Secret intimacies

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During stormy nights
Chapter 2
Finally Twilight

During stormy nights

**Secret intimacies

During stormy nights.**

-Spike-

Thunder makes the earth beneath my feet shake while rain pours from above like there’s no tomorrow. The ponies of Ponyville are all inside their houses, each one of them with their families, maybe getting closer to the fireplace or perhaps already inside their warm beds, being lullabied by the water droplets crashing constantly against the windows.

Lightning paints itself across the canvas of the dark sky as a crooked white line only to disappear the second afterwards. Once again, thunder follows.

The place I’m trying to reach in this merciless weather is as clearly set in my head as a name that was written on paper, but quickly erased, leaving behind marks on the white sheet and a blur of color.

I can’t think straight when there’s a storm…

It becomes worse when I don’t know my destination.

Last time there was a storm like this I was in Canterlot on royal business.

Back then I woke up in the princess’ room in a mountain of rubble and pieces of furniture that had been blasted in what seemed to be an act of sheer violence. There was a mark of a hoof burning on my left cheek and my chest scales tickled in a particular way, the same way they do, when they’ve been exposed to magic.

If I remember correctly, the princess’ face was red as a tomato, surely because she was angry for whatever I had done. She hid herself behind her bed sheets and screamed at me with a voice I had never heard before coming from her.

“GET OUT!”

Just the memory of it turns my knees into jelly, yet at the same time, makes my chest burn in a weird anticipation, I truly never understood.

Puberty…

I guess I could blame all this on that. The age doesn’t match though…at least not for a dragon.

My body temperature goes even further down thanks to the long exposure to the cold wind and rain. I can see the puffs of my breath in the air become whiter, more defined, as if I were a mist factory. My breath is heavy and I pant constantly. There’s no pain, but I ache for relief.

This time it is Twilight who is away on royal business. I’d have accompanied her, but she’s also supposed to spend a few days with her parents in Canterlot, something they asked for. It has been months since she last saw them and had enough time to actually talk to them. I never got along with them. No, wait. I guess at some point I did…when I was a lot younger than what I am right now, a hatchling even, but nowadays, they can’t stand me. They frown at my sight or talk behind my back, shooting daggers at me whenever I’m too close to them or Twilight. Of course they make sure their daughter doesn’t notice it, otherwise they wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Continuing my walk I accidentally crash my tail against an unlucky mail box. The poor thing breaks like a twig and falls to the ground with a deafening metallic sound. The water droplets assault the fallen creating noise as charming as a little foal playing drums with their mother’s pots. I should be glad though. I can’t even fathom what I’d have done if I had hit a pony. I can already picture its lifeless body on the ground with its neck twisted in a way it was never meant to by nature, or with its ribs broken, screaming with punctured lungs that a grown dragon was roaming the streets of the usually….well, relatively peaceful town.

…

Such a weird thought, killing a pony by accident…but as I mentioned before, I am not myself when there’s a storm.

Small ponds shaped like my claws are left behind in the mud of the road, together with the trail left by my tail dragging itself along behind me. I get dirty more quickly than the rain can wash it away. That’s about to change though. As if the heavens had been split open, and as if they had been always a dam above our heads, water pours apparently endlessly and becomes a watery curtain that even I can’t see through.

All out of the sudden I can see or hear no more besides the water falling and in my head a fear begins to form, something other ponies would have labeled as silly, but which for me was a very serious matter.

“I’m all alone.”

I pick up the pace of my walk caring less if anypony gets scared by the small earthquakes caused

To roam aimlessly is no longer an option. Something will go away, leaving me behind.

“Home…”

I no longer think the words. They begin to escape my lips, now perfectly audible for others.

Continuing my search for that I can’t place or remember, I finally see a yellowish light from one of the ones I assumed were the houses I was surrounded by before I couldn’t distinguish the world around me anymore.

Behind the glass I see the shape of a pony with something I will describe as a puffy mane. I can’t see it very well, can’t say if it is a male or female, nor can I tell what it’s saying while it stares a monster in the eye. There’s some reaction when its eyes adjust to the darkness and recognizes more than a gargantuan shape outside its house, but thunder and lightning interrupt before I can make out what it is.

Blinding and deafening are the best adjectives to describe the last spectacle displayed in the heavens. It takes a few seconds for my eyesight to come back and even longer for my ears to catch again the tune of the rain. I don’t go back to my normal self though. For a split second there was something more there, something brought by the roar of thunder and the lights…

They presented me with an illusion that feels like more than that.

Even though they weren’t there, I “saw” two ponies, one besides the other towering above me, staring down at me. I didn’t distinguish much, but I “knew” they are male and female…a couple.

The thought leaves my head before it can become any clearer and I’m left pondering about nothing in the cold.

My eyes wander across the dark canvas looking for the next bolt, yet they find nothing.

In panic I run, my sight nailed to the heights. I only take it away for a second when I hear the sound of wood being crushed under extreme weight.

The victim this time was a food stand. Its owner had been surely chased away by the weather this morning. Reassured that I hadn’t damaged anything too valuable, I kept running.

The search was worth it. Another bolt finally strikes again. I make sure to give it all of my attention, so that it can scramble my brain once more.

For a second time the shapes appear. This time I can tell they are furious. They’re yelling to the top of their lungs. They seenm to do nothing else besides that. I lose my interest rather quickly for I thought the hallucination would give me a hint to where I should be heading at. I’m about to turn around when a third shape appears in the middle of the two and my heart skips a beat.

The third pony is small with a rather long straight mane and a tiny horn coming out of her forehead.

Once the show is over and I am transported again to the real world, I understand why loneliness was something I was so afraid of.

Is one born alone and cares not to surround oneself with others, why should be loneliness something to be afraid of?

How can one miss what have never possessed?

I'm surely not like those, I surely can be afraid of it, for I’ve never been alone. From the moment I was born I was given the prettiest jewel, prettier even than amethyst, ruby or emerald, warmer and softer to the touch too.

Its company is everything to me. We complement each other like two pieces of the same pendant.

I wasn’t to claim it for myself though….even if the jewel in question wanted to be claimed by me.

It didn’t take longer than an instant for the next strike of lightning to appear behind me. Quickly I turned my head towards it, but it was too late. Who is to best lightning in its own game?

I can only catch a glimpse of the three shadows before they vanish. On the spot of the third one, the place my jewel was located, I see golden light stream down from a second floor window.

The window belongs to a building shaped like a carrousel. It’s my new goal. There I’ll surely find my jewel.

I knock at the structure with more force I would have intended to under other circumstances.

The door shakes and the wood groans in pain at the sudden impact, but it does not give in. A voice complains from the inside for the noise.

I knock a second time and I sense the voice owner come down as it comes down mumbling.

I continue knocking.

The door opens slightly and lets me see a white muzzle and azure eyes.

“What is it!?”

There’s a mare behind the door. She asks with annoyance in her voice as if interrupted by something very important.

I don’t care to reply and force the door open.

The sudden outburst naturally scares the mare away. She attempts to hurry back upstairs to the safety of her room, but before she can reach the first step of the stairs I grab her and push her against the houses’ wall.

Her cheek is pressed against the wall, while I hold her forelegs up. Her hind legs are slightly spread apart and her tail is trapped against my crotch.

The mare in my grasp squirms trying to regain its freedom, rubbing herself surely unwillingly against me.

She wears an expression of fear as cold sweat runs down her forehead; her white coat is drenched in the sweet smell of lust, her usually stylized mane is a mess of purple threads, giving her a wild and temping look, which is accentuated even more by her attire: Black see-through socks made of the finest silk with a beautiful garter belt of the same color, contrasting amazingly against the her alabaster fur and complementing the blue of her cutie mark.

The mare in my grasp starts to blush; over-conscious about her position and surely as a result of her rubbing herself against me.

I run the tip of my claws over her socks and circle in a playful manner around her cutie mark. She shudders to my touch, but her skin gets warmer, an abrupt contrast against the temperature of my scales.

I can’t help it but smile for I’ve finally found that I thought was forever missing.

“I’ve missed you. You can’t fathom how much. I’ve longed for you for so many days I can’t tell anymore. I’ve craved to hold you in my arms as more than a friend and awake on the same bed as you do. You’re mine now and forever, your mind, body, yourself.”

Surprised by my words she seeks her reflection in my eyes. Her mouth is slightly open and her eyes wide as plates, while her heart beats like a drum inside her pony chest. It takes her a while to recognize the green of my eyes and understand the shape of the being holding her.

Once more her face turns red, but this time there’s no longer fear, just confusion and astonishment.

“S-Spike!?”

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-Rarity-

I enter the boutique stomping around, quite mad at the lack of a warning from Rainbow dash about the sudden change of the planned weather for the week. Not only wasn’t I able to purchase any groceries, but my dress got completely ruined. The pashmina I was wearing got completely soaked and let’s not even talk about the dress that went with it. Ooowf! I must have looked like a fool, the only pony around wearing sunglasses during the biggest storm of the last decade.

My cheeks turn a bit crimson at the thought of what other ponies might have thought about me at the moment.

I use my magic to take my clothes off and take them to the back of the boutique where I won’t worry about the rain water staining my floor.

Once I am done with that, I go over to my bathroom to dry myself.

On the way there I carefully mop the traces of my hooves on the floor so that it remains impeccable.

“But really, a little heads up would have been nice, Rainbow dash.”

I can’t stop complaining to a friend that can’t hear me. The sudden change of weather took everypony at the market place by surprise. Even poor Applejack had to pack her apples as fast as she could and leave her stand unattended. I’m sure she’ll come back to pick it up later, but who can tell what kind of effects will have the amount of water on the old wooden structure?

I guess, Applejack must talk with Rainbow about some things too.

Finally in my bathroom I’m allowed a breath after all that mopping. The room is carefully decorated to remain fully functional and still have a Victorian atmosphere. The general idea for this room was “royal bath”, which I must say was achieved perfectly. I painted all the metallic parts of the room golden to provide with a general sense of royalty while I used stylish purple hoof crafted carpets to contrast beautifully with the natural white of the basin, floor tiles and bath tub so that it might have a sense of cleanness and a dazzling finish.

All decorations were carefully positioned to point out or accentuate the bathtub in the middle of the room to give the viewer the uncontrollable need to bath, something I must admit, I was feeling at the moment. Sometimes I frighten myself with how good I’m at designing, so good that I can’t even escape the charm of my own creations.

The thought about a warm shower only floated in my mind for about two seconds before I went on and did it.

It was marvelous, how the water slid down my coat, bringing warmth again to my body. I had not realized how cold I was until then.

I play around under the shower a bit before I am ready to soap myself.

“Mmm…lavender.”

I take a deep breath in to enjoy the sweet aroma, which caused me to giggle at my own silly actions. I remember then I had something even better stored. I wanted to save it for some special occasion, but I guess, the biggest storm of the decade is as special an occasion as any other.

“Sweetie Belle! Oh, Sweetie Belle! Could you be a dear and bring me the golden package in the my closet? You know which one I’m talking about, don’t you?”

I hear no reply.

I pull my head out of the shower thinking that it might be the reason why my little sister didn’t hear me.

“Sweetie Belle? Sweetie Belle do you hear me?”

Still no reply.

“Where could that little filly be now?”

As if making sure that I don’t forget, lightning suddenly strikes on the other side of my window, making me jump so high in the air in surprise that I almost get trapped in my own bath curtain.

I stifle a nervous laugh.

“That’s right…it’s raining.”

I suddenly come to the realization that Sweetie Belle must have also been caught off guard by the weather.

“If I remember correctly she was supposed to be with Scootaloo and Applebloom at Applejack’s farm, trying to obtain her cutie marks again.”

I want to be sure and once more call for my little sister.

“Sweeeeetie belle, are you home?”

Silence is all I hear.

“Well, what do you know? It actually is a special occasion! I have the whole house to myself and I have the free time to enjoy it!”

I quickly jump out of the bath tub and head for my room. Obviously I take the mop with me, but I don’t start cleaning right away. I’d do so on the way back.

Finally with the desired package in my hooves, I enter the shower once more and give myself a very long bath, putting special attention to the parts others don't see, cleaning every nook and cranny with my soap of golden rose.

I ponder for a long time about how I’d spend the afternoon. The thought of hot pasta with a few selected herbs and a delicious sauce turned my mouth into water, but there was none of that in the house.

With anger I remember I don’t have anything in the house to make dinner or breakfast for that matter. The idea was scratched right away.

Reading a book was out of the question. I had been reading the whole week about new designs, dresses from Canterlot and a few novels to draw some inspiration from. I wanted to at least think about something that some way or the another wouldn’t remind me of work.

The refreshing shower was over and I had not thought of any productive way to use my time.

I keep pondering as I dry myself and on the way to my bed room.

My bed groans slightly as I let myself fall heavily on top of it still without any good ideas.

Hoping that a light bulb would go on above my head I inspected my surroundings.

Without achieving much, my eyes wander from my window to my mirror, hovering over a chest, in which I place a few bottles of perfume and other scented articles such as candles, until they finally stop at the sight of the beams on the ceiling of my room.

“Sigh…so much time and nothing to do…”

I am a tad depressed. The soap for special occasion was wasted and the afternoon didn’t show any signals of improving anytime soon. I guessed it’d all end with me wrapped in my pajamas enjoying the bland taste of whatever I might have in the kitchen to still my hunger.

Resigned to just let the time slip by as I try to nap away until the next day, I go down stairs and find a few cucumbers, which I guessed were Sweetie Belle’s. Giving no second thought as to why she had hidden them from my sight, I take those upstairs and eat two, saving the rest for later or even tomorrow if the weather has not changed by then. When I open my closet, a place I intentionally overlooked, I find a piece of black cloth hanging lazily from one of my drawers.

You don’t need to be Twilight to guess what the reason for this was. I could already picture Sweetie Belle sniffling around my things, looking for one dress she could try on. I wouldn’t have guessed she’d go for something so adult though.

What she had tried on was something from my more…mmm…mature works, something I designed thinking about couples that might need to spice up their bed time. The piece in question was a set of black socks made of silk with a very elegant garter belt to go along with it. Few stallions would resist the sight of their special somepony dressed in the daring attire.

I give the clothes a short sniff to see how much use they had seen. To my relief, they still smell clean; though it was obvious they were worn. Sweetie surely put them on and took a look at herself in the mirror quickly realizing they were too big for her.

I can somehow understand why she did it. I don’t have a big sister and mother never wore something I even considered putting on, but I understand quite well that Sweetie looks up to me, so it isn’t that weird that she wants to imitate me by wearing my things.

I do have to share a few words with her about this though. I am not too happy about my things being used without my consent.

With great care I take the clothes out of the drawer using my magic and fold them. The material is softer than I remember it and its touch against my fur is so thrilling I couldn’t resist the urge to rub it gently against my cheek. A light charge of electricity goes up my spine all the way up to my head and at last an idea formed.

With blushed cheeks I look both sides even though I know for a fact that no pony is there to watch or judge me.

“Well….I guess that’s also a productive way to spend one’s time…”

____ ____ ____

I slide the socks up my legs, each with a single swift movement as I lie on my back on top of my bed, the garter belt sitting perfectly around my waist.

My reflection in my mirror is something I can’t take my eyes off. As I said before even I can fall victim to the spells of my own creations.

Slowly a story begins to appear in my head like a movie that plays itself against my will. No longer stands before the oval mirror in my room Rarity, the fashionista. Instead there’s an unfortunate mare, belied by the one she thought loved her and brought into a world of drugs and abuse in the harsh streets of Manehattan, earning her daily dosis by dancing in low strip clubs in the ugly part of downtown, providing the wealthier customers with more than a short preview of her body.

The crowd roars when I go on stage. The spotlight follows my every step, every circle I do around the pole, before the clothes begin to fly away.

I make sure to keep it sensual to heat up my audience, giving the lucky ponies that catch one of my clothes a meaningful smile to keep them involved in my show.

When I come down to the last piece of cloth left on me, for some reason the crowd begins to chant the same request: “Take it all, take it all!”

I’d have stopped right there, but the boss gives me a sign and climbs onto the stage too.

“Well, well, you know the rules here, guys. “

The audience replies angry. They want to see it all and I’m sure…they want more than that.

I no longer have a saying in this. The dancing is long over and the sale has just begun.

The bidding starts with ten bits. I’m quite offended by the amount.

“Twenty bits if she takes it off and I can keep it!”

I refrain from looking at the stallion with disgust.

“Stallions always the same beasts.”

A mare from the audience scolds the last bidder. Everypony including myself are surprised. It isn’t often that there’s a mare enjoying the show. She gives me a meaningful smile and I blush. None of my customers so far have been mares, but I can’t say I wouldn’t give it a try.

The mare says seventy bits and takes another gulp from her glass.

Quickly the amount becomes larger and larger, the customers that usually try to spent their money wisely throughout the night are dead set on giving it all away for getting a better view, some of them even suggesting even a touch.

Finally a white stallion speaks up. “One thousand bits for the piece of clothing!” My boss, who used to be my lover, let’s the mike fall, a surprised smile is plastered upon his face. The stallion continues talking “And four thousand more if I am satisfied.”

It’s now me whose eyes are wide like plates.

Five thousand in one night, no, in a single transaction.

I’ve been done so much more for so much less. It must be illegal to get that much money for what I’ve come to think as little. I grab my last piece of cloth tightly. I don’t want it to slid down even an inch without my consent, I don’t want to spoil the sale.

I make my way towards my number one customer to the date. I smile at him like a demon that plays, assuring him that his purchase won’t be a waste, that I’m completely worth those four thousands and that if I’m not, I’ll do whatever to make up for the rest.

Abruptly I hear another voice call from a dark corner of the establishment, a last second bidder. The most handsome I’ve seen if I ever saw any.

“Six thousand! If she keeps the clothes on and she goes back to her room.”

The room fell in silence. A few ponies were like “Whaaaa?”

My boss quickly picks up the mike and tries to provoke others into raising the offers, but now it’s pretty clear the thing is between those two, the white stallion and the last second bidder.

“Six thousand, do you want them or not?”

The count begins. “One…”

The crowd boos disappointed.

“Two…”

The white stallion approaches the other. He’s clearly angry.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing!?”

“If you don’t like it, raise the offer.”

“As if would give that much money for spoiled goods!”

“Three!”

There’s a sound of hooves breaking bones. Nopony knows how it happened, but everypony sees the white stallion fly across the room unconscious.

The last second bidder approaches my boss with two bags full of what I assume are bits.

“Here. My one thousand bits and his five thousand to make six.”

He turns his head to me. His expression is angry and full of what I think is contempt.

“Go to your room now, little filly.”

Nobody contradicts him, me included. Though once I’m far away enough I mumble between my teeth.

“Jerk!”

__ __ __

I hear the knocking on my door, a particular tune my boss uses to let me know it’s him.

I’m still mad at the last words of the bidder. So I open the door violently and scream at the pony on the other side. It wasn’t my boss though. It was the bidder.

I understand now why it called me kid. He’s at least six inches bigger than I am, not only in height, but his frame is backed up by hardened muscle.

“W-what are you doing here? What do you want!?”

I use all the courage I’ve at my disposal to yell at the stallion on my door, but he doesn’t even flinch. He just looks like before, full of contempt, as if disapproving my very being.

“I’m going to scream.” I don’t know why I said that. Must have been a reflex. “Lucky! Lucky! Get this guy out of here!”

I call for my boss, but he doesn’t appear.

“Lucky? Do you mean him? The irony!”

He moves away and lets me see a beaten pony I can barely recognize as Lucky, the one that once said that loved me. His blue coat is now red and he’s missing a few teeth, not to mention that both his eyes are black and a cigar seems to have been put out on his forehead.

I couldn’t care less about him. Serves him right for all he has done. But now I’m afraid for what’s about to happen.

The stallion suddenly comes closer. I step back, but I’m too slow.

His lips lock themselves with mine in a forced kiss I try to pull myself from in vain.

The kiss is long lasting and quite invasive. If I try to pull back, he pushes forward. If I attempt to turn my head away, he uses his hooves to bring my face back to its right place with the right amount of forcefulness. I kick and hit with all the strength I have, but there’s no reaction. Instead he giggles as he kisses, amused by my petty attempts of resistance. He finishes after a while and let go of me.

I breathe in deeply trying to get back some air in my lungs. My head is spinning and my face burns. I hate that he kissed me. I hate it, I totally do. But I’ve got to admit he’s a great kisser. Ashamed by the fact that deep down my body didn’t reject him, I try to slap him. It hurts me more than him.

My hoof is stopped by his face without even managing a change in his expression.

He smiles. “Is that all?”

I slap him with my other hoof, but the result is the same.

He grabs both my hooves with his and places them above my head, leaving me defenseless. I have no chance of resisting. He’s just too strong.

His muzzle slides down my neck slowly and gently. My skin begins to warm up on every spot he’s passed by. I close my eyes and wiggle my hips in response to the ticklish sensation of his tongue or the soft nabs of his teeth on my skin.

“N-no...s-stop it…”

My eyes begin to tear up.

One of his hooves lets go of me, but the other is enough to keep me trapped.

“What? Did you think I’d let go after doing this much, little filly?”

His free hoof begins to gently rub my legs, making its way up to my cutie mark.

It feels good, incredibly good. I try to keep my act, but now it should look half-assed at best.

There’s another sudden kiss.

“N-nommmnnnn.”

A short moan escapes my lips.

I can sense his hoof going lower as the kiss progresses. My body starts to warm up in anticipation.

Soon he’ll be there…

I clench my hind legs tight together to stop him. He doesn’t press any further. Those aren’t any good news though. With a masterful skill he plays with my nipples , circling around them and giving them light flicks.

He finally pushes away and I’m allowed to catch my breath again. A thin thread of saliva still unites us. My face burns in anger and embarrassment, while my head spins in pleasure and my body longs for more.

As if reading my reactions like an open book, the stallion speaks softly in my ear as it nibbles a bit on it too.

“You want more, don’t you, little filly?”

I can no longer think clearly, but as if programmed to do so, I try to resist one more time, to deny my urges for the sake of my pride.

“N…no…I don’t want this….stop.”

The smile on his face disappears; his place being taken by a slight frown.

“Hmm…looks like you need to learn to be more honest with yourself.”

_________ __________

I throw myself dramatically against my bed. The scene asks for some roughness, so I provide it.

I must be honest. I like where this fantasy is going. My imaginary lover isn’t bad designed either. As a mare that’s usually pampered by almost every stallion, be it with words, presents or actions, I like to see from time to time a stallion that’s a bit more direct with his intentions. This one is a bit too rough…but there’s nothing wrong with that. Actually, it’s kind of enjoyable to be taken like this.

The position is really naughty. My tail lay on my back, leaving my bottom exposed, giving my invisible abuser a nice look of my ass and slit, while my upper body rests partially on top of my bed with my arms stretched.

I turn my head towards my mirror to have a nice look of my slutty self. I can see myself smiling and with bit of effort on my throat, I manage to do a convincing male voice.

“Are you ready?”

The Rarity in the mirror looks malicious and perverted. There’s a glint of sadism in her eyes I just can’t get enough of.

“N-no...”

“…Too bad.”

Finally I feel my hoof press against my lower lips.

“Ooooown!”

The sensation is enough to almost make me cum right away.

Has it really been that long since I did this? I almost forgot how good it felt.

My hoof begins to circle around, pressing my lips strongly, sending load after load of electricity to my brain, almost turning me into an idiot.

“How is it? Do you like it?”

Again faking a male voice I ask myself in the mirror.

“Y…y…”

“Come on say it!”

There is a sudden slip of my hoof I didn’t intend. The muscles of my hind legs contract themselves and my back arches in a chain reaction that makes me scream.

“Yes!!”

I no longer moan but pant. The circling motion of my hoof is no more, instead I grind it against my slit as if my life depends on it. Well known pressure began to build itself on the base of my back.

“Yes!!”

I clench my teeth together as I kept moving my hoof furiously between my legs.

“Come on…faster!”

The edge of my hoof feels excitingly sharp against my labia while the tip crushs lightly my swollen clitoris.

I jump on my bed as if thrown by my rowdy lover. I land on my back with my hind legs spread even more than before.

My reflection is a mess, my mane only a shadow of its former self. Sweat runs down my forehead while a thin thread of saliva ran down my mouth to my chin.

“More comfortable now…?”

“Yes…”

I take a break on my hoof to start the last arc of the story and to make the ending even more satisfying.

“Do you know why I didn’t let you bare yourself before all those bozos? I desire you…from the tip of your hooves to the last thread of hair on your mane. Everything yours is to be mine to consume.

Your purity, your shame…your lust…all of it.”

I give myself a last lewd smile as a parting gift. No longer was there a need to play, to change my voice. I was already too focused on achieving release.

“A…aaaaahnnn….mmmmmnnnnaaa!!”

My lips spread apart as my hoof pushes itself inside me to the limit. Unfortunately for a mare it isn’t much. With great passion I scratch my insides, hoping it’d be enough, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. Deep inside me there’s an itch that threatens with driving me to madness and for the second time in a couple of hours I’ve a great idea.

“The cucumbers…”

As if they had a life of their own, the two vegetables fly towards me like thrown knives. They both stop before me and using my magic I slowly guide them to their descent. I watch anxiously as I lubricate them with my juices. But before the fun part could start, somepony knocks in my door so loudly and with such strength that I can’t turn a blind eye to it.

“W-w-wha-what!?”

I jump in the air, the cucumbers slipping from my magic grasp and landing crudely on the room’s floor. I’ll have to wash them before I can use them and after I’ve done that, my arousal will be long before gone, making all this ordeal pointless and leaving me incredibly frustrated.

My goodness, some ponies can’t be so rudely clueless about the needs of others!

There’s a second knock on my boutique’s front door with the same strength and eagerness as the one before.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

I wish those words were said under other circumstances. Owww…I’m so angry right now!

Making my way downstairs I keep wondering who could it be at such hour and with what purpose? Which pony of all I know would come all the way here during this storm?

In my mind images of Twilight and the others flash in a certain order, but each one is discarded after giving it a little bit of thought.

Twilight is in Canterlot, Rainbow dash is working right now, Applejack was chased away to her farm, Fluttershy must be hiding beneath her bed sheets praying for the storm to calm down, and Pinkie pie…mmmm…well…I guess it could…oh! That’s right, silly me, it just can’t be Pinkie pie, that mare doesn’t need to knock! She’d have made her way in whether I wanted it or not.

A third knock on my door and I can’t stand it anymore, especially since I’m merely a few steps away from it.

“Oh, dear Celestia, a little patience, please!”

I open the door just a crack to see who it is and to cover myself from his or her eyes. I’m willing to listen to whatever it is he or she has to say, but I’m not letting anypony inside. At least…not while I’m looking like this.

“What is it!!?”

I lash out at the one behind my door, I’d gladly have said more, but my eyes meet no pony. Instead they behold a thing I’m forced to look up to.

It doesn't even take it the slightest effort to blow my door away, of course, with me behind it.

Panic invades me and I instinctively flee to my room, but the thing quickly grabs me and pushes me against the wall.

My behind makes contact with what I’d assume is his groin, making the whole position very, very compromising. I blush as movement stops for a few seconds. I can feel his stare slide down my mane, onto my back, around my waist and down my legs. It has seen me in this attire, has felt the touch of the fabric against my fur, has smelled the sweat on my coat together with the lust dripping from between my legs. The realization of these facts make me blush in shame and embarrassment.

“L-let me go!”

I squirm and wiggle under his grasp to no avail. It’s as if he doesn’t understand what I’m saying or just doesn't care. No matter how hard I struggle there’s no reaction. It’s as if I had been grabbed by a golem. To resist is actually counterproductive. My passion hasn’t subsided yet and the sensation of something rough against my bottom reawakens a lewd tingle at the lowest part of my abdomen.

My body won’t reject it if something else were to happen now. Even if my mind would rather break than accept a stranger inside, my body won’t. It’s a matter of timing, and this thing, this monster, is the luckiest of them all, for it arrived the precise moment, the very instant it had to.

I feel it lean over me as if trying to reach my ears. In my mind there only one question, who is it?

“Big Mac, Soaring, Mr Cake, Caramel, Snowflake?...”

It could be a mare also…

“Lyra, Bon Bon, Carrot Top, Rose, Derpy?...”

One of the girls perhaps?

“Twilight, Fluttershy, Applejack, Pinkie pie, Rainbow dash?...”

The thing is no pony though…could it be…

“A Basilisk, a timberwolf, a griffon, a minotaur, a diamond dog?...”

No, it’s bigger….

“Chrysalis, Discord, Nightmare moon?...”

At least I’d like to know who’s to take me, so that I can slice his face off in his or her sleep.

Finally it whispers words I hadn’t expected to hear at such times.

His voice is deep and somehow warm. It reminds of somepony I know, but I can’t quite put my hoof on who. I take my chances and look back to see emerald eyes staring down on me. No, adoring me, as if beholding something dear, a treasure one has found after long years of search. The gears spin in my head and tie the dots together to give a shape to the soon to become perpetrator of a hideous crime.

“S-spike!?”

It’s the little dragon, I can tell now. The purple scales, the yellowish under belly and those pure emerald eyes are unmistakable, for there’s none but him that has them and none that would see me as he does now.

The love struck gaze has followed me around in countless occasions, whether I was working or having fun with my friends. Spike’s innocent love has been quite apparent to me for a few months now, but I’ve given it no real though dismissing it as a mere crush of a little child. I must admit that the pureness of it has shaken my very core a few times, even made me cry once, but unfortunately, I never saw anything else in him beyond a dear little friend.

This time I see more determination in him and it quite frankly scares me. Just because it is Spike, I’d sweep this whole incident under the rug with a mere slap on his claw and his promise never to do it again. It is partly my fault if he’s aroused now, if in his little mind he’s seeing more than there actually is here. But if he goes any further I don’t know what I’d do.

Suddenly his tongue begins to play with my ears in a manner I’d describe as adult. In this case I think I’d let him off with a short lecture afterwards.

“S-spike…wha-what do you think you’re doing?”

I can’t deny the warmth in my breath or the sweetness in my voice. I guess my behavior is what motivates him to do more.

A light bite on my neck sends shivers down my spine.

I think a longer lecture is in need after this…

“S-spike….Stop it!”

His claws go down around my belly, scratching it softly and playfully, but their intentions are clear all the time. After this, I might have to give him a harder slap.

Something grows between my legs. It’s hot, and thick and there’s no need to mention it’s pointy and relatively big. The tips of his claws have finally reached all the way down and begin to stimulate the tip of my nipples.

“S-SPIKE!! Ahn!”

Maybe I ought to stop talking to him for a few days…for both our sakes.

Although it is quite obvious that this isn’t where all this would stop, I’m quite shocked when I feel his thing prod against my entrance. Spike isn’t positioned correctly but still pushes. It doesn’t go in, it’s not even near the right place, but it slides down with such a speed, stimulating my bare flesh so suddenly with, what I guess are, little protuberances all over his shaft, that for a few seconds I can’t see nothing but white.

“Aaaahn!”

My body is thrilled by the sensation. Spike’s hips retreat a little for the second try to get it in, something I won’t refuse or fight back, no matter how much my mind screams that what’s about to happen is very wrong. I’m still too excited, my body still believes this is a continuation from that fantasy I was enjoying myself with. The reality of the situation is that I was about to be taken by Spike-wikey.

For the second time he presses himself against me, but like before it isn’t close to the entrance.

“Ah!”

It slides a lot quicker this time; I guess it is because it was coated now with my juices. This time it goes upwards and ends up sandwiched between my buttocks.

I’m a little scared. The feel of his rod so close to my back door, gives me strange ideas of what’s about to come. Although I’m quite open minded in certain aspects when it comes down to sex, doing it…there, is something I haven’t given much thought. The main reason is that I’ve heard it hurts quite a lot.

Something pointy teases my rear entrance. My back arches. I try to escape one last time, but Spike lets a bit more of his weight on me, not enough to hurt, but enough to confine me under him.

Spike’s hips begin to push forwards. With terror I can feel how little by little it begins to spread apart, welcoming inside a long body covered in slime.

Instinctively I tighten around it. Spike groans in response. My goal is not this though. I don’t want it to go any further in. In my mind I pray to Celestia.

“Please…don’t…don’t let it go any further in…Dear Celestia, please…”

For an instant I wonder if Celestia gets these kind of prayers often. If once or twice a day she gets this kind of plea.

“Please let me last longer…give me a satisfying orgasm… Dear Celestia, don’t let him cum inside…”

I don’t think that’s something that would be under the jurisdiction of the sun goddess though.

“Nnnnnnnnn.”

The struggle continues, but it can’t last forever. While I’ve been putting my all trying to prevent him from entering, Spike has only used a bit of his strength, as if calculating that at some point I’d show some weakness.

A second…that’s all it takes.

In a flash the whole thing slides in, sending a shock of pleasure directly to my brain, numbing me enough to care less about any pain I might have felt.

“Aaahn…ah…..aah…nmmm…..ah!”

I have to breath otherwise I might pass out. His member is thick…and big…It makes me aware of places inside of me I never even considered.

My hips move a little as if trying to confirm the presence of the long object inside me.

It’s as if I had a pipe inside, restricting my every movement, stretching out my insides, taking the air out of my lungs and tickling the back of my throat.

When he was saying those words, those few sentences of love he whispered in my ears, he must have been lying for there was no bed around where we could lie on, I don’t even think he intended to lie down at all this night.

Without any time to waste he begins to move his hips. The movements are quick and I feel no pain, just a wave of strange pleasure that assaults my brain after each of his trusts.

The protuberances along his shaft bringing are marvelous, heavenly even.

Contrary to my beliefs it doesn’t hurt. The movement is slick and flawless, it doesn’t friction or forces in any point making the whole experience mind-numbing and unbelievably addictive.

No longer do I talk, all I can do is moan or bite my lips with my eyes closed in preparation for the next trust. My body shakes after each as a doll that’s being played with by something a lot bigger than itself.

From time to time I manage to articulate enough to ask him to stop…

“Nnghaa….nnnooo…S-stahp…Spihke…”

But I’d say the attempts are pathetic at best.

The arousal and pleasure don’t stop. My hooves don’t touch the ground anymore. I’m being lifted, with my hind legs hanging lazily around while my forelegs press themselves against the wall as if preventing myself from falling. Spike’s hips clash against my soft flank repeatedly reminding me that his member is all the way up to the base buried inside me.

My slit is being played with. His fingers caress it all over. My outer lips get softly pushed aside with two of his fingers while another two scratch my insides.

The double stimulation is amazing, but Spike apparently isn’t content with just this.

He lets himself fall on his back, while pulling me along with him, leaving me sitting on top of his crotch, impaled by his shaft.

Now he trusts upwards, pushing me away for a few inches from his belly. I slide down his thick mast panting like a mad mare in heat.

It’s entirely different from before. His penis hits spots completely different inside me.

Spike-wikey is a machine whose only purpose is to drive me insane with pleasure.

Twenty minutes must have passed before Spike decided to change positions again. This time it is something more normal.

I lie on my back with my legs spread open, while Spike lies on top of me. Of course, his weight isn’t on me; he uses his claws to support himself.

His face is weird…I can’t tell if he’s smiling or not. But it’s quite clear he’s enjoying himself. I don’t know what kind of face I’m making, but I’d say it is a loose expression of joy too.

After all this time, as he plunges incessantly in my insides, I hear him speak once more.

“I love you…”

My body tightens up as I hear those words. I’ve been always scared of that statement, but this time it’s not fear what makes me tense up. It’s the possibility of me returning the same feeling.

“S…stupid…ah, ha!...you don’t…say those things during sex…mmnnn gah!

It’s….embarra…sing…ahn…”

His tongue dances around my neck for a while before he starts to kiss me passionately.

“N-no...”

It’s too much…I think I’m losing myself…

“D-don’t kiss me while you fuck my ass…”

His lips are placed upon mine, in a kiss I can’t categorize as wild and wanting or delicate and temping. “Perfect” is all that comes into my mind when thinking about it.

His shaft becomes bigger inside me as if suddenly filled by something.

“Ah…he’s going to…cum inside me.”

As the kiss continues, the thought seems casual as if it were nothing I should give much importance.

I wonder when exactly happened…

When did I stop caring and I just simply let him do as he pleased.

When did I not worry anymore about what kind of face I’d make when seeing him the next morning?

“Aaah!”

He groans deeply and releases himself inside me filling me inside in a second. As if synchronized I cum too. I can feel myself convulsing as my consciousness fades away.

Spikey-wikey…you were so rude…so forceful…so rough…

Tomorrow…things are going to be so awkward between us…

…

TO BE CONTINUED!

Chapter 2

Two

-Rarity-

What time is it?

My eyes turn towards the clock on the wall.

Two little arrows point in different directions while a third one hovers a tad faster than a millimeter per second over the black numbers on the artifact’s disc.

According to it, it is 8:17, no, 8:18, but the information is somewhat useless since I don’t know if it is A.M. or P.M.

To me that’s crucial right now. To know if already a day or less has passed since I all this began or if the time I spent unconscious was nothing more than a few minutes.

I wonder….

How long have we been at it already?

Something hard and a bit thick slides down my cheek asking for my attention. Spike caresses my face while he stares at me longingly.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about something else.”

Using my hoof I pull my mane to the side and lower my mouth again down the dragon’s shaft.

“Mmmm…nnnnn.”

The seconds I took off to let my jaw and neck take a short break get me out rhythm.It takes a while to get back on track.

My licks are sloppy and somehow it feels as if my throat had shrunk down. It’s hard to take it all back in after that pause.

Spike grunts in discomfort a few times while he adjusts his hips slightly trying to place himself comfortably inside my mouth.

It’s useless. I take it out of my mouth regaining a bit of my breath.

“Let me try it once more.”

Once more I place my lips softly on the tip of Spike’s penis as if kissing it. My tongue circles around it a few times before I decide to take a bit more of him inside me again.

Slowly and carefully centimeter after centimeter of his rod slide between my lips while I massage it sensually with my tongue.

“Mmm…nnnnn.”

Spike’s massive claws comb my mane slowly, scratching with its sharp ends my skin slightly, sending thrilling shivers, a mixture or deadly fear and indescribable arousal down my spine.

As time goes by his claws move over to my ears, massaging between his thumb and index fingers their most sensitive spots. The long appendices move as if rejecting his touch, but that’s just a reflex. I love it.

Lovingly….dearly….gently….caringly….

I don’t know how to describe it. The moments of foreplay are so different from the roughness Spike’s displays in the act itself afterwards…

He knows how to push all my buttons and bring me to agree to the sex.

Weird…

If we count this one, we already had sex about six times. And yet there’s no feeling of exhaustion, there’s no need to stop, or the sensation we might just had done it too much. Our bodies are sore, but our spirits more than willing. It requires only a short look in the eye, a soft kiss on the lips, or a meaningful touch on my rump to get us both ready for the next round.

“Slurp…mmmmnnnnnn.”

I bob my head down and up as I press my lips around his girth covering his member in my saliva.

The smell of it excites me, but I can’t tell why though. It’s musky and strong, it forces its way up my nostrils and gives me a clear idea of what I’m doing right now. Some ponies might think is kind of humiliating, but the image of myself sitting between Spike’s legs, pleasuring him, bringing him to climax by shoving his member in my mouth, kissing it, licking it, sucking it, as if it were most delicious candy,is enjoyable, almost romantic in the strangest sort of way.

Spike rests his massive body on his legs and tail while his shaft stands solemn as a pillar, a monument dedicated to raw lust.

The feeling of his beating meat inside my mouth is completely different to having it inside my vagina or ass. Although it gives me no direct pleasure, the sensation of fullness and the fact that I do hold it inside me is stimulus enough to let my mind go crazy.

A mare’s head is a confusing thing.

When the tip of his shaft touches the entrance of my throat my clitoris tingles and the muscles in the inner side of my hind legs contract. My brain associates the sensation in my throat with my insides, and as I push it deeper inside, my mouth salivates more and a few droplets of liquid lust run down my legs.

“Mmmnnn…agh….nngh…”

I shift my weight from my left hind leg to the other, trying to find the most comfortable place to continue my task. My muscles tense and relax rhythmically pulling my skin, turning the inner side of my legs hotter by the second, leading all my attention to that special place between my lips.

The rocking contributes greatly to worsening my arousal.

Even though there’s nothing beneath me, the simple act of rocking my hips back and forth in short and subtle movements makes my lips spread slightly.

‘Faster…’

‘Rougher…’

The words echo in my mind.

A bit more enthusiastic I increase the speed of my mouth as I keep moving my hips. My brain ties the actions together and a chain of thought becomes obvious despite the fact it’s wrong on some occasions.

The rougher I am, the better it’ll feel for both of us.

I proceed to keep pleasuring him with this new idea in mind.

The air in my lungs flows out through my nose in sensual long moans as I try to get more and more of him inside me.

“Mmmmmnnnn!”

And suck a bit strongly as I pull back, slurping a few drops of my own saliva mixed with his juices.

“Y…yes…

Mmmmnnnn!

Nghmmmnnnn!!!”

His member twitches inside my mouth. It’s hard and long, in other words, it’s almost impossible to ignore its presence.

My body is more than ready to take him once more inside. It’s expecting it, aching for it.

To be completely honest, I want to feel it up my belly once more for the longest time now, but I have decided not to. I want to take it a bit further. I want to provoke me even more.

I guess I’m a masochist at heart.

…

But I might have taken it too far already.

The silhouette of another Spike appears beneathme, his claws hold me strongly by my hips as he aligns his member with my slit.

Although it’s nothing more than an illusion, the idea begins to have a toll on my body and spirit.

The whispers of my clitoris for attention transform into deafening screams.

I let go of one of my hooves around Spike’s shaft and use it to squeezethe little protuberance between my lips hard against my pubic bone, carefully matching the rhythm I have with my mouth.

His penis tightly squeezed in my throat feels the same as if caught between my walls, the rocking of my hips makes up for the impact of his groin against my plot, and the touch of my hoof over my clit is the rough sensation of his scales against my flesh.

It’s just like it. It is as if there were two Spikes taking me on both ends, loving me as if I were the only thing they needed for their survival.

“Mmmmnnn…S-Spike….Ahn….Spi-spike!”

His name escapes my lips and I blush embarrassed as I continue licking him, massaging his shaft with my tongue, pretending to have him piercing me from below.

“Mmn! Nng! Ah…ah!”

I increase the speed of my hoof even more, but one isn’t enough. One isn’t enough at all.

More…

I need more….!!!

Spike gets hold of my head, my ears popping out through the spaces between his fingers and my mane tangled around his sharp claws.

I look upwards with my mouth still full of him trying to figure out what he’s thinking about.

Suddenly his hips begin to move slowly, penetrating my mouth, teasing the entrance of my throat.

“S-spahke?”

I try to speak up, but he moves once more.

“Mmmnaaagh…”

It doesn’t take me long to catch his drift.

Spike thrusts his hips plunging his member down my throat as if having sex with it.

I’m not against it. Not in the slightest.

On the contrary, I use now both free hooves to caress myself, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Mnn…aaagh….gah….slurp!”

My mouth spreads more than usual and my tongue caresses the underside of his member while other muscles envelope his girth in a slimy glory.

“Mnn! Nn! Mm! Gah!Mmmmmmnnn!”

I can feel Spike twitch inside my mouth as sign that he’s about to release.

He keeps moving his hips back and forth.

“…..m…m…m…m…m…mm…mm!

Ah!”

Spike pulls out. His member comes out of my mouth with a “pop” and the saliva used to ease the task runs down my mouth while I pant.

“W…why?”

My sight becomes a blur and before I notice it we’re both laying on the ground on our sides with my legs spread before his face with my hooves still tucked between them while his member prods against my cheek.

I have my doubts about this.

We’ve done it many times, but he has never had such a clear view of my privates.

My face burns in shame as I look away from him while I spread my hooves apart showing him my moist self.

Spike’s face approach my slit and I have to cover my face using my hooves.

I’ve had sex many times before, even before this night, but this embarrassment is a first for me. Somehow with Spike it is special, an exception to the rule. If there’s anything I’ve come to understand during this hours we’ve spent bucking is that as long as he wants it, I am more willing to agree than anything.

I wonder why?

Something hard and pointy knocks on the barrier over my face. Spike’s shaft throbs in agony begging for the release it was about to be given, but which its master denied on a whim I still can’t understand.

I take it once more inside me, wrapping it again in the warm folds of my mouth, caressing it gently with the slimy touch of my tongue. At the same time Spike also starts doing his part.

Although a little thinner than a pony’s, Spike’s slithery tongue moves around my soft outer lips skillfully, stimulating every single one of my nerves.

My belly tenses up and my back begins to arch a little while a known tingle rises from the tips of the hooves of my hind legs to my lower abdomen.

Spike doesn’t dig right in. Instead he continues teasing the outer side of my privates, giving slight kisses to the inner side of my hind legs, biting carefully the most sensitive tendons, naturally exposed with my legs spread apart.

With each of his actions my mind goes blank and it gets hard to have his shaft inside my mouth when I have to moan in pleasure almost every five seconds.

“Aaaaaahn!”

A jolt of raw pleasure takes over my body and taking all kind of control I’ve over it away. I don’t see myself but I can feel how my expression turns into a loose smile of delight while I unwillingly squirt a little over Spike’s face.

“S-sorry…”

Spike uses his claws to wipe the transparent liquid off, licking his fingers afterwards.

“W-wha!”

Suddenly he bites down on my groin softly trapping my most private part between his powerful jaws, completely at the mercy of his devilish tongue.

Spike licks me once more from the base of my tail all the way up to my clitoris slowly, but pressing strongly against my flesh. He then spreads my lips and ventures inside me.

“Ah!”

The thin part of his body enters me with ease thanks to my juices. I press my eyelids together as I feel how his tongue slithers up my canal like a tentacle of a kraken making me jump from time to time in surprise.

My hooves continue what my mouth can do no longer. As I fall victim to Spike’s newest sexual assault, my hooves move up and down his penis frenetically. Every now and then I try once more to take it in me, but I just can’t stop moaning.

Contrary to his penis, Spike’s tongue is ehm….kind of….more “lively”, if you know what I mean. It wriggles, rubs, tickles…I don’t even know what else it might be doing in there, but whatever it is, is divine.

The pressure inside me builds up once more. My muscles contract so hardly I even think I might be hurting Spike, but even if that’s the case, I won’t let go of his miraculous long muscle.

I push his penis once more down my throat, decided to give him the same kind of pleasure he’s giving me.

Spike grunts pleased with my determination and I feel somehow happy that’s so.

We both push ourselves to the limit trying to bring the other to the climax. At the moment Spike has the upper hoof, but I won’t give up.

My hooves continue rubbing him while I let more and more inside my mouth, caressing it with my tongue, circling around his girth, sucking as I pull out and moaning each time I bob my head for- and backwards.

I pull him out for an instant, but I keep jerking him off at the same speed, so that I don’t lose the rhythm.

“Yes, Spike...more…more!”

Once more I take it inside me. Spike pushes even deeper inside me, but doesn’t forget about stimulating my outer and inner lips. I don’t know how he does it, but he even manages to caress my clitoris.

Spike twitches inside my mouth. The sensation makes me get even tighter around his tongue.

I can feel the heat rising, my back arching, my muscles tensing up…I’m going to cum….

I’m going to cum so hard I might turn stupid, burning the last of my brain cells.

“S-sp..Aaaaa…oooowwnnnnnnmmmMMm!!”

I grunt like an animal for a few seconds before Spike’s releases his load in my mouth, leaving me gurgling something almost as thick as mayonnaise. Something I willingly gulp down as fast as I’m provided with it.

My body twitches and jerks against my will. It’s always so messy when a mare cums. Spike still has his tongue inside me so it takes longer for my orgasm to go fade away, mostly due to the fact that he still stimulates me. He sucks me as if my fluids were all he was aiming for from the very beginning.

I’d give him more if I had any, but I’m completely dry.

I roll on my back after Spike has done so, completely exhausted. Finally time for a pause.

My chest goes up and down while I stare at the ceiling of my house. My mane is still once more a hellish mess of knots and curls, and thick drops of sweat run down my fur.

I place my hooves on my cheeks and press them, pull them up and down as I smile lewdly and happily.

“Spike…I’ve cum so many times already…”

My hind legs rub against each other while I still play with the expression of my face. It’s as if I were a little infant enjoying a candy she was given. I feel butterflies in my stomach, my mind is all pink and I cannot stop giggling.

“Spike.”

The dragon reacts to his name and stands up. He comes at me with the same face of those that dream while awake and lies next to me embracing me in his arms.

What is this….what’s all of this…?

It all feels wonderful…

The rain continues outside my house, lighting paints the sky white, while thunder roars like a mad beast, but I couldn’t care less about it. They can make all the noise they want…they can do whatever they feel like doing…right now at this moment, hugged lovingly by little Spikey-wikey I have nothing to fear.

On the contrary,please continue…so that this night might never end.

_________ __________

We wake up a few hours later embraced just like we were when he slept in.

When I open my eyes the first thing I see is Spike. His sleeping face is lovely. Despite the fact that his factions are so threatening, when he sleeps his appearance reflects his true character, calm and cute.

I give him a little peck on his scaly cheek and try to softly shake off his grip around me.

The house is a mess and it reeks humid. The stagnated air and the moisture of our bodies have created a habitat in my living room in which most creatures from a tropical jungle could survive.

“Ugh…we really have to keep disorder to a minimum next time we do it.”

I talk loudly to myself as if making sure I’d keep it in mind next time, but…well…all I can think at the moment is: “Easier said than done.”

I proceed to open some windows to let some air into the house. As I do so, with the hellish weather outside is more than obvious that a lot more than just air will make it inside.

As soon as I open the windows gusts of winds force their way in, blowing my mane away, making it somehow even messier, something I thought was almost impossible. I leave them do as they please for a few seconds, before closing the windows again.

Once the windows are closed, the raging wind ceases and the living room, just like the rest of my house, has got rid of that uncomfortable warm and moist atmosphere left after hours of wild, crazy and continuous dragon x pony intercourse.

“Great. It is a lot better now.”

And it is indeed.

It’s cold and the air feels fresh. The lingering warmth on my skin is gone and the droplets of water that crashed against my face woke me up from my love and lust induced trance.

I’m back to the reality of the situation at hoof. A raging storm outside my house, a lust driven dragon sleeping in my living room and worst of all a messy house filled with dirt that was just blown in by the wind.

I arm myself with a mop and a broom and start the cleanup. The broom and mop move magically around the house, sweeping the dirt and getting rid from the mud stains caused by Spikey. After a few minutes every surface seems to spark. Beholding a job well done, I praise myself silently and decide to go to hit the shower once more.

I’ve already bathed before, but I’m not sure if it was today or yesterday so I guess, it’s ok. Also, even if it was today, after all that…”exercise” I’d assume a bath is more than mandatory.

I also plan to use the chance to wash my hair, get rid of all the knots and bring it back to its former glory.

Leaving Spike asleep in the living room I make my way upstairs to my bathroom.

After I’m done showering, I go over to my mirror and begin to give the final touches to my look.

Teeth brushing, make up, and of course drying and combing my hair are some of the things I do before going down once more to Spikey-wikey. My alluring clothes are left behind. If I keep using them like this I’m afraid the fabric will wear down and at some point break. I’m sure I won’t mind it if I’m in the middle of “it”, but now that I can prevent the catastrophe, I better do it.

The black clothes are placed in the bin for dirty clothes with special needs. I can’t believe there are ponies that would wash silk in their wash machines. They truly don’t understand the natural delicacy of the material.

Humming a happy tune as I go back to the first floor I’m interrupted by a loud growl coming from my stomach.

“Oh, that’s right. I haven’t eaten anything yet.”

Though really unladylike, I can’t really scold myself for my lack of manners. When I came back home all I had were a couple of cucumbers to make up for a whole day of continuous hunger. Now after who knows how many hours of most intensive exercise it’s only natural I’d be more than just hungry. I’m literally starving.

Spike stands in front of my open fridge looking around for food I suppose.

I giggle feeling a little mischievous. I sneak up behind Spikey and in with a single jump manage to make it to his head. My hooves place themselves upon his eyes softly.

“Looking for someone?”

Spike grabs my hooves and takes them away from his eyes. He turns around and smiles. He’s about to say something, a name I’m sure, but his lips don’t move as if they were to pronounce my name.

“Rarity”

I state my own name quickly.

“Remember?”

My muzzle rubs his cheek tenderly. Spike grabs me and brings me face to face with him. His long and strong hands hold me by my arm pits while my legs and tail hang in the air.

He comes closer and kisses me in the lips.

The kiss is enough to vanquish that small feeling of worry.

“I…wanted to make…some breakfast for us both.”

He talks slowly, taking a few pauses every three or four words. It feels as if it somehow were really hard for him to express himself properly.

“But…I can’t find anything….in the fridge.

W….what happened to the…groceries we bought?”

“Groceries? Spike, dear, we didn’t buy any groceries.”

I don’t pay much attention to his comment. He must be half asleep, still mixing up dream with reality.

“Don’t worry. You surely dreamt it. I’m sure after a quick shower you’ll be alright.”

Once Spike puts me back down on the floor, using my head I push Spike in the direction of my bathroom, but before I can put any considerable distance behind me, my stomach rumbles once more.

“Oh!”

Spike turns his head around and looks at me. I blush slightly due to the inopportune timing of my stomach.

“He he….

Sorry, I’m quite hungry myself.”

I smile embarrassed and lower my head trying to escape his gaze, but Spike uses his claws to push my chin gently back up.

“It’s ok…what….do you want…to eat?”

“What do I…he he…

Oh, Spikey, what matters what I want when there’s nothing in the fridge?”

His touch around my neck tickles at first, but after a few circles and spirals of his fingers over my fur my sight begins to glide over his scales towards the space between his legs, giving me a clear idea of what I want.

Trying to think about something else I say the first non-sexual thing that comes to my mind.

“M-m-muffins.”

Spike continues caressing me while I state my wish.

“I…I want some muffins…from sugar cube corner.

E-even in this weather you shouldn’t have any problem getting there…

The store is…it is at the end of the street…

Just go straight and…you’ll find it eventually…”

Spike stops and turns around towards the door.

“I’ll be right back,…”

“Rarity”

I once more say my name before he can pronounce the next word.

He nods and walks away, but before he leaves I speak up once more.

“Don’t take too long, ok!

As…

As soon as you’re back…no, as soon as you’ve bathed and we’ve eaten those muffins…

I want to keep…continue…”

Those are my last words to him before he opens the door and disappears in the rain.

_____ ______

-Pinkie-

“Boooooooring!”

I complain loudly not caring if I’d bother anypony. That is because there have been no customers at all today.

The day began with a beautiful sunrise and an endless clear blue sky with no clouds in sight. For some reason though, it transformed in less than two seconds after I opened the establishment into a storm of historical proportions with thunder, lightning and gusts of wind that could send Alice and her grandmother to wonderland and back.

But the storm isn’t the issue. The problem I have with this whole ordeal is that so far I’ve done nothing!

Mr and Mrscake took their babies with them to visit Mrs. Cake’s parents in Trottington, so I’m all alone in this huge house. There’s no pony willing to risk their lives out in the storm to get some muffins or cupcakes or tarts or cakes or croissants any other kind of sugary treats.

And because of the storm I can’t go play outside!

That means I’ve nothing to do besides cleaning the counter and counting the ticks of the clock on the wall.

“Really!?

Is this it!?

This is a severe waste of my character!

I’ll put a complaint at the F.P.P.A, the Fictional Pinkie Pie Association!”

I raise my hoof to the heavens as a sign of complain to the extreme lack of fun in this story.

“Do you know who I am? I’m Pinkie freaking Pie! Well…I’m an not THE Pinkie Freaking Pie, but I’m a fictional version of her and deserve the same kind of respect as one of her impersonators!”

My chest puffs while I stand on my two hind legs flailing my arms around in anger.

“We Pinkies should be jumping around looking for friends or popping out of small and confined spaces to surprise other ponies while confetti slowly falls on their manes while they say “Oh, that playful Pinkie!” or maybe “Well, she’s just Pinkie pie!”

I shouldn’t be here bored out of my Schnurbarthoping something interesting will happen before the end of this fic!

Nobody replies, there are no voices or meaningful coincidences, no pinkie or even spider sense.

“I see, so that’s how we’re going to play, right?

Ok, ok, cool.

If that’s what you want, then that’s what I’ll give you.

If you want to keep things boring and normal, I’ll do whatever it takes to do the exact opposite. I’ll do the most random stuff I can think of! Is that what you want?”

Like before there’s no response. I keep looking up towards the ceiling. I expect something a knock on the door, a noise, a change of mood anything, but there’s nothing of that.

“I’ll take it as a yes.”

Quickly I start to look around the bakery for any of my tubas or any of my artifacts, but no matter how hard I look for them, I can’t find them.

“What the…where is my stuff?

I’m sure the association had a wing piano hidden in this drawer precisely for this kind of emergency.”

My hoof scratches the base of my chin while I bit my lip trying to remember if I changed its hiding place for some or other reason.

It takes me a while to come up with the only logical reason for my extreme lack of wing pianos.

“You….

You took my stuff!”

My hoof is pointing like a sword in the general direction above my head.

“Hey, give it back! To take my stuff is clear violation of the agreement between the user, aka you, and the provider, aka the F.P.P.A! This can easily become an issue for the court!”

……

“Agyaaa!”

Suddenly my patience runs out and my mind enters a berserk like state. I flail my hooves around while I jump around the establishment caring less if I’d break anything in the process or not!

“I’ll teach you to be quiet!!

Uoooooaaah!

CABBAGGE SOUP!!

RRRRRRGGYAAAAH!!

LOUD!!

NOISE!!!

OOOAAAARGH!!

RANDOOOOMMnnnngyaaaa…

Ah…ah…ah…ah…

Puh.”

My body falls to the floor exhausted deprived of any strength since I used it all up to in my rant.

My stare is still glued to the ceiling. A bit more calmed, or rather, too tired to do anything more drastic, I speak once more, this time with a softer tone.

“Come on…we’re both aiming for a same goal here…just give me something to work with.

Look. Let’s do this, I’ll look in my mane and pull the first thing I find in there. I’ll take it as a hint of the nature of this fic, ok?

……

“So...is that a yes? I’ll take it as a yes.”

I slide my hooves in my mind, looking around my pink locks for something solid. Usually I’d have there some balloons or moustaches, but I’m assuming those were taken away too.

“Oh!”

The tip of my hoof touches something hard and with much care I pull it out of there. I’m quite relieved. I managed to get to an agreement with whoever is in charge of this story. He doesn’t seem like a bad guy at all.

I pick myself up from the floor and sit on place, placing the little object with both my hooves in front of me.

I can’t tell what it is. It’s circular and silver. It reminds me of the things that are usually meant to store ointment and that kind of stuff. It has a few words pressed on the metal it’s made of. I suppose whatever is written in there must be the name of the object.

A bit happier about my improving situation, I read out loud the word on the object.

“Lube”

…..

It is lube.

“Lube?”

Yes, lube.

I smash the little object against one of my windows, breaking it in the process.

“WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT!!”

“Ouch!”

“Ah! Something is going on!”

The short cry of pain of a passing creature brings me to the door of the establishment. I must have hitsomepony with the lube.

“So that’s what that was for!

I totally get it now.”

My smile is wide, my mane puffed and my trot joyful. Finally something is going to happen around here.

“Hello and welcome to sugar cube corner the sweetest place of Equestria!”

I open my arms wide to hug whoever it might be brave enough to come all the way here to eat some of our products.

There, under the cold rain, illuminated partially by lightning stands a massive creature, something I saw a glimpse of earlier today through one of our windows.

“Oh, is that you, Spike!?”

My heart beats in excitement!

Spike fics are among my favorites. The other Pinkie’s in the association talk about them all the time. I always listen quietly while they narrate their scenes with the little dragon.

I’ve never meet him personally, but I’ve heard so much about him, I truly feel like he is my best friend.

I place myself behind him and push him inside with both hooves while I keep talking.

“Oh, I’m so happy to see you, Spikey! You’ve no idea what I’ve been through.”

Now there is some interaction. Finally I’m doing something. The other Pinkies of the association will be so proud of me when I tell them. My first Spike fic! Oh, I’m so excited!

I wonder thought what’s going to happen now…

Is this a story in which he’s about to become a hero? Oh! Oh! Maybe is one of those romantic stories in which he’s totally in love with one of the other girls and has come to aunt Pinkie for advice!

Well…I say aunt Pinkie, but this Spike isn’t as small as I was told he’d be.

Anyways…let’s keep the story going.

“How are you doing, Spike?”

I leave him sitting on a chair in front of the counter while I pull a chair close to him.

The expression on his face is odd for Spike.

He looks sad…or kind of confused?

It’s as if there’s something bothering him…

Mmm…how do I put this…

If a Zombie had just lost his job because of the current recession, it would have the same expression Spike has right now.

Maybe it is one of those depressing stories, in which they come over for me to cheer them up.

Yeah…it looks like it could be that kind of fic. It’d be easier if I just had received a copy of the script before hoof like we Pinkies are supposed to, but oh well…we first timers are no pickers.

“Why the long face Spike?

Oh! I know a little something that will cheer you up!”

I disappear from his field of vision, squeezing myself between the lines of the story to go to the kitchen, and reappear behind the counter holding in my hooves at least a dozen of the most delicious muffins I could find in the second I was gone.

“Here, Spike, have something to eat, don’t worry about paying, these are on the house!”

With one of my hooves I stick one muffin after the other in the mouth of my reptilian friend while I hold the others in my other one.

“Don’t worry, Spike, you can have so many more!”

He protests somewhat whenever the dry pastries are shoved forcefully down his throat. It sounds more or less like “Agh!”, “Ahgk!”, “Mmnngh!”, “Cough”, “Cough”.

Slowly I run out of muffins to feed him so he gets some time to breathe. A good thing really I was growing worried about the color of his face.

Spike effortlessly chomps on about a seven of them, which were stuck in his mouth, and gulps them down.

It occurs to me then, that this probably wasn’t the best way to cheer him up. To eat while depressed might actually be more harmful than anything.He might get fat. This Spike looks somehow really strong and he’s really ripped, it’d be a shame if he lost that body because of a silly depression.

Thinking now more carefully about the repercussions of my acts upon Spike’s way to deal with any problems I assume he has, I decide to take another approach.

“Hey, Spike, what about a bath? I’m sure you’re cold from standing so long in the rain.”

He opens his mouth as if about to say something, but…

“Oh, come on, don’t be shy!”

In my excitement I manage to pick up Spike from the ground and bring him upstairs to Pinkie’s bathroom, something which would be pretty much impossible if I were not fueled by the happiness that brings the fact that now this fic is going somewhere.

“There you go!”

I toss him inside my bathtub and get the hot water going. I’m glad Spike is resistant to high temperatures, if it were somepony else he’d already have third degree burns all over his body, I mean…there was literally fire coming out of that shower.

I take a few steps back while Spike’s face is licked by red tongues of fire.

“Oooops”

But he doesn’t even flinch.

Being really sincere here, the bath with fire made his scales look really smooth, but I’d rather don’t touch him right now to see how smooth he really is. Spike glows red like a sword that has just been taken out of the oven.

Following the same train of thought, I turn the cold water on to “cool” him down. As soon as the cold stream of liquid touches him, it explodes in a cloud of hot steam that fogs mirrors and windows instantaneously, reduces anypony’s field of vision considerably and puffs my mane even more.

“He hehehe!”

The giggle comes naturally.

From what I’ve seen so far this fic isn’t depressing at all!

Oh, I get it! I must be a comedy!

Surely, the sudden storm, the rant, the lube…! It all makes sense!...somewhat.

Surely Spike’s about to come with some witty comment or remark about my behavior or the rashness of my actions or even the classic “that could have killed me!”

Spike’s shadow moves in the mist trying to find me, but even a dragon like him can’t do anything in such a thick fog.

I open one of the windows so that some the mist can go away and so make his task easier.

“Over here, Spike, close to the window.”

The steps become louder as he comes closer.

Finally he stands behind me. I turn around to see his face.

I’m expecting some kind of angry or puffy face; maybe some exaggerated expression of discomfort that will ultimately turn into a grin, that’s how things would be in this kind of fic.

But…he looks at me entirely different.

It’s like I’m somepony very important…no, not important, rather special….unique…

Irreplaceable…

For some reason I’m a little bit over conscious about myself at the moment.

“W-w-what is it?”

Is it getting hotter in here or is it just my imagination?

The skin of my face seems to be on fire.

An idle thought crosses my head for an instant.

There’s another kind of fic this could be…

But it can’t be, right?

My mind travels to a moment in my life when I was still just one of the hundreds of little fictional Pinkies in training.

________________

Once while I was sitting in the cafeteria listening to a story of one of the older Pinkies (I call them old, but I don’t know if they were supposed to be old from the moment they were born. Age isn’t relevant to a Pinkie while she’s still in the association) I overheard the Pinkies behind me. They were a very…mmm…isolated group.

The others never talked much to them. Their smiles were always very wide, but scary, and their eyes sparkled with a strange light that always made me feel uncomfortable. Don’t get me wrong, they weren’t bad, a lot of them seemed like lots of fun, Pinkie’s I’d like to have played with, but at the same time they always seemed to know something we didn’t and that was very unsettling.

I didn’t quite understood what they were saying, it had something to do with hugs and kisses.That was all I could gather before one of the older Pinkies covered my ears with her hooves.

She yelled something at them and they giggled amused by her reaction. The older Pinkie’s face was red as a tomato and her fur was a little sweaty as if they had said something really embarrassing.

Two of “those” Pinkies rushed at us and forced the older Pinkie’s hooves away from my ears.

“Don’t be silly. It’s something quite natural.”

“Yeah! Maybe she’s going to be one of those who “knows”

The older Pinkie, the one that tried to defend me, took a step back away from me for an instant as if scared to touch be too close to me. Then she stepped forwards once more.

My gaze changed from one Pinkie to the other. What was it….what did they want to explain to me and why did she step back? Is that something bad? Is something bad about to happen?

One of “those” Pinkie’s placed her mouth next to my ear and whispered.

“Sex”

That’s all she said.

The word was a short one, only three letters long, but it evocated a huge reaction in the face of the older Pinkie that tried to defend me. It was as if it were taboo, something unclean and bad…

I didn’t understand why though…it seemed like it was such stupid word…

The two Pinkies then ran away giggling and laughing to themselves while they were being chased by the angered older Pinkie.

I didn’t understand what the word meant then, but the older I got, the more curious I got about it and looked for it in the dictionary.

I finally convinced one of my roommates to look with me for the word in the dictionary.

The meaning of the word made me blush.

“F-Friends aren’t supposed to do that kind of thing…right?”

I remember I said that once I was done reading.

“Y-yeah…It’s like… really embarrassing?”

I think that’s what she said.

We both giggled nervously and went back to our room. But that night I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

S-s-s-sex…

___________________

“S-spike? What is it? Is there something in my face.”

Things feel suddenly so awkward.

I look down at the floor and see my hooves playing with the lines of the floor tiles in my bathroom. I’m really scared…

“After I ate…”

“Huh?”

“And…after I bathed…

That’s when you said we’d…continue….right?”

Spike speaks slowly as if it were a really difficult thing for him. He smiles at me like no pony has ever done before. It reminds me of “those” Pinkie’s back at the association.

I look him in the eye really confused, not only because of his words, but because of my mind state.

“Continue…?….continue doing what Spike?

You’re….you’re acting so weird right now…”

He comes closer and I step back, we keep repeating the same process until I feel the wall against my flank.

“Sp-spikestop acting weird!”

Spike approaches and his claws reach for me slowly. I look from side to side looking for an escape, but I’m cornered.

“…I…

…I…don’t think I’m ready…for this kind of fic”

-Rarity-

…

……

……..

“He’s late.”

Laying on my couch with my head resting over my forelegs, crossed lazily over one of the arms of the furniture I pout about how much Spike is taking to just go buy a few muffins for both of us.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t half mad because I’m hungry. Hunger usually makes one more irritable than one actually is, but that isn’t the only reason for my unstable mood.

It’s the fact that I’ve been alone for such a long time after those passionate moments we shared what bothers me.

It’s true, I wanted a break from it all, but I didn’t want it to be this long!

I just wanted to eat something sweet and have a little talk about things without importance. I wanted to put some other clothes, something red perhaps, and wait for him wrapped in my bed sheets like a very naughty Christmas present.

I imagine him now…his surprised expression…the cute blush on his cheeks…that grin of confidence that sometimes appears on his face.

“Exactly what I wanted…” That’s what I think he’d say.

I can almost hear his voice whispering in my ear the naughty things he’s about to do to me.

“Oh…Spike.”

A deep kiss that takes my breath away and makes my heart beat faster.

“Ahn!Spike!”

I don’t know when, but one of my hooves is acting as my lover, teasing with its tip my special place between my legs.

No…I…I’ve to resist. I must behave myself. It shouldn’t take him much longer…

Yeah any moment now…

Any moment now he’d come through that door with those muffins, he’d lift the bag in the air and say he’s back while a lovely smile adorns his face.

I’ll jump on him, greet him with a hug and a deep kiss that will take his breath away and make his hearth beat faster.

He’ll look me in the eye a little troubled by my sudden attack and then he’d look to the bag of muffins.

“I…I brought the muffins…”

“Exactly what I wanted…” That’s what I’ll reply.

My eyes will feast on his wet and well-built body while my mind goes crazy with lust.

“So…”

“Well, Spike, how things are right now we’ve three options…

We can eat…

We can bath…

Or we can…”

“Ah!”

Something slides inside me.

I look down between my legs to see the tip of my hoof disappear inside me.

Quickly I pull it out.

A fine thread of clear liquid stretches between my lower lips and my hoof good fifteen centimeters before breaking down with an inaudible “twing!”

“Spike…please come back quickly.

I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t come soon enough.”

I go over to my window and look through it a tall building in the distance.

The rain makes it difficult to see it clearly, but there is the silhouette of Sugar cube corner.

“What could you possibly be doing there?”

_____________

-Pinkie-

“Ahn! N-n-no!

Stop it! S-sp…ah!!”

Spike goes in and out of me regardless of my pleas. His hips continue to smack my soft plot whenever his whole member is buried inside me.

This is all so weird. But I don’t mean it feels weird or bad. The sex actually feels pretty good, but that’s what I have most issues with.

“No, no Spikennnmmm!"

He puts his mouth over me and forces our kisses. He plays around with my lips and stares at me in the eyes. His eyes are beautiful…a vivid green, they remind me of emeralds.

There a tingling inside me, a great sensation coming up from the spot between my legs.

“F-friends are not…..mmmnnnn!!

Su-supposed to do this!”

I manage to say a few things in the short breaks we have between a kiss and the next one.

My body is hot. The temperature rises by the second I know this has nothing to do with the remains of the fog around us. Although my conscious mind is completely against it, my subconscious, my body and my heart see nothing wrong in this.

“N-no!”

But this isn’t what they taught me in the academy.

This isn’t what Pinkie is supposed to do.

The original Pinkie would never…

She would never…

“Ah!!!”

He hits something inside me that makes me jump with pleasure. The sensation is so raw and intense I couldn’t help moaning so loud.

“D-don’t!”

My hooves press against his chest trying to push him away, but they lack the necessary strength to do so.

“Don’t do that, Spike!”

His p-p-penis continues his merciless attack on that sensitive spot inside me.

“F-f-friends aren’t…

Friends aren’t supposed to…”

A tear forms on one end of my eye and I begin to cry and sob.

Spike doesn’t make a pause or slows down. He continues plowing me with the same rhythm while I lay down on the floor with my legs spread granting him a nice view of myself.

My tears have brought a change though. His expression is different. He looks at me tenderly and grins while he combs my messy pink locks with one of his claws, taking care of the few hairs that had made it to my face.

Somehow this is even worse than the constant bucking.

When he looks at me like that I can feel how my chest tightens around my heart and my belly begins to fill with something I can only describe as butterflies.

One of his claws picks me up from the floor and pulls me closer to him and finally hugs me against him. Mine and his chest are now against each other. His member reaches new depths inside me and the scales of his groin rub me down there with each of his thrusts giving me even more pleasure.

But the worst part is how close we are.

Being so close I can’t help it but recognize how hard and wide his chest is, how strong his arms are, how smooth his scales are after that bath and how loud his heart beats because of me…of what we’re doing.

And exactly what are we doing? Exactly what’s going on?

“We…shouldn’t be doing this….”

I know that much…

That has been obvious to me from the very beginning. Pinkie and Spike don’t have this kind of relationship, so Pinkie and Spike should not be doing this. But the fact is that they are doing it. We are doing it…

“It feels we-weird!”

It does feel strange, but I don’t dislike it.

It is a constant tingle inside me, a soft tickle that grows stronger by the second until it takes complete control of my lower body.

Spike is in there.

I blush by just thinking about it.

A part of Spike is IN me, how weird is that? It’s as if we were pieces from a puzzle going in and out, in and out, drawing pleasure from the single repetitive action.

I wonder now…

D-do I feel good in there?

Am I…am I weird?

I don’t know…we were never checked in the association to such degree. Some of us behaved different from the original Pinkie. Some of us were very much like her. Some others were different beings altogether; it depended from the needs of the author that contacted us. But when it comes down to this how different are we from any other mare?

“N-no! Spike stop it!

Friends are not supposed to do this!”

I repeat that phrase as if it were the only think I knew, my prime directive, something I am supposed to live by.

One of Spike’s claws reaches for my face and covers my eyes.

“Aaaah!”

The sensations are doubled. Hear, smell, taste and touch, all my concentration goes into the remaining four senses. I don’t see Spike anymore, but this actually makes me more aware of him.

The beating of his heart, the sound of his almost inaudible moans…he feels good! Oh, how shameful of me, I am actually making him feel good!

“Ah! Ahnnmm! S-spike…”

The peculiar smell of his scales, a smell of earth and minerals, is the same kind of smell that climbs up your nosewhen it has started to rain over the dusty roads outside of ponyville.

It makes me think of valleys…it makes me think of mountains…

“Owww Spike!”

I can feel myself changing the more I think about Spike in the darkness of my mind. Little by little a blur of purple and green begin to take his shape.

I’m loving this…I’m like really, really loving this.

His member spreads my insides apart. It’s hot and hard and it fits perfectly inside me, filling up almost completely.

Now I am curious…how exactly is it? I never got a clear view of it when he pulled it out. Quite frankly I looked away and in the association we were never show pictures of it.

My insides tighten around his penis trying to give me an idea of what his member is like.

“Ah!”

It’sloooooooooooong and thick. My imagination might be exaggerating it, but it feels like a log stuck in me. Like a log, it is also has a peculiar texture with bumps along its length.

“Mmmnnnn! The bumps….”

The tip of his member is...

“Grugh…”

Spike grunts pleased when I tighten myself around the highest point of his shaft.

“S-sorry.”

I apologize with my eyes covered with his claw while droll escapes my mouth.

He thrusts upwards bringing a jolt of ecstasy to the back of my head. I guess that was his payback?

Oh, Spike…this feels good…this is great…this is so much fun…

I think I’ve become addicted to it…at some point I just stopped caring about us supposedly being friends.

But Spike…I’ve a question my heart dies to ask…

“S…Spike do you…

Do you l…

Do you love me?”

Blind as I am I ask while being impaled by him from below, hugging him while he hugs me back with one single of his arms.

“Tell me Spike…do, do you love me?”

He doesn’t reply. I am getting nervous…

I wish I could see his face…

The dragon changes the position of his hips and his member starts to move a different place inside me. It’s rubbing kind of the side…Ah! N-now it is stimulating the ceiling…

“S….sss…..sssssspp….”

I can’t articulate my words anymore…it’s feeling too good now.

“S…p…ah!”

Something from inside Spike flows into me. It’s a heavy and thick and warm liquid. His member twitches while more and more of said liquid is released.

“Aaaaoooowwmmmnnn”

The amount is unbelievable. It is so much I feel like I had been filled up like an incredible amount of jam. Some of it oozes all the way up to places I never even considered, while some of it also flows out of me trickling down my legs to the bathroom floor.

I’m stuffed and exhausted. I feel the same as if I had just had a great meal and wanted to have a short nap to digest it.

Slowly…the world around me begins to fade…

And I start…getting….kind of sleepy…

Kind of….

zzzzzz…

Suddenly the roar of thunder and the deafening sound of an explosion.

Out of nowhere the door to my bathroom flies in front of my eyes and smashes the only window in the room leaving in its place a hole in the wall.

“Traitor!”

A white mare soaked to the bone yells from the other side of the threshold of my door. Her white fur and usually curvy purple mane are straightened out from the weight of the water running down the single hairs. Her mascara is ruined and running down her cheeks. But her eyes looks like to piles of fire hotter than the flames of tartarus itself. Her teeth are clenched together so tightly that even though they are not supposed to chew meat, they could take a bite out of anypony that would

stand right now in her way.

“Rarity!”

I try with all my strength to stand up, but my hips are completely numb from the constant pounding.

“You…you piece of trash, you two timing, cheating, lying bastard!”

Rarity walks slowly up to Spike who is surprisingly cool with the whole situation.

“How dare you…HOW DARE YOU!!”

The white mare lunges at the face of the grown dragon and hits it with both hooves without mercy. The blow is so hard that Spike is blown backwards falling on his back.

Now at her mercy, Rarity stomps on his face so hard that I believe any other being under them would have been disfigured immediately.

“No, Rarity, stop!”

Somehow I manage to throw myself at the furious mare and grab her. I try to stop her. At this rate he’s going to really hurt him.

“Stop! It’s all a confusion! It’s…it’s…”

What is all this mess actually?

“You don’t have to excuse this fiend of all mares!”

Rarity looks me in the eye. I didn’t notice it when I first saw her, but her mascara wasn’t ruined by the rain.

“I….I saw it all Pinkie!”

It was because of her tears.

“I…I heard it all too.”

“You…you did?”

My ears go down as a sign of shame. According to the report given to us Pinkies there has always been a thing between Spike and Rarity. I now feel really bad about myself. Even if I was a victim here too, I can’t help but feel bad about my words and feelings at the moment. Because almost at the very end of it…I really loved having sex with Spike.

“Don’t apologize. It isn’t your fault.

I guess…I should have seen it coming.

Love, huh? That’s nothing more than a fairy tale for little fillies.”

A claw then reaches for Rarity and holds her from her barrel as if she were a toy.

“You…! Are you still conscious!?”

Spike doesn’t even have a single scratch on his face and the hits he took from Rarity don’t seem to have had any effect on him.

He stares at her in the same way he looked at me, full of love and care. My chest hurts when I see him look at her that way.

“Let me go, you, you…

Ah! What are you doing!?”

The dragon easily places the mare over his mouth. I see something pink and long come out of it at first I think it is a snake, but after adding some logic into the mix I realize it is his tongue.

“D-don’t! Don’t you dare!

Don’t you get it, I’m mad at you!

Aahn!”

The long tongue licks Rarity between her legs. It licks the inner side of her leg, the base of her tail and lastly it slides inside her. After my experience I know exactly where that tongue is going. I feel flustered.

“Ahn!Nnnnoo! S-stop it, you idiot!...

You…cheater…you….you….mmmnnn-ah!”

The white unicorn begins to moan while she’s in mid-air.

“R-rarity.”

“Oh! No! No Pinkie, d-don’t look!”

Desperately Rarity tries to cover herself. She must have forgotten I still was in the room when Spike began to pleasure her. Pleasure her…I’m astonished at how familiar that word feels now in my lips.

Spike continues “eating her up” above my head while Rarity puts up a half assed excuse of resistance. It’s quite the sight. I’ve never seen anybody having sex and I just had my first experience a few minutes ago, but I have to admit…watching others have sex is really hot.

My body begins to heat up. My mind stars to remember those moments when I had Spike inside me…

“Ah”

I feel something between my legs. It is my hoof. From its tip there’s something clear coming.

Did I wet myself?

“N-no!Spike don’t lick mmmmm….mme there!

Pi-pinkie, help me!”

I gulp down the saliva that had begun to store itself in my mouth.

“O-ok.”

I pick myself up. When Spike took Rarity away I was left on the floor of my bathroom having a really nice view from the erotic aerial show.

“Sp-spike!”

I throw myself at Spike and grab him.

“Do me too!”

I threw myself at Spike and grabbed his shaft in a tight hug, that’s what I meant with that last line.

“Th-that’s not the kind of help I was asking for!”

Rarity yells something, but I don’t really care what it is. A second later she’s moaning so loudly I’m sure she doesn’t even remember what it was.

Spike grabs me as he does Rarity and lifts me up to his mouth.

“He hehe he…

yay!”

I suppose we’re going to share Spike’s tongue. But Spike lowers Rarity down to his penis and impales her slowly with it.

“Oh! Oh..oh…oh…ooooooooooowhhh!”

Spike is a smart dragon.

Rarity slides down and up Spike’s well lubed member while she moans very loudly, I’d even say almost annoyingly so. But that’s before the dragon’s tongue goes inside me. Then I see why she’s screaming so much. You just can’t help it.

“Oooaaaah! Y…yes, just like that Spike!

Scratch and win!”

We both keep being licked and thrust respectively for about fifteen minutes. After that I thought we’d switch places, but…well…Spike’s a dragon full of surprises.

“W-what are those!?”

“Wow…he has two.”

Before our eyes there are two thick and throbbing masts of hard dragon flesh.

It is quite obvious what’s going to happen now all I can say is

“Huzzah, now the fun has been doubled.”

_____ ______

At the end of it all, of all the licking and rubbing, of all the pounding and thrusting, there are two exhausted mares lying on the floor hugged by a huge purple dragon with green spines.

We both, pink and white mares pant heavily while our hind legs rub softly against each other as if trying to get rid of an annoying itch.

“That was amazing.”

“Yes…it truly was.”

Being the only mare in the room Rarity replies to my comment. We’re both really tired and a bit embarrassed, I mean, after all the things we did there aren’t many secrets left between us.

We still laugh a little, we’re still really happy about what just happened. But after a few moments afterwards, when the reality of the situation kicks in, we both get serious.

“Hey, Rarity….do you think Spike loves any of us?”

“…No…it looks like it when we’re in the middle of it. But that’s just an illusion. He loves something or somepony else…I guess, we just resemble it.”

“Oh…is that so?”

We both keep quiet for a while…staring both at the same ceiling of my bathroom.

“Hey, Rarity.”

“Yes?”

“Do you think it is alright?”

Rarity rolls to her side and looks at me in the eyes. The whole floor of my bathroom is covered with water. Dozens of liters of water have made it through the hole that Rarity made in the wall when she came decided to send Spike to the hospital.

“What do you mean? The fact that we’re having sex with a dragon?”

“No.”

“Maybe that we’re still having sex with him after he cheated on both of us?”

“No, that isn’t either.”

“Then what is it?”

Now it’s me who looks her in the eyes.

“It is alright if we three stay together if that other somepony he loves doesn’t show up after tomorrow?”

Rarity looks at me baffled by my comment. I guess she must think I’m joking. She laughs a little.

“Pinkie, dear, that’s obvious.

I thought you’d know about the most important rule in this kind of situation.

You snooze you lose.”

TO BE CONTINUED!!

Finally Twilight

“Oh, Darling you won’t believe who just arrived.”

Mother speaks with a joyful tone while she takes away a few of my bags and levitates them to the living room.

While I take my rain coat off, Father shows his head through the hoofrail of the second floor.

“Who is it, dear? Oh!”

Father’s eyes sparkle when he sees me standing on the other side of the door.

“Hello Dad.”

“Twilight!”

Surprised by my visit father rises his head, surely forgetting where he had it stuck. Father hits his head against the hoofrail without holding back.

“Ouch!”

We, my mom and I, close our eyes for an instant when we hear the deaf sound of father’s skull hitting the polished wood.

“Darling, are you alright?”

“Y…yes, dear. Completely fine.”

The blushing cheeks of my father contrast greatly with the dark color of his fur accentuating his embarrassment.

We three are quite amused by the whole situation. Mother giggles behind her hoof, father laughs embarrassed while rubbing his sore head and I smile while levitating my remaining luggage inside the house.

A warm family scene many other ponies have in some way or another experienced in their lives.

But...

Chapter 3: Finally Twilight Part1

“Oh, Twilight, it has been far too long since the last time we saw you!”

Mother leads the way to the dining room.

“With this awful storm I thought you’d come tomorrow.”

She runs into the kitchen and starts gathering all kinds of kitchen utensils. I hear the heavy clanking of fry pans and the disorganized clinking of the cutlery in the drawers. A heavy bag of flour falls on the kitchen table with a dusty “pompf!”.

The refrigerator opens and I already know what my mother is trying to make.

In a few seconds I’m sure she’ll ask…

“Darling, would pancakes be enough for you or do you want something else?”

“Yes, thanks mom, pancakes will do just fine.”

Mother’s head pops out from the kitchen. She looks somehow discontent.

“Twilight, are you eating properly? After that long journey from that town…what is it called again, Punyville?”

“Ponyville”

“That’s what I said, Punyville. Anyway after that long journey all you want are some pancakes? No, no, no! You need some nourishment darling. I’ll make something a tad craftier.”

“But, mom, the pancakes were your…”

"Twilight!"

I give up and sigh while Mother brings back the ingredients into the fridge and takes something else out of it.

Mothers can be so random some times.

“Now, Twilight tell me, how has been life treating you in POnyville?”

Father speaks while patting an empty chair next to him at the table. Like father wants, I sit next to him and start to talk about my latest adventures with my friends.

Nodding his head every now and then father listens carefully at all that has been happening lately in town.

“...So, what did you do to find out which one was the real Pinkie?”

“Well, one of the Pinkies mentioned that we needed a test to figure out which one was the real Pinkie since only her would care enough to pass it if our friendship was in the line.”

Father replies with a long “oooooh” and asks me to continue with the tale.

“At the end only the real Pinkie managed to stay focused on the drying paint. We all were quite glad about it too. We couldn’t do anything that could distract the Pinkie’s from the test so we all had to watch with them how the paint dried. It was the most boring thing I’ve ever done.”

“Ha ha ha ha!”

Father applauds and laughs while he agrees with me.

“Yes, the most boring indeed.”

“What a delightful story Twilight, you surely have to introduce us to your friend Pinkie.”

Mother speaks from the kitchen while she still works on dinner.

“Oh, but you already know her. She’s the pink earth pony from my brother’s wedding, remember?”

My father scratches his chin for an instant trying to remember…

“Pink earth pony…pink earth pony…Oh! You mean that energy bundle with the messy pink locks?

Oh surely I know her! How could I ever forget, right dear?”

Mother giggles in the kitchen and replies with a sweet voice.

“Right. She danced and played the whole night long. Even after that Disc jockey she brought had left, she kept dancing at the rhythm of a tune she was humming.”

Both my parents hummed what I assume was Pinkie’s song at the wedding, when she was left alone dancing on the cold grass.

“It was a really catchy tune. I can imagine how hard it must have been for her that test. But that just shows how much she cares for you as her friends.”

Father looks at me in such a warm way that my blood begins to rush to my face. Although we’re already about the same size he still manages to make me feel small. The hoof he uses to rub playfully my head accentuates that fact.

“I’m so glad you’ve met such good friends Twilight.”

“Me too.”

Mother comes out of the kitchen pushing a small purple chart with three white porcelain dishes.

“Ok, everypony make room for dinner.”

Using her magic she levitates the dishes in front of each one of us placing also a knife, a fork and a spoon in their respective order.

“But, dear, we already had dinner. I’m still quite stuffed.”

“Oh, come on, it’s only a little bite. I wouldn’t like to see Twilight eat her food alone. Besides we can keep talking while we eat.”

We three dig in at the same time. Dad and I praise mother’s cooking before we proceed to have a second spoonful of food.

She smiles and begins to eat as well.

It is a really enjoyable moment. But I’m not part of it.

I didn’t come here for this.

______Three weeks ago ________

Ponyville

A scroll came a almost three weeks ago to the library through the mail.

It was a message from the princess. In it she was told me about a new spell I was supposed to learn as quickly as possible, for it would be of “utmost importance” for the future of Equestria.

Of course, the sole mention of the words “utmost importance” were enough to get my blood pumping through my veins while my chest puffed with confidence. Whatever that spell was, I was going to master it.

Obviously the spell wasn’t something you were going to learn by just wishing it. Among all the magic enchantments I’ve been given access to by the princess, this was the most complicated and most overpowered of them all. Easily it’d be something a wizard of the highest level would come to see after years of practice, a high level spell of royal class, the ancient secret of “Dispel”.

When I read the description of the enchantment I was about to learn on the parchment, I jumped in excitement.

“Dear Celestia, this is amazing!”

It surely was. Dispel is the ultimate nullifying spell. It can remove magical augments of any sort like magical strengthening of the body, intelligence increase, physical or magical defense increase. Any pony that follows the path of magic gains an automatic chance to beat even the most skillful master with this spell, for it can crack or render useless the most powerful magic barriers.

I could break my brother’s magic force field without even putting too much effort into it.

It was unbelievable. There was no way in Elysium or Hades that I would miss the chance to learn that.

The following nights and days I spent solely trying to understand the mechanic of the spell, the way the magic should be used, the amount of power needed.

“This is waaaaaay too hard!”

It cost me a lot of effort. The magic blew up on my face a couple of times, covering my face in black dust and filling the hair of the library with the smell of burnt hair. In that time Spike took care of the library, cleaning up and re-shelving, as well as attending any customers that dropped by. Yet he still managed to get some time to get breakfast, lunch or dinner done for both of us.

-“Twilight, come on, give it a rest already. You’ve been working on that for hours now non-stop.”

“It’s ok, Spike I’m really close to get it right this time.”

-“That’s what you said yesterday…and the day before that…and the day before that day too!

I’m telling you. Give it a rest, eat something and try to think about something else. I’m sure that after you’ve made a little pause it’ll be a lot easier for you.”

“I already told you I’m really……”

If I remember correctly, thas specific time the magic also blew on my face and gave me a purple afro.

"Ah!"

"Twilight! Are you alright!?"

The black could caused by the explosion dissipated after a couple of seconds, revealing my new "hip" style

“I’ve reconsidered my decision. I think I might take you upon your offer.”

Spike always burst in laughter when he saw my face covered in coal dust. Were it another pony I might have reacted somehow a little aggressively for laughing at me and might have told him to be quiet, but with Spike it’s different. I’m not bothered if Spike sees me fail or embarrass myself. I also don’t mind apologizing to Spike if I know I’m wrong. We’ve always had this strange atmosphere of trust between us.

It was only one week ago, on the fifth day of the week, that I managed to get the spell to work properly and truly get rid of any magic based status ailment.

That night I asked Owlicious to be my guinea pig.

I used many different spells on my number two assistant in order to find out exactly how to deal with each status effect.

Dispel is a wondrous spell.

It is the master key to breaking all kind of magical mechanisms and yet it is subtle and refined about it. It doesn't boast off with a presumptuous display of magic, lights or sound effects. No, instead it makes a visual representation of the status effect cast on the target and destroys it. Depending on the status effect the representation is different. For instance in the case of time magic for the increase or decrease of speed, a little glass hour appears hovering over the head of the target.

For stat-increases like magic of strength up, it shows a little “plus” or a “minus”, which can be easily removed no matter how much the stat-increase was.

And in the case of barriers of any kind a greenish aura appears around the body of the target. Even the mighty “reflect” must bow before the power of “dispel”.

So it is kind of understandabIe that I couldn’t help but get a little drunk with its power.

“Ha ha! You think you’re good because you’re invisible? Well, think twice! Dispel!”

Not only did I enchant poor Owlicious, but I also enchanted many objects around the house.

One of the book shelves I cast invisibility upon reappeared after I used dispel on it.

“What are you saying? What? You’re too fast for me? We’ll see about that!Dispel!”

The cuckoo-clock on the wall ticking and cuckooing frenetically came back to its natural rhythm after I got rid of the “haste” status.

“Excuse me? Are you talking to me? Are YOU talking to ME? Dispel!”

The few cups of tea I used "levitate" on fell to the library’s floor and exploded in thousands of tiny little white shards.

“So, you’re using reflect, huh? You think you’re the best one around, huh? Don’t make me laugh! Dispel!”

The purple aura surrounding my quill and parchment disappears instantaneously leaving them defenseless for any magic attack of my liking.

“He he he! I’m invincible!”

Giggling like a mad mare I rolled all over the floor in excitement.

“This is amazing!”

After I was done behaving like a little filly I stood up decided to show it to Spike. It didn't matter if he was still sleeping or not. It was something totally worth a couple of sleep hours.

I ran upstairs and slammed open the door of my room.

“Spike, look what I can do now!”

I rushed to the side of his little basket, but on the way there I caught something strange in my reflection on the window.

Carefully I walked towards the glass and looked at me. What I saw really scared me.

“What the…”

Something large surrounded my head, like the mechanism of a clock. It ticked each second making little gears and pendulums move in an organized fashion.

It was terrifying. Some of the wears seemed to be partially inside my head, moving something inside it.

The view made me feel fake, inorganic, unnatural.

"What is this thing?"

Using one of my hooves I reached for the artifact, but being just a visual representation of magic without any real substance, my hoof went right through it like a blade through mist.

“Is this also representation of a status effect…?”

It was. Of what kind of status effect I had no idea, but that is what it was.

Somehow my chest began to feel tighter and my legs began to shake.

“D-Dispel.”

Suddenly a excruciating pain invaded my whole body.

“AAaaagh!”

It was as if part of my head was being torn off…

“AAAaaagggnnnn ah!”

As if my brain were suddenly missing a piece and instead had a giant black hole through which the cold wind blew, I closed my eyes and covered my ears pressing the sides of my head trying close the new gap in my head, trying uselessly to make the pain go away. But everything hurt: Moving hurt, screaming hurt, seeing hurt, hearing hurt. With all my strength I pressed my temples and wished for the pain to stop.

“Please!!”

I didn’t want to see anymore if it hurt this much, I didn’t want to hear anymore if it hurt this much.

But with my eyes closed I still “saw” something, I still “heard” somepony yelling in the silence of night.

“What do you think you’re doing!?”

A male voice yelled at somepony. The whistle of a magic missile cutting through the air and hitting something. A blinding light and a yelp of pain.

“Twilight! You come here young lady!”

“Ouch, mother! It hurts!”

M-mother?

“What…what is going on!? My head…it hurts so much!”

I fell on the floor pressing my head with my hooves. Risking a short glance over my head I saw how pieces of the phantom artifact broke and disappeared into thin air. To get rid of that thing was a lengthy process and I wasn't sure I'd be sane by the end of it.

Gladly I'd have cancelled the spell, but the pain didn't let me concentrate enough.

"Twilight!"

Spike called my name worried. My screams surely woke him up in what possibly could be the worst way ever.

"What's going on? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

I liked the fact that Spike didn't stupidly ask "Are you alright?" at that time. Judging by my screams and the painful expression I surely had at the time, he quickly figured out that I wasn't alright and that whatever it was, was something incredibly serious.

Still I don't think that in that condition I would have made it to the hospital.

"I'm taking you to the hospital Twilight."

Spike wasn't thinking clearly at the moment. In such a situation I guess not many would. There was no way eh'd be able to pick me up from the ground, me, a full grown mare, and take me to the hospital, which is over three blocks away from here.

"Twilight, hang in there, OK? I'll be right back!"

His claw reached for me, but something strange happened as soon as I felt his touch over my fur.

"Ah..."

The sensation of his scales against my soft skin made electricity go all the way up to my brain, it made me shake to my very core.

I opened my eyes and saw his figure covered by the darkness of the night. A sudden feeling of déjà vu, the certainty of having experienced a moment like this before, passed through my mind.

"Spike..."

The instant of peace was over. The pain took once more over me.

"AAAAAAAAAAGH!"

The pain intensified. I could feel how the pieces and bolts of the phantom artifact on my head tightened around it as if trying to carry out a last order before vanishing.

A sharp piece rose above the others like an assassin's dagger waiting for the order to deal the fatal blow.

Spike once more tried to help me, but I assumed his touch would only trigger the mechanic limb aiming for my head.

"No, don't!!"

Without even wanting it, a blast of raw magic forced itself out of my horn impacting Spike on the chest, sending him flying backwards to one of my room's walls.

I didn't mean to be that rough with him, but while contorting on the floor in pain, I didn't have any control over my magic.

Still, to see powerlessly how Spike hit the wall like a sack of potatoes made something in my head go "click".

"I saw that before."

"What do you think you're doing!?"

"Father!"

A movie begins to play in my head. My father, mother and Spike are in it.

Just in the same way he's doing it right now, Spike is blast away by father's magic. But it doesn't just end there. Father fires blast after blast at Spike without mercy. He corners him against a wall so that he can't miss.

"Please, stop"

"Twilight! You come here young lady!"

I'm taken away from them. Mother grabs me by my ear and takes me to my room. The door's lock clicks locking us both outside the room Spike and Father are in. I fear for Spike's safety. Father looked dangerous.

"We must stop him, he's going to kill Spike!"

Mother didn't listen. She just yelled at me, complaining about my actions, about whether or not I thought my parents were stupid, about my future and what other ponies might think of me if it ever came out to the public.

I remember not caring at all about any of those things and clearly saying so.

"Mother! We must stop him!"

Mother became angrier after each of my answers. But it wasn't until I blurted something about love that my mother completely lost it.

A white ball of magic began to form at the tip of my mother's horn, growing in size with each passing second. Back then mother murmured something that only now I can recall.

"This is for your own good!"

A blinding light enveloped me while thunder roared in my ears taking away my memories and feelings.

The movie stopped abruptly confusing me even more. The mechanic limb threatening with piercing my head plunged down at lightning speed. It'll take me with it before giving up its mission. But before its tip reached the surface of my skull it fell apart, its pieces turning into nothing more than blur shapes of bluish smoke.

Right after the artifact disappeared I started to feel dizzy. The information in my head was scrambled and mixed up. Yet at the same time I felt better, lighter, relieved, as if I all these years I had carried a burden with me.

"S-spike..."

Tiredness invaded each one of my muscles, my legs could no longer hold my weight and my eyelids were incredibly heavy. I managed to murmur Spike's name before I fell into a deep slumber.

Nostalgic sounds filled my head with memories I didn't remember I had.

The smell of old paper and ink, the sensation of the hard and cold wooden floor underneath my belly.

The catchy tune of the song mother used to sing buzzed in my ears and the after taste of hot dinner in my mouth, a scene that was an everyday thing when I was younger.

Father came to take me to my room when he thought I'd fallen asleep on the carpet in front of the chimney. A pair of hooves slid underneath me and lifted my weight without much problem, carrying me around in the house to finally bring me to my room.

I recall my old room in Canterlot, the softness the purple bed sheets made of linen decorated with a pattern of pink stars, my desk covered with books I had received from the Princess, the beautiful sight of the city outside my window. All of it made me feel safe and protected. I was a very happy mare.

The memory of a kiss on my forehead and the gentle yet profound voice of my father wishing me a good night burns brightly in my mind as one of my most beloved moments. For him, for mother, for my brother I was their little princess.

"Good night, father..."

But why is it that I didn't appreciate that? Why did I enjoy betraying that expectation? Why did I prefer being naughty?

I heard how the cracking and aching sound of the wooden floor giving up under his weight became more and more distant until I heard the door of my room being open and shut.

"Twilight..."

But not long after that, I heard the wooden floor creak again. The steps sounded different to my father's.

"Twilight..."

A voice like whisper called my name as it came closer to the edge of my bed.

And I had a vague idea of who it might be.

"Twilight...are you awake?"

I didn't answer. I just opened one of my eyes slightly to see the shape of my late visitor in the darkness.

Bathed by the scarce light of the room there stood on its hind legs a large lizard-like creature. I couldn't see its eyes, but I knew he was watching me, staring at me and my sleeping face.

"Twilight."

He kneed down next to my bed and lowered his head to be as close to my face as possible.

"Twilight"

Suddenly a warm breath a few millimeters away from my lips startled me. I felt him press his lips against mine shyly, being extra careful to not wake me up.

The faint rustling of the bed sheets being moved away by his claws, stripping me of any sort of cover, made my heart beat like a drum and as if I had already slept the whole night, I felt full of energy again.

A tender caress over my cheek that went all the way up to my ear and the back of it, sent funny shivers down my spine.

Placing carefully my mane aside to have a better touch of my skin, my visitor continued to kiss my sealed lips.

Each second spent in that kiss felt too short, but at the same time waiting for the next part felt like an eternity.

Kissing won't be enough.

"Ah"

Without any warning his claw began to risk going lower. I felt how it delicately slid down my neck to my chest. A couple of bribing kisses followed his arousing, lascivious touch downwards. My body started to get warmer with each centimeter of my body his claw claimed as its own.

"Mmzzz... zzzzzzzmzzzzzz...."

I looked at his shape in the darkness. He was fully invested in his labor, in exploring every corner of my body with his fingers and lips. Dear Celestia, it was so wrong and addicting. My body felt like made of wild boiling magma tainted by pitch black desires. Taking a bit of pleasure in my shame, I enjoyed the sensation of the sheets getting wetter between my hind legs.

His fingers reached my lower abdomen and went even further down. I could not wait for his fingers to reach down there, to have them rub me in way that a hoof could never compare to.

"Zzz...mm...zzz..."

It became more difficult to keep up the charade. The creature was enjoying every second I lied in front of it defenseless. Putting no resistance to his touch or intentions I was target of all his lust, victim of his experiments.

Celestia...it felt so good.

The way he slid his tongue down my neck, how he rubbed my nipples with one hand, but caressed me gently with the other, made my head go blank and made my body more permissive.

"Ahnn..."

Finally his fingers touched my lower lips. They feel so hard against my bare flesh, so good, that I could not help it soaking them in my juices.

"Twilight.....you're completely drenched."

He murmured those words in my ear and I blushed aroused and embarrassed. The rough texture of his claws felt divine on my clitoris. Drool pooled up in my mouth and almost unconsciously my legs began to spread apart, allowing him to do more.

His fingers spread my lips and rubbed maliciously against my entrance, creating dark expectations, teasing my wildest side beyond sanity.

"Twilight...I...want you so badly."

I felt how the mattress bent under his weight, how his warm breath started to follow his fingers to my most private part.

"Zz....ah...Zzzz....mmm...."

His tongue had not touched me yet, but already I couldn't hold it anymore due to the expectation. My eyes opened caring now little if he notices or not. I could be passive no longer.

In the shadows I could barely see the shape of his two raging members standing firm like masts. With his eyes fixed on my crotch, he didn't see what I was doing, how I stealthily stretched one of my forelegs towards his junk with a lascivious smile on my face.

The wet sensation of his rough tongue on my sensitive lower lips felt so good that I had to grit my teeth to avoid moaning like a mad mare.

The dexterous muscle continued to stimulate the inner folds of my slit, circling, tickling and sucking me in such pleasurable ways, that I couldn't help but soaking it with my wetness.

"Ah...

Mm!""

Resistance was such a fruitless endeavor. Without thinking more about it, I reached for his two members, caressing one of them softly with the back side of my hoof.

"Fhh!"

Spike's body jerked in surprise. He quickly stopped licking me and turned his head around focusing on the darkness on my face, trying to see if I was asleep or not.

"Twilight?"

His voice was nothing more than a whisper.

"Are you awake?"

Concentrating just enough magic on my horn to make it glow I finally unveiled my lustful expression to him.

"Boo!

Did I scare you?"

With the most innocent smile I could muster at the moment, I greeted him as I held one of his member in my grasp, rubbing it slowly up and down, causing his face to twist in pleasure.

"So you were just pretending, huh?"

With my free hoof over my mouth I giggled coquettishly.

"Just a little....

Mmmmmnnnnnn..."

Spike, without making the slightest noise, came to my side again and kissed me on the lips, our third kiss, but the first time we did it in the middle of our grown up game.

"Tastes weird."

The taste of my nether regions still lingered of Spike's mouth and tongue. It was weird to taste myself, but to not spoil the moment I didn't give it much relevancy.

"Sorry."

Spike apologized and I lost it. His face illuminated by the soft glow of my horn filled my imagination with sweet and tender desires that can only be expressed in the most carnal ways.

"It's fine."

We shared another kiss. This time a lot more passionate than the last one. As we kissed he kept sliding his finger along my slit, making me twitch and moan each time we separated our lips to catch some air.

Drops of sweat rolled down my fur, while my cheeks seemed to burn due to the embarrassment and arousal I was submerged in at the moment. My eyes focused solely on the soft glow of his eyes under the weak light. There were words in my chest I was dying to speak out.

"Twilight, I love you."

Despite how improbable it was, I felt how my rib cage felt tight around my beating heart.

"I-I love you too."

Our first time, the first time we said that we loved each other, and the first time both of us stared into each others eyes with more than mutual curiosity for each other's body.

We didn't say any other word after that. The only sounds in the room were my moans caused by the continuous kneading of my flesh.

"W-what are you waiting for...?

P-put it in."

Avoiding his gaze, trying to get rid of the awkwardness, I proposed to go continue our game. With delight he bit softly on my neck pulling, while a hard and thick finger entered my slowly.

"Ah!"

He quickly covered my mouth with his claw.

"Shh...we don't want to wake them up, do we?"

I shook my head rapidly as my reply. The sensation of his finger sliding in and out of me was already arousing enough, but having him cover my mouth while doing so drove me crazy. Eagerly I pushed my hips against his finger, wanting to feel it more, to be more aware of it being deep inside of me.

Spike looked at me maliciously and with an evil-looking grin that sent shivers down my spine on his face, he put another finger inside me.

"Mmmm!!!"

I felt stretched, stuffed, wonderful. But despite how much it thrilled me to have two fingers inside me and how much I wanted to feel more, I asked Spike to move gently.

"Ah...ahn...oh....mmm..."

The slow motion of his fingers was maddeningly pleasurable. Not only did I feel the need to do more, but Spike did too.

"Twilight."

While whispering my name he covered himself with my bed sheets, placing himself between my legs with both his shafts pointing direclty at my entrance. His fingers didn't stop moving inside me and softly he gave me another kiss. Although reason and logic protested against it, I was more than willing to have real sex with him, to let him push himself as deep as he could inside me.

"It's ok.

Let's do it."

Our lips touched in a soft kiss short lived kiss while I guided his shaft with my hoof towards my entrance.

Suddenly the silence was broken by the crunching sound of wood, bending under our combined weight.

Our bodies and minds froze instantaneously dispelling any kind of magic that could have been floating in the air. Instead now there was fear and the warm sweat rolling down our foreheads became gelid. My ears twitched and moved around, trying to pick up the slightest sound, the faintest sign of movement inside the house. Spike just looked in the general direction of my room's door, ready to hide under my bed the very same moment he spotted movement on the other side of it.

After a minute or two without hearing or seeing anything, we both focused again on each other, trying to look into each other's eyes in the darkness.

"Looks like they didn't hear anything."

"Looks like it."

My hoof kept rubbing itself against the tip of Spike's shaft as he whispered his words. Unfortunately no matter how soud his argument seemed to be or how tempting his offer was, I could no longer agree to making this night our first.

Father and Mother are in the house...just a few meters away from my room's door.

"Twilight..."

Spike continued his attack on the spot between my legs. He kissed and touched me passionately. Although he didn't say much, his movements talked for him, letting me know how much he wanted to continue, how much he hungered for me.

To be aware of this just made me desire for more of him, but no matter how much he and I wanted to continue and go even beyond, I had to keep my head cool and let the opportunity go.

"No...not tonight."

All movement stopped at my words and despite mine and Spike's disappointment, we both agreed to wait for a bit more.

"Sure. It's too risky."

Slowly and carefully, as to not make any noise, Spike got out of my bed, not before giving me one last lust filled good-night kiss.

His shape moved away from me and went instead towards my window. With the seeming of a monster lurking, creeping in the nightly shore, he got out of my chamber looking back once as if making sure I knew he was going to be back later.

It was then, when I no longer saw his figure in the darkness, when I could no longer feel his presence in my room that I started to regret telling him to go, and even though I would still have sent him away if for some reason he came back, my mind continued playing around with the idea of what could have been and how good it would feel to have him in me.

A purple hoof placed upon my drenched slit moved slowly up and down, emulating his body rubbing against mine.

"Mmnnnn..."

Placing my pillow over my face to muffle my moans, I masturbated.

Spike...oh, Spike...

My body burned and in my head I kept thinking about tomorrow.

Tomorrow...the day Mother and Father leave for Manehattan for whole three days, leaving us with just my brother to take care of us, giving Spike and me more than one chance to make up for this unsatisfactory moment.

"Ah!"

The muscles of my legs cramped in a very familiar way and my rib cage tightened against my lungs, forcing me to take short and rapid mouthfuls of air.

"Oh....oh...oh...omgh...nnnn!"

I continued grinding my slit with my hoof, taking advantage of how slippery my juices had made it.

I bit down my pillow strongly, preparing myself for the orgasm I was so looking forward to.

"Mmmnnn...mmmnnn!!"

But the moment I felt the closest to my climax, was the same moment I woke up.

"Twilight?"

With eyes wide open, not understanding whatever was going on around me, I found myself the next day with my blankets wrapped around my body, between my legs, being tightly hold against my chest.

"Oh, thanks to Celestia, you woke up, Twilight!"

Looking around I saw my room, my things and books, the sunlight streaming through the transparent glass of my windows, particles of dust floating around in the light, and Spike's basket, like always placed in one of the corners. It all pointed out to the obvious fact that I woke up like always under Celestia's sun in the tranquil town of Ponyville, in the small library of Golden Oaks, which has been my home for a couple of years already.

"Hey, are you feeling alright, Twilight?"

I saw then Spike. Or at least I assumed it was him...or maybe I believed that would have to be Spike, considering all the physical and personal characteristics the little dragon in front of me and MY Spike shared.

Standing next to my bedside there was a little purple lizard with tubby arms and legs, with green spines sprouting from his head creating a single line of green spikes down his back.

"Twilight? Does something hurt?"

"Spike", jumped onto my bed with a worried expression. With one of his claws he reached for my face.

There was a creaking sound then, the sound of wood bending, the weight on my bed that was not my own, and the touch of scales against my fur.

"Ah!"

A moan escaped my mouth and startled I pulled back, getting away from his touch.

"Twilight?"

My cheeks were red. Covering myself with my blankets I went to the farthest side of my bed, making sure to not let go for one single second my eyes of "Spike".

Although I knew Spike wouldn't ever do anything against my will, I somehow doubts started to form. Blurred memories of events that could even make the most shameless of mares turn red floated around in my mind, as if trying to find its proper location in the chaotic mess that was my head right now.

At times I felt dumb thinking, doubting that Spike could even lay a claw on me, on my most private parts, to see me as the mare I am with most wanting eyes, yet there were moments when that looked completely possible. Imagining him pushing me down on the bed, forcing moans out of me, licking me, kissing me while his pure, fiery emerald colored eyes are fixed on mine, scared me and thrilled me at the same time.

With shame I sensed how the sheets of my bed got wetter between my legs and how, with each passing second, no matter how much I tried to convince myself that it wasn't right, the idea of sleeping with Spike, to be his first and he mine, became more and more appealing.

The little Spike approached me as I pressed myself against the wall behind me as if believing that if I tried hard enough I'd go through it.

"It's ok, Twilight, I just want to make sure you are ok."

The moment his claw touched my forehead again, was the same moment I gave up and just wished he'd be gentle enough when doing whatever he was planning on doing. However the strictly medical touch of my number one assistant never turned into anything else. In the same way a doctor does when treating a patient, his palm remained for a couple of seconds over my hot skin and was taken away before I could even doubt his intentions.

"It looks like you have a fever."

Spike talked very matter-of-factly, having, unlike me, no secret or utter expectations from this whole situation.

Surprised and...strangely disappointed I saw him smile at me, comfort me, as me to lay down and don't strain myself.

"It's ok Twilight, I'll take care of you until you feel better again."

His emerald eyes gleamed beautifully under the light, his tiny chest puffed valiantly was cute, and the determination on his eyes made my heart melt like hot butter. Right then and there, had he finished off with a killer line, a romantic sentence that would have pulled the strings of my heart, I'd have been fine with him taking me. I waited eagerly for that one line, my body and mind, confused, but, more than ready to be his, but instead he uttered no other word and turned around, heading for the door that leads downstairs, to the library, the kitchen and, of course, breakfast for both of us.

I was left there, in my room alone, with blushed cheeks and a racing heart that no matter what I did or how much I tried, didn't want to slow down.

"How cute and gentlemanly."

Delighted by Spike's reaction and behavior, I praised his actions while hiding my moist and shameful self under the bed sheets.

"How thoughtful" I said, "How gallant, and respectful". Praise after praise, I couldn't stop applauding mentally Spike's performance. While I on the other hoof burned inside due to the sudden, dark and obscure desire to consume him and be consumed by him.

This procedure of action and praise repeated itself all morning of the first day after the incident.

His respectful way to look away when by accident my tail left uncover my most private parts, the glowing blush on his cheeks while when, by mistake, I moaned, lost in, what I thought back then were, delusions, but what I know recognize as my memories and deepest desires, were proof he cared for me. He didn't want to take advantage of my situation after last night. He surely must have thought I was acting weird due to high fever or some infection and I let him believe that. I let him care for me like one takes care of a sick puppy, believing, trying to convince myself that in this way, I'd get over these lascivious thoughts and I'd see him again how he truly was, as my little brother, dear friend, and quite obviously as my number one assistant.

This was only for the first day though.

On the night of the second day, when for the second time my night was plagued with lustful mixtures of dreams, visions and memories, when I found myself hungering for him, with my insides aching wildly, looking for that relief only he could give, and when the spot between my legs was dripping thick cloudy drops of raw lust on the wooden floor of my room as I tiptoed my way to his basket only to find the little bastard sleeping comfortably, not troubled, aroused, excited or even bothered by the smell of a mare in heat, waiting and saving herself only for him sleeping just a couple of meters away from him, defenseless and more than willing to agree to any of his most perverse desires, it was then when I couldn't stand that gentlemanly and respectful attitude of his anymore.

The next day, the second after the incident, I watched Spike work all day in the library only speaking counted times to tell or yell him what to do or if he had left a spot. The same time he spent working, I spent lying on my belly enjoying the most educational yet amusing books about how foals were made.

This tyrannical behavior though was completely intentional. Deliberately I was wearing him down offering him no moment of piece until he had no strength left in that puny body of his.

When at night, he was finally done with all the chores I had come up with, and which would have usually taken a week to complete. I invited him to take a shower.

As planned, he saw this simple act as an act of saintly benevolence, forgetting completely the lengthy chain of ill-intended actions that had spawned it.

He ran towards the bathroom holding his purple towel and a bath cap thanking me over and over for the chance to bath after such a hard day of work.

While he took his usual three hours long bath, I prepared the room for the night ahead of us.

All sheets were replaced by new ones, perfumed candles were lit here and there to make have a few lights in the room, while we play in the darkness, and of course, I procured the most fitting attire for this occasion from Rarity's store.

Obviously Twilight Sparkle didn't pick it up. Having three hours to get all that done, I managed to craft a disguise good enough to trick my friend into thinking that, yes, a mare came disguised into her store to ask for a one of her most adult-oriented products, but there was no way in hay that the disguised mare could be me.

With the most difficult, or time consuming preparations out of the way, I just took a couple of things from the kitchen for the finishing touches: an old bucket, a few jewels from Spike's stash, and a can of whipped cream.

When finally Spike got out of the bath tub, he found me laying on my belly top of my bed wearing a white set of stockings and a garter belt of the same color around my waist, while my tail moved around in the air like a cat's. The candles shone brightly in the room, creating a path in the darkness that leaded Spike only to me and the softness of my bed.

"Hoah? What's all of this, Twilight? Are we doing some sort of ritual?"

With great curiosity, Spike took a deep breath of the perfumed air surrounding us.

"Hmm...a girl's ritual judging by the looks of it."

I giggled with my hoof over my mouth at Spike's comment.

"It's no ritual Spike. Truly there's nothing special to it. But, here..."

I patted the empty spot next to me and stared Spike directly into those emerald eyes that had been avoiding me so far.

"...Come."

The little dragon did as told and walked slowly towards me, looking around, making comments about the different things in the room now.

"So, what are the candles for, Twilight?"

"To lower the electricity bill."

"Oooooh."

"And the perfume?"

"Well, Spike, after cleaning the house so thoroughly, I wanted to give it a fresh smell too."

"Oh, I see."

"What about the new bed sheets though? The other ones were still fine."

"Oh, I got the bed shetets to match my new pajamas."

"And...*gulp* those things you're wearing?"

"These are my new pa-ja-mas❤"

"Oh."

The little dragon blushed wildly, unable to take off his eyes of my body sensually covered thanks to my new clothing.

All according to plan.

To straight out tell him my intentions would have not only scared him away, but also ruined any other future plans in case this one were to fail. Instead I tried to implant in him a naughty curiosity for me and my body, all to bring back the Spike that, just like this one cared and was there for me, but also the one that craved, and desired me.

"Here, I brought something special."

I pulled out the bucket with the gems in it. The stones hit the metal whenever I made the slightest movement, creating a granulated sound like that of a maraca. With the bucket right next to me, I again looked at Spike.

"Do you want some?"

"Oh boy, do I?"

Eating, quite literally, of my hoof, Spike sat next to me enjoying his gems, while I just saw him nibble on the shiny rocks.

Although at least fifty percent of his attention was on the rocks, the remaining fifty was on me. Furtive glances and soft little touches against my skin. Short periods of time when he lost himself in dreams that no good child should have, drooling over a grown's mare body, saying it was the gems' fault, whenever I noticed him looking.

"It looks like you're enjoying those."

I put the next part of the plan in motion.

"It makes me wanna have something to eat too."

Like the gems, I pulled out the can of whipped cream out and let Spike see it.

"Just whipped cream? No strawberries or something else?"

"Yes. Just whipped cream."

Spike looked me in the eyes a bit confused by my choice.

"It's delicious. Wanna try it out?"

Confused Spike gave me one of his jewels and told me to put some on it. But...

"Sorry, but no. That's not how you eat this. Want me to show you?"

Spike doubted before giving me an answer. Not because he knew about my intentions, but because he didn't know any other way to eat whip cream.

"O-ok. Sure."

"Good. Then lay down facing up and place your hands under your back., my number one assistant."

Again doing as told, my number one assistant lied down on the bed waiting for me to show him, the new way to eat whipped cream.

As I pressed the button on top of the can, a white stream of a thick, foamy and sweet substance fell on Spike's purple body, creating a great contrast, a delight to my eyes. Little puffs of cream were placed all on strategical points on Spike's physique, even on some points I let my wildest and weirdest side of me take over and was a little bit more creative, making a few decorations over his body.

"Twilight, what are you....ah!"

I dug in without notice. My lips placed themselves over a white, sugary puff over his chest and sucked on it, swirling my tongue around the area, making sure I left no cream behind.

"T-T-twilight!? Ah!"

One after the other the white puffs of cream disappeared in my mouth, bringing forth each time Spike's moans, grunts and pleas to stop.

"Twilight...ah...stop this. It feels....really strange..."

A big puff of sweet whipped cream fell on the dragon's mouth, which I proceeded to take care off.

"Mmmnnnn....!"

Our lips met for the first time in years. Using the cream as an excuse I explored Spike's lips the same way I did his body.

"Mmmmmm..."

Although at the beginning putting up some resistance, Spike started relax. Our kiss was tender and slow. Gladly I'd have liked to continue, but the plan had priority.

"Thank you for the meal."

While on top of him, I stared for a long time into his eyes, as if by some sort of telepathy I would be able to let him know my intentions and feelings. Giggling softly at Spike's confused and flushed expression, his ragged breath and teary eyes, I pulled back.

"Huh? t...twilight? Why...?"

With his claw over his mouth, sensing the fading warm on his lips he looked at me while I pulled the sheets of the bed aside, making myself ready for some sleep.

"Why? Because it's really late already. We've things to do tomorrow, don't we?"

Sadly disappointed that there'd be no continuation to my teaching, Spike got off my bed and headed towards his basket, but before he was too far away, I caught him in the lavender glow of my magic.

"Where do you think you are going, Spike? You're sleeping with me tonight."

"I am?"

We were face to face. I lied on the bed, already tucked in my bed sheets while Spike floated above me. With a single movement, I took him under the sheets and pulled him closer to me in a hug, some would have call uncomfortable, others, tempting. Accommodated between my legs, Spike's lower body was trapped in an embrace without escape, while his upper body was target of slight common affections, such as hugs, pecks and caresses.

Spike did little to resist me. Just complaining halfheartedly from time to time to save some face.

A couple of hours later after I feigned falling asleep after all the caressing between us, Spike was still awake. I could sense him through my closed eyelids. The scared look of a child that sees the chance to take without permission what his heart longs for.

In my arms, tightly wrapped around him, I sensed the beat of his heart and the subtlety of his breathing. Prisoner between my legs, his lower body moved around carefully trying to find a way out of my grasp without rubbing himself too much against me, hoping that I'd not notice the hot protuberance popping from under his scales.

Aaaahhh...I'd had let it all go to waste to only get a better feel of that member. But that would have like trading a cow for a glass of milk. I was sure that if I were to wait a little longer, just a couple of seconds more, I knew I'd find my reward, I was sure Spike would not let the chance slip by. But Spike proved me wrong, minutes passed like hours without him trying anything I'd expected him to attempt. I was losing my patience quite rapidly, the idea of forcing myself on him starting to grow bigger in my head. In a sudden strike from brightness, though, I came up with a better idea.

It was a double edged tactic. Were it to work, I'd get what I wanted, but if it failed, I'd have to call it a day and try to snatch the little dragon tomorrow.

I decided to let him go.

Released from my grasp, instinctively, Spike got out of my bed, and as quiet as possible placed his feet on the ground.

Turning my back towards him I cursed the silly idea. I was going to end up, horny, angry and lonely on my bed, just because I had the bright idea to stop hugging Spike.

The chaos going in my mind and body didn't let me notice that Spike stood once more at my side bed; his small self panting subtly, illuminated by dying candle light, the glassy stare on his eyes focused only on the curves of my body concealed by my blankets.

Softly his claw was placed over my hips and remained there for a few instants before its owner, no longer able to fight the temptation, slid it gently over my figure, paying attention to any movement that could indicate I was awake, aware of his actions.

After a while, his body no longer was satisfied with feeling me up through the blankets. My body enveloped in warmth suddenly was exposed to a chilling wind around my lower body. With delight I savored my moment of victory, when my plan had finally driven Spike so much into the corner that he risked everything to touch me, like I remember now, he did once a long time ago.

His cold hand over my flank made me twitch for a second in surprise freezing Spike on the spot, afraid. The cold claw no longer touched me. Instead it hovered over my fur millimeters away, ready to either continue or pull back depending on the situation. I imagined his face reflecting the fear his heart was now submerged on, the fear and burning need to continue despite the consequences, while seconds passed by in a artificial silence, in a fabricated stillness.

After he thought I was asleep again, he continued.

"Aaahhhhh..."

His voice was lower than a whisper. The air went out of his lungs in a sweet arousing tone of satisfaction. I on the other hoof just opened my mouth in an ecstatic expression, in what seemed to be a muted scream of pleasure.

Moisture began to build up between my legs to such an extent that drops ran down my skin to the mattress, staining it.

Spike began to move his hand closer and closer to my slit.

No longer being able to keep my eyes shut or the beating of my heart still, I awaited eagerly the time when Spike would finally reach my entrance.

"!!!!!!"

Another soundless scream of pleasure. My mouth wide open with virgin drool running down its side. I let Spike toy around with my lower lips between his nimble fingers. My muscles contracted each time his longest finger slid along my slit, hitting against my clitoris, sending numbing electricity up my spine.

I doubt Spike could not feel the twitch of my hole aching to be penetrated by him, something he was already doing in my imagination. Enjoying the involuntary contractions of my body with each of his movements, Spike died to do more, to feel more.

"Twilight..."

For the first time he called my name with the same need in his voice.

With delicacy my assistant pulled my lips apart with his fingers, a single, clear thread of my juices hanging between them.

The fine tip of his claw slipped inside me without much resistance.

Although I was the one that wished more than anypony, even more than Spike himself, to be like this with him, I couldn't help but blush embarrassed.

Slowly and steady Spike penetrated me, shoving his finger deeper and deeper inside.

"Aah....ahh...ahh..."

Judging by the sound of his ragged breath, Spike could no longer take it. I couldn't take it either. When I felt Spike deep enough inside me, I clenched myself tightly around him like a venus flytrap around its prey.

The charade ended then. I stopped faking being asleep and turned my head towards the mischievous, little dragon.

Meeting eye to eye we saw each other reflected on our eyes. I truly did not expect what I saw. Spike was still his little self, not showing any kind of change in his physique, something I had hoped for; his current size and the one in my memories still didn't match.

Spike just needed one last push in the right direction. And I just knew how to do it.

With a sultry smile plastered on my face and a faint blush on my cheeks, I spoke the words that got us into this sinful mess a long time ago, the line that brought us together.

"Spike, do you wanna try out what Cadence and my brother were doing?"

Time stood still and the last flickering flame of the last surviving candle in the room died out, covering us with darkness.

The line had indeed a powerful effect on Spike, but the reaction was not the one I wanted.

"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRHGH!!"

Spike suddenly screamed in pain, forcing his finger out of me, making me wince for a second in pain.

"Spike!?"

With no light, unable to see, I used my magic to lit the tip of my horn. Right in front of me Spike kneed down with both hands holding his head, pressing it as if he wanted to squeeze out its content. The scene was just like two nights ago, just this time it wasn't me the one wailing in pain.

Without a thinking it twice I cast dispel on Spike hoping to relieve him of that pain. Having it felt first hoof, I knew how much one wants it to go away.

Contrary to the ghastly machinery that appeared over my head, when I cast the spell, in Spike's case, the ghoulish artifact covered his hole body. Gears and other pieces of machinery sprouted from every nick and corner of his body like an custom-made cage. Elongated pieces of metal tightened themselves around wrists, ankles and neck, mercilessly. Pieces were pushed out of his flesh only to be driven back inside in the most hurtful kind of way.

"Dispel!!!!"

I used the spell once more, bits and pieces of the hellish machinery broke and disappear in a puff of bluish smoke, but it didn't stop or reduced Spike's suffering.

"Dispel!! Dispel!!"

Each time I repeated the word, parts of the machine were blown off, but for each part gone, Spike seemed to be in a pain worse than before. I was in a race against time. I had to get rid of the spell before Spike's mind and body broke, make the machinery disappear before it carried out its grimly task.

After a what seemed to be hours I was almost done, there were only a couple of pieces or the artifact left on Spike's body. I had just blown away the mechanism that tightened itself around Spike's wrists, when a frightening apparition froze the words for the spell in my throat.

"Fa-father?"

The last remaining gear on Spike's neck turned into a blue ghost with father's appearance.

I covered myself using my blankets. I still wore the socks and garter belt thought to tempt Spike so it was more or less an instinctive reaction to Father's presence in the room.

But the thing floating around Spike's neck, was not the father I knew. Its eyes were blank, devoid of pupils and its expression was one of overflowing madness and satisfaction while suffocating Spike. With teeth tightly bit together and a wide smile on his face.

The moments I spent in shock trying to figure out why father had shown up, almost cost me Spike's life.

I cast dispel one last time.

Who cared if it the apparition had my father's face. Even if it had been Celestia and Luna, for trying to kill Spike, I'd not have held back.

Father's ghost faded away, the magic already negated, its power source taken away. As its parting gift he spoke words of utter hatred towards Spike. He condemned him for corrupting me apparently, tears pouring out of his eyes.

Sadness and self-hatred overcame me. Father blamed Spike for our actions that day years ago, when it was actually me the one that started all this. All because of that curiosity and tendency to experimentation I have never truly gotten under control.

"Spike, are you alright!?"

Spike now laid on the floor face down, finally relieved from the pain. I approached his motionless body and checked for breathing and pulse. He breathed. He was still alive, just sleeping.

With tears of joy rolling down my cheeks I kissed him softly on his cheeks. A lot had happened that night.

Gently I carried him over to my bed, getting us both under the bed sheets.

The things didn't go as planned, but I didn't care. I just wished to fall asleep holding Spike close to my chest, making sure that he would go anywhere I couldn't reach him again.

Part 1 end