Body Swapping and Mutual Clopping

"So... how long are we staying like this?"

"Until I'm done compiling notes on your body, Spike. I'd appreciate it if you detailed some of your findings too."

Spike had since adjusted to Twilight's body. After a shameless snuggle session between the pair—in which Spike had appreciated all too much the feeling of scales against fur in reverse—they had gotten up and eaten together, practicing walking and moving in one another's bodies. Twilight had finally gotten the hang of walking on two feet, and Spike was beginning to understand how to make his new hooves grip the floor's surface.

The fluttering wings were still almost impossible for him to control, however. Spike tensed his body in an effort to fold them as they once again were offset by the smallest sound. Twilight giggled at his failure, though the sound came out as a light chuckle. "Are you sure it's about making notes, and not about you enjoying being a dragon, Twilight?"

If there was one thing that Spike was finding hard to adjust to, it was his new, feminine voice. That and looking at himself, knowing it was Twilight inhabiting him. "I mean, it maaay be a small, barely consequential factor in my decision, but still! If we both get to use the remote, it's only fair that I get some choice in how it's used. Besides," she smirked, narrowing her eyes. "Can you really say that you aren't enjoying being me?"

"...fine, you've got me there. You're just so damn fluffy, it's awesome." Spike smushed his cheek against his foreleg as he said this, a small buzz in his body as he hummed in appreciation. "How do you not just rub your fur all day?"

"It kinda loses its novelty when you've been that way your whole life," Twilight shrugged from where she sat, one of the larger, reinforced chairs that Spike usually used. "How about you? I don't understand how you can be so used to being so big and masculine. It's pretty crazy, in all honesty."

Spike hadn't really considered it that way before. "I don't really think I am used to it," he said, an eyebrow raising as he tried to get a handle on just how he did feel about his body. "My physique has changed so much over the last ten years, I'm constantly having to get to know myself again."

"Really? I mean, I can understand having to reacquaint yourself after a big growth spurt, but still, I didn't think it was that much of an issue for you."

"It isn't just that," Spike admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a hoof. "I used to have a hemipenis, Twi. Well, essentially two dicks. I don't know how it works, but when I got to a certain age they just kinda combined into one thicker dick, and now it looks as if it was always that way."

"Huh." Twilight commented, looking down between her legs and seeing her single, flaccid penis sitting limp and unused. "How come you never told me about that? That's pretty fascinating..."

"Well, I was like eighteen at the time, and it was personal. I didn't really wanna get into a big conversation with you about it, in case you started trying to do tests on me and stuff—it's awkward, you know?"

"Hold on," Twilight said, head cocking. "I used to bath you when you were younger, and I know for a fact that your penis wasn't split in any way then. How could that have happened since?"

"I don't know, natural growth cycle?" Spike offered, holding his hooves up. "All I know is that at a certain age, I had it, and then years later, I didn't anymore."

"That's a shame, I would have loved to have seen it..." Twilight rubbed a claw against her chin, mulling the issue over. "Hey, Spike, do you have a grasp on my body's magic yet?"

Spike went to reply, but decided that testing the question would be a better idea. Focusing, he tried to reach above his head with his mind and grab onto the lingering essence that was his horn, but had little result. "Nah," he sighed, releasing a breath. "I don't think I know how to do it. Oh, crap, am I going to have to learn from scratch if I wanna use magic in your body?"

Twilight shook her head. "The power should still be there, you just need to be attuned enough with me in order to draw it out. Its like how you had to grow accustomed to standing and walking as me at first, it should be easy once you get a hold of it."

"Oh, okay." A few seconds passed and Spike dropped to his haunches, raising a hoof. "Is there any particular reason I need to try and use magic now?"

"Oh, no reason," Twilight hummed, her tailing snaking around one of her legs as Spike's often did when he was in the midst of a lie, her eyes shifting this way and that.

She must have thought he was born yesterday if she didn't expect him to recognise his own tells. "What do I need to use magic for?"

"I mean, it's not really anything important, just..."

Spike leaned forwards, his head angled upwards to look her in the eye from her height. Did he really tower over ponies that much? "Yes? Come on, Twi. I'd rather not 'umm' and 'err' all day."

"I kinda want a hemipenis—in your body, I mean."

There was a tinge of red on her purple scales, and Spike couldn't help but giggle at her embarrassment. "I mean, do you even know a spell for something like that?"

Twilight's eyes brightened the moment she saw Spike even entertaining the notion. He was still getting used to seeing himself with big purple eyes. "I know a couple of transmogrification spells, yeah, and a duplication spell! If you can just work out how to use my horn, it should be really simple."

Spike cocked his head, closing his eyes and attempting once more to focus on the latent energy in the aether of his mind. Still out of grasp. "It wouldn't have any permanent effects on my body, would it?"

"No, Spike, no transformation spells I know are permanent. It would wear off in a day or so at most." Her tail coiled in on itself, and she seemed about ready to jump in place. "So, you'll do it?" she said between sharp, clenched teeth.

"I mean, I haven't even got a handle on how yet, but assuming I get that under wraps? I guess it wouldn't hurt to give you it, just for a little bit. Hell, I'm kinda curious to see what I'd look like these days with two."

Twilight looked about ready to do a little dance on the spot. Like hell this was for science. "I knew you'd see my point of view! Now, we just need to focus on getting you magically active." Suddenly, Twilight's eyes narrowed, and she began to walk over to Spike, snaking around him and hovering over the tip of his horn. "There's no reason you shouldn't be able to tap into the magic residing in my body..." She began to place her hands over Spike's withers, softly massaging them. "We just need to relax you into it..."

To say that Spike melted into her touch would be an overstatement, but he felt the tightness leaving him all the same as she began to rub at his ultra-sensitive shoulder blades, inching her way over to his spine. He could feel the fur she brushed against, the way it tickled against the skin underneath, the soft scratch of claws from her touch, familiar yet alien all the same.

Spike's focus was bleeding away as she continued in her smooth, giving motions, bringing him a tranquility he longed for, quelling the residual anxiety of inhabiting another being, the confusion, the inability to do things he once could, the oddity of becoming reacquainted with the most basic of actions—all of it was forgotten in the midst of the relaxation washing over him. A single brush against his barrel was a twitch that resonated through his body and made his hind leg kick in appreciation, a soft nip at his neck a cascade of raw sensation permeating his senses and invigorating his body even as the storm of confusion died; it was only replaced by heat.

It wasn't the blazing inferno of his own body, the one he was acquainted to, but rather a dulled and lightly simmering flame, one that chased its wick with a soft intensity, that might have signified arousal or even relaxation, one that he barely understood. All he knew was that it sat in his belly, shooting through his veins and down to his hooves, running through his blood as it infected his mind.

There was something different there, something latent and untapped, something he could latch onto if only it presented itself with more clarity. It slipped away before he could place it.

He opened his mouth, intent on telling Twilight of his discovery, but was forced to close it with a bite of his lip as she increased the speed of her hands' ministrations, the intensity of their rubs. They were patters of affection that landed against the most pleasurable spots of his body, pressure points he never knew he had, for he had never had them. They caused him to writhe and mewl and let out small snorts of breathless enjoyment as she traipsed from one edge of him to another, back and forth with the glide of hard claws meeting supple flesh as he clenched his body.

Eh, fuck it, he could tell her later. For now, he was content to bask in the gradually building and repeating sensations, his back arching as his hooves dug into the floor, his tail swishing this way and that as he bit his lip, struggling to withhold a whimper. Twilight's claws brushed through his fur with rough, powerful motions, and Spike felt increasingly submissive with each stroke, his resistance melting, a soft moan rolling from his throat.

It almost came out as a squeak. Twilight leaned down and began to grind the palms of her hands into the base of his spine, causing him to go rigid from the pressure before relaxing into it, slowly shifting and squirming from her strokes. How had she learned to give such a good massage so quickly? Maybe it was how well she knew the body of a pony?

Questioning things was becoming difficult. Every time Spike attempted to think, another influx of wonder would wash over his withers, pushing all the way down to his flanks and causing him to tingle all over. "Y-you're sure this is going to make me use magic?" he managed to force out, his voice shaky as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Hmm..." Spike watched as Twilight tapped a claw against her chin from above him before moving it back down to caress him once more, flashing a toothy grin. "I'm not entirely sure, but it can't hurt to try, right?"

"Think you could explain your thought process a little? 'Relaxing into it' is a little vague..."

"Well, I did want to keep it as a surprise," Twilight smirked, reaching down and rubbing at Spike's ass as he gasped from the sudden, delicate contact. "The horn is an erogenous zone, Spike. I'm hoping that by waking your body up a little, I can help you feel it a little more clearly..."

What came next was without warning. Twilight squeezed down on Spike's ass hard, digging her claws in as she played with the soft flesh beneath his fur, seeming to appreciate its give if her grin was any indication, dragging her hands down his hind legs and back up, her breath a little sharper as she smushed and kneaded his supple cheeks, pressing them together and lightly shaking them up and down.

Spike had never felt so squidgy, so fragile, and with each of Twilight's touches, he was beginning to realise that he rather enjoyed the feeling. Twilight didn't let up, her body only moving closer as she continued to grope him, almost pressing against his. Spike felt the heat emanating from Twilight's body, and it only made him feel that warmth in his belly that he remembered from the night before. He latched onto the feeling, remembering all the good things that had come with it.

Spike began to react, his first instinct to fall back onto his haunches and allow himself full reign of his body, but Twilight kept him routed in place, angling lower with each passing second. She inched closer to his waiting folds with a single claw as another hand ran up his body, brushing his fur backwards, an odd sensation that tickled and irritated him at the same time.

He was distracted from it before he had a chance to comment by a wave of feeling that burnt through his core and turned his fur to bristles that stood on end. He sighed into the new bliss, his pussy aching as Twilight began to play with it, an errant rub here or there as she slid her claws over the surface of his ass, occasionally dipping to make contact with his clit, electrodes dancing through his being as he hummed out a long note of enjoyment.

The sensuality was only heightened by the smell of Twilight, one he was only able to appreciate with his new, vastly dissimilar senses. It was the musk of a dragon, and until now, it had always been so commonplace to him that he had never noticed it. But inside the body of a mare? Twilight was a strong, virile creature, releasing a powerful aroma as she stood over him, large and imposing even as she continued to affectionately rub and flick at his nub with a delicate pace.

"Mmh, fuck..." Spike could feel something other than the rapture he was awash in, and even despite all of the distraction, he attempted to cut through the raging want in his mind to hone in on the source of the anomaly. It was a swath of ethereal, luminescent energy, swirling inside of him and focussing on one particular point, almost feeling like it was directly at the front of his brain.

He closed his eyes tight, fighting a pant. He identified a swirling mesh of colours: purple, yellow, blue, and most of all, green spun in a vortex that Spike almost felt he could have been lost in if he delved any deeper. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware of a reaction rising with the kick of his leg as Twilight rubbed his clit faster, bending down and softly nipping at his ear.

"Spike... you think you're almost ready?"

He heard another chuckle from Twilight, and it only sounded huskier than last time, more dark. Spike succumbed to the feeling of powerlessness, of being unable and unwilling to prevent Twilight from doing whatever she wanted to him. His breath came in short bursts, his eyelids flitting as he attempted to keep his eyes scrunched shut, to keep studying and understanding the rising feeling inside of him even as Twilight continued to play with his pussy.

Was he getting close, or was this something else entirely?

He could feel small circles being rubbed around his clit as he continued to pant, barely restrained splendour shooting through his senses as he moaned out, the colours in his mind congealing to form a more whole and perfect green, small strings of purple still dancing on the outside, slowly entwining until—

"Oh... oh my gosh, Twilight!" his whole body locked up, and instead of the orgasm he sought, a small burst of green shot from his horn, almost as intense as what he'd been expecting. He found it hard to stay still, his horn still alight and throbbing even as Twilight continued in her diligence, unrelenting in her rubs until eventually Spike was on the verge of collapse, the dual sensations of his puffy, pulsating pussy and his hard, aching horn combining with the heave of his chest and the shake of his hooves until they finally joined together in one final moment of harmony, him becoming one with them as he lost himself in the final throes of release.

They characterised themselves with a load shout of the word 'fuck!', a long stream of magic escaping his searing horn, and a soft spray of his juices seeping out of his pussy, upgrading to a hard squirt as Twilight pressed down on his clit—the intensity of his magic's beam was bolstered, and as he shot two distinctly dissimilar products of his essence from either side of his body, one that he'd never experienced, Spike began to wonder just how reluctant he'd be to give Twilight her body back when the time came.

He fell onto his side with a slight flourish of his manic wings, a single moment of air resistance to cushion the fall as the last of his juices seeped down onto his hind leg, matting his fur. Twilight still stood above him, still smiling, and Spike quickly found the recovery position—it felt necessary after something so mind blowing, something that had shaken him so heavily and given him so much that he never knew he was even capable of experiencing.

"How was that?" Twilight asked, softly stroking his barrel as he struggled to regain his breath.

Spike only nodded. Nodded a lot, his eyes shining with lust and awe. That might have been the most odd, powerful climax he had ever felt, and the residual effects were still running over his body, small tremors that caused him to shiver and pull at his bottom lip with his teeth, embarrassed to let out another moan or whimper.

Twilight moved her hand up, beginning to stroke at his mane as she watched him gradually return to a state of calm, his ears no longer flicking, his tail no longer batting the floor, his wings no longer attempting to repeatedly open and close like a broken elevator.

"That good, huh?" Twilight sat beside Spike, gently patting him. "I remember my first time getting off like that, there's something magical about it, isn't there?"

"Was..." Spike cut himself off, he realised how sensitive his body felt right now, so much so that even speaking was a pleasant vibration. Still, he needed to cut through that if only to ask. "Was that a pun, just now?"

Twilight's eyes seemed to travel to the ceiling as she retraced her words, and she soon snickered. "I suppose it was, but seriously, it's an amazing feeling. You handled it better than I did the first time," she admitted, rubbing at the back of her neck.

Spike's curiosity was greater than his exhaustion. "Really? What happened to you the first time?"

"Let's just say my beam was a little more powerful than yours, and a small portion of Celestia's library wing got scorched."

"Oh wow," Spike breathed, remembering for the first time the destructive power his new horn held. "...hold on a second. Celestia's library? Why were you doing that in there?"

Twilight's cheeks immediately turned red, scarlet tinges on purple scales, probably hot to the touch for any pony. "It was the adult section, okay?"

"Adult section?" Spike repeated, eyes widening. "You mean to tell me that Celestia's got a library wing devoted to porn, or something like that?"

Her blush only intensified. "N-not exactly. When I say adult novels, I mean... You know how you'll occasionally see a non-explicit sex scene in a romance, or a particularly sensual scene that's just a little more racy than you're used to?"

It took a second for Spike to realise what she was referring to, the tame scenes you might see in non-erotic stories, the type that barely even classified as a turn on. He didn't mean to giggle, but there were a lot of things that Spike didn't mean to do. "That's it? You had an orgasm so powerful that you burnt half a room down from reading about a few smooches and light touches?"

"It was more than that!" Twilight defended, swatting at his side with a hand. "Th-there was stripping too, and—"

"Twilight, literally everyone we know is publicly naked a vast majority of the time."

"I like literature, okay?!" Twilight's eyes were hard, her lips stiff and unamused. "Is it really such a shock that I—young me, at that—would get pretty excited reading about two compelling characters going at it?"

"Oh, well as long as they were compelling," Spike assured her, rolling his eyes.

She seemed to miss his obvious sarcasm, as she only offered a fierce nod. "They were! I wouldn't read about just any old cardboard cut outs having second rate sex, I liked the characters!"

"Enough to blow a hole in Celestia's library," Spike quipped as Twilight prepared to bark something back, her back straightening as she looked down at him, only for her to relax all at once.

"Anyways... Do you feel as if you're ready to use your horn now? Can you still feel it?"

Spike closed his eyes, preparing to search again, but he didn't need to. The presence was essentially imprinted on his mind from the recent activity, and reaching out to brush against it was as easy as being aware of his own consciousness. "Yeah, I can feel it."

"Try and use it, just make your horn spark, something simple. You have to make sure that the conduit between your mind and your horn is established before you attempt to cast magic."

Spike did as he was told, squinting his eyes and tensing as he attempted to push a rivulet of glowing magic past the tip of his horn. He felt a light warmth above his head, but Twilight laid a gentle hand on him once more. "Relax. It has to flow naturally, don't force it out."

Even with Spike's voice, Twilight still sounded scholarly and caring, a strange mix that only she managed to possess in such an endearing manner. Her voice soothed him, and once more he attempted to make his horn work, this time feeling an arcane stream slowly funneling upwards, amalgamating at the centre of his mind as a small measure trickled out, the almost painful burn from before replaced with a light, pleasant glow. "This is magic?" Spike asked, a light gasp in his voice as he released the spell.

"It is indeed, and you did very well just now, Spike." She gave him a quick nuzzle, pushing her head down and brushing it against Spike's mane, and for a moment he was lost in comfortable gratification, enjoying his praise. "Now try and focus that energy, okay?"

Spike's eyebrows narrowed as he looked up at Twilight. "How do I do that?"

"When you close your eyes and focus on your magic, what do you see?"

"Swirling colours," Spike recounted, closing his eyes again to focus on the image. It was as he said, streaks of intangible energy permeated his mind's eye.

"Try and weave them into an image. That's how you cast a spell, at the most rudimentary level."

"Really? You don't need to learn incantations or anything like that?"

"Unicorns are limited by three things," Twilight stated, her back rigid as she went into lecture mode. "Power, which is to a certain level intrinsic and can only be improved by consistently casting complex spells. Theoretical knowledge of magic and its applications, which is where many unicorns fall flat, and most importantly, imagination."

Spike's eyes widened, his head cocked. "Imagination? That's really that big of a deal?"

Twilight nodded instinctually, as if it wasn't even a question. "If you have the first two, those are the foundations of your ability, but if you wish to innovate and become adept at all kinds of spells, even create your own? You need to be able to imagine them. It's like a formula, in a sense, lots of processes coming together to create something completely new, even if it's been done a thousand times."

By the time she had finished speaking, Twilight had gone all dreamy-eyed. Spike couldn't help but wonder if she'd received a similar speech from Princess Celestia in her fillyhood with how she seemed to revere the words. None of that changed just how new all of this was to him. "This sounds like a lot to take in," he winced, still trying to focus on the blots of colour even as he spoke. "Are you sure I'm going to be able to do this?"

"Well, you're in my body, so you've already got the power. You're missing the magical knowledge, but I know you've got just as much imagination as me, Spike. Besides, what I'm asking you to create is something you've already seen on yourself in the past. If anything, this is more a case of memory than envisioning. Do you really think it's going to be that difficult?"

Oh, right. Spike had almost forgotten by this point why he was even trying to cast magic, but the words from Twilight brought it right back to him. "So we're clear, did you really get me off just so that I could give you an extra dick?"

"You being able to cast magic will have tons of uses!" Twilight protested, rubbing her neck. "This is just a, uhh, fringe benefit of that, that's all!"

"Yeah, sure." She really was a terrible liar, and she was even worse when she was inhabiting him. Did that make him a bad liar by default? "So, I can see the shapes, what next?"

"See if you can maintain that vision with your eyes open, then focus on what you want to see appear."

Spike opened his eyes. The strange colours didn't persist, but he could envision them well enough. He stared down at Twilight's crotch. "And just... imagine you with two penises? Or rather, imagine me?"

"That's pretty much it!" Twilight nodded, her legs slightly spread and her single cock swinging.

"Shouldn't I try something simpler first, like levitation?" Spike was beginning to worry more and more with each passing second, what if he somehow damaged his own body? Wait, Twilight said that any transformation she was capable of wasn't permanent, so he'd be fine, right?

"Spike, that body's been capable of levitation for over twenty years, stop worrying! This'll be really simple, and it'll be over before you even realise, so just go for it!"

"Okay... if you say so." Spike his lip, rubbing one hind leg against the other as he focussed intently on Twilight's hanging cock, the mental image of a duplicate appearing in his mind, just as long, just as capable...

A flash, and it was over before it began. There was no incremental change, no split or process of muscle and sinew being imbued, altered, or replaced, just poof, and there Twilight had two dicks, both sat right next to each other, both seemingly identical.

Spike stared for a few moments, amazed that he had managed to pull it off, and for a while, Twilight did the same. Then he realised the problem, and looked up at her with hesitance. "It... wasn't like that when I had it. It was more like they started at the same base and branched off from one another. Yours just look like two separate dicks sitting next to each other."

"I know, isn't it great?" Twilight grinned, looking down at them and knocking one against the other like a perverse abacus. "Imagine the feeling of two male orgasms at once! That'll be one for the notebooks, most certainly."

"Are you even sure that the duplicate is completely capable?"

Twilight brushed a hand against each cock, and each time one bounced a little at her touch, stiffening from the contact. "Seems like it! I'm not sure if the second one would be capable of impregnation, but I don't see any dragons around for you to knock up, so that's hardly an issue! Wait, unless you can breed with a pony? Tests for later."

Spike almost had an aneurysm on the spot. "Since when are we testing that?! I don't want to be a father!"

"Alright, alright!" Twilight said, waving her hands at him. "Hypothesis for discussion later, is that better?"

"Yeah, I guess," Spike nodded, not entirely sure that it was. "But what do we do now?"

"Now? We..." Twilight trailed off, her eyes widening as she fumbled for a clock, eventually finding the one that hung on the kitchen wall as always. "Shit. What do we do now? I haven't given a single thought to my itinerary. Should we switch back for now?"

"Nah, I think it'd be fun to try and be each other for a day. I take it you don't have anything too pressing to do, or you'd have remembered by now. As for me? Well, I'm not supposed to be back for a couple of days, but I said I'd give the Crusaders help with interview techniques when I got back. They're all applying to university this summer, and I wanted to give them a bit of a head start."

"Sweetie, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom?" Twilight asked, a curious glint in her eye. "How old are they these days, again?"

"Sweetie and Apple Bloom are both nineteen, Scoots recently turned eighteen. Why do you ask?"

"No reason! Anyways..." Twilight seemed to consider her words for a moment before continuing. "How about I go and help them out with their university stuff, and you do whatever I had planned today? You're my faithful assistant, after all, and you've been working for Celestia for a couple of years now, so I doubt you'll have any trouble with my day activities. You should be able to find my day planner in my nightstand, if you go have a look."

Spike took that as a cue to rise, his body still lightly throbbing from the recent orgasm. "What about you? Are you off already?"

"I think I'll break in this new body a little more first," Twilight idly commented, flexing her muscles as she inspected her arms and chest. "And then I'll go and pay the Crusaders a visit. Sound good to you?"

"Yeah, just don't do anything I wouldn't!"

A devious smirk. "I won't, don't worry about that." Before he had a chance to respond, Twilight had walked out, a tail flicking past the doorway as Spike took in her words, her strange smile. He honestly hoped she wasn't planning what he was beginning to think she was, if only because it'd make him jealous.

Still, two could play at that game. If Twilight was going to go and try to fuck the Crusaders, Spike could hit back, he just had to find an edge. Who did Twilight have a crush on? Who had a crush on Twilight? Being around the castle less and out working more had had a bit of an impact on how intimately aware he was of his best friend's love life, but he still had a couple of ideas.

Maybe he could try to sleep with one of the girls? Maybe even Celestia? Hah, that'd definitely piss off Twilight, but would Celestia be able to recognise that it wasn't really her? Other alicorns might have been worth avoiding for now, but it was a thought to keep in mind for later.

The day planner. That'd give him some inkling of what to do next. A small pep in his pony hooves, Spike began walking back up the stairs and into Twilight's bedroom, becoming more and more used to walking like a pony with each stride. When he reached the nightstand, he tried once again to reach out with his horn and picture the drawer opening and to his surprise, it did.

After pulling through a couple of miscellaneous items and study materials, he found his way to the planner. Opening it up and flicking forwards to today's date, he began to read. The morning was entirely clear, but the afternoon had a couple of notes scribbled on it.

Remember to liaise with Ponyville tax officials this week. Restart flying lessons with Rainbow Dash. Try and visit parents before this weekend.

Well the first one sounded absolutely boring, and had no timestamp on it, so Spike would be avoiding it like the plague. Meeting with Rainbow sounded both interesting and beneficial, as it'd give him a little more insight concerning how the heck he was meant to use his new wings. Plus, he was pretty sure that Rainbow had a thing for Twilight, but had never been able to confirm it.

Spike was just about to close the book and walk away when a thought hit him, a terrible, fantastic thought. Twilight's parents. Sure, Twilight probably didn't have any sort of crush on them, but what a way it'd be to get her back! Plus, there was something strangely arousing about the idea of convincing the pair of them to have sex with him in Twilight's body...

Part of him wondered if he could pull it off, if he could even be convincing enough for them to think that he really was Twilight. That said, who knew her better than him? If she was going to go and fuck the Crusaders, this was his revenge, and revenge was going to be sweet. Besides, what with all the new sensations that Twilight's body was bringing him, Spike was beginning to wonder just what it might feel like to get his new pussy broken in by a thick cock.

He'd have to make sure he didn't get impregnated though, even now he wasn't willing to go that far. Still, with his new, insidious plot in mind and a perfect opportunity to carry it out, Spike was sure that this day was definitely going to be a fun one.

Time to shower and perfume up; Night Light would be first on his fuck list.