I woke up and saw nothing but the blue sky above me. It was refreshing to find that I was starting outside for once. But, something didn't feel right.

The ground I laid on didn't feel like grass, and the clouds above me whizzed by at an incredibly fast pace. And they all seemed much closer to me than normal. To top it off, I could hear the muffled roar of an engine, which was strange.

“What the?” I heard a voice say. Looking to my right, I saw a giant woman in pilot's gear. She was sitting in a seat in a cramped space, surrounded by buttons, switches, and other things like that. It then occurred to me where I was.

I was inside the cockpit of a jet.

“Spitfire?” I heard a voice call over a radio. “Everything okay?”

“Um, I've got a tiny here.”

“Wait, one snuck in?”

“No, he just appeared here.”

“Oh… well that's weird. I've never heard of a tiny appearing in a place like this. Should we stop the show?”

“Hmm, gimme a sec.” The woman, presumably Spitfire, reached over and grabbed me. She set me in the breast pocket of her uniform and used the opening in the flap where the button was supposed to go to secure me. “It's all good, I've got him secure.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, we're almost done anyways so he should be fine.”

“Alright. Let's just be careful.”

“You got it.” Spitfire pat the pocket I was in. “Hang on little guy, you're about to have the flight of your life.”

Spitfire aimed the jet towards towards the ground, hurtling down before pulling up at the last second. As she acceded, I saw that her jet was parallel with her partner's, allowing me to see the other pilot clearly. Soon they separated, and flew away from each other before turning back and starting to do corkscrews in the air. Their jets passed by each other, nearly touching, and kept going, the two pilots flying with incredible skill.

Spitfire then straightened out before making a long turn towards the left. She and the other pilot aligned again before passing over a large crowd of people and flying off, the cheers of fans behind us.

“And that's a wrap!” the other pilot said over the radio. “Nice job Spitfire!”

“Thanks! You too Fleetfoot!”

“Did the little guy enjoy it?”

“I don't know,” Spitfire said looking down at me. “Did you?”

“Heck yeah! That was awesome!”

“Well I'm glad you liked it. Now, how about we land so we can get out of this cramped thing?”

“Sounds good to me.” And with that, Spitfire and Fleetfoot flew to the nearest military base to land their jets. It didn't take long, and soon we were gliding down the runway, slowly losing speed before finally coming to a stop.

The cockpit opened up, and Spitfire took off her helmet, revealing her gorgeous face. Her skin was yellow, her eyes were orange, and her hair was just the same, spiked up to look like fire.

Spitfire got out of her jet and jumped down onto the ground. Landing on her feet, she pulled out a pair of aviators and put them on before walking away while a group of people took the jet away. Using a finger, she pet my head as she walked towards a nearby building and headed inside. She walked down a few halls and eventually opened another door, leading to what I assumed was her office.

“Alright let's get you out of my pocket.” Spitfire picked me up and set me down on her desk before taking a seat. “So little guy, what's your name?”

“Um, I'm Dominic. It's nice to meet you.”

“We'll Dominic, I'm Spitfire, leader of the Wonderbolts.”

“Are you guys like the air force?”

“Pretty much. So tell me Dominic, do you know where you are?”

“Uh, yeah. I'm in the human version of Equestria right? I already know all the rules and stuff.”

“Oh, well that's convenient. So then how'd you end up in my jet?”

“I don't really know. Whenever I fall asleep, I just seem to wake up somewhere new. I'm still trying to figure out why that happens.”

“Heh, must be pretty tiring to have to constantly meet new people.”

“Yeah,” I said slightly blushing. “Just, not in the way that you think.”

“Oh? Well, sounds like you've dealt with a lot.”

“Yeah. It's been pretty fun though.”

“Oh yeah? Well, maybe one day you could learn to control it.”

“Yeah, maybe. That sure would make things interesting.”

“I'm sure it would.” Spitfire then stretched out and yawned. “Well if you'll excuse me, I feel like taking a nap. Wanna join me?”

I was about to say that I was okay, but then I yawned too. I guess all these nights of sex has drained me pretty well. Along with the adrenaline rush from the jet ride, and I was pretty tired.

“Yeah, I guess a nap wouldn't hurt.” Spitfire nodded and stood up. She discarded her jacket, revealing the grey tank top underneath that really showed off her curves. She grabbed me and laid down on a couch in the front of her office before setting me on her belly and laying an arm over me to make sure I didn't fall.

“Night little guy.”

“Night Spitfire.” I closed my eyes, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Author's Notes:

What? Not every chapter of this is gonna have sex. I've gotta give Dominic a few breaks!

Anyways, the sexy shenanigans will return next chapter. So here are his dreams:

I dream of a cottage (pony)

I dream of crystals (anthro)

I don't dream of anything.