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One year later.

The atmosphere was jubilant. Fireworks lit up the sky. Another season come and gone. For Jett however it was only his second with the team.

He sighed and gripped his cane and pulled himself to his feet. A group of figures streaked by, painting the sky with nebulous clouds of all colors. Though there were some repeats, one shade of orange he distinctly recognized.

This show was particularly special. Not only was it the last show of the season commemorating the defeat of the Changelings, rescheduled several times due to weather, but it was also scheduled on what Spitfire had considered to be her and Jett’s anniversary.

Jett stood up upon a hill just outside of Canterlot near a tree watching the performance from afar. Countless times being bothered by the paparazzi caused him to develop a distinct hatred of them. Dane had learned to love the attention and the paparazzi had learned to avoid Gin unless they wanted a few black eyes. Recently he took it upon himself to avoid the stadiums all together and to find a quieter place to view the shows. His oculars could easily compensate for the distance while his auditory processors could cut through the noise to hear anything important.

Now 18 years old to anyone looking at him who didn’t know otherwise, he’d undergone some changes. Most of them a result of his relationship with Spitfire. He still carried and used his cane, his systems still slowly repairing his damaged leg.

To compensate for his loss of mobility as well as a few other diminished abilities, a few implants were installed in and along his body. One most noticeable one was the use of a small powered exoskeleton attached to his leg. Small in size to the point where it could be worn under a pant leg without being noticed, it was loaded with multiple sensors, stabilizers, and other pieces of tech build by the android that gave the illusion that he wasn’t injured at all. The only real downside that came with it was that it had a limited battery life and thus was only used sparingly. A small implant just behind his ear controlled it. Others worked to reinforce his systems and exoskeleton. Still, his leg was a job that was requiring more and more resources to complete.

Still, having Spitfire with him was more than enough. His view of the show was interrupted by a sound of crunching leaves behind him. He turned.

Nightshade approached. She looked healthy enough since he last saw her. Better in fact. She had certainly fared better than he did.

His face contorted into a maniacal wide grin and his hand approached the implant behind his ear. A light beeping signaled the activation of the exoskeleton. He tossed his cane away as he prepared for conflict.

Nightshade panicked slightly and raised her hands.

“I’m not here for a fight!” she said quickly, “I’m just here to talk!”

He scowled, “Oh that’s ironic. See, last time I wanted to talk… things didn’t go so well. How did you find me?”

Nightshade sighed and pulled her sunglasses off her head, “Spitfire told me.”

He scowled even more and took a step towards her, “Oh really?”

“Yes. Spitfire told me. If you must know I agreed to a few things before she would even let me talk to you.”

He cracked his neck, “Such as?”

“Such as if I even attempted to hurt you she would cut me out of her life permanently. That’s just part of it. Believe me, she wasn’t keen about this either.”

“The last time we ‘talked’ it ended badly for me.”

“I wouldn’t say that. You got Spitfire.”

“That wasn’t what I was talking about. Me ‘getting her’ and the gala are independent of each other.”

She sighed, “What do you mean?”

“You broke me! I have to use a cane to walk now. Even now I’m on a limited battery of only a few hours before I’m back to being crippled.”

She frowned, for a brief moment, a look of shame crossed her face, “I’m sorry. I know what I did to you.”

“I don’t think you do,” he frowned turning his back on her and walking towards the tree and staring back at the stadium, “Every second I spend with your sister is like an endless euphoria. And yet, we’re still from two different worlds. It was bad enough before.”

“What do you mean?”

“I would have given anything to be able to fly unassisted with her. Now… I would give anything just to be able to walk next to her knowing I’m not holding her back. Your sister is literally the best thing that has EVER happened to me. And it pains me to know that I’m a dead weight compared to her. Do you know what it’s like to look at the person you love most in life and knowing that you’re doing nothing but holding her back?”

Nightshade looked down.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, “For everything.”

“You know, I considered leaving the Wonderbolts a while ago. Maybe work at a university or something more suited to what I’m currently capable of. I still think about it sometimes and sometimes I still do want to leave. But I don’t because I know if I did it would break her heart. I can’t even begin to bring myself to do that. But… that’s enough about me. What did YOU want to talk to ME about?”

Nightshade turned, “I see now what you mean to her. I see how happy you make her and how happy she makes you. I see how angry she still is at me for hurting you like I did. You’re really important to her. And… I guess I can respect that. I came here to apologize. For everything.”

“It’s been over a year since then. Why now?” The android asked tapping the implant behind his ear and gripping his cane.

She frowned, “I can’t tell you. She… she made me promise not to tell you. But… I don’t want there to be any bad blood between us.”

…

“I can forgive you for crippling me. Hell I may even accept your apology, but the one thing I won’t accept is you ever thinking that I would ever hurt your sister.”

“Please don’t take this the wrong way but… why?”

“Why? Because the idea of me hurting her makes it seem like she’s less than the most important thing in my entire life; which she’s not. I’ve almost died twice keeping her safe and I’d do it again in a nanosecond. Plus… she gave me a second chance that I never knew I needed. And I’m thankful for that.”

He stared off at the stadium. Nightshade stood in silence.

“I’ll think about it,” he said gripping his cane and sauntering off down the hill.

“Okay.”

***

Spitfire emerged out of one of the Stadium’s back entrances. None of the paparazzi knew about this place so exiting was a breeze. The rest of the team was taking similar discrete routes out before heading home.

Now 19 years old, very little about her appearance had changed. Her body was more toned now that she had successfully worked herself back into her peak shape that she’d sort of been lax on maintaining in her adventures in Sol. Her hair was still its signature flame, her wings their vibrant orange. Yet still, she glowed with a happiness never before seen in previous years. No longer did the media follow her mildly drunken exploits no longer was she lost looking for that one thing in all the wrong places. She finally had it ALL.

She walked towards the parking lot where her custom made car was waiting for her. No brand marked it. Only a silvery signature of its maker.

Jett was waiting for her.

Spitfire smiled, “Hey there robot boy.”

Jett turned, “Did you send your sister up to find me today?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because she wanted to apologize and said you had something to do with it.”

Her tone changed, “I may have.”

“Why?”

Spitfire sighed, “She came to me. Long story short she said she wanted to apologize for hurting you.”

“For hurting me? Spitfire, I may never walk normally again because of her. ‘Hurting me’ may be a little bit of an understatement here.”

“Believe me, I know that. I didn’t let her go up there lightly.”

“What did you tell her?”

“That if she did anything to hurt you, even if she so much as poked you the wrong way, I would remove her from my life forever as well as break her wings.”

“I see…” he frowned.

“Well? What did you say?”

“I said I would think about it. She said also that you made her promise not to tell me something.”

Spitfire blinked, “Sorry, but for now, that’s between me and her.”

“Alright.”

“Well don’t let that sour the mood,” she said helping him into the passenger seat of her car, “It is our one year after all.”

Jett cocked his head, “Are anniversaries as important to you people here as they were back home?”

“Well, yeah why do you ask?” Spitfire said climbing into the driver’s seat, “They’re supposed to be a celebration of how long a couple has been together and of things to come. Why?”

“Just wondering,” Jett said, “You seemed particularly upset about working on our anniversary. More so than a normal human woman.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Spitfire turned.

“What? You’re not a normal person. Even here you’re not normal. I wouldn’t just fall in love with any normal girl.”

She cracked a smile as she pulled the car out of the parking lot, “You know just what buttons to push.”

“You figured mine way before I figured yours. And considering it is our anniversary, I took the liberty to get you something.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you. You know when I first met you two years ago I never would have guessed you had such a sappy side to you.”

“And I never would have guessed that girl who socked me in the face that first day would be my girlfriend now.”

“C'est la vie.”

They pulled into the HQ. Spitfire helped him out of the car into the main building. They sat down at a table in the cafeteria.

“Alright, so waddja get me?” Spitfire asked.

“Oh, that. I, uh, well, when we first got together you gave me one of your feathers,” Jett said holding up his wrist.

“Mmm hmmm,” Spitfire nodded.

“Well, I worked out something similar,” he said removing a long black box from his pocket and placing it on the table. Spitfire grinned.

“You know how I like gifts.”

She gripped the box and opened it. Inside was a modern, high tech computer chip attached to a necklace. It glowed blue. In the center of the chip was diamond shaped opening. Blue light glowed through the opening. The chip itself shinned with an almost bejeweled like quality. Spitfire put a hand over her heart.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed.

“It’s modeled off one of the memory chips that make up my brain,” Jett said, “That opening in the center is where all the magic happens. Data is stored on it but it gets expressed right there; in the heart.”

“Poetic almost.”

“A few crystals and other gems went into it to make it but… it’s what’s on it that’s important.”

“There’s something on it?” She asked.

“Yeah,” Jett smiled, “On that chip is a copy of every single memory, up until the moment I made the chip, I have of you. If you’d like, I can update it every few months or so.”

She broke out in a wide grin, “It’s perfect.”

“Well, I figured that you gave me a little piece of you so I figured I could do the same for you.”

“I love you so much, you know that?”

“Every time we touch.”

She removed the necklace from the box and placed it around her neck. It did have a certain weight to it but nothing that was unbearable. In time, she would come to love it and feel a sense of loss whenever it was removed.

She leaned over and kissed him. That familiar electricity flowed between them as those pleasant tingles shot down her spine. If this was heaven and she was dead she wouldn’t even care. She felt too good for it to even matter…

***

One Month Later.

“Dane I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Spitfire said playing with her necklace, “I can’t take another five days of this! I’m gonna climb the walls!”

“Really?” he asked yawning, “After all this time you still haven’t done it?”

“…No… He said he wasn’t ready for us to go to that part of our relationship. I’ve always dealt with those more than monthly urges but… it’s REALLY bad this time.”

“How bad?”

“Like, I’ve been trying to avoid seeing him just so I don’t lose control bad. I mean… I REALLY want to do it with him but… I’m not gonna force him into something he doesn’t want to do.”

“Well why don’t you just-”

“Hey Spitfire?” a voice called. Jett.

“Oh crap it’s him! Uh, I uh, tell him I went into town to get something okay? Bye!”

She stood up from the table and ran out the door just as a certain black haired android limped through the door.

“Hey Dane, you seen Spitfire?” he asked walking over to the table and sitting down at it, leaning his cane against the side.

“Dude, it’s not my job to keep track of your girlfriend.”

“Geez, calm down asshole. Just asking if you’ve seen her. I wanted to talk to her about something at all.”

Dane perked up, “What did you want to talk to her about?”

“None of your business. Just trying to find her is all but it seems like she’s been avoiding me all day.”

“Hmmm…”

“Damn…”

“Well, uh, I know that she definitely didn’t tell me that she was going into town today,” Dane said off hand.

Jett grinned, “Thanks.”

“What? I didn’t tell you anything,” he shrugged.

Jett hurried out the door. Some of the Wonderbolts’ cars were still here; all build by Jett and Dane, and others were gone. Including Spitfire’s.

“Damn I should get around to building one,” Jett sighed. He knew Spitfire pretty well and had an idea of where she would run off to at a time like this.

But it would still take a while to get to. On the other hand… he could just tap that implant behind his ear and get there faster. But the implant was still for emergencies. He could walk.

***

An hour or so later he’d made it into the city. In that time he’d been asked for his autograph three times, had his picture taken with people twice and been harassed by the paparazzi four times. Each time he had to pull some kind of trick to drive them off be it from letting out a hypersonic screech that shattered their camera lenses as well as a few windows to simply cloaking himself when they first showed up.

This would make number five. Cameras flashed all around him as questions were hurled at him regarding Spitfire, the Wonderbolts, or him and his technology. This time he felt he would get creative.

He stopped, sighed, and tapped the implant just behind his ear while simultaneously tapping a button on his cane. Instantly the cane shrunk down to just the handle as a pair of blades flipped out of the body. His prosthetic opened up and his original bladed weapon flew up.

Needless to say, they left rather quickly. He grinned and returned his cane and arm to normal and continued walking. He approached the shipyard where the Wonderbolts Yacht was kept. He glanced up at the airship. Sure enough, a slight flame was peeking over the side of the boat. Jett smiled as he slowly walked up the gangplank onto the ship.

“I missed you today,” he said as he stepped onto the boat. He heard her gasp and saw her jump slightly before slowly turning around.

“Hey there Robot boy,” she said.

“You mind me asking why you’ve been avoiding me all day?” he asked. He cocked his head. Something wasn’t right here. Her face had a visible blush on it, she appeared to be a bit uncomfortable standing there just staring at him. She twitched slightly.

“I, well, uh, um, really it was…”

Suddenly she rushed forward and tackled him to the deck and pinning him there on his back. She leaned down and their lips connected. The lovely familiar electricity flowed between them. Spitfire’s wings fluttered in delight. She moaned delightfully as her tongue slipped inside his mouth as she enjoyed his sweet taste as they began their dance. Jett’s eyes widened with surprise before he fell in.

No one had ever kissed her like this. But then again no one had ever made her feel like this before. She shuddered with delight as she felt his tongue push hers and bring the fight back to her side.

She moaned as she felt his fingers trailing across her back. She kissed him back with a passion that surpassed even her love for flight. She wanted him sooo badly right now. She felt the familiar fire beginning to burn inside her. Her love combined with her lust and soon all she was focusing on was the kiss. All her energy, all her focus, all her attention was on the object beneath her. He was all that mattered to her now.

Finally she pulled away from him, panting heavily. His eyes were wide as he breathed with her. Her large orange eyes focused on his. Her look said it all but she felt an accompanying statement would help.

“Please?” she asked like a girl who wanted that one thing on that top shelf of the toy store.

Jett laughed, “So that’s what this was all about.”

“Yes, that is why I’ve been avoiding you all day. I’m in heat and… now that I have a boyfriend it’s getting really hard to control.”

“So you were avoiding me all day because of it?”

“Yes. I didn’t want to force you into anything you didn’t want to do while I was hyped up on hormones,” she sighed.

Jett looked around nervously, “Do you really want this?”

She glanced over before breathing heavily, “Yes…”

“Can I just ask you one question before I decide?”

“Anything.”

“Would it change anything between us if we never ever did it at all? Would your feelings change?”

Spitfire’s face contorted to a scowl, “What the fuck are you talking about?! Of course NOT! Are you fucking crazy? I LOVE you. Last time I checked, sex wasn’t necessary for that. Though I would REALLY like to be your girl now and forever in that manner, if YOU don’t want to then I won’t and I would learn to live with it. I already have the best lover and friend in the entire universe. I’m lucky enough without the other stuff. I won’t lie to you and say I really wanna fuck your brains out right now and that I find you sooo appealing but… sex isn’t the only thing in a relationship you know. It’s not like it’s the set destination that you HAVE to get to. What I feel when I’m with you beats everything else I’ve ever experienced. So if you don’t want to… then I’m fine with that. I love you too much to let that get in the way of it.”

She sighed, “But if you don’t want to then I’ll respect that.”

Jett sat up, “Well, that’s kinda why I was looking for you. I never said I didn’t want to…”

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree, “What?”

“I said that I never said that I didn’t want to… You would be my first though,” he grinned, “And I figured since you’ve been so patient that I would do something special for you.”

She broke out in a wide grin, “Really? You would… want to do that? With me?”

“You are the one I’m dating aren’t you?”

“But… It’s that time and I really don’t want to get pregnant and-”

Jett gave her a look, “I can’t GET you pregnant you silly girl.”

Her grin widened but sank again, “But what about your leg?”

He rolled up his pant leg. A metallic support ran up his leg, pulsing with energy.

“I have it jury rigged to an implant just behind my ear. Couldn’t get it to interface with my systems yet but I’m working on it. But right now it has a four hour battery when activated.”

Her wings fluttered at that and her smile and blush intensified as she hungrily ran her gaze up his body.

“I fucking love you my little Robot Boy,” she purred before leaning in and kissing him again.

“You know the word robot originated from a Czech word meaning slave,” he grinned, “Is that what you want? A slave boy?”

“Are you down for getting kinky like that?” She liked her lips pulling him to his feet.

Jett grinned and leaned in close, “Girl you don’t even have a clue. I can show you things, hell do things with you that you would be impossible with anyone else. I can guarantee it.”

Her blush deepened, “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean… I don’t want to pressure you into doing it if you don’t want to.”

“I’m sure. This is what I wanted to talk to you about. Are you sure you're ready for this? I mean… I am a machine.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I want this,” she moaned.

“Well then go get the car because I’m not walking all the way back to base again,” he said gripping his cane standing up. Spitfire smiled and hurried after him, helping him down the gangplank and over towards the parking lot.

She was sooo excited, both figuratively and literally. Finally he was ready! And she was ready to completely dominate him. In a few minutes, her wildest fantasies would become a reality.

***

A Few Hours Later.

After getting delayed a bit after getting back to base, much to Spitfire’s chagrin and frustration, she and Jett were finally alone.

When they had first gotten back to base, some of their other friends were back and wanted to go see a movie with them, having already bought the tickets they couldn’t really say no. After that they all wanted to get some dinner together before going off to do other stuff. Jett and Spitfire stuck around for dinner before quickly heading back to the emptied out base.

Spitfire growled and slammed Jett back against the wall, before passionately kissing him. She moaned as her tongue danced with his. She stripped her jacket off and threw it to the floor as Jett removed his sweatshirt and discarded it.

“Oh yes…” Spitfire moaned, “I’ve been waiting for this for sooo long.”

“I know you have,” He grinned, pulling off his shirt and tossing his cane away. He started working on his boots.

She pulled off tank top off exposing her black sports bra underneath. Her shoes were already discarded at the door and she began working on her pants. She pulled her jeans off and tossed them at her lover and laughed.

“Ha ha,” Jett said beneath the fabric. Spitfire heard a beep and soon her jeans were thrown back at her. Jett’s implant was active allowing him to stand unassisted. Spitfire blushed as she felt his eyes run up and down her body.

“Whoa,” he breathed.

“You finally gonna answer that age old question cow boy?” She grinned flexing her wings as she gave him a sultry look.

“What question?” He asked.

“Like what you see?”

Jett grinned hungrily, “Fuck yeah I do. And best of all, you’re all mine now.”

Her body was something to look at. Her athletic life style gave her a figure that was the envy and desire of many. Her proportions were perfect and her skin tone was perfectly even. No tan lines. She had a few scars along her body but nothing that took away from her figure. Jett thought they added more character to her body. Certainly he had his fair share of scars. In his eyes and in many others, she was the perfect girl. Both physically and personality wise.

Spitfire grinned back and seductively walked towards him. She watched as a blush flew across his face as her eyes began running up and down his body. His body was certainly different than most he’d ever seen. He wasn’t overly muscled like most of the guys she’d dated. When she first met him he’d been a little skinny but over time he’d developed a little bit of a build. Perfect for her. He had energy lines that ran up his body in blue circuits that pulsed. And then there was his arm. The gun metal surface shinned in the moonlight. Yeah, he was unique, different even, but he was perfect. And he was all hers.

She noticed he still had his jeans on. She would rectify that soon enough. She saw him start to back up towards her bed. She grinned and licked her lips. She could begin to feel her wings stiffen and her feathers ruffle slightly. There was a slight wet spot on her panties but she didn’t care. Her eyes focused on the object of her affection, lust, and love.

With a seductive growl she pushed him onto her bed and began working on the back of her bra.

“Come on Jett,” she purred, “Take a girl for a ride…”