Spitfire, even when sitting her monumental rear end down on Vergel's floor, utterly dominated the living room. The human, now more or less eye-level with his guest, internally kicked himself for not preparing the pony a proper bed in advance, but in his defense, the leaflets that told him what was going to happen came only a week ago. Even if he had the money to do so, there was no way his house could have been refitted to accommodate his new guest in a week. Still, that didn't mean it wasn't awkward for a half-ton, ten-feet-tall pony woman to make herself home on what is essentially a pile of pillows and blankets haphazardly put together. "I'm sorry that I don't have anything else for you to rest on, Sgt. Spitfire. This is going to sound stupid, but I was kind of hoping that the air-force would provide more than rations for your stay. Saying it out loud - yeah, a giant bed coming off that truck wasn't going to happen." Spitfire rolled her eyes before, from the yawning valley between her massive breasts, fished out a book with a pudgy hand, and opened it up. "I, er...uh, well, if there anything that I should know about your daily routine so that I don't get in your way-"
"The formalities are pleasant, Mister Vader, but you don't have to call me 'sergeant' in your own home. One, because the right way to address me is 'captain.' and two because I'm semi-off-duty until they build the base south of your town. You can call me Spitfire." The master sergeant captain licked the tip of her thumb before turning to a page in her book - some Equestrian manual for aerial warfare, Vergel wondered? No, on closer inspection, it was just a serialized romance book 'A Bowl of Bittersweet Candy.' "And you don't need to worry about my' bed,' I've slept on worse. Honestly, I was half-expecting you were going to ask me to sleep in the yard - and you didn't, which is smart of you. Some of you humans have a hard time accepting the, um…' power dynamic' that's been established since we came to Earth. But call it a hunch, Vergel, if I can regard you like that, but I think the three of us will get along great with you."
"Well, uh... yes, they're are some folks out here in the country who are more 'stuck in their ways' to be polite. But hopefully not for long, now you're here along with your…" Vergel trailed off as his mind began to register what Spitfire had said. Suddenly, the human started to break out in a cold sweat as a wave of apprehension shook his body. The massive pony he was accommodating failed to notice her host's sentence slowing to a stop, eyes firmly locked on her book. "Wait, what do you mean by 'the three of us'?" Vergel blinked and swallowed a lump of saliva, hoping that it was only a slip of the mare's tongue. The inquiry managed to get Spitfire to make eye contact with her host for the first time since she opened her novella, noticing the human's out-of-the-blue anxiety.
"...what do you mean 'what do you mean'?" She asked, shutting her book closed with an audible smack before depositing the saucy literature back into the ravine of her breast-fat.
"I mean, not to sound rude, but the leaflet that came a week ago said that I was selected to host an Air Force Officer. One officer, singular. I'm happy to help, but this house was never built to hold 'the established power dynamic.' To this, the half-ton weighing equine snorted with mild annoyance,
"Well, that's hardly our fault. It seems like the original architect is to blame." She dismissed the complaint casually. "And at the bottom of the leaflet, it's clearly stated that some officers require an on-site entourage to accompany them. And, well, I'm one of them."
"But…" Vergel swiveled his head around, imagining the already too-small living room filled in with even more of these dominating, intimidating creatures. Hospitality is all well and good, but there's only so much the house can hold! Spitfire, easing her expression as she realized the mild panic that must be going through the human's head, let out a sigh and shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Vergel, I know this is unexpected, but this isn't an ideal situation on our part, either. Equestria is asking a lot of you, but you have to do your part like everyone else." Spitfire tried to comfort the human who was worried about the future of the house he was living in. She looked over to her left shoulder and grimaced - there was a bit of drywall dust clinging to her suit. Brushing it off, she lifted her frame off from the makeshift bed Vergel had made for her, looming over her host the least menacing way she could. "And we're not that bad of company to be around, you know? Yes, there will be some 'accidents' in the future as long as we're here, but we're not ungrateful. If it helps, you'll be compensated for the damages that might - no, will occur."
"No, no, I mean, I'm sure that...I mean - ugh!" Vergel clasped his face in his hands for a moment and stifled a shout. "I'm sure that there very nice people, and I'm more than happy to serve the Equestrian government, but...could you at least tell me about them before they get here?" He unclasped his face and looked up to Spitfire with tired eyes, to which the massive mare bit down on her lower lip gently.
"...well, I should probably tell you that one of them is bigger than me..."
Who else will be staying?
1. Rainbow Dash And Soarin
2. Fleetfoot And Thunderlane
3. jdsdDFSs and 8654794
"The formalities are pleasant, Mister Vader, but you don't have to call me 'sergeant' in your own home. One, because the right way to address me is 'captain.' and two because I'm semi-off-duty until they build the base south of your town. You can call me Spitfire." The master sergeant captain licked the tip of her thumb before turning to a page in her book - some Equestrian manual for aerial warfare, Vergel wondered? No, on closer inspection, it was just a serialized romance book 'A Bowl of Bittersweet Candy.' "And you don't need to worry about my' bed,' I've slept on worse. Honestly, I was half-expecting you were going to ask me to sleep in the yard - and you didn't, which is smart of you. Some of you humans have a hard time accepting the, um…' power dynamic' that's been established since we came to Earth. But call it a hunch, Vergel, if I can regard you like that, but I think the three of us will get along great with you."
"Well, uh... yes, they're are some folks out here in the country who are more 'stuck in their ways' to be polite. But hopefully not for long, now you're here along with your…" Vergel trailed off as his mind began to register what Spitfire had said. Suddenly, the human started to break out in a cold sweat as a wave of apprehension shook his body. The massive pony he was accommodating failed to notice her host's sentence slowing to a stop, eyes firmly locked on her book. "Wait, what do you mean by 'the three of us'?" Vergel blinked and swallowed a lump of saliva, hoping that it was only a slip of the mare's tongue. The inquiry managed to get Spitfire to make eye contact with her host for the first time since she opened her novella, noticing the human's out-of-the-blue anxiety.
"...what do you mean 'what do you mean'?" She asked, shutting her book closed with an audible smack before depositing the saucy literature back into the ravine of her breast-fat.
"I mean, not to sound rude, but the leaflet that came a week ago said that I was selected to host an Air Force Officer. One officer, singular. I'm happy to help, but this house was never built to hold 'the established power dynamic.' To this, the half-ton weighing equine snorted with mild annoyance,
"Well, that's hardly our fault. It seems like the original architect is to blame." She dismissed the complaint casually. "And at the bottom of the leaflet, it's clearly stated that some officers require an on-site entourage to accompany them. And, well, I'm one of them."
"But…" Vergel swiveled his head around, imagining the already too-small living room filled in with even more of these dominating, intimidating creatures. Hospitality is all well and good, but there's only so much the house can hold! Spitfire, easing her expression as she realized the mild panic that must be going through the human's head, let out a sigh and shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Vergel, I know this is unexpected, but this isn't an ideal situation on our part, either. Equestria is asking a lot of you, but you have to do your part like everyone else." Spitfire tried to comfort the human who was worried about the future of the house he was living in. She looked over to her left shoulder and grimaced - there was a bit of drywall dust clinging to her suit. Brushing it off, she lifted her frame off from the makeshift bed Vergel had made for her, looming over her host the least menacing way she could. "And we're not that bad of company to be around, you know? Yes, there will be some 'accidents' in the future as long as we're here, but we're not ungrateful. If it helps, you'll be compensated for the damages that might - no, will occur."
"No, no, I mean, I'm sure that...I mean - ugh!" Vergel clasped his face in his hands for a moment and stifled a shout. "I'm sure that there very nice people, and I'm more than happy to serve the Equestrian government, but...could you at least tell me about them before they get here?" He unclasped his face and looked up to Spitfire with tired eyes, to which the massive mare bit down on her lower lip gently.
"...well, I should probably tell you that one of them is bigger than me..."
Who else will be staying?
1. Rainbow Dash And Soarin
2. Fleetfoot And Thunderlane
3. jdsdDFSs and 8654794
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