[AiE] Spitting Fire - Part 1

>An alarm rings out high above the clouds, on the outskirts of Cloudsdale
>A lazy hand drifts over the clock, draping itself over a button
>The alarm continues to annoy the occupants of the home
>A figure sits up from his bed, yawns, and stretches
>Then suddenly, the hand grabs the clock and throws it out the window, it ringing the whole time
>It's the start of a brand new day
>And you're already pissed

>"That's a new academy record!"
"Fuck off, Spitfire"
>"That time of month then, eh?"
>How does she even kno- ah whatever
>You've learnt not to question their apparent extensive human knowledge, even though you are the only one in existence here
>It's been months since coming to this universe of techni-coloured ponies
>The exact date however, you lost count
>Namely because of how many times you've been unconscious
>Damn pegasi and their hard skulls
>Speaking of head injuries, you've been living with Spitfire for a couple of weeks now
>Something to do with 'Team Assignments' strategy incorporated into the academy
>Living with her is tough
>She's brash, a braggart and doesn't understand the concept of private property
>Also she constantly blows things out of proportion
>And not to mention her stubbornness
>And her orange eyes that sparkle when she looks at you
>Those big, strong wings that can wrap around you in a passionate embrace, as she kisse-
>"Yo Anon, you alright?"
>Snapping back to reality, you give her a nod
"Yeah... yeah, just got some... things on my mind"
>"Yeah well, hurry up would'ya, I don't want to miss Track and Field day"
>Track and Field day?
>What Track and Fie- oh. Fuck
>Bolting straight out from bed, you scramble over the bedsheets like a dog digging up dirt
>Spitfire flies to the ceiling to avoid you, snickering at your panicked rush
>Throw all your gear over your shoulders as you rifle through the closet
>Dump them next to the bathroom door as you run through it
>Commence the shit, shower and shave process
>"Time's running out!", she says while holding back a giggle
>Cutting off the last strands of stubble, you hastily throw on your clothes
>Nearly break the door down as you run all the way to the Cloudsdale stadium
>Tired, panting and sweating, you arrive at the gates of the stadium
>Spitfire follows behind, with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face
"Wh- (puff) what are (pant) you smiling about?"
>On the verge of tears, Spitfire points to the sign beside you with the hoof that's not covering her mouth to prevent her from rupturing her sides
>Turning to read it, it says
Remember students: Track and Field day is tomorrow, don't be late or you will be sen-
"Motherfucker!"
>You didn't need to know anything else, anymore
>Because you already know 2 things;
>That Track and Field day is tomorrow
>And today is Spitfires funeral
>"Ahahahahaha!"
>Spitfire didn't hold back her laugh anymore, her screams of joy ringing out to the skies above stirring its occupants awake
"Come the fuck back here!
>And the anger that you're screaming out, frightens the shit out of them
>Spitfire hovers just out of reach, further infuriating you
"You better hope to whatever god you have that you don't drop a single fucking inch, or I will gut you!"
>"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try to even touch me!"
>The next hour or so passes with you swearing to kill Spitfire in 700 different ways with your bare hands, and with Spitfire laughing the whole time
>Eventually, her body tires from laughing and flying at the same time and she reduces altitude
>Noticing the drop in height, you jump up with all your strength to grab her
>Successfully grappling and tackling her down to the soft cloud floor, you and Spitfire tumble through cloud bushes and cloud rocks, shouting profanities at each other
>Both you and Spitfire finally stop rolling and come to rest with your hands still around Spitfires waist
>Her hot, heavy breath blows onto your face as you both pant for air
>Instead of a scowl just a few minutes ago, your face sports a goofy smile and a hearty laugh escape your lips
>Spitfire joins in with the laugh, but it's different than the mocking one you heard a few minutes ago
>It's much more... friendlier
>A feeling stirs in your chest, as your breathing synchronises with the rising and falling of Spitfire's
>Suddenly it dawns on you
>You realise what you have in your arms
>As she realises whose arms she's in
>The world goes silent, as you two embrace each other
>Lost in her deep, orange eyes, you dare not break the silence
>Time slows to a crawl, as she locks on to your eyes
>Her eyelids drop slowly, covering her eyes as her head slowly nears yours
>Your head rises to meet hers, as your lips quiver to touch another's
>"A-anon"
"What is it?"
>Feeling surprised at your disappointment when you stopped, you open your eyes to meet Spitfire's
>"I just wanted you to know that-"
>She slides her head in between her body and yours
>"Being like this with you now..."
>Her wings stretch to envelop your bodies together in a tight embrace
>"I know that we will be the best friends ever"
"Y-you too"

End of Part One