“Do….Do...you want to talk about it?” - Twilight noticed the smell now, the pure alluring smell of stallionhood and the smell of arousal, and that couldn’t help but send her rational brain floating somewhere else. That and the fact that she had caught Spike...Spike she had hatched from an egg...Spike she had watch grown doing...that.
Maybe they shouldn’t talk about it after all.
“Twilight” - Every syllable was enunciated, as Spike had been in the cusp of orgasm before being loudly (and rudely) interrupted by Twilight entering their room without knocking. Dragon of wanking into the covers and doing the chores, cleaning them up and picking them up after, Twilight would have never even have found out if it weren’t for the incident. Now his brow was furrowed as he, too, tried to think rationally. He had been on the cusp, the coup de grasp, the wanking having almost produced the desired result. He almost felt his tip contract ready to shoot into the blankets that he would wash in the morning, when she had come in.
His plan now ruined, Spike only stared at Twilight who, eyes glazing, mouth opened stared back, almost as if unsure what to say. What do you say to the one you watched grow when you catch them in this awkward position, in the awkwardest of positions, even? She felt like she had invaded his privacy, and truthfully Spike felt the same. The pinkish glow in her cheeks, the way she bit her lips.
No one could then preview the question she asked after, perhaps not even her, was she under some sort of spell? Some remnants of Sombra, Tirek or even Discord magic prying through her brain? Had becoming an Alicorn conceded her something more? Besides the pair of wings and the growth in height (no matter what Rainbow Dash said she wasn’t that tall!)? She herself wasn’t aware of such a change, but then how to explain what came next?
“Do… - Her lips felt dry, and her entire muzzle felt as if something - no, someone, had dried it, like she had had nothing but stale cum for a week. - Do you want some help with that?
Spike stared at twilight’s lavender eyes almost as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing out of her mouth. Had he really heard her say what she had said? That couldn’t be true now could it? Yet there she was, blinking innocently, her muzzle in a smile, her coat smelling delicately of old books a smell Spike had learned to implicate with her mentor, and, often times, friend.
“Come again?” - Spike was dumbfounded, was this really the Twilight that was so shy that it made Fluttershy look like Rainbow Dash by comparison? She who had barely wanted to talk about it? He could feel his hardness pressing itself against his bed covers. It was still pretty delicate and sensitive.
“Don’t make me have to say it all over again, it’s empirical Spike! Just helping out a friend!” - Twilight had that smile on her face again, and again the covers rose just a little bit more. Could they? Spike, surely they couldn’t?
But why the heck not?
Spike analysed the question, yes, why not? After all there was the fact Twilight was the closest thing he had to a sister...though they weren’t related, so it didn’t count. He had almost always felt closest to her. Always. She might occasionally lose herself in books, but he had to admit, he loved that in her, how she could love herself so completely.
Plus, he had to admit, she had a very cute rump.
There was the age difference, but that wasn’t such a big problem, he had hatched, she was barely a filly, not more than that, it was barely a difference worth considering, sure technically she was a princess with all that entailed and a full time job (even if a cushy one, with the occasional save the world moment), but Spike had always been there since he had hatched, being her loyal assistant.
So the question stood, why wouldn’t he want to have sex with her, or, better yet, screw Twilight senseless? Was there a pre written social contract that said he couldn’t? No!
Twilight still stared at Spike with those cute lavender eyes, she could almost sense the gears inside of his head moving. And she hoped they would come to the same conclusion, it was only a relief for the both of them.
She didn’t know if Spike had been able to sense it, but lately Twilight had been more tense, her belly on fire. She knew that feeling well, and when she caught Spike in the act...she just couldn’t herself. She could sense the dampness forming itself already in her loins, a heat, a desire for more.
Sure she could lie to herself and tell herself it was to help Spike but this was as much for herself as it was for Spike.
Spike finally stopped his mind from the thoughts going through his head, a single line being uttered by his lips.
“Let’s do it!” - A simple statement, which, to him at least, would hopefully lead to wonderful things.
Twilight smiled pushing a hoof in the direction of Spike telling him to lie down. He gladly did so, ready for what was coming next. A virgin, he had never so much as had the touch of a mare upon his shaft, but that didn’t stop the excitement going through to him.
Ok Spike - He thought. - You’re about to go there with a mare, don’t blow it.
Despite his warnings to himself the mare had barely touched his shaft, a touch so delicate he had stopped breathing for fear it would break his concentration and let everything, from his insides, to words said in the act of love making, come out, when he came for the first time.
Twilight reacted with a surprised step in her spring, letting out a gasp of surprise letting go of the shaft and jumping backwards! Why she was using her hooves when she could use magic she did not know, but this way she got some of the spunk right into her muzzle! She slid it down with magic, tasting it and commenting on the flavor. Spike, she found, tasted exotic, quite unlike any other pony she had ever had, it was a taste that let her thirsty, for water, or milk or any other liquid.
Spike seemed to become lazier and more chilled out now that his orgasm had come through, he gently pushed a claw to the water, which was all the way across the room, making it so twilight had to carry it with magic and drink straight out of the glass.
“So, how many ponies’cum have you tasted exactly?" - Spike wondered.
Spike could swear Twilight was turning redder by the minute, but before he could react he felt the sharp sting of something hitting his belly.
“I am not a virgin princess, no matter what ponies may wonder. I have had dates, Spike, I have sent you to bed early, remember?”
Spike remembered now, the questions of “where have you been?” or “Why would I have to go?” being shut up with gems so he could eat them and shush.
Against all odds his little friend was already raising again, ready for round two, he hoped he could last longer this time.
Twilight gave him a warm smile.
“Easy now.”
She approached her nose from the mighty phallus, it was of average length, but it was still something to see, she approached her nostrils from it, as something that had recently orgasmed it didn’t have the most alluring of smells, but she pushed her tongue in its direction anyway.
Spike just had to turn away from his point of view to look at a crystal wall full of books. This was….almost too much, and when that tongue touched him, he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.
“Eaphy there” - Twilight mouthed, preparing to take it all in, she took a deep breath, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and she dropped it until it reached her tonsils. The first few times she had done something like this she had damn nearly puked, but, thankfully she did a series of swallowing movements and gradually her tonsils relaxed enough for the object to hit the back of her throat.
Spike was feeling things….angelic things he thought he would never feel in his entire life, when Twilight had taken his entire rod he had almost come immediately, but thankfully he had had an orgasm already and this time he was ready to last a lot longer. He prepared himself, fighting the urge to push his dragon penis even further with a hip thrust. Somehow he didn't think Twilight would appreciate that very much...
And he was all the way in, her muzzle meet his hips and for a second their eyes meet and it was as if they were one. Slowly, oh so slowly, Twilight started going back, much to Spike’s objection, her mouth felt heavenly in his shaf, but she quickly shut him out when she kept only the tip in only to slam her entire throat into it. Spike screamed, this was better than the mare touch he figured he would get.
Twilight finally let his rod go, spitting, though what he didn’t know since he had scales and not hairs. - “There’s still a hole down there I’d like filled" - she said, so far gone she might not even be Twilight, anymore.
She pushed herself in position on all fours, Spike was shorter, but he somehow got to her. He gave quick thanks to Celestia for allowing him to be ready to enter her favorite student, though somehow he didn’t think she’d approve.
The first push was the hardest, Twilight’s walls struggling to accept this new intruder into their most precious of spots, but after the wall clamps began to open, both of them moaned at the same time, this was too good. All feelings and thoughts of identities forgotten they didn’t make love. They fucked.
Like beasts they started rutting, paying no attention to movement or anything else, just caring for pleasure. Twice Twilight came into a short period of time, and Spike nearly came in that period, but he held himself, for it was not the time to come.
At last with a deafening roar that would put the previous Dragon Lord to shame he came, inside of the mare he claimed as his own, their bodies falling within the confines of the room they were into. Even though it was made of crystal they felt hot, sweaty and most importantly, closer to Twilight than ever.
“That was fun Twi” - He felt he deserved to use the nickname. - “Want to do it again sometime?”
Twilight panted. - “Whenever there’s a friend in need Spike, whenever.”- She looked half wishfully into the sky.
“We should probably move.”
“Who’d enter the private quarters?”
“Hello, I hope you don’t mind dear, I was just coming here to return this book you let me borrow if it’s not too much trouble after all I….Oh my”
Rarity who had entered and gone on her little ramble speech about etiquette was stopped by the sight of the pony and dragon, one on top of another, their activities quite apparent by the smell and sweat in both their bodies.
