Title: F-35 plane pony anon and Blitz Author: PlanePonyStories Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/J0VQC6UF First Edit: Sunday 28th of December 2014 02:10:09 AM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Sunday 28th of December 2014 02:12:06 AM CDT >You are a F-35 plane pony named Razorback. >The airport bar has been a lively night. >First, a drunken IL-2 and an F4 Phantom had gotten in a shooting contest, and the drunkard won. >Second, there is currently a heated argument between a cute lookin' A-10 and a Spitfire. >"You may be jet powered, but I'm a thousand times more beautiful than you." said the Spitfire. >"I told you to fuck off earlier, slowpoke. Beat it if you think that looks and maneuverability beats speed." retorted the A-10. >"I don't think you can handle a single 20mm rou-" said the Spitfire as it got a swift punch to the face by the A-10, knocking her clean out. >No one around did anything about it, because it was a usual happening. >You like that A-10. >You then decide to make your move. >You dart to the seat right beside the A-10 and sit in it. "Hey babe, how's bout we refuel in the hanger down the strip?" you say. >She looks at you, gives you the pony equivalent of flipping someone off, and leaves. >Maybe you'll try again tomorrow.   >It's the next day, and you are flying around with your Yak-9T friend, Ivan. >"Is good day, yes? Maybe we should have shooting contest like men and not babies!" "Sorry old man, but I'm gonna try and hook up with that cute lookin' A-10 from the bar yesterday." >"Woman? Oh, da. Go on, then! Make move!" Ivan said. >He then fires his 37mm cannon once to make a point. >"Go faster than bullet to get all pussy! Move!" he says, causing you to wave at him while you're flying away, off to looking for the A-10. >A few minutes pass as you land on the Airstrip, and then you trot to the bar in hopes of finding that girl there first. >Luckily enough, you saw her sitting alone at a back table, grumbling to herself. >Seeing this as a perfect opportunity to get brownie points with her, you then sit by her. "What's botherin' ya?" you say, hoping to get something out of her. >"My gun jammed when I showed it off to friends, and now I feel pretty fuckin' shitty because this shit hurts." she says, apparently not remembering you from yesterday. >She then gets her gun out and spins it, sighing because she can't fire it. "I know a way to fix that. I've done it several times to my own cannon, how hard can it be to fix a GAU-8?" you say, hoping for something. >She perks up and looks at you with a wicked smile. >"Really? Holy.. I've had to wait for a while for the technicians to get their asses over here every time it happened! What's your name, cutey?" she said. >Patting yourself on you back mentally, you smile. "Name's Razorback."   >You and the chick went to your hangar to fix her gun. >You get out some WD-40 and some tools and begin to work. >You've spent 30 minutes of pain, way faster than you thought you would have finished, trying to get the now-named A-10, Blitz, gun unjammed. "All.. right.. just one more spray and... done! Try it out! >Blitz nods and test fires at your wall, not like you care, and gleams with joy. "Holy shit! It worked!" >You succeeded and you let out a deep breath quickly. "It's all fixed! Enjoy yourself, Miss Blit- MMPH!" >She kissed you deep and passionately, catching you off guard. >God damn, she must take her gun waaay personally. >"You and me, that last hangar over at the end of the strip, tonight." she says before speeding off to do girl pony plane stuff. >You sit there and blush for 10 minutes after she left. >You think to yourself, 'Shit son. I'm gettin' laid.'   >Later that evening, you are hanging out with a P-26 and your friend, Ivan. >"I tell you kids what! These damn modern planes and their damn cannons.. why, back in the day, when I was in the war, all you needed was one 7mm machine gun! Took down planes easy!" he rambled on and on about how kids these days are. >Your friend seemed to listen to him, but that's probably because he is from a relatively close time period to him. >You, on the other hand, are waiting for the night to come so you can "refuel" with the cute chick. >You then notice her come in and sit at a table nearby with other girl jets. >She then looks at you and winks seductively. >You think you can feel the room getting hotter. >You wave awkwardly and turn around to chat with your own homies. >The IL-2, the one who won the contest, is now sitting at the table. >"Older man, you are funny to me! Tell me more." says the IL-2. >The P-26 obliges and rambles on some more.   -   >It's time. >The time that you get to fuck a bitch tonight. >You make your way to the hangar to find that no one is in there. >You hear the door slowly shutting behind you as something else comes in. >The lights turn on to reveal Blitz laying down, looking at you with bedroom eyes. >"Boy, do I need refueling. Wouldya mind.. sharing some with me?" she says. "Hell yes." you say, and dive in.   -   >You and the A-10 are cuddling on the floor that's covered in jet fuel and bullet shells. >"Shit, you know how to make a woman feel good. We should do this another time, but for now, I'm tired from all that rutting." Blitz said. >You nod and snuggle her tighter, letting the onset of sleep settle in. >Right when you close your eyes, you hear a whole clip of a 37mm cannon unload in the hangar. >You and Blitz immediately get up and look at the area where it came from, aiming your guns at it. >You see Ivan quivering there.   -   >You are a Yakovlev 9T named Ivan, and holy shit, you have just seen some hot shit.   End   Source: https://archive.moe/mlp/thread/17458607/#17464391