“Kill people, burn shit, fuck school.”
~ Bob Dylan—Highway 61 Revisited, 1965

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Dinner With the Sparkles

Chapter 2: The Execution

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♪ Too many puppies, are being shot in the dark
Too many puppies, are being trained not to bark
At the sight of blood that mus- ♪

*THUD*

The groggy dragon glared at the flashing “07:00” next to his bed and rolled onto the floor. He proceeded to the next portion of his daily routine and fell back asleep, coddling his slipper mat while struggling to get comfortable on his marble floor. This experience was short-lived, however, as a purple alicorn snuck into his room and brought her face to his fin-ear-thing.

“SPIKE!”

“WAAAH!” He flailed himself awake, whopping Twilight in the muzzle. “Twilight, what the heck?!” he asked as he gained composure, glaring at the source of his discomfort.

“Why’d you do that, Spike! That really hu~rt!” Twilight whined, rubbing her muzzle.

“What are you talking about? You’re the one tryin’ to make a ghost of me!” he retorted.

“I was just trying to tell you that breakfast was ready…” she looked down, embarrassed.

He growled, and let out a defeated sigh. “I swear, you’re getting dumber every day.” He responded, shaking his head as he got up.

Twilight scoffed, “As if! Last I checked, I’m not the one who tried to get with the daughter of the Manehattan mayor!”

“I told you, that was taken completely out of context!” he shouted in response.

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Two Months Earlier…
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“… feel the bounce-back in the market if we move the theoretical estates.”
“But would that provide the economic shift we’ve needed?”
“The more important issue is if the estates themselves are needed. If it only causes…”

As the devil’s jargon continued, a dragon sat peacefully amongst the royalty. Unfortunately, he was much too peaceful, sleeping with his drooling mouth agape.

Inside his dream…

“Dammit, this bastard isn’t talking!” his partner slammed his hoof against the one-sided mirror. “I’d like to see how long he lasts with the Hammer!” he chuckled as he looked to his left. Spike looked to his right and saw a burly character enter the interrogation room. He slowly sat down at the table with a cold stare mirroring his suspect’s.

“…” the Hammer carefully took a sip of the nearby coffee, eyes locked on the suspect.

The suspect let out an airy chuckle. “You really think you can scare me? What makes you think that you could make me talk?” he folded his fronthooves in confidence.

“…” the Hammer slowly drew a breath, and let out a steady sigh. He stood up and walked over to the one-way mirror. Staring directly into the wall, he nudged his head in the suspect’s direction. A single knock was the wall’s response. He returned to his seat and reached under the table, only to reveal a rubber ducky and a ball-peen hammer.

The suspect raised a brow. “The hell’s this? Some sort o’ ‘good cop, bad cop’ ruse? You honestly think this is worth my time?” The suspect attempted an ill-guided role-reversal.

The Hammer slowly brought his hoof toward the hammer. The suspect grew a slightly worried look.

Outside the interrogation room, Spike was aggravated. “Can’t you just put me in there with him? You know Hammer’s not legally allowed to harm him!”

“True, but dollars to donuts Hammer puts a good scare in ‘im.” His partner responded, chuckling.

Spike groaned, “This is so stupid, he obviously won’t talk unless my claw’s at his throat!”

“All in due time, my feline friend.”

“Huh?” he looked down at his paws-… “Paws? Damn these lucid dreams!” Spike screamed to the ceiling, as his dream convinced him that he was a cat.

Meanwhile, the suspect had made clear his fate. The Hammer took full grasp of the hammer and slammed it onto the table, just short of the suspect’s hooves.

The suspect hardly flinched, “Is that the best you got? This must be embarrassing for you.” He let out a drawn-out giggle as the Hammer left the room.

“Well, that went well.” His partner sarcastically stated.

“Dude, just put me in there, I’ll get what we need!” Spike practically begged.

“Eh, I don’t know…”

Back at the meeting…

“You’re simply covering up her reckless behavior with fatherly excuses!”
“She’s just acting out in defiance of standards, it’s nothing to be taken seriously!”
“You’re letting this slide simply because she’s your daughter? What happened to ‘the unbiased good of the country’?”
“She’s just been through some… ‘mare issues’ as of late, it’s nothing we should hold against her!”
“Since when has ‘heat’ ever influenced your decisions? Yes, it’s a dilemma, but it’s no excuse for the turmoil she has caused!”
“She just needs to get over this hump, and she’ll be fine! Nothing will be jeopardized!”
“So you’re saying she just needs to… ‘relieve herself’ and this mess will be behind us?”

It was at this opportune time that Spike’s sleep-talking got the better of him.

“Just give me 5 minutes, I’ll make ‘em squeal.” He mumbled loudly. Everyone immediately shot their head in his direction.

“EXCUSE ME?!?” the mayor bellowed, jarring the drake from his slumber.

“Hunh?” Spike lazily groaned, as the mayor jumped across the room onto the unsuspecting drake, and promptly pummeled him until several guards escorted them out of the room.

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“Anyway,” Twilight began, clearing her throat, “hurry up and get dressed. Breakfast’s getting cold, and I want to finish the prep for the Gala before the afternoon.”

“You got it!” Spike leaped into his closet, and Twilight left the room, rolling her eyes. He sifted through his outfits, unable to decide on the most ideal attire for breakfast. Then it dawned on him, “Oh wait, I don’t wear clothes!” He laughed to himself and headed downstairs. After winding his way through the labyrinth of the Canterlot castle, he plopped himself down at the dining table. “Haycakes again?”

“What? If you don’t like it, you could always get up at a decent hour and make breakfast yourself.” She teased.

“’A decent hour?’ Twi, it’s 7:45. What are you, elderly? What’s next, dinner at quarter-to-five?” He then proceeded to get down on all fours and imitate an elderly Twilight, shaking his legs as he spoke, “Oh Spiiike? Spi~ke? Could you help me with the VCR? I’d like to tape the Antique Roadshow in case there’s something I miss during my numerous trips to the bathroom!”

Twilight was less than amused. “Shut up!”

“Also, could you let Rarity know that I can’t accompany her to the matinee this afternoon? My ‘funny wing’ has been acting up again!”

“SHUT UP!”

“Oh, and could you please leave a note for Celestia, stating that I’d like the sun to be a tad brighter? I sometimes can’t admire its beauty through the wrinkled flab over my eyes!”

With that, Twilight charged at him with full force, knocking him to the ground. With her hooves pinning his gangly limbs, she began tickling him fiercely with her wings.

Between outbursts of laughter, he attempted to speak, “Ok, ok! I give, I’ll stop!”

“Who’s in control?!”

“You! You are!”

“’You?’ Who’s this ‘you’ that you speak of? What did I teach you?”

“Y-y-you’re Twilight Sparkle: Duke of New York, A-Number-1!”

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

“Y-YOU ARE THE DUKE OF NEW YORK, YOU’RE A-NUMBER-1!”

She jumped off his writhing body, “That’s right, and don’t you forget it!” She sat back down at the table.

“Look, all I’m saying is that it’s a chore anymore to wake up before you.” He regained his place at the table. “Don’t you remember the days when I’d have to drag you out of bed at nine?”

“It wasn’t that long ago,” Twilight began, “but you’ve got a point. I’ve been getting up super early since we moved back to the castle.” She looked at one of the stained glass pieces, one that commemorated the mane six and their triumph over Discord. “It seems like only yesterday we were dealing with one of our wacky adventures, huh?”

“Don’t look at me,” Spike shook his head with his claws in a defensive pose, “most of that junk was on you. The only one that involved me was that whole ‘Crystal Empire’ thing.”

“‘Involved’? What do you mean ‘involved’? You saved the Crystal Empire, almost single-hoofedly!” Twilight retorted.

“Not this again, Twi.” He rubbed his temples in annoyance. “For the last time, it was a ‘right place, right time’ situation!”

“My flank! Spike, just accept the fact that you’re a hero, just like the rest of us!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say, ‘Princess’.” Spike took a bite of haycake, “So, we got anything on the agenda after setting up for the Gala?”

Twilight shot him a discrediting look. “Are you serious? You already forgot?”

“Forgot what?”

Twilight facehoofed. “Spike, you’re going over to my parents’ house to help move furniture!”

“Oh yeah… good thing you reminded me.” Spike laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

Twilight rolled her eyes. “It’s all brawn, no brain with you, isn’t it?”

“And don’t forget the devilishly good looks, my dear.” He flexed to emphasize his statement.

“Whatever, ‘Adonis’, just wash your plate, and let’s get going.” Twilight rolled her eyes and brought her plate to the kitchen.

“You got it, twinkle butt!”

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Later that very same day…
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“Alright, everything’s set for tonight.” Velvet said to herself, preparing a provocative dinner for two. “He should be arriving within the hour.”

53 minutes later, she heard a knock at the door. “Comi~ng!” she sang. She happily trotted to the door and opened it, only to be greeted by her husband. “Nacht, I thought I told you to get out of here! He’ll be here any minute!”

“I know, I know. I just forgot my Kimble. Let me grab it and I’ll be out of your mane.” He said, rushing to find his knick-knack.

“I’ve never seen you read a book in my life!” Velvet chuckled.

“I… I like to read when I’m drunk, ok? It gives me something to do between vomiting!” He hesitantly admitted. She was shocked to see his slight blush, confirming his skeleton. After finding it, he headed out the door. “Oh, I’ll probably pick up some food on the way back. Do we still have that Chipotl-Away?”

“We don’t even wear pants, you idiot! Now get out of here!” She shoved him out the door.

“I love y-” *SLAM*

She walked back over to the couch, just as there was another knock at the door. She furiously marched back to the door and swung it open.

“JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! HE’LL BE… here any… mi…” her voice trailed off, as her visitor raised his scaly brow.

“Uh, I can come back if you-”

“NO! I mean, heh heh, no, Spike. Please, come in.” She frantically waved off her outburst, and motioned him in. “I hope there was no trouble getting here!”

“Oh, it was fine. I forgot the address, but the house looked familiar.” Spike said as he walked into the living room. “So, I take it the bed’s upstairs?”

“Yes, my wonderful husband took so much time out of his day to take it off the bed, so now it’s just leaning on the wall in our room! I was hoping we could move this couch out of the way first, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Of course not.” They each grabbed an end of the couch and swiftly moved it to the wall. They then proceeded up the stairs to retrieve the mattress.

‘Mmm, dem muscles.’ She thought to herself, ogling his figure as they walked up the stairs.

“Which room is it?”

“Hmm?” she mumbled, occupied with her own horny imagination.

He stopped and turned around in the hallway, hoping to make his question clearer. “Where’s the bedroom?”

Unbeknownst to her, she quickly collided with the drake, causing him to fall backwards onto his head, his ivory companion following.

“Good thing I’m thick-headed.” He said to himself, as he looked to see that she was lying on top of him, her haunches just below his waist and her chin on the base of his neck. She groaned as she lifted her head. A harsh silence filled the house, as she quickly realized her face was within inches of his. They could practically taste each other’s breath, as each was too stunned to say or do anything.

“Uhh,” Spike broke what felt like hours of silence, “so where’s the bedroom?”

His look—along with his double entendre-esque question—was so deviously innocent that she wanted to take him right then and there. It took almost every muscle in her body to restrain herself from “blowing her load” too soon. She carefully removed herself from the dragon and cleared her throat. “I do apologize, dear. I’m afraid I had something on my mind that was rather… troubling. Anywho, the bedroom is right up here, on the left.”

“Alrighty then…” he got up and continued to the room. No sooner did he find the mattress and walked over to inspect it. “That’s weird, it doesn’t look like anything’s wrong with it. Why are you throwing it out?”

Her head shot up quickly, sweat beginning to show in her coat. “Uh…” ‘C’mon, Velvet! You’ve gotten yourself out of worse pickles [MORE LIKE THE OTHER WAY AROUND, HEYO], think, thiiink, thiiiiink…’ A shitty 3-D montage of her wriggling brain soon followed.

“HI, BILLY MAYS HERE WITH OXI-CLEAN! PUT IT O-”
“…and starts to drink your milkshake. I drink your milkshake! *slurp*”
“Well, I woke up to get me a col’ pop, and I thought someone wa-”
“…factory malfunction has made the product viable for recall.”

“BRAIN BLAST!” she exclaimed, waving her hoof in the air.

Spike looked at her in complete disbelief. “W-what?”

“I heard on the news that these mattresses had faulty frames, and that many customers had caused serious damage to themselves. So I thought, ‘why be another statistic’?” she smiled and laughed sheepishly.

“…Ok then, I guess.” Spike said, shrugging his shoulders. “So should we just two-pony this thing do-” he stopped, noticing as he attempted to lift it that it was incredibly light. “This is pretty light, Mrs. Sparkle. Are you sure you needed my help with this?”

“Dear, I’m sure everything you lift seems incredibly light, what with those muscles and all.” The last fragment of her sentence fainted to a whisper. She caught herself drooling, as she imagined what those muscles could do to her.

“Well, I guess I can get it myself. Just be my eyes in the back.” He lifted the mattress with great ease, and shimmied his way out the bedroom door, the white unicorn getting quite the eyeful behind him. He slowly worked his way to the stairs. “Ok, let me know how I’m doin’.” He said as he began his slow trek down the stairs.

“You’re good… you’re good… ‘Celestia, you’re good’… good… ‘he could probably break me in half if he wanted to’… almost there… ‘that better not be the last time I say that tonight’… aaand… yay! You did it!” she cheered, as he managed to transport the fuck-cushion without any compromise to the numerous walls.

“Heh, it’s no biggie. It’s a lot lighter than what I was expecting.” He rubbed the back of his neck in bashfulness.

“Now we just have to get the new one up there.”

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Montages are stupid…
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“Phew,” Spike wiped his brow in success, “glad that’s over with.” He looked down at his watch, which apparently he had on this whole time. “Well, it’s getting pretty late. Glad I could help, Mrs. Sparkle, I’ll tell Twilight you said ‘visit me more often’.” He was heading out the door when her voice stopped him.

“Spike, wait!”

“What?”

“Now you certainly didn’t expect me to have you do all this work for me without giving you a little… ‘reward’ now, did you?” She walked slowly down the steps, donning an attractive azure dress, shooting him a seductive look.

“You’re talking to the guy who fawned over somepony for several years with almost no emotional return; it’s practically what I do best.” He deadpanned.

She recoiled slightly hearing this. “Well, I would never do such a thing to someone as sweet and caring as you.” She stated, approaching him and rubbing his cheek. “As I said, as a ‘thank you’ I have a little surprise for you.” She led him back into the house and shut the door.

“What kind of surprise?” he asked, as his eyes were cupped shut with her hooves.

“I’ll show you.” She whispered into his fin-ear-thing. She led him slowly into another room, and released her hooves. What lay before him was a bounty of glorious, delicious food, topped with the most enticing gems he had ever seen.

“Wow, four-cheese lasagna with rubies, gelded horse-nuggets with emerald sprinkles, even Sergeant Scremble’s ‘Rusty Latrine’ Fortune Feast with amethyst sorbet! This must’ve taken you hours to prepare!” his drool began coating the table.

“Oh, hardly. A lot of it is just basic baking. The rest, well, I felt you deserved it after being so helpful today.” She hid her blush, despite his eye-raping of the feast before him.

“But wait, what are you gonna eat?” he asked.

“Look again, dear.”

He noticed the food—save the Fortune Feast, of course—was split into halves that held gems and halves that didn’t. “Oh. Alright, let’s dig in!”

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♪ Money money money MO-NEY ♪
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“Ah, that, that right there, was delicious. Thank you so much, Mrs. Sparkle.” Spike said, rubbing his satisfied stomach.

“Please Spike, call me Velvet. ‘Mrs. Sparkle’ makes me sound so old.” She said coyly.

“‘Old’? Your daughter’s older than you, for goodness sake! Compared to her, you’re like a high-schooler!” He laughed heartily.

“Oh stop, you. My Twilight’s not ‘old’. She’s just… responsible.” She bore a straight face before bursting into laughter herself. “Sometimes she reminds me too much of my own mother.” She continued reminiscing, until a dragon shooting a concerned look to his empty plate caught her eye. “Spike, dear, is something the matter?”

“Earlier, in the… hallway,” Spike paused, “you mentioned something troubling you. Are you sure you’re ok? You seemed pretty out of it.” He asked with a gentle look on his face.

She was shocked that he’d remember something so mundane. ‘You be careful, young Spike. Keep it up, and I just might fall for you.’ “Oh, it’s nothing… concrete. It’s more… abstract.” She attempted to use vague, “deep” terminology to keep him off her scent.

“So it’s something you’re worried about that might be going on?”

‘Dammit, Spike! What are you, a mind reader?’ “Well, I mean… kind of. I just feel like…”

“It’s not something to do with Twilight’s dad, is it?”

“How did you know?” ‘Stupid, stupid! Why did you say that? You could’ve said anything but that!’

“You seemed to have a venom about you when you’ve mentioned him the last couple days. Are you guys alright?”

“Yes… well, I mean…” ‘Well fuck, might as well fabricate the truth. If anything, that might get him on my side, not to mention into my bed.’ “I just… I feel like he… might be s-… seeing other mares.” She said in almost a whisper. ‘That didn’t come out as planned, he’ll probably think I’m joking.’

“What makes you think that?” he asked with serious concern.

“Well, he… always seems to come home late, s-smelling like perfume. It’s just… I don’t know. Even if he isn’t, just the thought is helping me realize just how old and… unwanted I’m becoming. As he grows more handsome with age, I just get more and more…” she didn’t even bother finishing her thought. She sat there with teary eyes, looking down in silence until she felt a claw take soft grip of her hoof. She looked up to see that the drake had moved next to her with a determined look in his eyes.

“Cheating or not, he’d have to be a damned fool not to see the beautiful and loving unicorn he has right in front of him.”

‘Hold it together, Velvet. Don’t fall in love with him! It’s just for SEX, remember?’ “Spike, that’s… that’s the nicest thing anypony’s ever said about me.”

“I mean every word of it. If I had someone half as good as you, I’d hold on to ‘em and never let go.” He said with a soft smile.

‘…Fuck it, let’s do this.’ She quickly leaned toward him and planted her lips against his. After several moments of struggle, her tongue forced its way through his sharp teeth, the slight scratches only exciting her more. His hesitant tongue fought against her irate muscle, as his brain toiled with their current situation. He gently pushed her off of him.

“M-Mrs. Sparkle, what’re you do-” she brought a hoof to his mouth.

“‘Velvet’.” He moved her hoof to the side.

“What was that about?!” he asked frantically.

‘Cue the waterworks.’ She faked a look of shock, and dropped her head, sniffling. “I’m… I’m so sorry, Spike. It’s just… everything you said, made me… feel so loved. I haven’t felt that happy in a long time. You really know how to make a mare feel special.” She said with an airy laugh and eyes caked in tears. “H-he just doesn’t notice me anymore… I just… feel so alone.” She wrapped her hooves around his shoulders and began bawling into his chest. They sat in the dim candlelight, as he continued physically consoling her until she lifted her head. “I’m sorry I got you into this, Spike. To be honest, I… might have wanted something like this from the beginning.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just, I want to know what it’s like to… be with somepony else. I mean, I think back to the days when Nacht was so loveable and caring, and I truly miss those days. I miss him coming home and explaining his day, allowing me to see his emotions for what they truly were. You remind me so much of how he was when we first started dating, so helpful and sincere. I just… I see you, and I see what I really look for in a stallion.” She sniffled and cracked a weak smile. “Well, that and you’re pretty hot.”

Spike snickered, “Can’t blame ya there.” They shared a brief laugh, until Spike spoke up again. “So… when you asked me over… there was more to it, wasn’t there?”

“Well, yes. I… I wasn’t completely honest with you earlier.” She started fiddling with her hooves, similar to a mischievous child. “I was aware that Nacht was cheating on me, and I kinda wanted to have some ‘revenge’ of my own. But don’t take that the wrong way!” she desperately shook her hooves toward him. “It’s not like it was meant to be petty vengeance or anything like that! I… I took time. I wanted to make sure it would be someone that I could trust, and someone who wouldn’t think of me as some pervert so hell-bent on revenge that she’d jeopardize her family in order to get it.” Spike opened his mouth to speak, but was fed her hoof once more. “Please, let me finish. You’re a great guy, Spike. Yes, part of this is to help me find peace within myself, but it’s also a way to show you just how great you really are.” As she spoke, her face drew closer to his. “Please, just go with it.”

Once more, their mouths met with passionate fury, much more consensual and sanguine than last time. This time it was Velvet who broke the kiss. “Shall we take this upstairs?” she whispered into his fin-ear-thing.

“Eh, I don’t know. Are you sure about this?” he asked with hesitation.

“Like I said, dear, I’ve thought about this—long and hard. Speaking of ‘long and hard’.” She began scoping his figure as she walked toward the stairs.

Spike groaned. “How about instead of ‘Velvet’ I call you ‘Velveeta’, ‘cause you’re starting to sound real cheesy.” He began to fantasize about an imaginary marefriend he once conceptualized made entirely out of pizza. No longer would he have to choose between a quickie and a midnight snack, he just had to watch what he ate.

“Alright, Jethro, just get your scaly butt up here!” she exclaimed, trotting up the stairs.

“Everything went better than expected.” Spike said to himself, sporting an unreadable smile. He slowly made his way up the stairs into her bedroom, full of doubt and hesitation. When he arrived, the sight was one to burn into his memory forever; Velvet sprawled over the bed, exposing her entire underside to the young dragon. The sweat in her fur gave her a faint glisten in the candlelight, her stare beckoning him to join her. He made his way to the foot of the bed, and gently crawled his way to the head. Their stare was unwavering, each lost in the other’s aura, until he dropped his head to connect lips.

After several minutes, he released the lip-lock and gradually retreated to the foot of the bed, planting his knees on the floor. This gave him an up-close view of the mare’s private area, the scent alone driving his conscience into a tailspin—any doubt he held before was obliterated, as he quickly moved in and began to lick the exterior portion of her lips. Her airy groans were begging him to proceed, but he felt like teasing her further. If he was going to be used like this, he’d at least make sure that he was the one in control. He continued dancing around the figurative rim until he heard her beg “Pleeease, Spike. I can’t take this anymore.” He looked up to see her face contorted with a mixture of plea and aggravation. He formed a devilish grin, and whipped her most sensitive spot with his tongue. She let out an ecstatic yelp, and her body flinched momentarily.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he began “if we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way. I am your guest, after all.”

“Y-… yes, of course. W-what kind of host would I be if I can’t honor my guest’s request?” she said with a nervous chuckle. ‘Celestia, Spike, how are you able to read me so well?’

“…Alright.” He said as he gradually slid his tongue into her slit, massaging it as he went deeper. Her various moans became louder as he delved deeper through her walls. He finally reached the cervix, and began moving his entire muscle that gave her a sensation like no other. Her moans became hushed screams, and just as climax was near, he suddenly stopped. “Are you ready?” he asked with his tongue still deep within her.

“Yes! Dear Celestia, yes! Please, Spike!” she begged with her back arched.

He chuckled, “No you’re not.” He quickly resumed his motion—much more intensely—and extracted a bit more of his tongue, which wrapped around her clitoris and began squeezing it.

Within moments, her screams rose an octave as she released her fluids all over the bed. His face was soaked in her glistening juices, which he promptly lapped up with erogenous thirst. They each spared a moment to catch their breath and slow their heart rate before Spike spoke again.

“Just look at the mess you’ve made! What kind of host causes such a mess for their guest?” he said with a fake scorn.

“Oh dear,” she said between breaths “perhaps I should get a towel?”

“No need. You have a mouth, don’t you?” She nodded, and quickly flipped her position so she was facing the puddle. She began to gently lap at the mess, her love quivering at the sour taste. She was so entranced with the stain, she hadn’t noticed her partner position himself on the bed behind her. She jolted when she felt something prod against her, and whipped around to face him. Her mouth dropped slightly when she realized.

“Y-you have two?” she had to keep herself from drooling. Each were of average stallion size, but with a more conical structure. They stood proud, as her imagination went wild. She slowly brought her face toward them, her breath flowing between them. As if it was instinctual, her tongue fell out of her mouth and gently licked the tip of the top member. He let out a pleasurable sigh, as she made her way to the bottom. She gently placed the tip in her mouth and steadily took it in. She halted when she finally reached the base, and looked up at him with lust-filled eyes.

Spike couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. She was deep-throating his bottom member while his top sat across the center of her face. ‘It looks like a sideways division sign.’ She figured he was imagining some sort of “dickhead” pun, and ignored his chuckles as she began to bob her head. After several minutes, he still showed no visual or audible signs of climax, so an idea popped in her head. Spike could almost feel the light bulb go off inside of her as she slowly released his member and shot him a devious grin.

She tilted her head, and wrapped her mouth around both joysticks. This drew from him a much heavier groan, as she started to bob up and down while having her tongue dance between them. She could start to feel them twitch, as he forced her head off of him.

“No, I want to do it inside.” She nodded once more and turned around to present herself to him, much as she unintentionally did before. He brought his dragonhood to her love, and asked her “One or both?”

“Both, please. But be gentle.” She requested, muffled by the love-stained covers.

He shifted himself to gift her both of his members, and prodded her once more. He heard a faint whimper and asked, “Are you sure?”

She nodded, nuzzling her earlier juices. She couldn’t wait any longer—she craved this. He slowly penetrated her, and he could hear her passionate whimpering through the covers. Once he was fully inside, he began to gently move back and forth, earning him continuous groans from the mare. Once confident that he wouldn’t hurt her, he thrust forward. The forceful push against her cervix caused her to shoot up and scream passionately. Thus, his previous motions continued, as she writhed in ecstasy. Her moans filled his ears with pleasure.

That is, until he heard a faint knocking.

He stopped for a moment to confirm what he heard. She whined, “Aw, why’d you sto~p?” He heard the knocking again. His reptilian ears could sense disturbances in the nearby area, even pick up on things that normal ponies couldn’t hear.

*Knock, knock* “Spi~ke? Are you in there?”

‘Oh shit, Twilight. Better wrap this up.’ He quickly grabbed the mare’s head and shoved it into the bed, and with the other, placed his thumb on her clitoris. He rapidly shoved his members into her several times, while pressuring her most erogenous spot. She was screaming in pure ecstasy, as with one final push, they both heavily climaxed on one another.

As her scream died to a whisper, he quickly removed himself from the bed. He knelt down next to her head and whispered “Sorry, Twi’s here, I gotta go.” He kissed her forehead and rushed downstairs.

She was too entranced from the most intense orgasm of her life to respond—her mind was completely numb.

He knew Twilight well enough that she always goes through five knock-cycles before giving up. ‘That’d mean she’s almost on her third cycle, so the next one will be three knocks. I don’t have much time.’ He quickly began to scan the kitchen for something to both calm his members and remove the scent of male and female ejaculate from his person.

*Knock knock knock* “Mo~m? Is Spike still there with you?”

“Shit!” he exclaimed, as he began to search through the fridge. His eyes settled on a strawberry milkshake. “Well, I’ve done worse.” He quickly grabbed the Styrofoam cup from the fridge, and poured it atop his groin. “FUCKING CELESTIA THAT’S COLD!” he yelled, as his members quickly retreated back into his sexy hips. He grabbed a nearby washcloth and vigorously scrubbed himself clean.

*Knock knock knock*

He hurried to the door and opened it. “Oh, hey Twi. I was just about to head back when I heard you knocking.”

“Oh good, you’re still here. I thought you might’ve wandered off or something. Why’d my mom keep you so late?”

“Oh, uh…” he searched his mind for an excuse. “She, uh, needed help with the…” his mind drifted to the numerous porno clichés that he always pictured himself in. “cable! Yeah, she uh, she’s been getting a lousy picture as of late, and she said she was gonna call in a technician. I told her I dabbled, and she let me have a go at it. Turns out it was wiring in the basement. I only wish I’d known that before wasting an hour up here.” He rubbed the back of his head while laughing sheepishly.

She sniffed audibly. “Is that… strawberry?”

“Oh, uh…” his lying lobe was working up a storm today. “I… she had these…” he remembered her parents’ recent trip to New Mexicolt. “soaps that she bought in New Mexicolt. They had these ‘massage crystals’ in them, which were essentially micro-size gems! I uh, couldn’t help myself.” *squee*.

Twilight rolled her eyes before cringing. “Did you eat the soap too? Your breath is a tad… awful.” She said with a pinched nose.

‘Shit, forgot about the breath.’ “Yeah, heh heh, guess I got a little carried away, huh?”

“Anyway, where’s Mom? I meant to send her and Dad’s Gala tickets over with you, but since I forgot, I brought them over myself.”

“Oh, she’s… in the shower. I told her I was gonna head out, and she figured it’d be a good time to wind down for the day.”

“‘Wind down’? What has she done today?”

“She uh… she told me she spent the morning with her friends. She said they all played, uh… tennis! She played tennis, and she was a tad sweaty.”

“Tennis? I didn’t know she played tennis. But why didn’t she just shower when she got back?”

“I ran into her just as she got back. She didn’t want to do it then and leave me with all the work. She still treats me as if I’m a ‘guest’, which is kinda weird to me.” He smirked on the inside, remembering their earlier dialogue.

“Oh, that’s just like her, always aiming to please. So should I leave these on the counter, or something?”

“Yeah, I’ll leave a note. If you start back now, I’ll catch up with you.”

“Alright, but hurry, it’s already sundown.”

He hurried into the kitchen and grabbed a quill and paper. He quickly jotted down a note:

Mrs. Sp Velvet,

Sorry we had to cut it short, but I’ll pay you back for the milkshake.

Spike

P.S. Twilight dropped off two Gala tickets for you guys. I’ll leave them next to this note.

He rushed out the door and after his lavender companion. ‘Damn,’ he thought ‘it was just starting to get good, too. Hopefully I’ll get another chance someday.’

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Later…
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Velvet awoke from her peaceful slumber, her face sticky with her own love juices. She rolled out of bed, but her hind legs were too shaky to stand properly. “Spike?” she yelled as she hobbled down the stairs. She approached the kitchen, and her attention directed her to the note. She read it quickly, and said to herself, “Twily, why must you always interrupt Mommy’s ‘happy time’?” She double-checked the first part. “‘Milkshake’?” She looked in the fridge to see that the milkshake she had saved from yesterday was gone. “Aw, I wanted that!” she whined. “Oh well, guess he’ll just have to… ‘repay’ me.” She said with an evil grin.

To be continued…

Author's Note

Good news, I survived a tornado! Bad news, my car didn't... not that that has anything to do with this chapter's latency. Clop is by far the most boring and strenuous thing to write, so don't expect me to ever do it again.

R&R if that's what you're into. I'm into weasel pelts, but Steve isn't...