Title:           [AiE] Spitting Fire - Part 2
Author:          Atland
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First Edit:      Sunday 8th of September 2013 09:53:00 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 8th of September 2013 09:53:00 AM CDT

>Rise and shine, Anon
>Come on, get up
>No use moping about
>You'll win her over one day
>Curse your inner nice guy
>He let you into the zone
>The friendzone, that is
 
>It had been a week since that... 'incident' occurred
>It was then that you were let into the zone
>Now there's no way out
>You would't dare to say it to her face, that you wanted that hot flank
>But then again... you wanted that hot flank
>Cursing your inner turmoil, you finish up on the newspaper you weren't reading
>Placing it down on the kitchen table, you reflect upon your life
>How did things get this depressing?
>The dorm is surprisingly quiet today
>Strolling over to your room, you find yourself lost in thought
>Spitfire was out doing some extra credit stuff
>You hope that 'extra credit' didn't have her bending over...
>Guess where your thoughts take you
>God damn boner
>Opening your journal, you sit down at your study table, hoping to take your mind off something else
 
>Day 1 in Heaven
>Met some talking horses (actually they're ponies) (seriously don't fuck it up)
>They all had wings but didn't have haloes?
>I didn't get one either
>This is strange
>Everyone (-thing?) (-pony?) was speaking in English
>Which is pretty weird, since the last time I checked, ponies didn't have vocal chords
>Maybe human heaven also combines with pony heaven?
>Back to the journal
>Later in the day, I met a big white pony
>Said it's name was 'Celestia'
>I realise all of them have tattoos on their flanks
>Hers was, as her name suggests, a sun
>Maybe it's a form of tribal ritual or a cultural phenomenon like how we have?
>I'll research more into it later
>Today was a weird day
>P.S Remember to thank a 'Ms.Sparkle' for this book
 
> You turn the pages over, to reveal more journal entries
 
>Day 8
>Realise writing 'in Heaven' after the days was stupid
>Did more research into this, 'Cutie Mark' thing
>Apparently these ponies get a mark that coincides with their destinies, or something
>The more important thing was, I'm in school now
>I literally died and went to school
>It was an academy that will 'teach you how to live like the rest of us'
>That was a quote from Sunbutt
>No fucking way I'll justify myself going back to school
>As if I didn't suffer enough of that down on earth
>Now I'm doing heaven school with these heaven ponies
>Today was frustrating
 
>Flipping more pages of your journal, you pick at random an entry
 
>Day 72 in Equestria
>Wow
>It took 72 days for one of these idiots to tell you that this isn't heaven
>It's 'Equestria' or some shit
>Equestria, like the horse, Equine?
>History lesson was a hoot, with all my objections and such
>They never heard of Neil Armstrong! Apparently sending a man to the moon for a few days couldn't compare to an princess being sent there for a thousand years
>And by 'sent', I meant 'banished'
>Yeah, fucking banished
>Moon isn't a goal that we can reach, oh not in this world
>It's a fucking prison in here
>But it sure answers some questions though
>Like, "Where the fuck is my halo?"
>Sigh
>I literally wrote 'sigh' to tell myself how fucked up this is
>Whatever, today was a bitch of a day
 
>Skipping a chunk of the pages of the journal, you end up in the more... sensitive part of your entries
>The meatballs to the spaghetti, if you will
 
>Day 157
>I don't know what to think anymore
>In all the time I've spent in this world, I've never thought of being in love
>Like, actual love
>Love with a talking multi-coloured pony, kind of love
>But when she walked into my dorm...
>The ponies might call it Equestria
>But on this day, I realise it was heaven all this time
>Because only heaven has angels like her
>Whenever I see her
>I'm at peace
>I just want to snuggle with her
>Embrace her
>Sex can come later
>I can wait
>As long as she's mine and I'm hers
>The world can crumble around us for all I care
>Today was beautiful
 
>The next 13 pages all say basically the same thing, with pictures of Spitfire clipped on, scribbles of love poems, and doodles of you and her hugging, flying through the air together, and...
>"Hey anon!"
>Gasping, you turn around to see Spitfire at the doorway
>The sudden shock causes the slamming of the book close, creating a satisfying 'thump' sound
>Holding back a snicker, she speaks
>"I- Is that what I think it is?"
"No, it isn't!"
>That was too quick of a reply
>"It is, isn't it? You have a diary!"
>Her laughter brings you back to 'that day'
"One, it's called a journal, and two, sh- shut up"
>"I can't believe you would keep something as girly as that! Let me guess, every page begins with 'Dear Diary'?"
"It begins with Day, then Number, actually...", you mutter
>"What was that?"
>She takes a step towards you
>Oh shit
>Grabbing the book, you clutch it upon your chest like a vice
>As far as your concerned, that book is your heart, and you ain't gonna let anybody know, least of all her
>Bolting the hell out of there, you push past Spitfire
>She stands there dazed at your actions, but then grins as you sprint further and further
>The chase has begun
 
>Running as fast as your legs can carry you, you run wherever you can
>Anywhere away from...
>"Oh anon~"
"Shit!"
>Deftly sidestepping over to the side, you barely dodge Spitfire's dive
>Years of watching the superbowl has trained you for this day
>Oh, and all that Track and Field you had to do the day after...
>Dammit, you can't think of those things!
>Emptying your thought improve your speed, and doing so allows you a brief burst of speed
>Followed by a feeling of weightlessness
>"Anon!"
"Stop following me!"
>"No seriously Anon! Whatever you do, don't look down!"
"Yeah, like I'm gonna fall for that ruse!"
>Instinctively looking down at her words, you realise you are standing on air
>Not cloud air, real transparent air
>You know, the one that can't support any weight
"Fucking Wile E. Coyote principle"
>A whooshing sound can be heard, followed by a whistle
 
>The rushing sound of air surges past your ears as you plummet straight down to earth
>Wait a minute...
>Earth!?
>So you weren't in Equestria, or Heaven, Cloudsdale or any other bullshit
>You were just on the clouds above Earth!
>Yeah that didn't sound too sane, did it?
>Sanity or not, you only have seconds to live now
>Wow, you are falling really slowly...
>You close your eyes, and listen to your demise
>Suddenly, the feeling of falling stops
>Opening just one eye nervously, you are greeted with an orange sparkle
"Spitfire?"
>"You know anon, sometimes I think you're falling for me"
>Spitfire is there cradling your body in her arms, like a baby
>A normal pegasi would struggle to carry 50 kilos, let alone you
>She makes it seem effortless
"Heh, yeah. How crazy would that be, right? Heh heh..."
>"Come on, let's get you back to the dorm"
>You let out a massive sigh of relief
>Falling 300 metres without a parachute knocks the wind out of anybody
>But not her
>Not your guardian angel
>"Before we leave however...
>She flips you upside down, and dangles you by your legs
"Spitfire! What the hell!?"
>"I want you to read you diary out to me"
>Gazing up at her eyes, you see her smiling the biggest shit-eating grin down at you
>You know what? Maybe this will turn out well
>Maybe she'll see how much you love her
>Maybe then you'll be together
>Being in her arms now, it makes you feel...
>Loved
>A vice-like feeling grips your chest
>It's your heart
>What you realise then wasn't the feeling of being loved
>It was that feel
>That feel when Spitfire doesn't love you back
 
End of Part 2