giving the hint smile, blinking and a slight nudge.
>What does Rainbow have that you dont?!
>What the hell was that supposed to mean, anyway?
>picking yourself from the ground Anon slurps on his noodles.
>"y-you goofball! I-I was on about me!"
>a blush found its way on your cheeks as your wings flapped with annoyance.
>he just stared at you.
>quick! You need a save!
>"I-I-I.. meant the food! Yo-you moron, you spoiled kids always want expensive stuff! Here! See any deserts you like? I'll get'em! N-not I like you.. or.. anything."
>You're not quite sure what the hell you just blurted
>Anon looks at the menu and back at you
>does he buy it?
>He smiles and picks up the menu.
"Sweet! Thanks Spitfire!"
>He's buying it!
>your blush became more intense and your heart is pounding.
"I think I'll get a sweet desert, we can share!"
>the blush maddend!
>A-aah..
"Spitfire, you alright? You look flustered!"
>Anon wipes his hand on your forehead!
>You feel your head burning up even more and a smile!
>y-you dont want to admit it..
>but..
>you like it.
>"st-stop! Im cool."
"You're pretty hot, actually."
>oh celestia, why havent you fainted yet.

>and so the night turned to a blur as both of you drank creamy coolers until passing out.

>Be Anon
>last night was soooo gooood..
>You got to eat the triple tower ice cream dish, completed with a vanilla cooler!
>Just thinking about it makes your mouth water.. mmh..
>How much did the waiter say the food was again?
>Uh... two hundred bits? Two hundred fifty?
>Sooo worth it though, you feel like lying here all day.
>wait, who is that breathing on your arm?
>you turn to lool at a passed out Spitfire lightly snoring.
>Adorable.
>but you really need to get up..
>you begin shimmying your arm but her grip is so tight!
>then her eyes open..

>Spitfire
>you were fast asleep dreaming about Anon cuddling up to you.
>then ofcourse you were hit with a bill
>after all, payment is required when you touch something as cute as Anon
>what is it about him?
>your eyes opened and awaken to see Anon wrestling to get his arm away from your grip.
>ah.. wait what
>your grip?
>looking at what you're tightly embracing, another blush rose on your cheeks!
>you let go and quickly sit up.
>Anon is nursing his arm as he mutters something about tingles..
>yesterday would've been great if you didnt stuff your face full of ice cream!
>who does that?!
>pull it together, girl. Your diet is more important.
>speaking of diets.. you're going to work extra in the gym because of Anon..
>s-silly Anon! Making you fat..
>your blush begins dimming

>"Agh, my ear h-hurts.."
>Anon looks to you and shows concern as his hand gently nips your ear.
>o-oh wow, that feels pretty good actually!
>you got an ear infection since you performed away last winter
>The doctor gave antibotics but it looks like the dosage ran out from your system.
"Spitfire, stay still for me."
>hm?
>what is that silly boy planning, now?
>suddenly you are taken over by ear scratches.
>lowering your head into Anons chest immediately, you feel so much relief and you feel slightly weak.
>holy crap!
>the doctor was right, ear messages actually work pretty good!
>"nnneerrg.. w-what are you doooing?~"
>you struggle to get the words out but you'll be damned
>suddenly he stops, and the pain comea back two folds almost instant.
"W-well I--"
>"I-I didn't say stop!"
>the pain becomes unbareable at the moment and you kinda commanded him
>but all was well when he put his hand back..
>ah.. bliss!
>you seriously need to consider having more of Anons time
>Anon had helped you with the ear infection.
>seems like ear scratches did the trick
>but even so, what you really needed is more tablets. But Anon had convinced you of another way to help ease the pain and a chance of clearing it out.
>it included a very steamy bath, a flannel and some alone time.
>the pressure released and you felt relaxed and pleased.
>you and Anon are at the Wonderbolts academy as you needed to fill out some forms for a fundraiser campaign.
>but..
>s-stupid sexy Anon is distracting you most of the time!

>"S-so Anon.."
"Hm?"
>oh gawsh.. are you really gonna ask him?
>hope he doesnt think anything of it!
>I mean.. ofcourse you want him to get the hint b-but..!
>"w-what you wanna do t-tonight?"
>please say nothing.. please say you're free
>your hoof hovers over the paper with stamp underhoof and it's visibly shaking
"Nothing--"
>YES!
>Now girl, do it! Nows your chance!
>"W-well.. lets watch a movie together!"
>damnit
>blush is creeping back on you
>and yet Anon smiles widely
>"n-not that its anything special! I-it.. I mean, it's just a movie!"
>right?
>right..
>its just a movie.. r-right?
>slightly heavily breathing, picturing you and Anon on the sofa together..

"Sure! I would love to watch a movie with you!"
>its a deal!
>"oh.. sweet celestia.. th-this will be a moment to remember.."
"What was that?"
>oh carp!
>he heard! Quick, save!
>like a pony rugby player tackling its opponent you look up to Anon
>crimson blush crosses over your snout as your eyes almost scan his features looking for flaws.
>nothing
>absolutely flawless
>"I-I said, fine! No-not like I have an idea what to watch anyway."
>in truth you did
>a romantic comedy

>with a final stamp on the form you shuffle them in your hooves and file them into a cabinet.
>"rig-right Squirt. Lets bug-out."
>its already 5pm
>you wouldnt call it working, but other ponies do

>be Anon
>you just got out of the Wonderbolts academy.
>about time too
>it seems like Spitfire has alot of stress on her hands.. er, hooves..
>hm.. you start to think of ways to perhaps help her..
>she does seem to love the ear scratches...
>and you were taking a course with massaging..
>before you could think of anything else, you both arrive at Spitfires house.

>it's a [spoiler]rarity[/spoiler] to live in such a big house. But being one of the most important Supervisors and leader of the Wonderbolts, ofcourse Spitfire is paid more.  //NOTE: abrupt transition(?)
>you like spending time here though..
>now you think about it, mum has been sour the last few weeks..
>ah maybe its nothing..
"Wanna watch this? Its called 'By A Pegasus Love'"
>immediately hearing that name Spitfire's wings boned upwards and a maddening red blushie appeared!
>oh crap!
>there you go again, saying something she doesnt like
>confused as what you should do, you shake your head for an answer
>and using the dvd case as a shield for the incoming pummeling ofcourse

>"s-sur-sure.. that movie is good!"
>say what now
>she didnt hit you?
>REJOICE
"Nice! Lets watch it!"
>"I-I mean! I have never watched it.. ju-just friends saying its good"
>isnt that a lie?
>couldve sworn you seen her fall asleep to this on Valentines day every year.

>Be Spitfire
>You and Anon are watching the movie Rainbow Dash gifted to you several yeara ago
>you love the movie!
>who wouldnt
>but its personal and you did want to watch it anyway but
>Anon has the same taste with movies? Amazing
>so you're both snuggled up to eachother trying to conserve body heat under a blanket
>you convinced Anon the heater had "broke" some how.
>heh cutting power to it did the trick
>its almost a dream come true, havinf Anon grasp his hands over your stomach

>Anon
>oh shit
>you just realized
>Mum had fallen out with Rainbow Dash over a week ago because of Soarin dating Rainbow and not her
>she wants to move away from Cloudsdale //NOTE: sudden shift and attempted complexity.
>if you recall correctly.. she has a job near south-west..
>you're not sure why, maybe its because you have friends here or you are becoming really good friends with Spitfire
>but you swear your heart has just drowned in tears..
>you can't hide it from her, what are you going to do?

>and there it is, a scene came on and a quick smooch as the pegasus in the movie performs her last dance for the business contract.
>g-gulp...
>Do it, man!
>You have to!
>I-I.. can't!
>What do you mean? Are you a man or a mouse?
>Man up and tell her now.
>Your mind is at war with you trying to convince you to tell Spitfire.
>But when you imagine how it would go down..
>She would be upset, hell, maybe even sad.
>No more crazy ice creams from restaurants..
>No more late night movies..
>Sniffle..
>All because of that one Wonderbolt-star pony.
>Spitfire shuffles under the blanket and..
>Is she beginning to drift off to sleep?
>Her hind leg nudges your shin
"Y-you still awake?"
>Spitfire replies with an affirminative nod
>"You're taking a course for the Spa, ri-right?"
>Wait
>Is she seriously asking you to..?
>"L-let's see how good you are then.."
>amazing..
>you never thought she would actually ask you to do this.
"Sp-spitfire.. I.."
>she turned to you half-lidded, most likely from being sleepy
>clearly
>"Sh-shut up, I j-just want to make sure you've taught yourself good!"
"Oh?"
>"D-don't think anything of it!"
>her fore hoof pushed onto your chest as she bites back her grin.
>Okay, okay!
>sheesh, never figured she is this crazy about getting a massage.
>hm...
>when was the last time she did have one though? Probably months ago.
>She typically doesn't like the local one, they use too much oil and she finds it hard to relax.
>when she found out you are taking a course on Spa treatment she snapped at you, most likely from bad experiences
>she must trust you enough to let you do this
>Be Spitfire
>you convinced Anon to give you a massage
>he made you spread your wings out and helped to relieve slight tension in your muscles
>with your wings now belted to the puffed chair you await the inevitable.
>what's he doing back there anyway?
>slightly making you nervous..
>hopefully he isn't putting alot of lotion on, they use that alot at the local Spa
>takes weeks to get rid of it from your wings
>It's like trying to fly in sryup!
>and yet, as foolish as you were to question the ability of Anon, he proved you wrong!
>immediately you gasped and you smiled with a shimmering light of peace in your eye.
>feeeeels soo good..
>a couple of minutes into the massage you were drifting off to sleep until..
"Spitfire, are you still awake?"
>too tired to even care what he will think of your answer.
>"mmmgh.. juust barely, hon. Nnnrgh, why?"
>yup, definitely make sure he knows you're loving this!
>the thought of Anon, he's so perfect about now.
>dang, that blush keeps coming back to you!
"Oh~ sounds like someone is enjoying themselves."
>he's getting brave, isn't he?
>aagh.. who cares, let him have his fun for now
>you'll get back at him later when you actually care, right now the massage takes priority
>"nnrgh...just you wait, kid."
>you can sense him sweating from your last statement.
"We-well.. uh, I need to get more close to your.. ahem.. 'curve'.."
>ah..
>AHHHh.. right.. yes, your butt.
>your wings were trying to break the belt from the chair as the blush deepend
>you can feel your voice getting slightly more breathly.
>"S-sure.. kid.."
>you think back to what Lightning Dust said a month ago by now
>massages on the rump feel good
>you thought maybe she was weird, or a slut
>what?
>she's done worse things before
>"Murr.. she wasn't kidding."

>She waltz over carrying the medium sized cake.
>It could feed 6 fillies with a quarter slice.
>And she's added a cute touch aswell, your name written in sloppy wording and she somehow managed to misspell
the 'N' in Anon.
>D'awwwwwh
>You felt your heart melt of cuteness!
"Woah... this thing is huge! Thank you! I really appreciate this farewell gift!"
>you wrap her into a tight hug.
>almost you can feel her recoil, but you sense it isn't because of the hug..
>"H-huh?"
>Ah crap..
>She doesn't know, does she?
"Well.."
>oh shit
>what are you doing?!
>she clearly doesn't know!
>stop! Abort abort!
>and yet you can't stop your dumb mouth from blurting it all out
>"I'm moving away from Cloudsdale"
>there's a giant moment of silence as you sit with shock
>she hasn't said anything, her facial expression hasn't changed since you told her
>she's just smiling at you, it's like she's a statue..
>creepy
"Awh shit.. you didn't know did you? I'm sorry--"
>"Y-yeah.. ah.. I-I remember.. I just forgot is all.."
>huh.. maybe she does..
"Welll... in that case.. let's enjoy this cake!"
>you take a slice and wink at Spitfire as she watches you take a bite out of the delicious jam filled cake.
>Be Spitfire
>you hear glass shattering
>must be your heart in a million pieces
>the news were startling at first
>you thought he was pulling your hoof, being a jokester..
>but..
>he's serious, isn't he?
>he's actually fucking serious..
>you bite back the feeling of wailing in defeat from having your crush taken away from you
>usually you would put up such a fight but..
>this is like the ultimate deal breaker right here!
>fighting the ties to stop your eyes from watering like a fountain.
>"Ye-yeah.. sure.. l-look your mom should be here soon so.. uh.. I need to practice a speech.."
>You trot away and as you're halfway up the stairs you peek below to see the final piece of the cake..
>Anons name imprinted on the cake..
>with..
>the damn spelling error.. and stupid sloppy hoof-writing..
>the tears on your snout fall rapidly like a hose about to burst
>storming into your bedroom and throwing yourself on the bed you begin wailing
>Why! Why you!
>Why does Lightning Dust have to take Anon away from you!
>it just isn't fair! After all the times you helped to keep an eye over him, let him march up and down like..
>like..
>he was part of the Wonderbolts, like he always wanted to be!
>the thoughts racing through your mind did nothing to calm you down, and instead you cry even louder
>and yet he will never know because you're muffling yourself
>so this is what it feels like, huh..
>but you can hear a creek in the door
>is he there?
>really?
>you stop to sniffle and with your eyes pouring out so much water you turn to see
>Anon standing in the door way, visibly shocked
"You... really.. you really didn't know.. did you?"
>girl, no point in hiding it now
>he knows
>you shake your head at him slowly, taking time with each shaking motion.
>he joins you on the bed and strokes your belly
>ha.. you always loved that.
"I-it's okay, Spitfire.. I can still come to visit and we can still hang out.."
>"B-but you will be.. aw-away! You idiot I want you to stay here!"
"Wha-what? Uh.. It's.."
>this isn't how you imagined you telling him your feelings but..
>it's now or never
"Spitfire, honestly girl, chill. I'll be fine."
>he smiled but it just made your watery eyes flow even more
"Yo-you idiot! I LOVE YOU!"
>grabbing him with both of your hooves and holding him close you stop crying
>but the tears are still flowing, and you both embrace eachother as the doorbell rings
>it almost seems like he wasn't going to leave..
"Spitfire.."
>N-no..
"I'll see you on the other side."
>..

>It's been 5 years since you last saw him. And you know what you might regret the most?
>Being so attached to somepony else.