The Bomber and Intecepter share a bed for the night

>Blitz's ears perk up in response to the sudden touch to her back.
>She snaps her head toward whoever was behind her before she had a chance to wipe her eyes clean of tears.
>It was F-15pone.
>Stupid F-15pone.
"What do you want," she mumbled, trying to sound angry.
>The jet just gave her a soft smile and straightened himself up again.
>"A lady as fair as yourself shouldn't be alone on a Friday night such as this," he said in a smooth tone.
>Blitz tried to growl without choking on another sob.
"Don't you have some copter slut you should be balls deep in right now?"
>The jet frowned and put a hoof on his chest in mock offense.
>"You wound me," he hums.
>Blitz turned back around and huffed.
"Oh yeah? Well, why don't you fuck it and leave me alone."
>Blitz started to walk off, metal hooves clinking against the sidewalk.
>She was suddenly stopped by the jet, who was now in front of her again, looking a bit more contrite.
>"Blitz, it pains me to see you so alone."
"Oh yeah?" she immediately barked "And what about all of the other times I've been alone? What about all the times you went out with some slut and left me all alone?!"
>She might have said that last bit louder than she wanted to. It left him stunned, at least.
>"B-Blitz..."
>The A-10 stepped forward and pushed her muzzle up into his face.
"F-Fuck you, and fuck everyone else! In fact, why don't you all fuck each other, because you won't fuck the fat chick?!"
>Blitz was in full on tears now. She didn't care though. She's had enough for tonight.
>"Blitz, please, I-"
"Shut up! Just shut up!"
>The A-10 was barely getting her words out between the sobs.
>The other jet looked down at her with a sad expression. He hesitantly raised a foreleg to open up his chest.
>"Blitz...would you like a hug?"
>There was a moment of pause. The jet looking into her eyes with nothing but pity. Blitz looking up at him with cold rejection...which slowly melted into a somewhat more hesitant worry.
>He tips his planedora
>Then, just as quickly as her expression flashed into a warmer one, her demeanor suddenly changed back to it's defensive one.
>With a hard, heavy jab to the chest, the F-15 was sent stumbling back a few paces, hoof pressed against the stinging spot.
>Damn, she forgot how much of a punch she really packs.
"Suck a dick," she simply growls before moving around him and continuing to walk off toward her home.
>She shut her eyes and seethed.
>But again, the F-15 snuck around her again, putting a hoof to her chest to stop her cold.
>She snaps her head up with fire in her eyes.
>"Blitz, seriously, I'm not playing around here," he says quickly, though pained "Look, do you want to be lonely, or do you want to at least spend the night with a friend?"
>She growls loudly.
"Friend? That's a fucking laugh!"
>The jet grabs her shoulders and pulls her close enough, almost touching noses.
>"Look, I'm sorry I abandoned you so many times, ok? I always thought you had friends to hang out with, so...I didn't know I was- oph, fuck!"
>Another jab to his side stopped him short.
"Enough's enough, fuck head, next time, I beat you to a pump!"
>And with that, the A-10 kicked off the ground and made a slow start into the cool night sky.
>But the F-15 wasn't done yet.
>And fuck if he wasn't going to catch her in the air. Big mistake on her part.
>And so, mid grumble, Blitz was once again stopped by the ever so speedy jet, hovering just above her head...
>Blitz felt two hooves touch her hips and slow her down a bit. With a loud snarl, she turned onto her back, as it were, and looked up at the same mother fucker who just wouldn't leave her alone.
>"I left Skybreaker after I heard what she did to you!" he shouted over the rushing of wind "You shouldn't have to suffer through that alo-"
"Oh big fucking whoop!" Blitz shouted over him "You decided not to fuck a bitch tonight just for little old me!"
>"Blitz, listen to me!" he tried to shout before he realized he was about a second away from being tackled.
>Using his sleeker design, he easily out maneuvered the slow jet's rush, swerving around to get beneath her.
>She spun around with daggers in her eyes.
>"Blitz! Fucking calm down for a second, ok? I don't want to-"
>Another tackle. This time, with her much higher weight giving her more speed, successful.
>And, a few short feet to the ground later, the A-10 had him pinned down on the ground, straddling his midsection with a hoof raised.
>He just shut his eyes and braced himself just before the blow struck him across the face.
"Why are you trying so hard?!" she asked angrily.
>Her hoof then struck his chest, utterly knocking the wind out of him. Shit, this was a bad idea.
"Why aren't you just giving up on me yet?!"
>Her hoof came down on his chest again...but much softer this time. It could hardly be considered a punch.
>Then, just after a loud, choking sob, she sputtered out
"A-Aren't you afraid of me? D-Don't you want to run a-away?"
>She was just answered by a pained groan from the stallion.
>Maybe he was already done. Fuck, he could probably hardly stand at this point.
>She stood up off of him and backed off a bit, seeing that the two punches were enough to keep him down.
"...Why d-don't you just run away like you and all of the others usually do? B-Before I decide to...to really pound your ass...o-or something..."
>Blitz felt two hooves touch her hips and slow her down a bit. With a loud snarl, she turned onto her back, as it were, and looked up at the same mother fucker who just wouldn't leave her alone.
>"I left Skybreaker after I heard what she did to you!" he shouted over the rushing of wind "You shouldn't have to suffer through that alo-"
"Oh big fucking whoop!" Blitz shouted over him "You decided not to fuck a bitch tonight just for little old me!"
>"Blitz, listen to me!" he tried to shout before he realized he was about a second away from being tackled.
>Using his sleeker design, he easily out maneuvered the slow jet's rush, swerving around to get beneath her.
>She spun around with daggers in her eyes.
>"Blitz! Fucking calm down for a second, ok? I don't want to-"
>Another tackle. This time, with her much higher weight giving her more speed, successful.
>And, a few short feet to the ground later, the A-10 had him pinned down on the ground, straddling his midsection with a hoof raised.
>He just shut his eyes and braced himself just before the blow struck him across the face.
"Why are you trying so hard?!" she asked angrily.
>Her hoof then struck his chest, utterly knocking the wind out of him. Shit, this was a bad idea.
"Why aren't you just giving up on me yet?!"
>Her hoof came down on his chest again...but much softer this time. It could hardly be considered a punch.
>Then, just after a loud, choking sob, she sputtered out
"A-Aren't you afraid of me? D-Don't you want to run a-away?"
>She was just answered by a pained groan from the stallion.
>Maybe he was already done. Fuck, he could probably hardly stand at this point.
>She stood up off of him and backed off a bit, seeing that the two punches were enough to keep him down.
"...Why d-don't you just run away like you and all of the others usually do? B-Before I decide to...to really pound your ass...o-or something..."
>The A-10 got another groan in response. A louder, almost heartier one. She nearly sobbed again when she saw as, yet again, the F-15 didn't stay down.
>He got up on shaky legs and wobbled a bit until he got his balance. He slowly moved over to her once again.
>Blitz bore her teeth.
"Wh-What are you doing?"
>He was merely inches away again.
"St-Stop! I'm gunna...gunna..."
>Before she could finish that sentence, the jet leaned in and all but collapsed on top of her, wrapping his forelegs around her neck in a hug.
>He sighed deeply.
>Blitz stood there with the larger pony leaning against her for support. She tried to keep her breathing level.
>She...resisted a certain urge...not exactly one to punch him again this time..
>"Are you going to actually knock me out this time, Blizzy?" he said with a little chuckle "Or d-did you get it out of your...huph...system already?"
>The heavier jet trembled a bit. One part in rage, another part in... She tried to growl at him.
>He was bein a real fuckin weirdo. Why would such a flimsy asshole want to risk being punched again? It's almost as if he didn't mind being beaten up by her.
>God fucking damn it this was weird.
"What...What are you doing..."
>The jet chuckled.
>"I'm hugging you, silly, what does it look like...?"
>She could feel her muscles quivering a bit. And the hug was...well, it was warm...and he was touching her...and holding her close...
"Wh-Why are you such a fucking idiot," she murmured. "Are you looking for a death sentence?"
>The F-15 smiled and hummed "I don't know. Maybe I am~"
>Blitz huffed angrily again...and again...shaky chest...
>God fucking damn it.
>Hesitantly, she put a hoof around his shoulder...first just a simple grab..then a full on, one armed hug.
"Maybe later," she said shakily.
>The F-15 sighed deeply and lay his head back on the couch's backrest, looking like he just wanted to relax.
>Blitz told herself she would have kicked his ass again if he made a move. Probably.
>But...he looked like he was too tired to even try that anyway. Probably.
>But...well, she didn't exactly want to kick his ass again either. Especially when he scooted closer.
>In fact...shit, she didn't want to admit this...but she kinda wanted to go back to that hugging business.
>She probably shouldn't admit that so soon after punching his face either.
>But...still....
>She inched just a bit closer to him...maybe hoping he would get the message. Maybe even...hoping he wouldn't, and he would just leave in the next hour or two without touching her again.
>She wasn't quite sure.
>Mid thought, however, she felt something slide against her shoulder.
>Just a little grip of a hoof on her shoulder. Nothing too grabby or obviously accidental.
>A hoof definitely gripping her shoulder.
>She coughed and fidgeted a bit.
>He drew his hoof back.
>"Sorry, did I do something wrong?"
>Shit...god damn it.
>She hesitated a moment before shaking her head.
"It's...no, whatever, nothin, uh...just stretching."
>She stretched her forelegs.
>He gave a little smile and settled back down after she let her hooves down, putting his hoof back on her shoulder.
>She let out a little sigh.
>Maybe she'd have to be patient. Well...she didn't really need to have that hug. It'd just be...well...nice, she guessed.
>The more she thought about it, the more she thought of how stupid this was. Who was this jerk to just put his hooves all over her? It's not like he was...he was...
>His hoof slid down to her waist, gently pressing into her side to pull her against him.
>And gosh, was his chest warm, for a plane of his size.
>She hummed in a quiet tone, just barely audible.
>She was given a little chuckle in return.
>The F-15 rest his head against her own and hummed out as well.
>This was beginning to be too much for her. She thought. He was getting very close...and clingy. It didn't feel...well, it wasn't exactly...fuck...
>Blitz let out a tiny groan. Not a particularly annoyed groan.
>The F-15 perked up his ears.
>"Hm?"
>Again, Blitz just groaned.
>The F-15 gently stroked her side.
>"You wanna sit in my lap?"
>Blitz suddenly went wide eyed. Her ears standing on edge and her body going a bit stiffer.
>She leaned back to look up at him. He just had on a sincere smile. Nothing too suave or suggestive.
>Her eyebrows furrowed.
"I...n-..."
>Blitz looked away from him and puffed her cheeks out.
>After a bit, she nodded curtly towards the floor.
"Sure...don't...don't tell anyone, ok?"
>The F-15 hummed.
>"I promise."
>The A-10 glanced back towards the stallion.
>He still looked pretty sincere.
>She almost bit her lip.
>The F-15 spread his legs a bit to make a space in front of him.
>Blitz felt a little shudder travel up her spine.
"Y-Ya sure?"
>The F-15 nodded.
>"I'll die before I tell a soul."
>Blitz thought on it.
>Then...without a sound, she slowly shifted herself and scooted over into his lap.
>Now, with her back up against his warm chest, and his forelegs around her middle...she felt a bit of a tingle coming from her lower body. A bit like butterflies in the stomach.
>Actually, in this case, it'd be more accurate to say little quad copters in her fuel tank.
>But I digress.
>The two sat there on Blitz's couch, the A-10 feeling warmer than she was usually used to, and the F-15 breathing deeply with his forelegs wrapped around her middle.
>His head rested just on top of hers. Normally, she would have been annoyed at his blatant toying with her, but...she just didn't have it in her to get very angry.
>So, she lay back into his chest and let herself relax. She even let her eyes close and hum a bit. It was nice to have someone hugging her, feeling safe...like he was protec-...
>Like he was, uh...it felt nice in either case.
>She didn't let herself think too much on it and just cleared her mind, letting the warm embrace flood her conciousness.
>It worked pretty well too.
>The F-15 sighed again.
>"Heh...not to be rude...but it might be nice to put something on while we sit here...no?"
>Blitz groaned softly.
>"Heh, ya know...uh...while we're just sitting here, I mean."
>Blitz wiggled a bit to snuggle into him.
"You got me here. I'm not moving anymore."
>The F-15 squeezed her sides. "Aw, please?" he hummed "We could watch something nice while we snuggle...maybe have something nice and warm in our bellies...maybe even fall asleep like this...how does that sound~?"
>The somewhat shorter jet furrowed her eyebrows and groaned again.
"You better not be trying to dick me," she mumbled.
>The taller jet chuckled. "Can't a couple of friends sleep together without having sex first?"
>Blitz huffed a bit and hesitated for a few moments.
"....you make the food...and I'll think about letting you stay past midnight."
>The jet smiled warmly as Blitz inched just forward enough for him to wriggle out of.
>"Then you pick the movie," he said just before putting a little kiss on her cheek.
>Blitz went wide eyed, feeling a hot blush form on her cheeks.
>She scrunched up her muzzle and furrowed her eyebrows, turning around quickly to give him another jab.
>But he was already out of the room and clicking his way into her kitchen.
>She could feel herself breathing a bit harder...then feel emberassed.
>She crossed her forelegs and slumped down on the couch.
>She closed her eyes and waited on her old, beat up couch.
>After a little while, she could hear wood scraping against metal.
>She growled a little.
>Is he really going to start cooking for an hour?
>She stood back up and shuffled her way over to the kitchen lazily.
>She poked her head in and watched him as he stirred up something in a pan.
>He had a few other things pulled out and put on the counter to his side.
>She didn't even know she had half of that stuff in her cabinites still.
>The jet happily hummed a tune as he tossed in a few other things.
>Blitz made her way over and peered over his shoulder.
>He looked back at her and hummed.
>"Hm? What's wrong?"
>She huffed.
"What the fuck are you making? I thought you wanted a quick bite to eat."
>The F-15 frowned.
>"Oh, you wanted to eat sooner?" he asked a bit worriedly "I mean...yeah, I can start up some ramen if you wanted to eat right now."
>He moves his hoof to the oven's dial, but was stopped by another hoof.
>Blitz sniffed.
"I didn't say that. I asked what are you making."
>He hesitated a moment before clearing his throat.
>"Well...I thought it'd be nice to have some of the chicken you had in the fridge soaked in some JP-8. Maybe...some chopped onions and the frozen potato wedges to add to the sauce?"
>Blitz scrunched up her eyebrows.
"You're cooking with onion?"
>The jet smiled in amusement.
>"Don't you?"
>Blitz screwed her face up in frustration. Then dropped it and leaned against him.
"Whatever. Just...don't take too long, ok?"
>The jet smiled wide. "Don't worry, I'll make time for snuggling."
>Blitz, again, was about to grumble, but...something seemed to stop her.
>She nodded before turning around and moving back to the other room.
>About ten minutes roll by while Blitz sat on the now cold feeling couch. She struggled to keep those thoughts from returning as she waited. She didn't want to feel like this...weird and...well...vulnerable. But she did. And she almost liked it.
>She didn't want to like it. So she tried to push those thoughts to be back of her mind.
>Just as the jet's warm voice returned.
>"So, what are we watching?" the F-15 asked just as he rounded the corner.
>She grunted.
"Haven't decided yet."
>He stopped where he stood, relizing he was now standing next a little cabinet filled with movies.
>He stooped down to look at the titles.
>"How about...uh...SpiderLiner?"
>She shook her head.
>"Uh...what about a romance?"
>She grunted negatively.
>"Ok ok....uh..."
"Put on The 7th Division," she said in a hum.
>The jet scrunched his eyebrows.
>"The old WWII movie about planes getting ripped apart in war?"
>He could almost see Blitz smile.
"The ending's pretty great."
>The jet went silent. Then smirked.
>"Well then. Badassery and death it is."
>He took the box and put the movie into the player before moving back to sit next to the A-10.
>He put his foreleg around her middle. She didn't even make a motion to suggest resistance.
>The screen started showing some old adverts for other movies that premiered years ago, sometimes commenting on when they last saw each movie or which movies they liked.
>By the time the opening credits started rolling, Blitz was leaning into the jet's side, and letting herself get comfortable again.
>This was a really old movie, one where the opening credits lasted for about 15 minutes.
>So time passes by and, even before the movie got halfway through the actual introduction, a timer went off in the kitchen.
>"Oh, that's my cue," the F-15 said, once again getting up off the couch, and leaving the A-10.
>Fuck. It's like he doesn't even want to snuggle.
>Blitz grumbled to herself and lay down on the couch, putting her head where his body warmed the seat.
>It felt nice. For about a minute.
>The opening scene starts to play for a few minutes, not that Blitz really cared, she was hardly watching the movie at this point.
>The scene almost ends before he comes back into the room, one plate in his mouth, the other on a hoof.
>Fuck, whatever it was, it smelled good. To her, anyway, it would probably smell like crap to a normal pony.
>He set the plates down on the coffee table before sitting down on her other side.
>"Aw, you didn't pause it?"
>She huffed again, this time in amusement.
"Oh, calm down, it's just the boring bits."
>He took a couple seconds to lay down along side her, putting his body just behind her again.
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>"Well, I like the intro, for your information," he hummed softly as he wrapped his forelegs around her again.
>She smirked.
"First off, it's just words, you already know what they say. Second, how are you going to eat anything like this?"
>The jet chuckles.
>"Oh...we can just eat in a little bit. I don't mind letting them get a bit cool."
"You spent a lot of energy makin it," she groaned.
>He shrugged. "Well, then we'll eat when you want to eat."
>Blitz hesitated to say anything.
>"You wanna eat now?"
"...nah...later."
>She got a low hum in response, and a little nuzzle to the top of her head.
>She closed her eyes and just melted into the hug.
>The movie goes on in front of the two ponies on the couch.
>The first action scene starts to roll on up to the movie's focus.
>Normally, Blitz would be watching intently, making sure she watched all of the important details again so she could really enjoy the carnage.
>Tonigt, however, she didn't feel all that interested in the movie.
>You might say, her feelings were a bit wrapped up at the moment.
>She could hear the usual sound of gunfire and propellers whirring loudly, but with her eyes closed, she just lost track of what was going on.
>Not that she was trying.
>Instead, she was just relaxing and enjoying the comforting grip all around her.
>Every time she would scoot herself back a little, just enough to press into her snuggle buddy's chest, she would get another little squeeze in return, just tight enough to be comfortable.
>She felt like she really could sleep like this. Feeling nice and warm, having a comfortably soft body aganist her ( though, probably feeling hard and uncomfortable to normal ponies ), and having a lazy, gentle massage along various parts of her body when his careful hooves traced lines and circles along her hull.
>She most certainly lost track of the time. It really was so hard to remember how long you're snuggling when you're snuggling for so long.
>So, when she heard the soft cooing of her F-15...I mean the F-15, it was more of a surprise, especially as he said
>"Hey...movie's over. Heh, you want to eat now?"
>Blitz groggily opened her eyes to see the TV no longer even showing credits. She just snuggled into him again, not giving him an answer.
>He chuckled a bit and gave her belly a playful, slightly uncomfortable squeeze.
>"Come on, I'm hungry...please?"
>Blitz groaned a little.
"shudda thouta dat brfrr..." she mumbled.
>He kissed the top of her head.
>"I'll carry you to bed if you let me eat tonight," he hummed softly.
>Blitz smirked weakly and mumbled out again. In her tired mind, she quickly thought up something snarky to say.
"Yeah, and maybe you can lick me too."
>The heavy bomber could feel his hind legs curling up and squeezing her own a little, as well as his forehooves traveling just a bit lower down her crotch.
>"Hm...I suppose you make a good point..." he hums "I could just eat you up for dinner instead~"
>Blitz's eyes widened a bit more.
"Grrh, didn mrrn i' like tha', prvrt."
>She hoped she wasn't blushing...or that he could see if she was blushing.
>"Kidding, kidding," he said in a little giggle.
>The jet shuffled back a bit, rubbing his chest against her back as he slipped out from behind her, letting the cold rush back.
>He gave his legs a quick stretch before going up to the TV and turning it off.
>A moment later, he was sitting back down on the couch, next to her butt with one of the plates in a hoof.
>Blitz groaned and finally picked herself up, figuring it'd be best not to go hungry. Maybe.
>She leaned up against the F-15, putting her head on his shoulder.
>Without skipping a beat, he wrapped his foreleg around her waist and pulled her against him.
>She didn't bother eating whatever was on the plate in front of her. She frankly was too tired to have an appetite anyway.
"C'mon," she mumbled "le's...heh, let's get in bed and sleep."
>The F-15 swallowed another piece of cold stuff. "In a bit?"
>Blitz smiled wide and put a hoof on his thigh.
"Come on," she hummed "Don't you want to see what I look like in pajamas~?"
>The jet nearly choked on his mouthful.
>After a short bout of coughing, he looked down at her.
>"You sure? I mean, you were just goin on about-"
>Blitz put a hoof to his muzzle.
"Just bring me to bed."
>She had a mischevious smile on her face.
>F-15 hesitated for a few moments before he put his plate down.
>Without saying anything, he stooped down and gripped Blitz by her hindlegs and back before lifting her up out of the couch. He grunted a bit with the strain, but got her up.
>Sure, the F-15 wasn't out of shape by any stretch of the imagination. After all, he was air force.
>However, Blitz is a little bit heavier than the normal pony.
>Or the average plane pony.
>Or the average small car.
>So, Blitz wasn't very surprised to see her jet struggling to keep her off the couch. What did surprise her, however, was that he wasn't complaining at all. In fact, the whole way, step by shaky and slow step, he just concentrated on his breathing.
>She landed on her bed with a thud, the old springs squeaking in pain as they were crushed by her weight yet again.
>The F-15 landed shortly after, sighing heavily.
>Blitz was smiling wide, about to tease him about being so foolish...
>She decided to wait until he complained about it.
>Which was probably gunna be soon, she figured.
>The F-15 shuffled over to wrap a foreleg around her and lay his head on her shoulder.
>He huffed. "Heh...you wanna...ya know..."
>Blitz wrapped her forelegs around him.
"Maybe later," she hummed
>He looked up at her with a bit of confusion.
>"But...huph...you said...heh...you don't wanna do it?"
>Blitz smirked.
"Honestly, I just wanted to see you struggle."
>He looked up at her for a few seconds. Then dropped his head onto the pillows.
>"Ugh...really?"
>Blitz stuck her tongue out.
"Ah, shut it, you know you enjoyed the work out."
>The jet chuckled "Well, fuck you too, then."
>Blitz giggled a little bit and snuggled up to him again.
"Don't be a baby," she said "Didn't you tell me you were ok with not fuckin?"
>The F-15 hesitated. "...Well...I mean, you were leading me o-"
>Blitz kissed his cheek.
>The F-15 stopped talking and just stared at her. She smiled softly.
"How about we just get some sleep for now, ok? Let's talk about it tomorrow."
>The jet puased for a moment before nodding. "Promise me you won't beat around the bush?"
>Blitz gave him a playful jab to the arm.
"What do you think I am, a manipulative bitch?"
>He settled down and hummed. "I guess not."
>Blitz settled down herself and felt her tired body relax.
>"More like a crazy bitch with anger management issues."
>Blitz growled and promptly rewarded him with another jab to the side.
>"Haha! Ok ok, sorry!"
>It took a few seconds for Blitz to come around and smile too before she settled back down to sleep.
"Whatever."
>The F-15 hummed "Good night, bitch~"
>Blitz thought that would have set her off again. Bit it made her smile for some reason.
"Good night, faggot."