Special

by Movie Reel

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance
Length: 3599

Twilight finds comfort in The Doctor.

We have all felt the need for love before. The need for someone by our side for better or for worse. Someone to turn to when things get hard. Or to stir loneliness away.

The changes in time have left Twilight Sparkle feeling lonesome in the library. Fortunately, she has found comfort in her rambling arguments and discussions with a particular stallion.

She can't quite explain why, but every time they talk she feels very special.

For Cold in Gardez

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-20 16:39:44 UTC

Moving Out

"Welcome! Please come in."

Twilight Sparkle walked in to the cheerful greeting of the realtor mare. She was a middle aged mare with a bright orange coat and a smile as sunny as the mane that was wrapped in a tight bun. The burgundy suit jacket of her company's name Equestrian Homes for You, and cutie mark of a house and shining sun gave Cozy Home her unmistakable appearance.

"Hello Miss Cozy." Twilight said, shaking her hoof.

"You must be Miss Sparkle, how very nice to meet you." She looked at the dragon in Twilight's company. "And I suppose this... handsome young boy is Spike."

Spike was just stepping through the doorway when he heard his name. He looked almost surprised at the arch arcing about three inches over his head. Cozy couldn't help but be surprised at his appearance. He was easily two heads taller than she was and the line of protruding... spikes running down his back that made him look almost threatening. The wings tucked into his sides didn't help either.

"Wha? Yeah, I'm Spike." The drake answered.

"I take it you're impressed already."

"Yeah. It's been a while since I didn't have to duck to get through a door." Spike said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. Twilight gave him an understanding smile.

"Well I hope the doors won't be the only thing you are impressed with." She says, leading them through the foyer.

"If Spike isn't impressed with the ceilings I'll be impressed for him." Twilight said.

"Oh you noticed that. What we have is a 2 bedroom 2 bathroom cottage that was built with a new experimental design plan. It left for walls that are taller than most flats. Even on the upper floors."

Twilight and Spike "oohed" in wonder.

"As you can see, gleaming hardwood floors from here to the end of the kitchen." She said, presenting the living room. "Simply the start of the main room decorum. Such as-"

"Wow. That's a cool fireplace." Spike said dragging his claw over the rough stone.

"Ye-yes. It's custom made. You'll notice how contrasting the dark shades of the granite is to the bright walls and floors. Really makes it pop doesn't it?"

Spike looked confused. "Huh?"

"She means the dark fireplace stands out against the bright colors around it." Twilight explained. "Didn't you listen whenever you helped out Rarity at the Boutique?"

"You two know Rarity?!" Cozy asked with a twinkling eyes. "The Rarity?"

"Yes. She is a close personal friend of ours. We still keep in touch whenever we can."

"Oh I simply adored her Spring-Fall line last season. You must get me an autograph of hers." Cozy might have slipped into a fan-mare but was quick to regain her voyeur of professionalism. "Er, uh- if you can."

"I'll see what I can do. Now, how about this kitchen?" Twilight said trotting into the room.

"Well this kitchen is one of the best parts of this house in my opinion. Take the oven; built into the wall with a fully working gas powered stove. Counters and island built from white marble making them very hard to crack. And all the cupboards and drawers crafted with the same wood grain as the floors. Just the room for the chef of the family."

Twilight gave Spike a not so subtle bump with her flank. Spike bumped back, nearly knocking her over.

Cozy lead on. A quick walk through the slightly smaller guest room quickly went on to the lusciously green backyard, which turned into the last leg of the tour on the upper floor. Down one side of the hallway was a room mainly built as an office (or new book room as Twilight said to no one in particular), and down the other way was the master bedroom which easily earned its title with it being almost the size of the living room.

Twilight thought it was perfect.

"So, what do you think?" Twilight asked.

Spike looked around the pale white room nodding in approval.  "I guess I kind of like it."

Twilight smiled. "Well if you like it, then I like it."

"Well?" Cozy asked.

"We'll take it." Twilight answered with a smile.

"Oh, that's a great decision, Miss Sparkle." She said with an smile slathered in delight. "Shall I ready the paperwork for your signature?"

"Sure." Twilight said before nudging Spike in the ribs. "But actually, it's his signature you need."

Spike stepped forward, a quill in hand. "Ready when you are, ma'am."

"Oh, I admire your enthusiasm." Cozy chuckled. "Well we can settle this back at the office all quick and easy."

Twilight watched the two leave the room, a sad, nostalgic smile crept on her muzzle. She felt a pang in her chest at the thought of Spike leaving the library. She can still remember when he came up to her asking if he could have an allowance for the work he did around the library. It was just a few days ago when he brought up the idea of moving out.

She wasn't against the idea of him moving out, but it just seemed sudden. They talked about it well into the night, and were searching by the next day. As much as she didn't want to admit it, Spike was growing up. He still might be young in dragon years, but he wasn't a baby anymore. Twilight smiled again, a happy smile this time. Spikey-Wikey has grown up.

"Hey, Twilight." Spike shouted from the downstairs living room. "You gonna help me with this?"

"Coming!"

Twilight looked around the master bedroom one more time before she slipped out the room and down the stairs.

***

Twilight's eyes ate up the words she quietly read on the homeowners papers. Spike and Cozy Home sat patiently in her office waiting on her word. Slipping off her reading glasses, which she didn't really need but loved how smart they made her look, she fell out of "bookworm mode". Everything looked good. Good and ready.

"Everything up to code?" Cozy asked, chipper as ever.

"Yes. Yes they do." Twilight said, sliding the papers in front of Spike. "It's all yours, Spike."

Spike took the inked quill in his claw but stopped short of signing. He looked nervous, Twilight noticed. A hoof on his free claw got him to look at her. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." He said, still sounding nervous. "Just... uh.."

"Bit nervous about moving out, honey?" Cozy Homes asked. Twilight and Spike looked at her. "I've had a fair share of young ones who were moving out of home. They all have the same look in their eye. Scared of being away from momma, not sure how they're gonna make it on their own. Don't know how."

"How are they?" Spike asked out of curiosity.

"Oh they felt fine after the first week. First day for some."

Spike looked back at Twilight who smiled that motherly smile she wore from time to time. "See? It's just nerves Spike. You can sign when you're ready."

It didn't take Spike long before he made up his mind, and he scratched his name in big cursive letters.

***

"Look out, Spike!" Sweetie Belle shouted, several boxes balanced within her magic. Spike ducked under the boxes, still clinging onto the mattress under his arm.

Twilight did a quick scratch on her paper marking the continuing progress on the furniture. She kept telling herself to be prepared for when the furniture arrived, but she was completely caught off guard at how daunting this seemingly simple task became. Fortunately, help was quick to come. Friends came out of the woodwork, raring to help with the work. As long as Pinkie stays away from the knives we'll be fine.

"Where does this go, Miss Sparkle?" The gruff moving pony asked, a bed frame perched precariously on his back.

"Follow the dragon."

The mover, along with his cross eyed help, made their way to catch up to Spike. The loud sigh made Twilight assume they had reached the stairs. Everything was moving pretty well she thought. Now if she could figure out how to move the horde chests without breaking backs. She glanced up from her plans to see a familiar orange pony and big red wall walking up to her.

Oh he'd be perfect.

"Howdy, Twilight." Greeted Applejack.

"Oh hey, Applejack. Hi, Big Mac." Twilight greeted back. "Glad you two could make it. Is Fluttershy with you?"

"She was feeling a little under the weather so I had her stay home." Big Mac said. "Poor girl."

"She'll be fine. She's faced tougher things than an ordinary flu bug." Applejack assured confidently. "Now what's there left to move, Twilight?"

"Just a few more pieces of furniture as far as big things go. We do need to get the couch in though."

"Can do." Big Mac said.

Twilight glanced down at her clipboard again. With the amount of help they were getting, they would have the truck emptied by noon. Way ahead of schedule. Twilight hated that, and was about to change it when Spike came bounding down the stairs three steps at a time.

"Hey. How goes it upstairs?"

"Pretty well, we're getting the bed frame set up. I think we could get the chests up next."

"Well, I guess I could move the night stand behind you. And-" Twilight stopped to answer a sofa carrying Big Mac tapping her shoulder. "Just put that anywhere here, Mac. We're making pretty good time. If we get done before noon we can probably head out for lunch."

"Hey, Spike!" Called Scootaloo. The pegasus buzzed towards them, her arms full. Was that a picnic basket? "I found this basket stacked on top of some things. What should I do with it?"

"Eer.. let me take care of it, Scoots." He said, taking the piece of wicker.

"Kay." She flapped away to move some more stuff.

Twilight was surprised, perplexed, and though she hated to admit it, a little jealous. "You packed your basket?"

Spike scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, I found it in the closet when I was packing the boxes. I guess I was feeling a little bit nostalgic and I couldn't really throw it away. But I don't really know what to do with it now."

The basket shined lavender and left Spike's hands. "Let me take it, Spike. So that a little bit of you will stay at the library no matter what."

Spike snorted a laugh. "Wow, Twilight. You get sappier every day."

"Just shut up and hug me."

Spike smiled, and wrapped his arms around his older sisters neck. Twilight returned the hug, squeezing his neck tightly. Their moment was killed at the heaved strains of Snips and Snails.

"Jeez, Spike.." Snips wheezed past the gold handle. "What do you keep in these chests?"

"My horde." Spike put bluntly. "Well, some of it."

"Well where do you want it?"

"Eeh, you can dump that in the master room upstairs."

"You're helping too, mister!" Twilight jeered.

Spike groaned and went to relief the two colts of his treasure. Twilight shook her head. Even with his fearsome stature, Spike still remained that little baby dragon at heart. Some things never change, even in the midst of big change.

She stole a glance at the basket that now sat by her. She was actually surprised that Spike wanted to keep the old ratted wicker basket. It's been so long since even she has seen it, she could have sworn it was thrown out. Despite that, Twilight felt a sad smile creep onto her muzzle. I guess it's too late to ask where the time went.

***

It was late when the ragtag team of movers had finished unpacking boxes and organizing furniture until Spike was declared officially moved in. Now the impromptu moving party became an impromptu house warming party. Pinkie of course provided the cake and the party. The Apple siblings returned from the farm, bringing a few jars of cider for the merriment. They also brought along Fluttershy, who spent a good while going out of her way to apologizing to Spike for missing out on the move.

"Really, I'm sorry about not helping you move in Spike." She repeated for the umpteenth time this hour.

"It's okay, Fluttershy." Spike repeated for the umpteenth time this hour. "You didn't need to help. If your sick, your sick."

"Have you been sick long, Fluttershy?" Twilight asked.

"No, not at all. I just woke up this morning feeling really queasy. I think I threw up at least three times before Mac and AJ got home."

"At least you're better now, sugarcube." Applejack soothed while rubbing the pegasus's back. "Besides, it's just a little flu bug. Nothing to worry about."

"I guess." Fluttershy said. But Fluttershy's guess was as good as anyone else's.

"Or it could be something more?" Pinkie Pie said, jabbing Fluttershy in the side. "Huh? Right, Fluttershy?"

"Ummmm....."

"What'djya mean by something more?" Applejack incredulously asked.

"Weeeellll.... earlier when I was heading back to Sugarcube Corner to bake the cake for the party, I got a Pinkie Sense Combo! A itchy back, gassy stomach, dry throat, ."

"And that means what exactly?" Applejack asked almost timidly.

Pinkie leaned in close. "Fluttershy is pregnant."

A united gasp sounded from the little group. Fluttershy put a hoof over her stomach, looking suddenly queasy.

"You really think she's pregnant?" Twilight whispered.

"I don't know, Twilight." Pinkie teased. "My Pinkie Sense is pretty accurate."

Fluttershy dared not look at her friends. "Do you... really think so, Pinkie?"

Pinkie wisely decided to step lightly on the subject. "Oh. Do you not want to be a mommy?"

"No, it's not that. Well- I guess it sort of is. I've always thought of myself as something of a mother to my animal friends. But..."

"It sounds scary?" Twilight guessed.

Fluttershy pawed at the floor, ashamed to admit it. "Yes. I've thought about being a real mom before, but every time I do I just get nervous and I think I won't be a good mother."

Applejack gave her in-law a tender nuzzle. "Fluttershy, if there was any of us who would be a great mother it would be you. There is no pony more caring towards others than you, sugarcube."

Fluttershy pulled Applejack into a hug. "Oh thank you, Applejack. But, what do you think Macintosh would think?"

"What would I think about what?

Fluttershy squeaked as her massive husband saddled up next to her. Twilight could have sworn she saw her face go green for a moment.

"About Fluttershy being pregnant." Pinkie answered simply.

Big Mac had to take a full two minutes to himself to keep himself from choking to death on his cider. "What?"

"Might be! I might be pregnant." She assured in her usual Fluttershy timidness.

"Are you... sure, darling?"

"No, I'm not. But... we should check with the doctor soon. Just to check. Are you mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" Big Mac took his wife into his arms and squeezed her tight. "You know I love you too much to get upset if you're worrying. You've got every right to worry about something like this. Besides, I'm sure you'll do fine as a mother."

"Yeah." Pinkie bursted in again. "Just look at Twilight."

Wait, what? "Wait, what?"

"She' pratically raised Spike for like, ever."

"What, no. Pinkie, I didn't raise Spike. Princess Celestia looked after him until he was old enough to be my assistant. He's not my son. He's my number one assistant."

"Pinkie has a point Twilight. Didn't you feed him, look after his well being, teach him right from wrong, and everything that goes into being a mom?"

Twilight didn't answer, opting to think first. Was she technically Spike's mom? She didn't think so. Princess Celestia took care of him when he was a hatchling, she was given responsibility of him later.

She turned to look at Spike across the room, who was in the middle of an animated discussion with the rest of the kids. Twilight smiled as she watched Spike laugh at a joke one of the kids made.

"I guess I kind of am." Twilight finally answered. "But I'm really not."

Applejack placed a supportive hoof on her shoulder. "Ah know what ya' mean sugarcube."

***

It was after eleven when Twilight arrived back at the library. She flicked on the lights and brought the empty foyer to life. The smell of fresh mahogany mixed with that new book smell never ceased to excite Twilight whenever she entered the room. If equine/book relationships were allowed, Twilight would jump at the chance.

Twilight sauntered into the kitchen and fixed herself a small leftover salad "dinner". After eating enough to claim a full enough belly, she slunk down into the basement. There was a plentifully stocked wine cellar that Twilight had discovered while doing some late night science experiments. She picked out a bottle of Beringer. No need for anything too fancy. Twilight climbed the stairs to her living quarters, the basket bed balanced on her back. When she reached her room, she was greeted by an affectionate hoot.

"Hey, Owlowicious. Did you keep the house safe while I was gone?"

"Hoo. Hoo."

"You sure you weren't too lonely here?"

"Hoo-hoo. Hoo."

"Well that's good. Do you need anything?"

The bird flapped to the balcony window and pecked it urgently. "Oh. You want to fly? Here you go." With a touch of magic, her pet was out the window and into the late night.

There. Now you're totally alone. Twilight ignored herself and settled onto her bed with a book from her personal collection. She sipped tastefully from her glass as she gazed over the pages, chewing up every paragraph down to the last quotation. But Twilight wasn't really reading. Her eyes more glazed over the pages more than reading anything. Try as she might she just couldn't put herself in the mood for reading.

So she downed her second glass and opted to just go to sleep.

Twilight tucked in under her stars and moons bedding ready to sleep the long day away. And was a good day it was. The furniture got moved, Spike was settled in, everything was perfect.

Except Spike isn't here. And all you have left is his basket.

Twilight looked at the bed at the foot of hers. So much nostalgia, too much reminiscing.

Jeez, Twilight. At least wait a day to miss him. She laid back down to get comfortable. It didn't work. What now?

There is always the other option. Twilight could feel herself get hotter at the thought. Dare she? It's not like anybody will know. Or see. Might as well, it would help her sleep. I guess it hadn't been too long since last time.

Alright, now who would it be? A stallion, of course. What would he look like? Handsome, tall and... how about a unicorn? Twilight let her hooves trail down her stomach, going in small circles as they dipped lower and lower. Fantasies from many nights prior unearthed in her mind.

Her rugged, handsome, hard working stallion came to her and smothered her face with kisses. All sweet and gentle. They sink into the sheets as their hooves explore each others bodies. Her lover slid his kisses down her neck and she welcomed it. He just kept going lower, lower and lower still. Until...

Twilight shivered in anticipation when her hoof finally touched her sex. She rubbed into herself slowly at first, just as her stallion was. He didn't wait to pick up speed, she didn't mind. She grinded hard against his hoof, which was a blur between her legs.

She lowered herself down to see his package. How big would he be? Average size, best guess. Not too sure what that meant but either way he too was dripping with need. Twilight was feeling extra naughty tonight and gave the head a chaste kiss. Must be the alcohol taking over. She needed him. Now.

The stallion of her dreams pulled her back up at eye level. Turn around. She obeyed, lifting her tail to present his target to him. He pushed his flared cock gently-no.... he fucked her. Who needs a little tenderness? Not Twilight, not tonight. Tonight she was being fucked by this beast atop her. Just being pumped again and again with no sign or desire to stop. With every thrust and scream of lust she felt a knot at the bit of her stomach grow tighter and tighter and then..

Twilight shook and spasmed as she convulsed onto her hoof. The wave of a fresh orgasm washed over her sweating body. It may have felt dirty before, but this time was filthy. And really wet.

Twilight lay back down to regain some semblance of thought. She didn't care that she was sweating or panting in the already hot room. She didn't care that her sheets felt really damp, she can change the sheets in the morning. She didn't care that masturbating seemed to be the first thing to ring in having the whole house to herself. Congrats on the house, Spike. I'm gonna go pound my pussy to celebrate. She just felt too tired and sleepy to care about any of that.

She glanced at the old basket she forgot was in the room. Oh, Spike. I miss you already. Her thoughts turned to her number one assistant, not gone forever but away from her still.

It's not a crime lonely sometimes.