Red Hot Passion

by dat_flank

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Philomena, Spike, Comedy, Romance, Sex, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 3047

After discovering that Philomena can transform into a filly, Spike and her begin to see each other.

With the knowledge that Philomena can transform into a filly, Spike meets up with her to... Have some fun while Twilight is away.

Published 2012-02-28 05:14:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-02-28 05:14:02 UTC

Chapter 1

Red Hot Lovers

Spike paced about the library's main room, putting away stray books and organizing the shelves to have all the tomes aligned properly. Rushing back and forth across the room, Spike used a piece of cloth attached to his tail and whisked the wooden surfaces clean. The violet unicorn trotted down the stairway, taking notice of the remarkable tree house keeping that the young dragon was partaking in. "W-wow Spike! The room's spotless." The mare paused for a moment before continuing. "What are you up to?"

Spike, who had been caught off guard by Twilight's entrance, flinched slightly from the interruption to his work. "Oh uhh, hey Twilight..." Spike continued to stride to and fro, seeming not to comprehend the actual words Twilight spoke.

Reiterating herself, Twilight asked "Spike, why are you doing so much cleaning? It's not even Spring."

Thinking on his feet, not wishing to reveal his true intent, Spike answered "I am uhh... I am umm, preparing the house for if the Princess comes over later."

Twilight gazed at Spike with disbelief. "Why would the Princess come over today?"

"Well it is Mayor Mare's inauguration party. Maybe she could show up."

"Spike, Princess Celestia would never stop by without some sort of notice. She keeps me updated on all her affairs." The proud grin on the unicorn's face relieved Spike of Twilight's curiosity. The little dragon peered up at the clock that hung from a wall. "Hey Twilight, it's almost twelve thirty. You better get going."

The magician's eyebrows raised as her smile on her face made a 180. "Oh dear! Spike, can you read me off the checklist of things I was supposed do before going to help set up for the inauguration celebration?"

Weeding out the correct one from a pile of scrolls, Spike unrolled it and began read through it. "'Make your bed?'"

"Check"

"'Brush mane and teeth?'"

"Check"

"'Eat breakfast?'"

"Check"

"'Create a checklist for the things Spike needs to do while I'm at the inauguration party?' Don't worry Twilight, I got it. 'Create a checklist for the things I need to do at the inauguration party?"

Twilight turned her head to her side, assuring that her checklist was in the side of her saddlebag. "I've got it right here."

"Okay. Now we have 'recheck the checklist of things to do before I go to the inauguration party.'" Spike scowled, glancing once more at the clock. His tone became more rushed as he suggested "Twilight, do we really need to recheck the list? I'm sure we got everything."

The horned mare bit her lip in hesitation at first, but after viewing reading the time one more time, she was convinced. "Okay Spike. I'm trusting you to keep the place neat and tidy while I'm gone." At this point, Spike was using all his might to push Twilight towards the door. "Don't let anypony in and don't answer the door unless it's somepony you know." Spike had forced her close to the door which she opened with magic. "I'll be back by four-o-clock. Be a good boy and I'll see you when I get back." With those parting words, the mare was galloping away to the party. Spike watched her disappear into the distance, gradually shutting the library's door. Spike hung the sign that said CLOSED and scurried up the stairs.

The peculiar dragon dashed to the patio deck outside of the bedroom on the upper floor. Spike scrutinized his surroundings below him, making sure that no pony was within earshot. Assured that the coast was clear, Spike cupped his hands in an odd manner and whistled into them. A chirping type sound tuned for a few seconds before the dragon ceased, needing to inhale. The dragon watched the sky, awaiting something to appear. After moments of unresponsiveness, Spike cupped his hands like before and breathed in deeply, ready to blow. In the instant that Spike moved his face towards his palms, a red-orange blur zoomed by the dragon boy's body, almost causing his to fall backwards. Spike, spooked slightly by the being's sudden burst into the house, choked on his own breathe. The dragon retreated back into the tree house, shutting the French doors behind him.

Spike examined the bedroom, spotting a magnificent creature standing on the edge of Twilight's dresser. Spike's viridian eyes gazed upon the fellow animal's immense elegance. "Philomena," Spike began, a sensual tone occurring as he spoke to the crimson sun bird. "As fair as always I see." The phoenix covered part of her face with her a wing, shielding her blushing that was already camouflaged within her layer of fiery feathers. The dragon stepped closer to the dresser before requesting "Why don't you come down here and change? It's no fun if you can't talk back." The blazing winged-mistress complied, swooping down from where she was perched. Landing a few feet away from Spike, the phoenix stretched its wings and cried out with a fierce screech. Spike protected his ears from the shrill with his hands. The majestic bird began to produce an intense glow causing Spike to pivot away from the phoenix's immense brilliance. The phoenix's howl reached a crescendo and the light reached a peek strength, warming up the dragon's backside. And then-

*POOF*

Spike realized the sudden calmness in the room and faced back towards Philomena. Standing on all fours, surrounded by a mess of brightly colored feathers, was a petite filly with sanguine fur, just a pinch brighter than that of Big Macintosh. Her tangerine mane flowed off one side of her body. The yellow flares within the orange hairs seemed as though they would cascade to the ground at any moment. Her tail matched the color pattern of her mane, but was more stout than that of the average pony's. Philomena's radiant amber eyes gleamed at the young dragon passionately. "Is this better?" The filly asked in such an innocently naughty tone.

Spike could feel the pools of saliva building up in his mouth as her scanned her physique. Attempting to maintain a cool, collected composure, Spike retorted "It sure is." Spike, remembering the restrictions of their time together, began to caution Philomena. "Before we get going, Twilight will be back by four so we don't have too much time."

"What? No 'how are you Philomena' or 'how'd you get out of the castle Philomena'?" Always the jokester, Philomena didn't care much about rules.

"Ugg, sorry I just want us to spend as much ti---"

Promptly cutting the dragon off from his excuse, the perky filly began speaking. "Oh, well I am fine. Thanks for asking. I was able to get out without anypony noticing because Cellie left for some party today and locked her room. I was able to just fly out the window!" Philomena giggled as she made a swooshing gesture with her hoof.

Spike, aroused a bit by the sweet mare's laugh, still tried to inform Philomena. "That's great Philly, but we should definitely keep track of---" A pillow struck the cautious dragon roughly on the snout. Spike let out a small whimper and rubbed his nose, the crimson filly guffawing at his less-than-macho reaction. "What was that for!?" Spike was irritated by the carefree attitude of the blithe filly.

"Oh come on Spikey! I'm just trying to have a little fun." Philomena was now rolling around on top of Twilight's bed. "What happened to the fun Spike I met the last time?" Obviously hinting to there first... encounter, Philomena winked at the austere dragon.

"Yeah well that was different. No pony would have cared how long I was gone that day. Pinkie Pie was having an all night party. But now, I've got to stay here and Twilight will be back by four!"

Philomena, determined to loosen up Spike, graduated slid up close to the dragon. "Well if we have 'till four, then what's there to worry about?" Philomena leaned in, putting her mouth inches away from the dragon's ear. "Don't you wuv me Spikey-Wikey?" Philomena whispered this, cleverly stimulating Spike. Though he would never admit it, Spike had a fetish for baby talk. Philomena began to nibble on his pointy ears, making a pleasurable humming sound as she did.

Spike, too turned on to object anymore, moaned deeply. Philomena licked the rim of Spike's ear and moved it down his cheek, reaching his lips. Her tongue was welcomed into his mouth by his own tongue. Philomena loved the taste of her dragon's mouth. A smokey flavor, due to all the fire breathing, lingered on his tongue. Their tongues danced for some time, each sharing their own passion. Spike decided to try something new. He shot his long tongue down Philomena's throat and caressed the back walls of her mouth. Philomena sighed faintly from the satisfaction, but was quickly cut off by an involuntary cough.

As the fiery filly soothed her throat from the choking, Spike awkwardly appologised, "Oh, I'm sorry Philly! I just thought I'd try something different... Sorry."

Philomena chortled Spike's unncessary apology. "Don't be sorry. I liked it, it was just a little sudden." Spike tried to laugh off his folly too, but Philomena could tell he still felt a bit perturbed. "And anyway, too you really want to be sticking your tongue down there when I could think of a better place." Philomena gave Spike a seductive wink before turning and strolling towards Twilight's bed.

The young dragon caught on to what Philomena was implying and promptly followed her to the bed. The transformed phoenix laid on the bed with only the top half of her body, leaving her lower half vulnerable. She spread her hind hooves, revealing her moist marehood to Spike. She pivoted her head around to catch a glimpse of her adorable dragon lustfully gazing at her, tongue hanging out of his lips. She also noticed that he was particularly happy; it was hard to miss. Feeling the room's particularly cool air brush against her clit gave her goosebumps. "Are you just gonna stand their and stare, or are you gonna get to work?"

Not about to turn down this invitation, Spike got down on his knees, groped the sides of Philomena's thighs, and allowed for spectacular spot to ravage his senses. The sight of the nearly dripping pussy stiffened Spike's cock so much that the tension caused it to twitch. The scent flew into his nostrils, further igniting hire fire of passion. Spike rubbed one of his claws around the rim of Philomena's vagina. The horny dragon was delighted by the juice that covered his palm. Spike couldn't wait any longer once Philomena started to moan.

Spike traced the outside of her slit a couple of times, just to tease her. His tongue lapped up and down her cunt for some time, slurping up all the juice that it had to offer. It didn't take long for Philomena to start breathing hard due to constant rush of pleasure and her exhausting moaning. Spike dove deeper inside her and stroked her inner walls thoroughly. He was able bite her clit softly and still have his tongue slither through his teeth. this was too much for Philomena to bear, so she gave a surprising yelp. Spike would have stopped his licking, but he remembered that last time he stopped, he got a hoof to the face. He only made his motions more vigorous as he slid deeper inside Philomena's Vagina. His whole snout was inside her at this point and Spike's tongue stretched to the very edge of her cunt. Spike licked her back walls like a tornado, swirling around to ensure maximum satisfaction and constant nerve stimulation. Swiftly approaching her climax, Philomena began to twitch and bit down on a pillow to keep herself from shouting. Spike Began to move his snout in and out of Philomena while he lapped her pussy with his tongue. In one last stroke, Spike plunged as deep as he possibly could into Philomena's warm marehood, and like a dam breaking, Philomena came, soaking Spike's snout in her steaming love syrup.

In need of air, Spike began to retreat from his lover's pussy, making sure to clean up all the delicious sap that had escaped to the brim of her. Philomena just rested on the bed, tired from the surge of pleasure. Spike stood and savored the last taste of the fruits of their love as he licked his muzzle. Only wishing to please the fatigued filly, Spike offered, "Do you want to rest a bit?"

Philomena, not the one to pass up any great opportunity, huffed out "Not. A chance. You still. Got more. Work to do." She peered back at Spike with a grin, causing him to chuckle a bit at her persistence. "Are you all ready to go?" She looked down at his penis, which had now gone slightly flaccid due to the pause in arousal.

Spike gave a nervous laugh and quickly forced his member to harden again. "That's better."

"Great! Now let's get cooking!" Philomena hopped up on Twilight's bed and laid on her back, opening up herself for Spike to lay on top. She always wanted to see his face when it wasn't oral. Philomena gazed at Spike who stood apprehensively still. "Something wrong?"

"Well it's just... This is Twilight's bed."

Philomena's face froze, unable to comprehend which emotion she should be feeling right now. "Umm... Is there any other bed we can use?"

"I have my own little bed downstairs that we could use. Except it's not really a bed, but more of a cushion, but it will still work. I promise!"

"Alright Spikey! Then let's go!" Philomena slowly got off the bed and on all fours, her legs still wobbly from the intercourse.

Spike realized this and steeped in front of Philomena with his arms wide open. "How about I carry you downstairs, my little Philly?"

"Such a gentleman." Philomena accepted the proposition and climbed into Spike's arms. Spike took about five shaky steps toward the door before having to stop and put her down.

"I'm sorry, Philly!"

Guffawing too hard to even take offense from Spike's inability to carry her, Philomena just kissed Spike on the cheek and proceeded downstairs.

~~~~~

Spike pulled the large pillow that was his bed away form the wall and to the center of the room as Philomena closed all of the downstairs blinds. Spike mad a gesture for Philomena to lay down on the cushion, which was perfectly sized for the filly. Philomena laid on her back as she had on Twilight's bed and opened up her legs once more. After the short walk, Philomena had became incredibly wet once again. Spike was already erect, but Philomena knew that Spike wanted some foreplay before they started.

"Why hewwo there you big, scawy dwagon," Philomena said in her baby voice. "Pwease don't huwt me. I'm just a fiwwy named Phiwwy!" Spike, preferably wanting to be the dominant partner, gripped Philomena's two front hooves and held them to the sides of the pillow. Spike let out a pathetic attempt at a scary growl, which almost made Philomena giggle. Stifling her laughter though, Philomena acted scared to arouse Spike. The dragon placed his cock on the outside of Philomena's cunt and began to rub it along her clit and the wet, crimson fur that surrounded it. "Oh no! Pwease don't do that Mr. Dwagon!"

Unable to sustain himself any longer, Spike pulled his pelvis back and gradually moved his tip closer to the filly's pussy. As his member first made contact with the warm liquids that seeped out of her, Philomena let out a elongated cry. He slid his member's tip inside Philomena and gave another "menacing" roar.

"Oh! You're so big! I don't think can take anymore Mr. Dwagon!" Keeping in the role of the assertive dragon, Spike clasped onto the Philomena's hips and dug his claws into her side. "Owwie! That huwts! Pwease stop!"

Spike did not obey and began to thrust his dick all the way into the filly's moist vagina. Philomena could no longer stay in character and started wailing in indulgence. Spike did not care though. He just enjoyed fucking his little filly,

He slammed his member in and out of Philomena, reaching the back of her cunt every time her did. The room filled with the sounds of Philomena's juices being sloshed about and Philomena's moans as she was being dominated by Spike. A bit worried that someone might hear her yelling, Spike leaned on top of Philomena and shoved his tongue deep inside her throat again. this time, she did not choke. Their lips wrestled one another as their tongues danced to the familiar tune of sex. In all this kissing, the pace of Spike's motions was only sped up. Allowing her to breathe, Spike removed his tongue from Philomena's mouth and moved down to suckle on her neck. Philomena took this chance to gnaw on the dragon's ear once more.

This pushed Spike over the edge. Spike could feel the tension building up in his pelvis and worked up to a speed of fucking that he had never reached before. Philomena too was incredibly close to climaxing. As Spike gripped Philomena's hips rougher, her fur ripped right out of her skin. Spike did not give this any attention though. Both of the two let out a simultaneous moan as Spike dove far into the filly's pussy and came. For a second, Spike felt euphoria... But only for a second.

As Spike came, so did Philomena. Except this time was a ridiculously powerful orgasm. In one sudden burst, Philomena's hair scattered from her body and every bit of the filly flared up into a million specs of cinder that spread across the floor.

Spike wasn't even able to fathom what had just happened before the front door to the library slammed open. Twilight and Princess Celestia stood on the other side of the door and strolled into the library. "Spike. Princess Celestia is here for a surprise..." Twilight stared in disbelief at the center of the library. Spike stood on top of his cushion with a bunch of dust and cum under him, his cock pointing directly at Celestia. "Visit."