Twilight didn't regret the words that she chose next to describe what she wanted. Sure, it was just one blatant and succinct phrase, but she knew that it spoke volumes for her, especially now. The worst had ultimately come to pass, and she was presently looking forward to endulging herself almost completely in her discovery. The mere thought of going through with what she had started sent excited shivers down her fragile yet full form. There was one last objective on her mind before she began again, and, though it wouldn't be as daunting as it would have been minutes ago, it wouldn't be any less awkward.

"You want me to what?" Spike replied, taken aback by his guardian's latest request. With eyes as wide as saucers, he listened vigilantly as Twilight started to speak again, her face already basking in a deep shade of red.

From time to time, Twilight would have an out-of-the-ordinary task for Spike to handle, be it taking care of the library while she was away, or even sending him all the way to Canterlot for errands (with at least one of their friends for company, of course). But the objective she had in mind for Spike was a game-changer, and nothing in her mind could possibly top it.

"C-could you..could you help with the breakfast by...feeding me?", Twilight squeaked, gesturing towards the half-eaten stack of pancakes left on the table. She had already consumed everything else just to have the golden tower for last, and her beverage had been depleted long ago.

As much as he desired to aid Twilight in her endeavor, he made sure to contain his excitement. It wasn't that he found himself in love with Twilight (though he still loved her as if she were his mother). Confusingly, it was her rounded stomach that drew him in. For some odd reason, Spike felt the need to worship each and every one of its aspects as the alluring nature of Twilight's belly was irresistible. His thoughts then inevitably turned to Rarity, his love interest, and both concepts came together as one, forming the strongest fantasy Spike had ever conjured.

I've got to make that happen, Spike wondered as he looked over Twilight for the umpteenth time that morning. A plan slowly formulated in the back of his mind, and he couldn't help but don a small smile.

Spike made his first move. "Of course I'll help, Twi. Just on one condition..."

Twilight leapt out of her chair and hugged him, crushing him with both her enthusiastic hold and her taut paunch. "Thank you, Spike. But could you tell me after...*urp*...we finish here?" Twilight's sudden movement had elicited a reaction from her once-quiet belly, causing it to rumble as feverishly as before. "Despite how I look, I'm still quite peckish. I'll make absolutely sure that you get your reward, as long as you *hic* do what I say."

Now Spike was more than motivated to assist the unicorn, showing his enthusiasm by returning her hug. Seeing as there wasn't much to be said at that point, they each moved to their respective positions: Twilight sat back down, waiting to be serviced, while Spike stood by her side, eager to get started.

They were ready.

"Alright, Spike. Let's start by--Ow!" Twilight cringed in her chair and held her abdomen with both hooves, clearly indicating that she was in pain.

"Twilight! Are you okay!?" Spike exclaimed, genuinely worried for her.

"I-I'm fine...though I think I have some trapped gas somewhere in here." She motioned Spike towards her, indicating that she had a task for him to fulfill. "I need some help freeing that gas...could you perhaps massage this area here?" Twilight traced her hoof around the top of her belly, making a circle in a broad yet specific part of her fur. As Spike raised his hand to begin, she gently grabbed it with her magic and guided it to the designated area. Spike's first cognition as he made contact with the tense ball of fur was how soft it was, followed by the notion that Twilight held a lot of pressure in her system. He continued to circle and knead the firm venter, taking note of how relaxed Twilight herself had become as he stole a glance at the blissful expression she wore as she breathed steadily, obviously pleased with Spike's work.

Suddenly, Spike's hands sank into her fur with with ease, causing a stressed groan from her gut. Twilight's eyes glazed over as she felt the newly freed gas work its way upward, and she patted her belly with a hoof to accelerate its ascent. Soon, a deafening belch escaped her lips, and her stomach shook and rumbled in sync with the burp as it lost pressure.

*BUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRP!*

Spike felt every action and reaction that came from the mare, feeling the rumble in her belly long before she expelled the gas through burping. Closing his eyes he quickly envisioned Rarity in her place, his mind was clouded with a bliss of its own, marveling at the fantasy. It wasn't until Twilight finished that Spike snapped back into reality, just in time to catch her moan from the pleasure of releasing the stress in her paunch.

"Phew! That feels much *urp* better! I think we can go ahead and finish the rest of that breakfast, now." Twilight declared. Her belly had retained its spherical shape, though it appeared to hang lower from the loss of pressure as Twilight sat upright in her chair. Meanwhile, Spike still couldn't believe what he had experienced. A mixture of pure sensations and a mere mental picture was all it took to put Spike at a loss for words. Noticing her assistant's silence(and his massive blush), Twilight automatically became concerned. "Spike, are you alright? Should we stop?." She was worried that she had broken Spike, and the thought was slowly eating away at her; she was getting scared. Luckily, that wasn't the case.

At the last question Twilight had asked, Spike couldn't help but exclaim "NO!" as he broke out of his trance, surprising the unicorn in the process. Aware of his mistake, he quickly attempted to remove all doubt from Twilight's mind. "I mean, um...we should really keep going...we still have that deal, remember?" Spike then snatched Twilight's empty glass off of the table, groggily making his way toward the fridge for a refill of OJ. This gave Twilight time to think and reflect on what could possibly be the reasons for Spike's odd retaliation just moments ago. Tracing back to before they agreed on helping one another, Twilight quickly pieced it together, remembering how Spike fell into a trance as he gave her a belly rub for the first time. She couldn't help but smile when she found the answer she was looking for, amazed at how she hadn't thought of it sooner.

Spike waddled back to the table appearing collected, setting the glass of orange juice next to the pancakes on the table. Any nervous behavior that he had exhibited earlier was replaced with visible anticipation for what was to come next.

Let's turn things up a notch, Twilight thought, a plan of her own coming together instantly. Seeing as Spike was helping her enjoy herself so far, he deserved to be enjoying himself just as well. There was a certain spell that she had been dying to use, and there couldn't have been a better time to use it than right now. Not wanting to waste any more time (as she was still famished), she decided to accelerate things in a manner that was more...forward.

"You've been thinking about Rarity this whole time, haven't you?" Twilight asked nonchalantly, savoring the spectacle in front of her as Spike's facade faltered, leaving a guilty-looking dragon in her wake. He stammered, trying to come up with a good excuse to extinguish what he believed to be an awkward situation. Giggling, Twilight got out of her chair, belly still pleading for food as it gurgled, and walked over to where Spike was frozen on the spot.

Leaning forward, she began to whisper into Spike's ear.

"I'm going to cast a spell on you, now." She couldn't help but giggle at the clichéness of it all, but she continued. "What I'm casting is a simple illusion spell that will let you see me as a certain mare; only you can see me as such, however. Both my voice and appearance will change for your eyes only, and the spell itself will only be active for a few minutes." At all of this, Spike perked up with interest, aiming to ask why until a hoof was placed on his maw, keeping him silent. "You deserve a little something for helping me this far. I want you to enjoy yourself just as much." Twilight finished with a soft smile, then drew her head back as she began to execute the spell. A purple aura began to envelop the dragon, obscuring his vision with its blinding light. After a moment of concentration, Twilight reached for just the right arcane forces, directing her horn towards Spike as she finished the spell. As the magic faded, she made her way over to Spike's side, who was rubbing his eyes timidly.

Looking around, he noticed that his surroundings looked a lot more...juicy. Each and every color in the library stood out as either more detailed or excruciatingly flashy; oddly enough, he wasn't feeling dizzy as he looked around, vibrant colors almost blurring his vision.

"Spike?"

Spike stopped completely at the sound of the voice. Doing a double take at the mare at his side, he realized that "Rarity" had spoken to him, making his heart skip a beat out of excitement. "Rarity" looked and sounded exactly like her--at least, from his perspective. Despite what Twilight had said earlier, his eyes couldn't denounce the beauty in front of him that was Rarity. She donned the very venter that Twilight had moments ago, further pushing Spike into that unique hypnotic state where his eyes would seemingly turn into hearts.

From Twilight's perspective, the whole thing was quite silly. Still, the young dragon was satisfied, and now he was puddy in her hooves. Twilight grinned and made her way to her chair, sitting down once more.

"Now...let's start, shall we?" Twilight said, eliciting a zombie-like nod from Spike, who was now in a world of his own. "I want you to feed me what's left of the pancakes, as well as to stop whenever I say so for additional factors. Do I make myself clear?" Spike grabbed the stool that he used for objects out of his reach and placed it next to Twilight, passion seeping from his pores. "Yes, ma'am!" Spike bellowed, and with that they began to finish what they had started.

Twilight was fed via fork, having Spike slice sizeable pieces from the stack of pancakes, then prompting them forward by opening her mouth. Her tummy came alive when they commenced, going to work as it oscillated while welcoming the new horde of food. It wasn't until Twilight had asked for a glass of milk that Spike stopped delivering food to her, leaving the table to collect the extra beverage. There was a part of her that regretted her latest descision, but the rest of her didn't care, craving substance in any kind of form.

Spike returned with a tall glass of milk, and, as soon as he set it down on the table, Twilight downed more than half of it, slamming the almost-empty glass back down. It didn't take long for her system to accept the drink, creating more gas than before while her belly swelled. Smiling, Twilight raised a hoof, capturing Spike's attention. Using the same method as before, she traced a circle around her bellybutton, indicating the right spot to caress. A clawed hand immediately went over her fur, thoroughly stroking it and passing over her cute-looking navel consecutive times. A bubbling noise could be heard and felt from Twilight for the entire session, and it enticed zombie-Spike ever further. With his other hand, he kept on feeding Twilight what was left of the pancakes when he was prompted, accomodating the digesting meal with his massaging hand. After a few moments of this, the bubbling intensified, slowly transitioning into a low rumble.

The mare was shivering, eyes closed and tongue out in delight. She followed and savored every piece as they slid down her throat, the sensation of food rolling into her anxious gut cajoling her on. On occasion, strings of syrup would end up around Twilight's lips, the likes of which were quickly intercepted by Spike's fork and fed to her properly. The milk that she drank moments ago was really doing a number on her, and the pent-up gas could be felt as Twilight fluxed into hiccups.

Noticing that the plate was about clear of food, the duo slowed down their process for Twilight (or in Spike's case, "Rarity") to enjoy the last few bites. Finishing up with a satisfied belch, Twilight sat back in her chair, panting and taking pride from the empty plate. Looking down at herself, she could have sworn that she was pregnant, albeit with small distinctions. Small traces of stray syrup could be seen coating her fur, trailing from her lips to her large abdomen. She hadn't bothered to cast magic in order to keep herself clean; she had merely been opening her mouth to accept food while Spike did everything else, not wanting to exert herself for anything.

Leaning back, she felt a familiar pressure build up in her gut, this one meaner than the last. The rumbling that had developed not long ago hadn't stopped, the noise inside her being frightfully consistent. With a groan and a burp, Twilight climbed out of her chair and made her way to the sofa in their living quarters. Spike threw the plates and the utensils into the sink to be washed later, then scampered off to Twilight's aid, still blissfully under the influence of the illusion spell.

Reaching her destination, Twilight rolled onto the burgundy sofa. Spike soon joined her, getting on his knees in front of the bed and marveling at her with dreamy eyes. "Odd," Twilight thought aloud while observing Spike, "the spell shouldn't be lasting this long." She waved a hoof in front of Spike's pface, but he remained stalwart. He was lost in a world of his own, one that he could never escape on his own. Sighing, Twilight was about to cancel the illusion herself until she saw a familiar aura leave Spike's being, evaporating into thin air.

With Spike finally free of the spell, Twilight waited anxiously for a reaction from him.

And waited.

And waited.

After several moments of silence, Spike's giant grin and his thousand-mile stare failed to subside. "Spike?", Twilight asked as she really started to get worried. Acting with caution, she bumped the center of the entranced dragon's forehead and watched as he seemed to levitate from the floor, his silly expression intact as he floated up the stairs backwards, somehow managing to glide under the covers of his bed, giggling madly all the while.

Twilight could only lay there, slack-jawed at what she had just witnessed. Choosing to laugh instead of looking over her physics notes, she broke into a giggling fit of her own, both amused at his trademark antics and relieved that he was okay with everything. Turning on the sofa, she stared at the ceiling, hoping to get in some rest before she had to start her weekend chores.

It didn't take long for her to drift into a peaceful slumber. Her belly wasn't silent, however, as it continued to noisily digest its contents. Every now and then a distinct gurgle would be emitted from the lower part of her stomach, followed by a highly unceremonious trumpeting from her rear. This didn't seem to bother Twilight as she remained in sleep mode, her studious mind occupied by dreams.

~3 Hours Later~

Twilight woke up, panting and grunting from the large mass that weighed heavily in her intestine. Of course this would happen, Twilight scolded, Pancakes and milk? I should have installed a toilet in the kitchen before I started! She poked at the underside of her poor tummy with a hoof, meeting solid resistance under her tossled fur. Gurgling in response to the prodding, her system conjured more gas to be forced out of Twilight's end, the mare slightly gasping in relief...

Relief that had to be taken elsewhere.

Moving with haste, Twilight got up from the sofa and darted towards the bathroom, locking the door behind her and magically soundproofing it.

It was going to get loud.

Author's Note

****Before anything else, don't worry; I'm not going to write about Twilight's bowel movements in the next chapter. (Though I could probably do it for a bonus chapter later on......naaaah).

***I feel that this chapter doesn't harbor the same spirit as the last one. Still, I'm satisfied with it, and I'll have fun seeing the readers squirm >:D

**My Short Description reminds me of Soulcalibur. +I'll post a cover pic tomorrow, I'm going to sleep.

*Also, it's my birthday.

Hahaha....sigh.....