Secret intimacies

“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