18th Hatchday

Spike studied the darkened expanse of Ponyville through the portal of his bedroom window. Being this high up within the Castle of Friendship provided the drake with an unparalleled view of the town as the sun began its descent past the distant horizon. The last rays of Celestia’s daylight painted the quaint pony households in a blaze of colors; reds, yellows and oranges lighting up the thatch roofs before gradually descending into darkness.

Spike watched as lights slowly began to pop into existence around town, the citizens of Ponyville returning home after another day’s hard work to prepare for another night’s serene rest. The gazing dragon sighed forlornly, wishing that he could join them in slumber. The tingling feeling burning within him would not allow it, however.

It was the same feeling that had been haunting him for the past month, a consistent need in the back of his mind that demanded to be sated. Whenever he saw a pair of ponies walking down the street, hands entwined as they embraced in a lover’s kiss; that was when the tightness would start to act up. It had grown worse over time, constant visual aids from the town around him stirring up something deep within his subconscious and calling him to act upon his desires.

He chalked it up to the date that had been slowly climbing up on him and now sat but one night away; his birthday. More importantly, his eighteenth birthday, the day that would make him officially an adult in the eyes of the law. In just a few hours he could go out and do so many new and wonderous things! He could go and get a tattoo, go look for an apartment, meet up with friends for some drinks at the bar and, a thought that made the feeling in the pit of his stomach grow even stronger, meet up with some girls for a good time. The possibilities that were about to open up to him in a few hours seemed endless! If only he could fall asleep to make it come sooner...

Watching a pair of ponies kissing outside of a doorway before separating, one going inside and the other walking down the road, brought about another rush of heat to his cheeks. He could feel blood start to flow southward towards a point below his waist, a need slowly arising within him that begged to be satiated. Instead, the dragon opened his window and took in a few deep breaths of the crisp night air, looking up at the stars to calm himself down. Slowly they flickered into existence, each minute gone by increasing the amount of sparkling lights in the sky until it was all but full as the sun descended ever further past the horizon. A small smile crossed his face as the moon came into view; Luna had once again done a beautiful job with her night sky, everything working together to create a picturesque landscape across the town that calmed the dragon’s nerves considerably.

The stars reminded him of another thing that had been bothering him the past couple of days; Twilight Sparkle, his pseudo-mother-slash-sister-slash-caretaker-slash-friend. She had been acting strange over the past week, more and more so with each day that passed. The young Alicorn almost seemed like she wanted to talk with him about something, stopping him during the morning chores after several long moments of being deep in thought. She would open her mouth to speak, but her face would always light up in a blush before she could utter a single word, the mare choosing instead to simply say “good job” or “nice work” instead of speaking about whatever was on her mind. It was starting to really worry the dragon. He couldn’t think of a time where they had gone this long without having an actual conversation. Not even over one of his famous breakfasts could he get her to talk, the Princess simply going on about schedules and what she wanted Spike to do that day as she slowly worked on whatever it was that he had made her. It was getting kind of annoying, but the dragon tried to shrug it off by filling his mind with thoughts on his upcoming birthday.

“Spike? Are you still up?”

Spike turned back towards the bedroom door, the mare he was just thinking of walking around the corner and standing in the doorway. A beam of moonlight streamed through the window and illuminated the purple mare in a blueish glow, framing her silhouette in the doorframe. She had on her black nightgown, the dark silk hugging the contours of her body and seemingly shining in the luminescence of the moon. His eyes eventually settled just underneath her face, the dark crevice between the twin mounds of her chest drawing him in…

He could feel a stirring below his waist, the slack pair of pants he wore growing tight as he stared at the mare. With a blush he quickly turned away to look back out at the stars, hoping the mare hadn’t noticed his reaction as he attempted to will himself back to normal. Without facing her, he waved his hand and nonchalantly called out, “Yeah, I’m awake…”

He continued looking up at the expanse of the night sky, trying to count the countless number of sparkling dots that filled his vision even as the footsteps got closer and closer behind him. He almost jumped when she laid her hand on his shoulder, trying to keep his cool by turning his head indifferently over to her. He was momentarily stunned as he met her gaze, a million stars shining back at him in her eyes. It didn’t take long for the feeling to once again return between his legs, his face lighting up in a blush as, for some reason, Twilight’s did the same.

The mare coughed to clear her throat, bringing up her hand to reveal a roll of parchment sealed with her cutie mark. “Could you please send this to Cadance for me? It’s urgent.”

Taking the scroll into his grasp, he threw it up into the air and blew a short stream of fire into its projected trajectory. The parchment vanished on its way back down to earth, the sparkling cloud of dragon magic flying out through the window in the direction of the Crystal Empire and quickly vanishing into the dark of the night. He looked back at Twilight to see that she was twiddling her thumbs together, her eyes pointed towards the ground rather than at him. She certainly seemed worried about something, and if she was worried, then he was as well.

“What’s wrong, Twilight? Is something up?”

She broke herself out of her concentration, shaking her head to get her thoughts in check. She did a horrible job at faking a yawn, stretching out her limbs and, in the process, giving Spike a nice view of her feminine curves as she bent backwards.

“Ahh... Nah, don’t worry about it, Spike. I’m gonna head off to bed, see you in the morning.” She gave him a squeeze on the shoulder before suddenly darting in and kissing him on the cheek. She quickly turned around and walked towards the door, not stopping for even a moment to look back at the stunned dragon. Spike watched her every step of the way, tracking the slight sway of her hips and the hypnotic motions of her tail until the door began to close behind her. Just before it latched shut, Twilight popped her head back into the room and gave him a smile.

“Oh, and happy birthday, Spike.” She shut the door without waiting for a reply, Spike following her footsteps as she walked down the hall towards her own chambers. Once he could no longer hear her, he brought his hand up and rubbed at where she had kissed him. A quick glance at the clock on the wall was enough to startle the dragon out of his dazed stupor.

‘Half-past midnight!? Just how long have I been staring out my window!?’

Whatever trance-like state he had been in while town-gazing faded away all at once, a wave of fatigue washing through his system and causing the dragon to let out a long yawn. With one last peek out the window at the now quiet Ponyville, he decided to follow suit and made his way to his bed after closing the glass portal to the outside world. Swiftly he discarded his shirt and pants, tossing them onto the floor and leaving himself in only a thin pair of briefs before crawling underneath the covers and blowing out the light on his nightstand. The moon sat still outside his window and was the last thing he saw as his head hit the pillow. Within moments the dragon drifted off into slumber, blissfully unaware as he peacefully slept that a plan involving him was currently under discussion...

Shining Armor slowly rocked his hips into his wife, slipping his throbbing spear of stallion cock between her thighs. He reached around her chest and grasped her bountiful breasts, kneading the dough like flesh with his fingers as he leaned in and lightly bit her on the neck. He pulled back and frowned when Cadance didn’t react as much as he had hoped, bringing his lips up to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Something wrong, hon? Long day?”

Cadance sighed and turned around to face him, her chest pressed to his and his stallionhood wedged between her legs. She brought a hand up and rubbed his cheek, meeting him in a soft kiss before replying, “No, it’s not that. It’s just…” She paused a moment, thinking about how she wanted to word what she wished to say. “Do you ever, you know, want to... ‘spice it up’ a little in bed?” She quickly reached down between his legs when a frown began to form on his face, wrapping her smooth fingers around his warm shaft and slowly rubbing it up and down. “Not that you’re not pleasing me! Not that at all! This is more than enough for me! It’s just-”

A loud magical spark behind her broke her concentration, the Alicorn sitting up in bed and grabbing the floating parchment with her magic. She smiled as she saw the seal, a large center star surrounded by five smaller ones a tell-tale sign that the letter had come from a certain sister-in-law of hers. She unraveled it, reading it to herself as Shining tried to peek over her shoulder. Slowly her mouth turned into a grin, the smile splitting her face in two by the time she came to the end of the unsuspected but very welcomed message.

She rolled the parchment back up and placed it on the nightstand without giving her husband a chance to read it, twisting around to face him with a giddy look across her features. Shining looked worried for a moment, at least until Cadance brought one of her legs up between them and gently rubbed his half-deflated cock back to a full erection with her foot.

Shining shivered as Cadance cupped the head of his shaft with her soft toes. “Well, somepony got some good news. What was the letter about?”

Cadance smirked at her husband as he throbbed against the sole of her foot, a small spurt of pre leaking from his tip to help lubricate her teasing efforts. “Seems we have… plans… for tomorrow.” She pressed her knee forward into his stomach and pushed the stallion over onto his back, his cock flopping over beneath the covers to form a large tent in the sheets.

Shining adjusted himself, finding a comfortable spot in his new position as Cadance climbed on top of him. “Oh yeah?”

Cadance slid down his body, making sure to press as much of herself into him as she started worming her way underneath the covers. “Mhm… it’s Spike’s birthday tomorrow…”

“Oh…” Shining paused in thought. “It’s his eighteenth, isn’t it? Kind of amazing, if you think about it. Feels like it was only yesterday that Twilight hatched him from that egg, and now he’s going to be an adult!”

Cadance gasped as she felt his member rub against her dripping lips, a warm rod of flesh that pushed against her stomach as she continued her descent down his body. “Yeah… and Twilight wants me to stop by and… give him a 'personal lesson' on a certain adult subject…”

Shining peered down at his wife, now only her face not submerged underneath the covers. “Really? Twilight asked you to have sex with Spike? Sounds a little far fetched to me…”

Cadance rolled her eyes at him. “Well, she didn’t say that EXACTLY. More along the lines of giving him ‘the talk’ since she’s been too embarrassed to do it herself.”

Shining’s eyebrow perked up questioningly. “She does realize he’s eighteen, right? I’m sure he knows what sex is, with or without ‘the talk’.”

Cadance gave him a shrug. “Eh, it’s Twilight. She likes to do things by the book. Which is why -” she shifted against him, rubbing his stallionhood between their two bodies, causing him to gasp “- I’m going to convince her that a more… hands on approach would be better for him.”

Shining began to rock his hips against her body, smearing precum into the fur of her stomach. “OK… but what does that have to do with me?”

Cadance gave him a grin. “Well… Twilight ALSO mentioned that she’s been feeling a little 'lonely' lately, and would love to have a ‘visit’ from her big brother.” Her grin grew when she felt Shining’s cock throb against her body, her husband's eyes widening and mouth opening into an 'o' as he realized what she was getting at. “Figured that would get your attention…”

Shining, with a gleam in his eye, grinned at his wife. “Wow, we haven't done… THAT since we invited her to join us after the wedding!”

Cadance chuckled. “Well, seems she wants a little one-on-one time with you while I ‘help out’ Spike. Speaking of helping out, “ - She picked her head up off of his chest and peered down between his legs, his shaft poking up into her belly - “looks like somepony needs a little help right now…”

That was the last Shining saw of his wife, her pink mane disappearing beneath the sheets moments before a pleasant warmth enveloped his shaft...

Spike awoke as a beam of sunlight hit him with laser-like precision directly in the eyes. Groggily he sat up in bed, loudly groaning as he rubbed away the gunk that had settled in overnight from his eyes. He went to stretch out his sleepy muscles but a sudden surge of sensation brought him to a standstill. Looking down between his legs revealed the problem; a large tent in the sheets covering his waist, the blankets sticking straight up towards the ceiling in a clear case of morning wood. Moving had caused the silky-smooth sheet to shift across the top of the dragon-made tepee, causing enough friction against the tip of the center rod holding it up to form a blatant wet spot at the top.

Pulling the sheet aside caused his dire dilemma to flop out into the open; just over a foot-long spire of dragon pride sticking up through the center fold of his boxers and throbbing in the sunlight of the dawn to the beat of his heart. Already a bead of pre was rolling down the side, the morning sun illuminating the off-white drop as it traversed the engorged pink flesh of his shaft. Spike looked at it with a frown, glancing at the door to make sure it was closed before getting up out of bed. He had just the thing to relieve himself of this kind of problem, something a good friend of his had gotten him for his birthday.

The dragon made his way to his dresser, the engorged shaft sticking straight out from the cloth confines of his boxers bobbing back and forth and bumping into his scaled thighs as he walked. He paused halfway to the dresser, looking at the figure staring back at him in the mirror atop the bureau. The dragon had certainly changed over the years; gone was the slight chubbiness blamed on baby fat (though, in actuality, Spike figured it was more due to too many naps and too many extra helpings of gems than anything left over from his ‘baby’ years), plump folds melting away as he grew like snow in summer to reveal a solid physique hidden underneath. He took a moment to bask in the warm rays of sunlight coming in through the window, watching his scales glisten in the light as he made a show of flexing to himself.

‘Looking good Spike… lookin’ REAL good…’

While not overly muscular, he felt proud about the shape his body was in. A perfect mix of sleek and strong, or, at least, he thought so. His growth spurts over the past several years had changed him from ‘little Spikey-wikey’ to, hopefully in the eyes of one certain mare, a handsome drake ready to take on the world. His eyes traveled a little bit further down, his draconic pride still standing tall between his legs as it waited for him to finish his self-inspection and get on with taking care of it.

‘Grown in more ways than one…’

He wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft sticking out from his boxers, wiggling the pinkish rod around in the air. It had certainly been an… experience.. to say the least when that certain part of his body had really grown in. Luckily, living with quite possibly the most bookish mare in the history of Equestria gave him plenty of avenues to explore his newfound features, from more scientifically accurate anatomy books to more steamy romance novels (not that Spike would ever admit to reading such a thing...). One such avenue he had recently discovered was patiently waiting for him, so with a sigh he released his member from his grasp and reached for the dresser.

Opening up the top drawer revealed mostly boxers and briefs, the cloth garments pushed aside as he searched for one thing in particular. Like digging for a hidden treasure buried beneath the earth, he excavated his way through the garments until, heart beating in his chest in anticipation, he found what he was looking for.

There, at the bottom of the drawer, was one of his recently acquired and most prized possessions, one that he would never let anypony else see in the light of day; a woman’s fashion magazine. Not just any kind of fashion magazine, a special lingerie issue full of scantily clad mares in panties and bras of all styles. Rumble had gotten it for his birthday the day before, sneaking it out of his brother Thunderlane’s secret stash that the stallion hid under his bed to give as a gift for his so-called “number one dragon friend”. Not that he knew any other dragons, mind you, but Spike accepted the gift with open arms all the same.

‘Might as well start off my birthday with a bang…’

Spike sat back down on the edge of his bed, the long rod between his legs pointing up towards the magazine as he flipped through its pages. Pictures of several beautiful mares passed by without a second thought, Spike knowing exactly what page he wanted to see. Rumble had been pleased to tell him just who had been the designer for the line, a certain mare who also happened to be the centerfold for the magazine. With a few more page turns she appeared, flipping out of the magazine in front of his very eyes as his member throbbed between his legs.

There, across the multi-page spread, was Rarity. The mare of his dreams was laying on red, silk sheets, the camera taking a picture of her from the end of the bed. The only things the fashionista wore were a pair of purple lace panties and a matching bra, the soles of her feet at the bottom of the photo leading up the curves of her legs to the garments that were perfectly on display for the viewer. She looked right towards the camera, seemingly staring straight at the dragon as he laid down on his back and began to pull his boxers down.

With some adjustments Spike worked the cloth underwear over his towering pride, hooking the waistband beneath the meaty balls hanging between his thighs to keep his junk out in the open to easily work with. The dragon closed his eyes, gently wrapping his hand around his warm shaft as the other held the magazine in front of him.

He pictured himself being in the position of the cameraman, looking down upon the mare he had daydreamed about all his life fully in the nude. She would mention something about how much the dragon had grown, blushing as she looked over his defined musculature. Her eyes would widen as they arrived beneath his waist. the quivering shaft between his legs pointing right at her and throbbing in need. They both would blush, words no longer needing to be shared as Spike climbed up on the bed…

Rarity halted the dragon’s advances with her foot, pressing her soft toes into his stomach. Slowly she trailed her foot down his belly, passing his waist without pause before gently grazing the tapered head of his shaft with the warm underside of her toes. Spike gasped as her second foot came into play, the white mare lightly digging her digits into the crux between his draconic spear and his bloated balls. She worked the male over masterfully, slowly stroking his cock as she jostled his balls around with the other foot. Already Spike could feel himself leaking pre onto the bed, the dragon starting to rock his hips into the mare as she wrapped both of her feet around his shaft and began to jack him off.

Spike began panting from the stimulation, the soft yet firm caresses from the most beautiful mare in Equestria driving him mad with lust. Rarity apparently noticed his need, smirking at him as her hands lowered to her own crotch. The dragon’s breath caught in his throat as her thumbs went underneath the waistband of her panties, thick folds of juicy purple flesh greeting him as the lacy garment was lowered.

‘Wait… purple?’

Spike looked up, Rarity’s face now a strangely familiar shade of purple rather than the pure white he was normally used to seeing. She seemed confused about something, looking at something over his shoulder with an eyebrow raised.

“Spike, are you up?”

“Huh?”

*knock* *knock* *knock*

“Spike, are you awake? We have company!”

Spike’s hands flew from his crotch to grab the tangled sheets around his legs, heart hammering in his chest as he bundled them up around his groin to hide his erection. When Twilight didn’t open the door to check on him Spike sighed and called back. “Yeah! I’ll be down in a minute!” After a long pause, Twilight responded with a near-silent “OK” before Spike heard her footsteps heading down the hall. He waited for a few moments after she left, making sure she wasn’t coming back before sighing and removing the bundle of covers from between his legs.

The scare had quickly put a damper on his mood, his shaft already half-deflated between his legs and hanging over his balls. With a groan he rolled out of bed, returning the magazine to its hidden spot within his drawer and tucking his junk back into his boxers before choosing out his clothes for the day. As he put on a simple t-shirt and jeans, he looked back outside his window at the hustle and bustle of Ponyville as the town woke from its nighttime slumber. Which reminded him...

‘Sweet Celestia, it’s my eighteenth birthday!’ He excitedly went about finishing his morning routine, heading to the bathroom to quickly freshen up. He hastily brushed his teeth and combed the fins on his head, ready to bolt downstairs until he got a look at himself in the mirror. Clearly, whatever thoughts that had given him morning wood had made his night a restless one. He was a mess! With a sigh he sat down and began to work, slicking his fins and oiling his scales with special products (the ones that Rarity just happened to mention were her favorites, of course) to make himself presentable for whoever this ‘company’ was. Now that he thought about it, the fact that Twilight woke him up to see whoever it was must of meant that the visitor was for him. Which meant that a certain mare could be here to give him something for his birthday…

‘This calls for drastic measures…’

He opened up a small drawer in the corner of the bathroom cabinets, taking out a small bottle emblazoned with a heart on its side. He lifted the bottle in front of his face, looking at the liquid inside of the glass container with a frown. A couple quick spritz to the neck was all it took for a heavy blast of scents to assault his nose. He quickly placed the cologne back in its hidden compartment before sneezing, the scented mist of fancy fragrances tingling in his nose.

‘Anything for Rarity…’

By the time he began to descend the stairs to the castle proper he was done up nicer than he could ever remember being, scales practically shining in the light as walked into the kitchen. He saw a bowl on the counter, a large bow sitting on top of its cover with a note attached to it. Popping open the cover revealed a hodgepodge of his favorite kinds of gemstones; rubies, emeralds, amethysts, all kinds of treats blended together as a special birthday breakfast that made his mouth water. He picked up the note in one hand while popping a ruby into his mouth with the other, reading it to himself as he chewed.

“To my number one assistant and the best friend you could ever ask for,

Happy Birthday, Spike

Love,

Twilight

P.S. - There’s something I need to talk to you about. As soon as you’re done with these, please come meet me in the map room.’

Spike happily munched on the gemstones, smiling from both the sweet treat and the sweet letter from Twilight. Hopefully whatever it was she wanted to see him for would break the awkwardness between the two. The dragon showed some rarely seen restraint and only ate around half of the gems, storing the rest for a snack later as he made his way to the map room. A smile spread across his face as he walked down the halls of the castle, partly from the nice breakfast he had been treated to but mostly from the indescribable happy feeling one gets on their birthday. It seemed like the sun streaming through the windows was brighter, the air was that much more crisper, and everything just seemed more colorful all around him. Nothing could put a damper on his mood as he approached the large doors to the map room, a peppy bounce to his step as he absentmindedly hummed a tune to himself.

As he neared the door he began to hear chattering coming from inside the room, easily recognizing the voice of Twilight as she happily chatted away. At least two other ponies were with her, too indistinct to make out but from the differing tones Spike figured one sounded more like a male while the other giggled like a mare. Whomever it was, the three of them seemed to having a rather pleasant conversation about something, so as Spike grabbed the door handle he figured whatever Twilight must of wanted to talk to him about couldn’t be all that bad.

Pushing open the door and walking into the room revealed the source of the noise. Twilight was, in fact, with two other ponies; it seemed that both Cadance and Shining Armor had come by to visit all the way from the Crystal Empire. He suppressed a small tinge of disappointment at not seeing the love of his life at the table, but he quickly put on a smile and approached the married couple. The three ponies had turned to look at the dragon as he entered, smiles across the guests faces while Twilight worriedly looked at the dragon for a second before turning her head down towards the table in front of her.

Cadance had on a elegant pink dress, the silken fabric held up by straps on her shoulders to cover her from chest to toe. And even then, the dress showed plenty; her ample bust created a very nice and VERY noticeable crevice between the two mounds of her breasts. The dress fit the princess perfectly, swaying enough to suggest comfort but tight enough to showcase all of her feminine curves. Spike questioned for a moment why she had decided to visit with such a… provocative… ensemble, but chalked it up to a mare thing. Shining had on a simple t-shirt and jeans, something much more casual than his wife’s getup.

Cadance waved him over, embracing him in a hug that pressed him right up against her chest. The smooth fabric of her dress rubbed against his scales, the silk quite pleasant-feeling as it ran across his chest. “Happy birthday, Spike! I can’t believe you’re already eighteen!”

Shining came up behind the pair and grabbed the dragon in a headlock, giving him a noogie. Spike put up a weak resistance against the stallion, eventually breaking away from him and exchanging a handshake. “It’s good to see ya Spike! Celestia, I can remember when you were just a little baby right after Twily hatched you out of that egg.”

Spike smiled at the two, taking an open seat after giving Twilight a quick hug and a thank you for the special breakfast gems. Once the married couple retook their seats, Shining directly across from him and Cadance to his left, the dragon leaned over the table with his arms folded.

“Nice to see you guys! Surprising to see you two came all they way down here just for my birthday.” Spike paused, looking between the two ponies with an expectant look on his face. “What’d you two bring me?”

Shining Armor smirked, sharing a quick glance with his wife and then looking at his sister. For some reason, Twilight had a blush on her face and sheepishly turned her head to look away. “Oh, we certainly brought you something Spike…”

Spike’s eyes brightened, mouth turning upwards in a smile. “Cool! What is it? Something from the Empire? A comic book? Some kind of gem?”

For some reason Cadance chuckled, her sister-in-law hiding her face behind her arms as she grinned at Spike. “Something like that. We’ll give it to you later. But, for now, ” - Cadance stood up and made her way around the table, crouching next to Spike and placing a hand on his shoulder - “there’s something we need to talk to you about.”

Spike’s eyebrow curled up, questioningly looking at the Princess as she began rubbing his upper-back. “Oh yeah?” He took a glance across the table as Shining got up and stood next to Twilight. “What about?”

Cadance stood up and walked behind Spike, wrapping her arms around his chair and placing her hands on his chest. “Well Spike, Twilight sent us a letter last night, as I’m sure you know.” She began to slowly rub his chest. “And, well… she’s a little worried about you.”

Spike glanced at the mentioned mare, eyes widening as he saw Shining copying his wife as he rubbed at his sister’s chest. “Ab-bout w-what?”

The dragon shivered as Cadance lazily traced the contours of his muscles as she made a trail southward. “Well, with you coming into adulthood, there’s things that you’ve never experienced before that are now open for you to try. Twilight asked us to come on down and… explain some things to you.”

Spike could feel blood rushing to both his head and a certain spot between his legs. Cadance seemed intent on working him up, her hand continuing its trip down his body. He jumped when she hooked her fingers underneath the bottom of his shirt, pressing her hand against his abs. “W-what kinds of things?”

Cadance brought her head down to the dragon’s, heatedly whispering into his ear as the tip of her fingers tucked underneath the top of his jeans. The only thing separating his slowly inflating shaft from her seeking digits was the thin cloth briefs that were clearly tented between his legs. “She wants to make sure that you’re all set for more... ADULT activities…”

Spike meekly chuckled. “Uh… I know not to drink too much…”

Cadance laughed. “Oh Spike, you always were a jokester…” Suddenly her hand was in his pants, cupping over the bulge of his crotch through his briefs. “I’m sure you know what I’m talking about…”

“Ah! Uh… I’m flattered… really… but…” Spike tilted his head towards the stallion across the table. “I don’t think this is very a-appropriate. Y-you're married!”

“Mmm…” Cadance continued rubbing, moaning as she felt the warm rod between her fingers twitch through the soft cloth of the dragon’s underwear. “I think you’ll find Shining to be… a little occupied right now.”

Spike peeked across the table and found his lungs suddenly devoid of air as he gasped. Shining still had one of his hands on Twilight’s chest, now openly fondling one of her breasts through her dress. The other was between her legs, and though Spike couldn’t see it the fact that it was under her skirt and moving up and down left very little options for what he was doing. Plus, the fact that Twilight was panting as she quivered in place was a clear indication that something VERY adult was happening between the two siblings.

“So, Spike…” Cadance slowly traced the outline of his cock with a finger. “How much do you know about sex?”