Tired Eyes
(Twilight x Spike)
Requested by firespacer

The Ponyville Library, best known for it’s rather impressive collection of written works by both contemporary and ancient authors, stood quietly in the sleepy little town. From the exterior, one would think that whoever inhabited the tree/building would have been fast asleep at that particular time of the night. However, they would have been wrong. In fact in this night, one soul was still quite awake, despite everypony having gone to bed.

Piles of books upon books, writing quills worn down to their nubs, a dimly lit room almost encased by darkness, several used candles melted down to their bases littering the desk, and a half eaten daisy sandwich that had long lost any semblance of warmth.

Just a normal night for Twilight Sparkle, Ponyville’s resident librarian and prized student of Celestia herself.

It began as it always had: a rather interesting idea had suddenly popped up in her head. The details surrounding its formation and eventual conquest of her brain are trivial at best; though she did remember that it had something to do with using magic as a way to turn simple threads of silk into gold. As always she felt that a bit of light research into this particular topic was in order. However her definition of light research was not exactly the same as everypony else’s. For Twilight, researching was not just a hobby; it was also a way of life. Her life was dedicated to pouring over old tomes and scrolls, learning more about the nature of magic and its many practical uses.

Thus here she was, alone in her bedroom, hunched over a desk and not a care for the consequences of a long cramming session.

A long yawn escaped her throat as she finished her copy of ‘Applied Transformation Magic’ and began to read ‘Alchemy and Magic: A Simple Guide.’ A normal pony would have taken this as a cue to cease all notion of reading and move themselves towards their bed to rest. However, Twilight was already use to studying long hours in the night until the sun rose the very next day, something even her dear teacher had spoken against. ‘Studying will not be useful if you go blind,’ she would tell her, ‘There is no shame in taking a break and resting your eyes once in a while.’

Twilight did improve somewhat; she took a few minutes of rest in morning.

Her eyes strained as they scanned the book’s pages in the dim light of the candle. Around this point the candle was nearing the end of its proverbial life and Twilight would soon need to replace it. There was a table lamp sitting in front of her but the light bulb had burned out a while ago. Instead of replacing it however she felt that this study session took more precedence over some as trivial as replacing a simple bulb.

Looking back, she realized that that was a rather foolish line of thought.

Another yawn rose out of her mouth. Her eyes were beginning to feel heavier by the second. Twilight’s eyes moved slowly to the clock sitting on the nightstand next to her bed. Due to the darkness permeating the room, the face was indiscernible. Twilight reached out with her magic enveloping the clock with a purple aura. She brought the device to her face, giving her a better view of the numbers.

She mumbled softly;“11: 30,” It came as a bit of surprise to her; she had expected to have been much later. “I think I can squeeze a few more minutes in. What do you think, Owlowiscious?” She turned towards her feathered pet and secondary assistant. She received no answer; the owl’s eyes were closed and it stood still on top of its perch. “And here I thought you were nocturnal,” she said, her exhaustion apparent in her voice, “...might have to study that later.”

At this time of the night, most of the ponies in the small town had already turned in for the night, but not Twilight. For her, sleep was something of a trivial matter; a distraction to take her mind off of her books. Sure, there was that whole business of the dangers of sleep deprivation. Sure, maybe not sleeping might lead to some rather dire consequences. Sure, closing her eyes and allowing Luna into her dreams would be a wise choice.

Unfortunately, none of those thoughts ran through her already impressive brain. She was too busy and she wasn’t about to let sleep get in the way of her research.

“I can always rest my eyes during the afternoon,” she mumbled as she closed the book in front of her. The next book on the pile was a large old tome that she had found in the library’s storage. On the cover was the title 'Advanced Alchemy and Transformation Magic: Unabridged Edition' in large, decorated letters. Twilight smiled, thoroughly pleased that she had discovered a book like this outside of the Canterlot Library.

However, as she was about to peruse its contents, which were no doubt full of fascinating knowledge, the candle had finally reached the end of its short life span. The whole bedroom was thrown into near blackness, the only source of light at that moment coming from Luna’s beautiful moon going through her window. Unfortunately for Twilight, this wasn’t enough to illuminate the pages of her tome.

As such, she repeated the same procedure she had done throughout this night and many more. With her magic she opened one of the drawers of her desk and brought out a spare candlestick whilst removing the used candle and placing it among the other used pieces of wax.

She focused her magic, attempting to conjure up a simple flame spell to light up the young candle. A procedure like this required a fair amount of caution, however, since any mistake could lead to dire consequences, one of which was a charred mane. Even so, Twilight was perhaps one of, if not the most gifted magic users in the entire kingdom. Such a simple spell such as this one posed no challenge to her whatsoever.

At least, it wouldn’t pose that great of a challenge had she not been interrupted by three firm knocks assailing her bedroom door. What made this minor interruption worse was the fact that the sudden noise startled her, causing her to miss the candle and hit the dry, wooden desk. The room became alight due to the glow of the fire while Twilight desperately tried to snuff its life, preventing it from spreading all over the library.

“Twilight, you okay in there?” came a deep, familiar voice from behind the door. It was a voice that she had been familiar with since her fillyhood.

“Yes, what is it? I’m very busy right now,” she shot back as she put out the last remaining embers on her once pristine desk.

“I, uh, brought you some snacks. Figured you were getting kinda hungry,” replied the voice in a gentle tone.

At that, Twilight’s stomach began to rumble loudly. Maybe a bit of food wasn’t such a terrible idea at that moment. “Alright, come in,” she said with a small sigh.

The door opened slowly, allowing a growing sliver of light to enter the darkened room. On the other side stood a most interesting creature. In a town inhabited mostly by ponies, this one individual stood out from the standard cookie cutter townsfolk. He was a dragon, as well as Twilight’s number one assistant; his name was Spike.

“Wow, it’s really dark in here,” Spike mused as he entered Twilight’s bedroom, a small plate sitting on one of his claws. As he neared the unicorn, Twilight could focus more on his appearance, despite how dark it was.

He had most certainly grown over the years; he now stood much taller over Twilight and their friends, almost reaching Princess Celestia’s height. The spines on his back and head, once as small as a unicorn’s horn, now protruded outwards like spike. Also on his back was a pair of wings that were currently folded into place.

“I was about to light a new candle before you knocked,” Twilight responded, “What did you bring?”

Spike approached the desk and placed the fine china on top of it. “Some apple fritters that Applejack brought over.” His eyes fell upon the plate containing the frigid remains of a once pristine daisy sandwich; “Though, it looks like you’re already covered.”

Twilight’s eyes followed his own, falling upon the cold plate. She had completely forgotten her sandwich in the midst of her intellectual journey. She winced a bit inside. Spike had made this sandwich exactly to her specifications: easy on the daisies, crust cut off, and just a hint of daffodil thrown in. It was, for lack of a better term, perfect, certainly a far cry from the pathetic remains that lay forgotten for most of the night.

“Oh,” she said, “I must have forgotten.” She levitated one of the fritters up to her nose. It smelled utterly delectable, making her mouth water in anticipation. She took a small bite off the crunchy treat, relishing in the sweet and wonderful taste. Unlike the sandwich before it, it was still completely warm, leaving a pleasurable feeling inside Twilight’s mouth. She swallowed the piece, smacking her lips in delight.

“My goodness, these are fantastic!” exclaimed Twilight, “thank you, Spike.”

The dragon rubbed the back of his head and blushed. “Heh, well technically, I didn’t make them,” he conceded, “you oughta thank AJ for that.” He began to examine the setup Twilight had made for herself on her desk: the stack of books, the used up candles, the charred spot on the table.

“How long you’ve been here anyway?” he asked.

Twilight threw another glance towards the clock, which now sat in plain view of the unicorn.

“12:35,” she said in a plain voice. She turned towards the dragon towering above her; “about nine hours, maybe ten.”

Spike sighed and shook his head in disapproval. “You know, you’re gonna end up blind if you keep doing that,” he explained in a slightly derisive tone.

“Doing what?” asked Twilight, but she soon realized what he meant; “Oh.”

“I’m surprised that you haven’t gotten to the point where you need glasses,” Spike continued, “like Rarity did.”

“Well to be fair,” Twilight added, “dress making tends to require intense concentration, therefore leading to serious eye strain which is a direct cause of diminishing eyesight.” She smiled, seemingly pleased with herself.

“And reading doesn’t?” Spike queried. Twilight dropped her smile almost instantaneously; he definitely had a point there. Perhaps she should put down her books a while and rest her eyes, at least for a day or two. Besides, what good was studying about the world around her if she did not have the eyes to do so?

“You’re right, Spike,” she conceded, “it’s about time for us to go to bed anyway.”

The dragon smiled, pleased that he managed to get through to her. “Alright then, I’ll just take these plates down to the kitchen and then we’ll hit the rack.”

The unicorn smiled and nodded in affirmation. “Sounds like a great plan,” said Twilight.

As she said that, the dragon turned towards the door and began to head downstairs, ready to finally end the night’s chores. However, he was stopped by the sound of somepony clearing her throat behind him.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he heard Twilight ask. He turned and came face to face with a dissatisfied unicorn peering straight into his eyes. Spike quickly figured out what she meant and smiled embarrassingly. He approached her, placing one of his claws on the back of her head gently, and softly pulled her towards him. Their lips met, melding together in loving harmony.

There was a time when the mere thought of being this close to her number one assistant was strange and, quite frankly, preposterous. Spike had always looked up to her as a sister, and she saw him as little brother second only to her BBBFF. However, as the years passed, and Spike began to grow into young adulthood (at least in pony standards), she began seeing him in a different light. The way he completed any task she bestowed upon him, no matter how much he loathed it and always did everything he could to make her happy, it made her feel more and more attached to her assistant.

As the days passed, her attachment began to manifest itself as something much stronger than she originally believed. She would never stop thinking about him, or how he served her as a knight would serve his or her monarch. She did everything she could to make him happy, as he did for her. Eventually, her deductive mind came to one startling revelation: she had fallen in love with her assistant.

At first, she was afraid; she had fallen for one whom she saw a little brother. She had raised Spike ever since she hatched him during her evaluation years ago. She tried her damndest to repress such thoughts, but to no avail. No matter what she did, no matter what technique short of a full memory wipe spell she used to be rid of her feelings, Spike still had a metaphorical grip on her thoughts. It was not until Spike, who had noticed a peculiar change in behavior and confronted her about it, that she finally confessed to the dragon about her feelings for him.
She was surprised that instead of being greeted with a look of disgust, she was greeted with a pair of scaly lips upon her own; the very same lips that she tasted at the very moment.

The need for oxygen forced the two lovers to separate. Twilight opened her eyes, smiling as her dragon smiled back at her. Immediately afterwards, their mouths closed in again. Unlike the first gentle melding of lips, this kiss was more carnal and frantic. It was as if an outside force had possessed the both of them, lighting a roaring fire inside their bodies. Spike was taken aback when he suddenly felt Twilight’s small tongue invade his mouth. It always surprised him how forward she could get, despite her usual calm demeanor.

He closed his eyes and allowed her to explore every inch of his large mouth. Occasionally, his long forked tongue would brush up against hers as a form of approval.

Twilight abruptly broke the kiss when she felt something hard and warm rise up between them. She looked down and smiled seductively at what she saw; “Someone’s excited,” she said. During the kiss, Spike’s dragonhood had slipped out of its hiding place and was already at full mast. The dragon blushed and rubbed the back of his head with a scaly claw, laughing embarrassedly.

“Well, he does get pretty excited when you act all, well, sexy,” he confessed.

“Not that it’s a bad thing,” Twilight reassured. To prove her point, she planted a kiss on the tip, causing the tall dragon to let out a sharp gasp.

Who are you and what have you done with Twilight, Spike thought to himself. “Jeez Twi, a bit too excited aren’t we?”

“Well, you know what they say: too much studying can make a mare go crazy,” she explained.

“Wait, no ever said that.”

“Just shut up and get on the bed.” She frowned at him and point at the furniture in question to prove her point. Spike had no choice but to oblige her. She definitely needed some stress relief, and he was going to give it to her. As her assistant and dragonfriend lied down on his back, she clambered on top of him, resuming the kiss that was interrupted by his little “friend.” As they made out, the unicorn began to rub her already soaking sex against his shaft, causing him to moan softly.

She continued grinding against him, gasping as a pleasurable tingling shot up from her loins through her whole body. It was a feeling that she could never achieve in the days when Spike had to leave for Canterlot on royal business when she used her hoof to pleasure herself. It felt….wonderful, as if he was made to make her feel this good.

She didn’t have time to muse on this as she soon found herself being flipped onto her back. She did not have time to complain as she began feeling Spike leave a trail of kisses downwards towards her moist marehood. Before pressing, Spike looked up at Twilight, who gave him a look that clearly said “you better keep going or else.” Without any delay, Spike ran his long tongue over Twilight’s swollen flower, causing her to moan in delight. The pleasure she felt was suddenly cranked up two-fold as the dragon began lapping at her most precious spot.

“Oh Spike…” she eeked out, curling her hooves into the bedsheets. Spike continued with his ministrations, lapping the sweet nectar that leaked out of her slit. Eventually, he inserted his appendage into her and began swirling it around her inner walls. The unicorn lifted her hoof to her mouth and bit on it to muffle her squeals of joy; for a calm, studious mare, she tended to get rather…loud during their moments of intimacy.

Occasionally, Spike’s snout brushed up against Twilight’s clit, eliciting a few muffled screams of pleasure to escape her throat. As the dragon continued to probe her insides, Twilight began to feel a familiar pressure building up in her abdomen.

Already? she thought to herself. She definitely did not want this moment to end, but it seemed that her climax was rapidly approaching. Try as she might, she could not hold off; the fact that Spike had begun to suckle on her clit did not help matters much.

However, she was aggravated when her lover suddenly ceased his assault. She pulled herself up and glared at the dragon below her. “You better have a good reason for- oh.” Twilight’s line of thought derailed when she saw Spike crawling towards her until he was on top of her.

“We don’t want you getting tuckered out before we get to the good part, do we?” he answered sincerely, a sly smile etched upon his features.

Twilight smiled and planted a small kiss on his scaly lips. “I love you,” she said.

Spike positioned himself so that his member stood directly in front of her entrance. He looked up, waiting for her permission to enter her. No matter how many times they had done this, he always acted like a gentledragon when it came to pleasuring her. She smiled and nodded, which gave the dragon all the incentive he needed.

Slowly, he inserted his shaft into her sex, moaning in pleasure as the walls clenched around his member. Twilight’s breath came out in sharp pants as she felt his large shaft slowly fill her up until she was completely stuffed. To say that she loved this feeling of fullness was an understatement; no matter how many times they made love (and they most certainly did), she never tired of having her dragon inside of her like this.

Soon, Spike managed to bury his entire length up to his hilt. Before continuing further, he looked at Twilight’s face again, seeking another approval from the mare below him. Twilight reached her head up to him and planted a small upon his lips, urging him to continue. Slowly, he pulled out of the librarian, leaving only the tip in, before he quickly slammed into her. She yelped in surprised before going into a series of squeals and moans as her assistant began to thrust regularly into her sex.

The feeling was amazing, to say the least. There were many things that made Twilight feel so wonderful: her friends, her family, her teacher, the wonders of reading old tomes and books, the pursuit of new knowledge and an even deeper understanding on how the world that surrounds them works. At this moment, however, they all paled to the feeling of Spike, the drake who won her heart, making love to her. The pressure that had faltered when Spike stopped eating her came back in full force, threatening to break Twilight’s floodgates.

“Oh Goddess, Spike….” She moaned loudly as Spike hit a sensitive inside her, causing the pleasure to skyrocket. Spike began to rock his hips faster, with Twilight moving hers to meet him. The exertion made her sweat profusely, making her normally clean fur moist and matted down to her skin. At this moment, however, any thoughts of hygiene and appearances were swept from her mind.

“Twi…I’m getting close,” Spike said, thrusting ever so faster. She could feel his length twitching inside her, ready to burst at any moment.

“Me too…inside,” she gasped out. Before their relationship became more intimate, Twilight, always the studious pony, had done exhaustive research on dragon and pony biology. What surprised her, and what made it all the more sweeter, was that it was virtually impossible for two completely different species to conceive an offspring, unless with the assistance of magic. Therefore, the risk of a pregnancy arising from their lovemaking sessions was none.

“You sure?”

“No questions, do it.” She squealed again, her ecstasy at the breaking point. When Spike began to massage her exposed clit, her gates were thrown open. With a scream, she arched her back and climaxed, coating Spike’s dragonhood with her sweet nectar. Wave upon wave of pure bliss washed over her as she gripped the bed sheets as if holding on for dear life. As her orgasm began to slowly die down, Spike thrust a few more times into her before burying himself deep with a grunt and releasing his warm seed into the unicorn, coating her insides.

The lovers, exhausted by their combined orgasms, collapsed on the soft bed; Spike lying beside Twilight so as to not hurt her with his body weight. They stayed there for a while, content in lying in each other’s embrace, the only sound in the room being their combined panting. For Twilight, this was the best part of their session, being able to look into the eyes of her assistant, her dragon.

“Feeling relaxed now?” asked Spike, breaking the silence between them. He stroked her mane with his claw, which sent shivers down her spine. She returned the gesture by rubbing his cheek with her hoof.

“You can say that,” she replied with a sly smirk, “if were a princess, I’d make you the Royal Stress Reliever.”

Spike chuckled; “Maybe you should be a princess. Elysium knows that you’ve done enough for that title.”

The unicorn’s face scrunched up in thought, as if she were considering it. “Nope, not for me. Besides, who would run the library?” she said suddenly.

“Heh, well that’s what I do for the most part.”

Twilight planted a kiss on his forehead; “And that’s why I love you.”

The dragon responded by pulling the mare towards him and capturing her lips in a kiss.

“Likewise,” he said as they separated, “now let’s get some sleep.”

As if on cue, Twilight yawned loudly; it seemed their session took a lot out of them. “Good idea, Spikey,” she said, using her little pet name for the dragon that she shamefully stole from her fashionista friend, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

As they began to fall asleep, the librarian took one last look at the figure before her and smiled. Truly, the Goddess had smiled upon her and granted her this wonderful dragon to be hers and hers alone. As her tired eyes became heavier and heavier, she exhaled one last word before drifting off to sleep: “Spike….”

FIN

Author's Note

I'M BACK, MOFOS!

Dear Lord, this took me waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy longer than I wanted, and I apologize for that. Hopefully, my next story won't take as long......but I make no promises.