Hitting Those High Notes

Chapters

The Gig
The Penthouse
The Shower
The Art
The Pool
The Romp
The Meaning of Love
The Drinks

The Gig

“I really don’t get it. I mean, fancy suit? Sure, it’s colorful and all, but blue doesn’t match me in the slightest. Heck, nothing about this outfit matches me.”

The stagehand was completely apathetic towards the choice of costume for the performance. Spike knew better than to fret, given that it was Sweetie Belle’s decision what made it into the final performance, but after five dress rehearsals with a completely differently clad ensemble each time, a simple blue suit was her best option? Spike scoffed at such an idea.

He tried to get a good look at himself in the mirror, emphasis on ‘good’. No matter what angle he looked at himself, whether it was folding his arms or doing the bad boy back-on-you pose, nothing worked. “One thing’s for sure, Sweetie doesn’t have her sister’s fashion sense. You'd think her label would hire an actual fashionista for this stuff. Like me!”

The stagehand just grunted. Again, apathetic as all get-out. He packed up his makeup kit and slipped out the door of the costumery, leaving Spike to talk to himself.

“Try to get an outsider’s opinion around here...” The tall and slick dragon tried different means of wearing the coat. Buttoned up or not at all? Half of the buttons? Didn’t do away with that awful shade of blue. It wasn’t a dark blue, that would have emphasized his purple and green scales. A full blown navy blue, straight out of a blue crayon. “Sweetie Belle, I have half a mind you were on something when you came up with this.” He paused, then slapped his clawed hand to his forehead. “Show business. Of course.”

He returned to his failing battle against the evil blue suit, eventually coming to a ceasefire. War over. “I guess I’ll just wear a black button-up underneath. That’ll make it less pride get-up and more, ‘I’m mysterious and I play the piano, want to see my emo poetry?’ Far better than,” he waved his arms about flamboyantly, “‘Who’s the hottest dude in the Ponyville concert hall, ‘cause I want to buy him a drink!’”

“Wow, the one friendly dragon in existence and he plays for the other team. Just our luck, eh?”

Spike silently cussed out that witch that must have cursed him to always be caught at the most inopportune moments, especially by renowned beauties like Vinyl Scratch. She was more known as DJ PON3, or just ‘The DJ’, but Spike was proud to say he knew her on a more personal level, so he could get away with using her actual moniker.

“Vinyl, we’ve been over this,” Spike said with an annoyed shrug. “You know-”

“-dragons cross both sides of the street, yadda yadda.” Vinyl pulled her purple glasses over her head and sauntered over to share Spike’s view in the mirror, crossing her legs as she leaned against him. “I think you made that very clear at my last concert.” Spike put on a sarcastic face of ignorance, and Vinyl played along. “Aw, you don’t remember? Trottingham Stadium halftime show? You and Pipsqueak had passes to my skybox.” She ran her finger along a sliver of exposed chest. “We had a little apple cider-”

“It was more like an entire carton...”

“That’s a little for me, honey. Then I made a certain dare that you and a certain limey cocktail boy pucker up. Then you two really got into it...”

Spike’s cheeks went red at just the thought of Pipsqueak’s classy Trottingham accent and his cute dimples and his incredibly feminine body... “Celestia, I love show business,” he boasted.

Vinyl pulled away from Spike and flicked her glasses back on, followed by removing her jacket. “So, Mister Piano Colt, or is it Piano Drake? Doesn’t really matter. You made the big time, huh? Performing for Sweetie Belle herself. Can’t help but say I’m jealous.”

Spike cocked his brow as he removed his suit coat, reaching into the closet to pull out a black shirt. He unbuttoned his much less stylish white one as he said, “I don’t get your jealousy towards Sweetie. You’re bigger than her...” He couldn’t help but notice Vinyl’s very prominent rump through her leather pants. She must have had to grease up her legs to fit in those things. There was nothing left to the imagination. “...Much bigger.”

Vinyl shrugged, then moved to help Spike into his shirt. “Yeah, well, I wish I had her youthful charm.”

“‘Scuse me?”

“Let me put it this way. You’re staring at my breasts right now.” She said that breathlessly, not accusing Spike in the slightest, and the dragon decided to play along. That being said, he couldn’t have ignored the ample mounds of wonder pressing against his bare chest even if he tried.

“Yes, I am staring. That tank top and all, it’s really quite astounding. I mean, they’re right there!”

Vinyl threw the suit’s accompanying tie around Spike’s neck and dragged him in close. Now she was glaring at him, and the red eyes behind the glasses made it even more intense. “Yeah, well, you wouldn’t have noticed the twins if I hadn’t deliberately worn my skankiest attire. That’s where my appeal lies, Spikey-Wikey. If I don’t play up the sex factor I don’t sell out.”

“Oh, so...” Spike suddenly felt really awkward. He scratched at his green spines. “You’re not happy being a sex symbol.”

That got a saucy oh-no-you-didn’t pose from Vinyl. “Hell no! You know I love being sex on legs! I love it when the entire audience stares at the goods. I’m the closet key for hundreds of mares every gig! A lucky few get to come back to the VIP room with their boyfriends and that’s where we really drop the bass.”

One of these days, I really gotta thank Pinkie Pie for getting me that VIP pass, Spike thought, blushing once again.

Vinyl grabbed ahold of Spike by the shoulder and lit up her horn. Her levitation pointed Spike’s body in the direction of the door. Vinyl started to lead him out. “My point is, Sweetie Belle doesn’t need any of the tight pants or the skanky tank tops or risque dance moves-”

“Or going completely topless for a midnight gig?” Spike asked with a smirk.

Vinyl stopped her push just as they rounded the corner. “Oh, you know about that?”

Spike laughed like an evil villain. “I do now!”

“Well, I’m flattered, and I’ve got another one of those coming up next week. I’ll send you the tickets in the mail. In the meantime,” the DJ gave Spike a firm shove and relinquished her magic grip.

He was just a few steps away from the stage, and the curtains were raring to come open at any moment. He could hear the restless audience on the other side. There was no doubt in his mind the other Cutie Mark Crusaders would be joining the party to support their friend.

Spike was just about to take his steps out into the open and sit at his piano bench, possibly tune the keys for a tic, but he was held back when Vinyl came around. “You forgot this, dude.” She handed him the garish suit coat.

“Thanks,” Spike said begrudgingly. He found Vinyl’s kiss on the snout to be a much better present. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the inevitable pre-show jitters and made a half sprint to his bench. He slid to a seat, stretched out his arms and tested the worn but effective keys of his piano. Years of claws scratching the ivory tends to create some wear-and-tear, but its sounds were just as effectively serene and beautiful. He couldn’t wait to hear them when the curtain was open and the sounds of the piano would face no obstacle but the night sky and the roaring crowd. Outdoor gigs. Gotta love ‘em.

Spike tended to have a lot of different musicians travel around with him, people dropping off here and there for whatever reason, so he never really took the time to learn any of their names offstage. The only one worth mentioning was a single grey mare playing the lead guitar. Spike recognized Octavia from a few of Vinyl’s, ahem, backstage performances. He gave her a friendly wave, which she returned before going back her tuning.

And then came the true prize of the night, the one everypony had been waiting for. The young and jubileus Sweetie Belle came floating down from seemingly out of nowhere, wearing a smile that could make a Diamond Dog give up a trove and a half without question. Hell, a whole mine.

What Sweetie Belle lacked in Vinyl’s skank department, she undoubtedly made up for with the curves only an early bloomer could boast. Ironic that she bloomed before the Apple did, Spike thought with a smirk. All of his other thoughts were how Sweetie Belle’s natural beauty made her more of sight to see than stars like Sapphire Shores, the ones who would cake on the makeup until they were walking chemical hazards. Sweetie never needed makeup. That, Spike could appreciate. If dragons never use cosmetics, then neither should a pony. Her rather casual attire, a humble black dress with a white jacket, hardly showed off anything, and yet somehow Spike found her to be at least a third power sexier than Vinyl. Maybe a fourth.

Spike almost felt jealous that the entire audience got to see her entire performance while he had to keep his gaze on the ivory slabs. Curse you, piano. You enslave my claws and spare me views of barely legal beauty. You’re in for a scratching tonight. Don’t let me blow this...

As the curtain opened, Sweetie Belle rose her hands up high, then adjusted her headset just so. Her voice rang out, blurring the line between mature, adorable and just plain sensual. This was her talent, after all. She could make music with her vocal chords alone.

“Ah, it’s good to be home in Ponyville!” she shouted, garnering praise from the town’s loyal natives. She then put on a smirk, and with a swish of her hand, shut the audience up immediately. “Alright, enough sentiment. Let’s cut the crap and turn it up already!”

Oh dear. Spike knew he had to lead off the first number. If he blew it, he’d forever be known as the keyboard klutz clad in the clunky suit. But he knew better than to think he’d ever ruin Sweetie Belle’s big night. He cared about her too much for that. He began on the long intro, gradually increasing in tempo. Octavia and what’s-their-names joined in shortly after.

Finally, the sound he’d been craving made itself known.

"Your love is like a tidal wave spinning over my head!
Drownin' me in your promises, better left unsaid!
You're the right kind of sinner to release my inner fantasy,
the invincible winner that you know that you were born to be!"

The song was surprisingly hardcore compared to Sweetie Belle’s usual upbeat and cheery works, but Spike preferred the teen idol’s edgier side. That, and, well, he helped her write this one.

"You're a! Heartbreaker! Dream maker! Love taker! Don'tcha mess around with me, you're a!
Heartbreaker! Dream maker! Love taker! Don'tcha mess around, no no no!

The epic guitar solo from Octavia sent Spike into a frenzy. From then on until the end of the performance he was in a trance, playing the keys by mind. Under normal circumstances he would’ve played it by heart, but that thing was occupied at the moment.

Author's Note

Heartbreaker - Pat Benatar

The Penthouse

Approximately two and a half hours, an epic light show, several awkward autograph signings and a trip to the flower shop later, Spike found himself trekking down the moonlit streets of Ponyville in much more acceptable and casual attire; a v-neck, green scarf, jeans and a silk coat. Okay, casual by his standards. All those years of moonlighting for a certain somepony taught him how to stand out when it came to clothing. He regretted not bringing the matching fedora along for the ride, just to see if Sweetie Belle liked the dark and mysterious look.

He pulled the coat tight across his chest and gave a heavy breath because it was cold. Like, really cold. The excitement of the concert was the only thing keeping him warm and that was gone after a successful performance on Sweetie Belle’s part.

The bouquet in Spike’s grasp was a collection of blue roses (He used a hefty bit of his paycheck to get them in that color), and tucked under his arm was a box of assorted chocolates, the sort a skinny robed lady would be eating in a commercial by the truckload and yet somehow remain skinny. Spike knew Sweetie had a constant hankering for candy, it was in her name. While it would be common for a teen idol’s waist to be concave, Sweetie wanted to send a positive message to her female demographic. “Eat some sugar, girls. There’s nothing wrong with little chub,” she’d always say. Her record label was none too happy about that, Spike remembered the shouting match over the radio fondly.

He looked up at the luxurious yet charmingly rustic hotel, then used his free hand to pull out the letter Sweetie Belle had slipped into his pocket. How she did it, he had no idea. “She probably used an invisibility spell, she’s good at that sort of thing, avoiding the paparazzi and all...” He scanned over the letter. He’d already read it at least twice back at the auditorium but he wanted to certify that he had a sure thing going on. Sweetie Belle’s fancy handwriting alone made him feel warmer.

Hiya, Spike! Sorry we didn’t have a chance to talk before the performance. Rarity kept coming into my dressing room to change my outfit. I had to lie that I spotted Fancy Pants, then she got all flustered and buggered off to look for him. She’s gonna get mad at me later. I think she’s got the hots for him.

Anyway, you should definitely come visit me. I’m in the penthouse of Paradis Des Chevaux. None of the paparazzi know I’m here, and I’d rather keep it that way, so be discreet, okay?

Love from Sweetie Belle.

PS! Really sorry about the awful suit, the label forced my hand.

Spike's mind raced for a second. "Rarity was here? How did I not— Aw, she dotted the i’s with hearts.”

Any other dude getting a personal invite from a rising starlet would take offense to that advice. Be discreet. Spike knew well enough that if the paparazzi once hounded Fluttershy like timberwolves for the sheer excuse that she existed, then it wouldn’t be above them to call out Sweetie Belle on an interspecies relationship. “Celestia forbid, she might end up on PMZ.” He shuddered at the thought. Or maybe it was the sensation of somepony tapping him on the shoulder.

“Hey, superstar.”

“Vinyl, uh, hey.” Spike let the DJ take the lead like the gentledrake he tried to be. She opened the double doors to the hotel lobby and swaggered inside like she owned the place. “You’re staying here, too?” Spike asked as he followed her inside.

Vinyl stretched out her arms, which certainly emphasized her assets. It was like she was deliberately showing herself off for Spike, but he was too distracted to care. “Yeah, I’m in the fourth room of the third floor, I just stepped out for some fresh air.”

The walking pair passed by the doormare. She gave them both a friendly wave before returning to painting her nails.

“Fresh air? From what?” Spike asked. He chuckled as Vinyl slid into the elevator like a smooth criminal, and he mirrored the action. He then hit the button for the third floor, followed by the one for the penthouse suite. I'm comin' for you, Sweets. He crinkled his snout. Phrasing. Boom.

Vinyl blushed furiously at his question, mashing her legs together. Evidently, at a glance, she wasn't wearing anything that could qualify as underwear. “Well, it’s been a long time since I had Octavia alone, and we're both hopped up on post-concert relief and apple cider. We decided to make the best of the night." She scratched the back of her head. "It’s gotten pretty damn heated.”

Looks like everypony's getting laid tonight. “Using a few of the tricks I taught you?” Spike asked. He thought up a few memories back, particularly ones of Vinyl breathing heavily with her chin on his shoulder. Their heads were still. Their hips, not so much.

The elevator doors slid shut and the lurch of the ascent forced Spike into a stumble. He could never get used to that. He ended up with a face full of Vinyl's marshmallow. Just like one of those Japaneighse cartoons Twilight kept hidden on the top shelves. Only with less tentacles.

“Enjoying the ride, are we?” Vinyl chirped. She did nothing to remove Spike from her cleavage. The drake resisted his every primal urge telling him to enjoy it. Well, he did enjoy it, but his mind was elsewhere. He backed away, muttering apologies under his breath, while he ensured the chocolates and flowers weren’t smothered.

“Just so you know, that was the same place Octy was several times over the past hour and a half,” said Vinyl. She was blushing, but as per usual she looked very cocky. There was just no such thing as molestation for this mare, only compliments. “Want to know where I was?”

“Uh...” Before Spike could protest Vinyl held up two fingers to his muzzle, grinning sadistically all the while. Spike backed away and covered his nose. “Celestia, Vinyl! What makes you think I want to know that?”

The DJ gave a shrug. “What? It smells like cinnamon." She actually gave her digits a whiff. The audacity, Spike thought. "And why so prudish? You’re not a stranger to my goods. You're never this... reserved,” she said that mockingly, "under the covers."

Spike waved her off and looked away, resting one hand on the elevator bars. He couldn't afford to get aroused by anypony but the one. It was part of his dragon code. A different sort of dragon code, one that wasn't just made up as a child's excuse for responsibility. Mares deserve a dude with tact, he would always remind himself. “Vinyl, you know I love you, but the only mare I want to think about right now is Sweetie Belle. She personally requested to see me. Me, myself and I. You know what that means, of course.”

Vinyl’s smile disappeared as she looked to Spike, a glint of hatred in her eye. Her magenta eyes gave a flash of red. They tend to do that. “You lucky bastard!” She gave a punch to Spike’s chest. It hurt him much more than it should have, but they laughed anyway. “You didn’t have to lay on the class act, you just needed to show up to the gig and she gave you the call? Do you have any idea how jealous I am right now?” She eyed the plastic box under Spike’s shoulder. “So I can assume those aren’t for me.” She tapped her hoof. "Damn, I needed a pick-me-up, and those energy supplements taste like boiled concrete."

Spike wasn't about to leave a good friend dangling when she had a reputation to live up to. He shrugged, then reached into the box and pulled out one of the smaller bits, a cluster of peanuts wrapped in white chocolate. He knew Sweetie never cared for those ones. He gave it a casual toss. “Here, it matches your coat beautifully.”

“Aw, Spikey Wikey!” Vinyl caught the sweet and put it in her pocket, a devious look crossing her face. “You just gave me an extra hour of wrestlin' time. Imma put this to good use later.”

“Speaking of later,” Spike said, raising his head up, “this totally isn’t the longest freakin’ elevator ride in Equestria!” If he had a watch he would have checked it, and it probably would have said 'dragging-this-out-for-all-it's-worth o'clock.'

Vinyl patted him on the back. Almost too enthusiastically. “Relax, dude. Sweetie Belle’s precious petunias aren’t going anywhere.”

Spike’s eyes darted to the bouquet. “Th-these are roses.”

Vinyl rolled her eyes and snickered at Spike’s adorable dorkiness. Adorkableness. “Wasn't talkin' about the flowers." She patted him on his spines, which she would normally tousle affectionately after a rut, but they were stuck skyward at this point. "Don’t ever change, scalehead. You and your fashion sense, your blunt humor... You could have any mare in the world, you know that?”

“P’shaw.” Spike felt more embarrassed than humbled. Though, she is right.

“Yeah, I know, tonight you’ve got only the one in your sights. You hold her tight and give her a good time, you hear?” Vinyl leaned in close and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and another pat on the back. She whispered into his ear, “If all else fails, you can always join me and Octavia. We’re going aaaaall night.”

Before Spike could answer (He was open to the idea, even if his focus was on Sweetie Belle), the elevator came to a stop. “About time, geez.”

The doors opened to the third floor and Vinyl Scratch took her leave. “Good luck to you, dude. This is where I get off.” She gave Spike the thumbs up, then raised her two unholy digits again. “Phrasing, boom,” she boasted. As the doors closed, she laughed again with a naughty smirk.

With that, Spike was left alone in the elevator, and he dreaded how long the ascension was going to take. “Mistress of time... You are a bitch.”

Thank Celestia, that ride up wasn't nearly as agonizingly long.

All that was left between him and the mare of his recent fantasies was a door and a doorbell. Only the penthouse got a doorbell, obviously enough. Spike reached out and pressed it, and endured the ever too long wait for somepony to respond. He was doing miniature hops, his heart doing backflips, until a simply angelic voice rang out in partial song. “Who is iiit~?”

Even muffled by the walls, Sweetie Belle was a sound worth coming all this way for. “It’s the drake of the ivory keys, Madam Belle,” Spike replied, trying to sound as sappily polite as equinely possible. It was just a little joke he picked up after years of following orders as a glorified maid.

He relished that voice when it sounded out again. “Wow, that was fast! I didn’t expect you to show up so soon, I mean, I have this room for the weekend. Ah, hold on, I’ll get the door.”

Spike leaned against the wall as he heard the jingling of keys, then a thud, Sweetie Belle probably dropped them, and then her hoofsteps growing louder as she approached the door. Every step was in perfect sync to his rapidly pounding chest.

Finally the door opened, and the mare of the hour showed her face. Spike flushed immediately at Sweetie Belle’s natural beauty and let out an involuntary sigh of contentment. As per the quota, she wore no makeup whatsoever, and her curly puce hair fell all the way to her shoulder blades. Spike could still remember when her mane was just neck length, back when she was an elementary schooler. Almost a decade later she looked look a million and a half bits. Eh, more like a million and three quarters, and that’s being stingy.

It was what Sweetie was wearing that gave her an element of purity that was hard to find in show business. She filled out that white robe like nobody’s business. It clung to all the right places of her not-too-skinny body while leaving enough for the imagination to wonder what the star singer looked like underneath. Despite Sweetie being a head smaller than Spike, he felt far inferior in her presence. I'm not worthy, o goddess.

Sweetie took ahold of Spike’s hand and lead him inside the suite with a spring in her step. She was so bouncy, which blurred the line between adorable and sexy. “I’m sooo glad you’re here. It can get lonely hiding from the press, you know that? I just got word that they’re swarming the boutique. Oh, poor big sister.” She pouted.

“Rarity works pretty well under stress. I’m sure she can handle them,” Spike said. He didn’t want to focus on the downsides of fame and fortune. Or Rarity. But the upsides of the former were right in front of him. The almost overly shiny and clean penthouse was large enough to hold a rodeo, absolutely littered with couches and cushions, as well as quite possibly the largest radio he’d ever seen. Speaking of, that thing was playing songs from Sweetie’s first album, back when her voice was squeakier. He rather liked this one in particular, and he found himself humming along.

"Well you're a real tough cookie with a long history
of breaking little hearts, like the one in me.
That's okay, let's see how you do it.
Put up your dukes, let's get down to it!"

“Not my finest work, but it’s still catchy as heck, huh?” Sweetie asked, squeezing Spike's hand tighter. She jumped about some more. "It's so energetic, I love it!"

"Hit me with your best shot!
Why don'tcha hit me with your best shot?
Hit me with your best shot!
Fire away!"

She was rubbing her fingers over his scales, tickling his senses and making it difficult to focus on the music. His eyes kept falling on the prize. He didn't want to be rude and tell her to get on with the ritz, but he doubted he would be able to last much longer. He tried to distract his growing libido with the music again.

“Never gonna get it out of my head.” True story. It stuck with him for weeks after it hit the Top Forty. He once had to the change the station three times to hear something else.

“Here, let me help you with that.” Sweetie let go of Spike and bent over to retrieve a small remote.

Spike would have confessed to staring at her rump as she kneeled down. Or maybe she wants me to. Either way...

“Ah, there we are.” She pressed a single button on the remote a few times until the radio switched over to a much more subtle station, this one playing some light jazz. “Throw your coat and take a seat; what’s mine is yours.”

“I daresay I’ll exploit that privilege, m’lady.” Spike pulled off both his coat and his scarf, swung them around in the air and tossed them smoothly onto one of the many footrests. He then flopped onto the couch facing the unlit fireplace. He then remembered what he had occupying one of his arms. He presented both the flowers and the box to Sweetie. “Hey, I brought you these. A successful performance deserves something almost as beautiful as the performer herself." His smile turned sly. "And I figure we may as well piss off the milksuckers trying to starve you to a stick.”

Sweetie started bouncing up and down once again, having to hold her robe against her chest to contain her, um, excitement. “Oh em Celestia! Thank you, thank you so much!” She immediately snagged the bouquet and took a huge bite out of the blue roses. She moaned with delight at the sugary-sweet moist taste. She paused her chewing for a second. “Wait, the blue isn’t toxic, is it?” she asked through a mouthful.

Why would it be? Good question, though. “Not that I know of.”

"Eh." She swallowed the mouthful immediately, then took ahold of the chocolates and opened them up, levitating the lid into the dustbin. She frowned for an instant. “Aw, one of them is missing. Oh well, this is still very generous.” She eyed Spike curiously. “You know why I invited you up here, of course. You didn’t need to flatter me. I was going to sleep with you anyway.”

Wow, somepony's getting assertive. Spike tilted his head and gave a devil may care smirk. “Oh, I know I didn’t. I just really, really wanted to.” He patted the empty area of the couch and beckoned to her. Showtime.

Sweetie returned the smirk and set the chocolates on the glass table. She swayed her hips and her legs over to the couch and relaxed next to Spike, leaning over to rest her chest against his. The knot of her robe began to come loose, and the cloth along with it, revealing a hefty bit more of her cleavage. Spike could tell by the sultry glare in her eyes that he was supposed to stare. Don't mind if I do! The pleasant view of her large breasts intensified the slight yet very apparent sensuality of Sweetie walking her fingers along the exposed V of his chest. She then cupped her hand around his cheek, pulling his face closer to hers. She puckered her lips and brought them against the drake’s muzzle for a kiss.

For several moments, they stayed like that, building each other up through their locked lips, making hardly any sound beyond their occasional breaths. Eventually, Spike’s lizard tongue breached Sweetie’s lips, working its way inside and flicking at her own tongue. She let out a much more audible moan as she raised her tongue to compete with Spike’s, reaching into his mouth. When their tongues united, they relinquished their lips and let their moist appendages embrace. They then parted entirely, leaving nothing but a small trail of saliva between them.

“Jeepers...” whispered Sweetie. She was overwhelmed. She expected a kiss, but not something nearly as passionate as that. “Wow... I just... I wanted to thank you, Spike.”

“Didja now...” Spike replicated her hushed voice as he moved his muzzle against her neck, burying his claws through the curls of her mane. “Thank me for what?”

Spike knew what exactly, but hearing it from her while his lips and tongue teased at her fur made it far sexier. “Thank you for believing in me, along with the rest of the girls... Coming to my rehearsals, giving me pep talks when I had stage fright... Crum, Spike, do you even have to ask? You were- Ah.” She gasped, quickly escalating into a moan when Spike’s lips suckled where her neck met her shoulder. His teeth were threatening to break the skin, making it all the more dangerous and exciting. “You were there from the start, you know? I wouldn’t be nearly as big if it weren’t for your support.” She wrapped Spike up in an impossibly close hug, which he gladly returned. “How could I not repay that?”

Spike chuckled, patting the small of Sweetie’s back. “Yeah, that’s me, the pinnacle of awesome.”

“Are you ever...” She returned to the sugar bowl for second helpings. That kiss didn’t last as long but it was no less sweet. After that, she reluctantly pulled away, though she didn’t bother to cover up her nearly exposed bust. Spike got an eyeful while he could. “Listen, that concert got me all riled and sweaty, and I hate to do this, but you know how Rarity raised me. I gotta wash up.”

Spike understood immediately, just then taking notice of the sweat on Sweetie’s fur, particularly over her cleavage. It made her all the shinier. “Yeah, I know. Hygiene or die, a Carousel Boutique standard. Do what you have to do, I’m not going anywhere.” He sat back and relaxed, enjoying the view of Sweetie taking her curves to the washroom.

She turned around. "Just give me a sec, okay?" she said, motioning for Spike to stay put, like one would to a dog.

The drake shrugged and held his arms out. "Hey, I'll give you all the secs you need."

Sweetie sang with laughter, and kept doing so long after she left the room and closed the washroom door.

This left Spike to his lonesome, feeling like just a speck in the gargantuan penthouse. He settled for remaining on the couch, crossing his legs and popping one of the sweets- “Ooh, toffee!” -into his mouth. He let his natural body heat melt the chocolate before he chewed slowly. He wanted to keep his motions slow to still his rapidly beating heart. Just that kiss alone had sent his blood into a rampage. He could see his chest thumping.

That’s when he slapped himself across the face. He stood and approached the wide window. It took up nearly the entire wall, giving him a bird’s eye view of Ponyville. He could see Twilight’s library clear across town. But he was more focused on his reflection. It gave him a disapproving glare, one that made him feel so embarrassed he didn't even care that the reflection started talking.

“Why are you being such a prude? Come on, Spike. This is what you came here for. You’re not going to ogle Sweetie Belle’s precious treasures and then chicken out on her.”

Spike responded. “Who said I was going to chicken out? I’m just nervous. I always get a little nervous. Any old pony would be nervous.”

“Yeah, but you’re not any old pony, are you? Here’s my advice.” The reflection leaned over and gave him a wily glare. “Sweetie Belle is in the shower right now, completely bare and vulnerable.”

“Could have put it better than that. You say it like I plan on attacking her.”

The reflection didn’t listen. “Odds are she’s thinking of the many ways she’s going to pleasure you for being such a good friend, and how you’ll ravage her in return. More important than that, she’s thinking of you, you stud. How do you think she’ll take to that?”

The artist within Spike drew up a very vivid mental image. Sweetie’s fur and mane clinging to her body in wet mats as the water drenched every inch of her flawless frame. Miniature droplets clinging to her breasts and nethers, others sliding along her curves. He pictures her picturing him, forcing both of her hands to trail down her belly, then reach between her legs, with her fingers breaching her oh sweet Celestia yes.

Spike grinned, then snapped his gaze away from his reflection. By some miracle, he managed to throw off both his V-neck and his jeans in two quick motions. Then, with a very slight moment of hesitation followed by a shrug, off came the black boxer-briefs. “The dragon has left the cave, Sweetie Belle!" he chimed.

Author's Note

Hit Me With Your Best Shot - Pat Benatar

The Shower

Spike mentally asked himself, Since when does a shower have a mirror? Come to think of it, why don’t more showers have mirrors?

He would forever appreciate the view the glass granted him. Across the tile floor, no more than a yard or so yet what may as well have been miles away stood the superstar herself, and her beautiful, fluffy, voluptuous rump, which was all too obscured by drops of water.

He needed a more high definition view of the fields of ass-phodel. He wheeled around. He was already well unsheathed by the idea of being underneath the running water with this beaming beute. Seeing the droplets of water descending her curves, making her fur glisten. That made his dragon emerge further. When she lightly glazed over her rump with a shampoo lathered hand, that made him just plain rigid.

Before he knew it, his desire moved his legs. He stood behind Sweetie and tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey, you.”

She glanced back at him with a smile. “Hey, yourself.” Her eyes darted forward a bit as her smile temporarily dropped. It then turned devious. “Somepony’s feeling a tad eager, aren’t they?” Stretching her arms up to fondle Spike’s spines, which have also become rigid, she starts to grind up against him. Her velvety smooth fur rubbed against his scales. Both their bodies pressed into each other, bringing them past the point of no return.

Smiling wryly, Spike’s claws slid down her backside to Sweetie’s rump. He caught a handful of cheek in a teasing grapple. She took this kindly, and with Spike being a head higher than her, she was easily able to crane her neck and, with her hands on his cheeks, pull him into an upside-down kiss. With the water cascading down their bodies, it reminded Spike of that one scene from Spider Mare, where the hero was snogging Merrymane. That was hot.

But this was even better than a movie. He was enjoying it rather nicely, especially when Sweetie started moaning between touches of lips. His long snaking tongue kept exploring her mouth, and unlike before, she was submissive, leaving her tongue docked, completely at his serpentine mercy. Okay, okay, let’s not get greedy, dude. Much as he loved macro-micro play, that was best kept to his sketchbook.

While his mind was trying to convince himself to go slow, his body had other ideas. His length was sandwiched between Sweetie’s spreading legs. His eyes shot wide open from their concentrated squint when he realized there were fluids upon his drakehood that were definitely not water. His head was already approaching Sweetie’s lower lips, and his presence alone was making her moist. Dripping moist. And he felt the same.

Sweetie’s touch moved lower, way lower, until she was slipping her hand between her legs and grabbing ahold of his shaft. She massaged his head with her palm, mashing in the slick precum. Her skilled fingers went to work quick, her thumb teasing the opening to his head. Then her hand started to focus on the rest of his length. Gripping tightly, her hand slid down slowly. She intensified her grip on the way back up, letting out a heavy breath and grinning maliciously. “You’re mine now,” she hissed.

“I’m not complaaaaaaining...” Spike whispered in mid-stroke. “I love an assertive mare.” He felt a small burst, a miniature wave that relinquished more precum from his throbbing dragon cock.

“Oooooh...” Sweetie cooed as she looked at the fruits of her labors locked between her legs. She took the pre in her fingers and brought it to her lips. She suckled down on her middle digits, sucking them entirely dry. Her pointer was still moist with cum. Before she could lap that up, Spike leaned down and licked away. He did it so innocently yet fearlessly, Sweetie ground her legs together at the sight.

She resumed her stroking, with her giving Spike a little more leeway. He slowly, easily slid his cock back and forth between her legs, which were soaked with her need. When his length extended all the way through, she would pump and jerk him without remorse, and he would eventually retreat, only thrusting forward again to relish the feeling of her juices, fur and squishy skin squeezing him relentlessly.

However, Sweetie’s legs eventually became so soaked in water, nectar and precum that the dragon cock slipped away. It was almost comical when Spike removed his hands from her flanks and proceeded to simply stand there, arms laying at his sides. He shrugged, then touched his own for the heck of it. His cock twitched, as if it were dissatisfied with being unable to finish.

As he watched Sweetie lap up the remainder of their shared fluids, with her reaching between her legs and coating her hand in the stuff before tonguing it away, he couldn’t help but notice how haphazardly her mane was splayed across her face. It was downright unusual to see her this way, without her naturally curly locks laying perfectly on her noggin.

He eyed a convenient bottle of shampoo (Peaches and Cream - Sweeter than a spoonful of sugar!) and picked it up, sauntering towards Sweetie as she eagerly awaited his touch. He squirted a hand’s worth of the shampoo into his hands. The scent of the stuff was overpowering as it foamed up in his palms. Maybe a little too much sugar, he thought. Sweetie was sweeter anyway. It’s time to find out the age old question; is shampooing someone else’s hair sexy?

Reaching out with his hand he laid the palm out over her head, letting the shampoo soak in. Sweetie giggled adorably at his touch, leaning in a little closer so he could get full range of her hair. Okay, so far, so hot. Then he slowly began to scrub, using his claws to tousle her mane and build up more soapy suds. He clutched her locks and ran the suds through them, then wrapped his claws up deep inside and pulled down. The sweet scented solution spread throughout the length of her curls.

“Okay, the answer is yes,” Spike said, responding to his thought. “That is pretty darn sexy.” He then brushed Sweetie’s further wetted mane away from her eyes and kissed her forehead.

She snorted. “What are you, my dad? Get over here.” Sweetie grabbed hold of his neck, bringing Spike in close. Leaning her face into his, their lips met in a passionate kiss. Their hands met elsewhere before going to please each other generously. Spike was greedily massaging one of her breasts, jiggling it around in his hand, while she in turn got ahold of his shaft and tugged along with gusto. They paused their lip play on occasion to take breaths, but they were never apart for long.

“Mmm, yours is good...” Sweetie pulled away from the kiss. Her hand movements started to pump Spike at a much more vigorous, and actually quite violent pace. As Spike’s breath began to quicken, his caresses and squeezes around her breast intensified just the same as her strokes.

Something suddenly rubbed him the wrong way, though it wasn’t the beautiful rockstar in front of him. He stayed her hand and let the building wave within his loins come crashing down.

Sweetie moved her hands up to Spike’s dorsal fins and gave them an affectionate squeeze. That got a slight purr out of him. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

Nothing was wrong. In fact, it was the exact opposite of wrong. To say it was wrong wouldn’t be more wrong. But there was something... unbalanced. Spike mentally chastised himself for letting him be the selfish one here, letting Sweetie do all the work. He kissed her lightly before whispering to her, “I want you to lay down.”

Her face filled with red at that notion, before she touched her own cheek and said, “I’ve never had a dragon tongue between my legs before...” She giggled when Spike gave her a teasing flick of his forked muscle on her snout.

With a bright glow of her horn, Sweetie was enveloped in her light green aura. She leaned to lay on her back, but instead of meeting the floor, she floated gently in midair. She spread her legs wide, and her face flushed as she smiled deviously to the dragon, giving a sly wink. Spike took that as his cue.

He had to get on his knees for his beak to reach her delicate, moistened flower. As Sweetie revealed herself to him, he sighed in awe at how uncannily clean she was, dripping nectar aside. The same couldn’t be said for her inner thighs, which were still mottled with his precum.

His tongue reached out eagerly. The snake like appendage wiggled around the edges of Sweetie’s lower lips. His teasing licks elicited deep gasps and moans of pleasure from her. Circling at the edge of her pussy, he would only slide his tongue against her slit here and there. Not too much to get her off, but just enough to keep her invested. He kept that up for a while. Sweetie’s constant yet varying purrs kept spurring him on, at least until he figured that he played her long enough. Spike grabbed both of her thighs and pushed them out farther so he’d have more room to work with. In one long lick down the length of her vaginal lips, Sweetie moaned much deeper at the gentle yet firm feel of his tongue tweaking her nerves. Seeing that she was enjoying it, he repeated the process, putting more pressure into it. Nodding his head up and down, his tongue followed his movements, lapping up her sweet juices in wake. Now there’s your peaches and cream.

“Aaaaahmm... Spikey Wikey... Mmmmmnn~...” Sweetie rested her hands on her breasts and fondled them, kneading her nipples to harden in between her fingers. “Good boy... so good...” The more ferocious Spike’s tongue lashing became, the more insisting her tweaking grew. She ended up biting her lower lip as the tiny yet numerous currents of pleasure began to build within her.

“All for you.” Spike was also pleasuring himself, playing along with the attention Sweetie was receiving. One hand was stroking his member, keeping his erection up, with the other kneading his mare’s songbird Cutie Mark. He buried his muzzle into her wetness. He tunneled deeper with his tongue, diving into further into her. Sweetie barely held back a moan of delight as her approaching climax overflowed. Still, she struggled to hold herself back, waiting for the perfect moment to let herself go. Unfortunately for her, the dragon tongue was very long and precise, and had already reached many places many of her previous bedfellows never could.

“Ah... Ah! Ah, yes!” Sweetie’s legs began to shake. Her impending release was only moments away. Spike could tell with how much her pink shivered. He started increasing his tongue’s rapid movements to help her along. She’s had a long night. It’s time she was paid in full. He himself was feeling a similar pressure welling up within, threatening to burst forth at any moment. His hand continued to furiously abuse his cock while his tongue did the same for Sweetie’s ever moistening sex. “Yeeesss... Aoohh... Drench me, Spike... Eat me like a diamond!”

She couldn’t take it any more. She needed to cum, cum so bad, and this wasn’t enough. She released her pinching grasp on his breasts, sat up and set her horn alight with aura. It enveloped Spike’s head and pulled him so far, and his tongue with him, lapping at every inch of her insides making her wetter than the rest of her body forcing her to drain like a waterfall all over his face cumming all over the tile floor cumming so good so good!

“Aaaaaaaah!” she cried out, grinding herself against Spike’s snout like he were her own personal vibrator. “I’m there, Spike! I’m... I’m... Aaaah... Ah, Celestia...” She milked her orgasm for all it was worth, continuing her thrusting and her constant moaning until she was completely and utterly satisfied.

As was Spike. Sweetie’s ongoing thrashing and her beautiful song echoing off the washroom walls was more than enough to push him over the edge and break. His cock burst, sending a powerful jet of draconic seed onto the tile and mixing in with the drainage of the water. He kept on bursting, feeling the same wave of pleasure soaring from his groin to his mind and across the rest of his body, until he was only dripping. He sighed into Sweetie’s wetness before politely excusing himself from her nethers, though he took plenty of her moisture with him. He cleared his throat as he wiped his lips clean.

It’s always the post-coitus that makes you realize just how filthy that whole deal was. Way to go, Spike. Despite that, the drake didn’t regret doing this. He felt more blissful than ever. Even though he didn’t quite get the opportunity to have Sweetie, these events gave him something to look forward to over the course of what was promising to be a very, very fun and cathartic weekend.

Sweetie brought her legs back together, wiggling her rump ever so adorably. She beckoned to Spike with a single finger, a ‘come hither’ smile on her muzzle. He happily concurred. He moved up to Sweetie as she lowered her legs and splayed herself across the floor. Her breasts her flattened across her chest as Spike pressed up against her, pulling her back in for a much more intimate kiss, one that lasted a good minute. He almost wished it could have gone on like that for the remainder of the night.

“Did I live up to your expectations, my handsome dragon?” Sweetie asked, playing with Spike’s fins again. “Was this not a brilliant idea?”

Spike nuzzled into Sweetie’s shoulder, pestering her with small and tickling kisses. “Every bit as epic as I dreamed it would be.” He finished with one small peck on her snout. “You’re such a good tease.”

“Because I can deliver.” Sweetie snapped her fingers, turning the nozzle to the off position and ending their shower for two. She then looked to him with her naughtiest expression of the night. “And there is a lot more where that came from...”

“Phrasing, boom!” Spike yelled.

Author's Note

We're not done here.

The Art

“Okay, we have... Three ounces of tomato juice, one-point-five of Neighberian vodka, half of... where is that... Aha! Lemon. Perfect.”

Spike emptied more or less the entire upper shelf of the fridge and laid the stuff out on the counter. He then wheeled back around and took ahold of a glass, the largest one he could find. “See, this is only a recipe for one, but I figured we could share it.”

“Ah, wonderful idea!” Sweetie Belle chirped with a twirl. She made a ballerina leap from her currently occupied couch and onto the adjacent one. “Romantic and clever like the drake himself.” She then jumped and deliberately fell onto her back, relaxing her hands on the back of her head.

Spike couldn’t help but find that irresistibly cute, and on top of that, drop dead sexy, especially when she was rocking that white lingerie. Her bra held her puppies tight, though with just enough leeway for a bit of bounce. Her panties were fairly revealing, thin around the waist and sported with purple frills. All of that was mysteriously covered by a translucent blouse. The whole outfit was just so her. Of course, Spike knew it would suit her; he made it.

“So, do you like the duds?” he asked.

Sweetie nodded and sat back up, pulling the blouse back onto her shoulder. “Heck yeah. This might just be the best underwear I’ve ever worn.” She blushed and giggled. “Not that I wear much underwear these days...”

“You’re just sayin’ that.”

She then leaned forward, plumping her breasts up by her arms. “No, I’m serious. It’s like I’m wearing nothing at all.”

That last part ringed in Spike’s ears. Nothing at all. NOTHING AT ALL.

Stupid sexy Sweetie Belle, can I have a straight up talk with her without getting a rager? But he couldn’t really count himself above her level. Every time he looked at her she was staring at him with youthful lust. To be fair, though, he was going bare. What was the point in wearing underdrawers if he was just going to take them off again? Or have them forced off?

He gave Sweetie a point of the finger and a click of the tongue, then poured the tomato juice into the glass. He squeezed a bit of juice out of the lemon, mixed in the vodka and mixed it together with a spoon. “Now take a look at this. I can mix a bloody mary fiercer than—”

“Bloody Mary?” Sweetie interjected. “Have you ever been to her bar in Trottingham? The cherry schnapps are to die for.”

Spike’s scales went red. He remembered the last two times he stepped into The Limey Glade for a drink. He just wanted a gin and tonic the first time, a margarita the second, and ended up having far more than he bargained for. “I’ll tell you what, or in this case, who is to die for, and that is the son of the Bloody Mary.”

Sweetie’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates. “Holy crepes, you did not...”

“Who do you think taught me how to mix like an effing beast? Bam!” Spike added a dash of pepper sauce to the drink, then started to stir it all in with the celery stalk. “I’ll tell you this much, if you want some hardcore twink action, you should hit Pipsqueak up. That kid has energy to spare, and, uh, hold on...” He set the glass down, then counted his fingers one by one. He had to pause for a moment and think about whether a certain, rather unforgivable act qualified, but he figured if they both got off on it, it counted. In the end he was holding up nine fingers.

Sweetie was having difficulty picking her jaw off the floor. “That many... Without stopping?”

Spike shrugged. “It would have been a solid ten, but the poor twink was so drunk he fell asleep in the middle of giving me head. I mean, granted, I still finished, but...” He finally gave the bloody mary a test swig, and while it definitely didn’t outdo Pipsqueak’s blend, lacking the same subtle sweetness and zip, it was still a respectable drink, and definitely good for warming up for what was bound to transpire. “Is that how you serve alcohol, Spike?” The drake turned to his reflection in the window. “Yes it is, Other Spike, yes it is.”

With that, he bounded away from the kitchen platform back into the living room where the sultry Sweetie Belle sat, eagerly awaiting a taste of the stuff. He sat across from her and handed her the glass.

“So tell me the dirty details. How did you get the little limey in the bedroom?” she asked before taking a rather greedy sip of the red beverage. “Oooh, that is good!”

Spike’s blush kept returning with a vengeance. “Well, let’s see... I was in Trottingham, obviously.”

“That’s an odd place to find yourself.”

He shrugged. “It was for the best that I took a little vacation, and I decided to pick someplace grey and rainy. Hey, could I?” He beckoned for the bloody mary. Sweetie handed him the glass back and he had another swig, this one a bit more hefty. He exhaled as the glass fell back from his lips. He wiped a dribble of red off his chin, realizing that he’d drained nearly half the glass in a single go.

Sweetie laughed at that. “Thank Celestia dragons can burn through alcohol. It must take you, what, thirty shots to get spitfaced?”

“Yeah, but that’s more or less what happened with Pipsqueak. I kept ordering drinks and he kept ‘em coming without question. Needless to say, I was open to pretty much any idea by the time I was seeing three of the squeaker. The little charmer took me to a seedy hotel, don’t even remember the name of the place...” Spike rubbed his temples. While the memories were dirty and kind of a blur, he could still remember the good parts well enough. He was at least tipsy enough to not care about the embarrassment of sharing his drunken romp. “We stripped down together while we had a tongue war. Pip hadn’t even pulled his shirt off before I went down on him.”

Sweetie was leaning over, listening very intently. “How big was he?”

Spike racked his brain and created a rough measurement with his fingers, roughly six inches. “Decent enough for a horse. Dragon cocks aren’t nearly as thick.” When Sweetie tilted her head, he followed up with, “Uh, Twilight did some comparisons.” She tilted her head some more, smiling sinisterly. “It was for her biology studies.” And nothing else, he tried to convince himself.

Sweetie stopped with the head tilting and went back to being cute. “So what happened next? This is hot.”

“After I got him all lathered up, we dry humped for a while, you know, chest to chest. Things really got heated when he arched his back and started to stroke me. That was the first time I came, and I honestly think this was one of the sauciest things I’ve ever seen, he licked it all off my chest like it was yogurt or something. Then he kissed me.”

The red on Sweetie’s face was much more noticeable with her white fur. “With your spunk in his mouth?”

“Yup.”

She pursed her lips as she brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Jeepers...” She took another swig of alcohol.

Spike’s arousal was very, very visible, but he didn’t care much. He was smiling goofily as he recalled what happened next. “That’s when I turned around on him and we traded blows until our mouths were all good and full. I think that went on for about a half hour. I do recall that Pip choked on me, just for an instant. While he recovered, laying on his stomach, I gave him a massage.”

“On his back, huh?” Sweetie looked like an evil villain with her hands clasped beneath her chin. “Little details, hon. Was he a moaner?”

“You’d expect him to be a squeaker, right? But yeah, he moaned. Eventually, my hands got all naughty and I started massaging his flanks. They were very feminine and mare-ish. I kneaded his wine glass cutie mark, then slowly eased him into position...”

Sweetie snickered and sipped again. “I think I can figure out the rest from there.” She swirled the remains of the bloody mary in the bottom of the glass. “Why don’t you have the rest?” She held it up to Spike’s beak. He leaned in, wrapping his lips around the rim. Sweetie tilted the glass and he chugged down the rest. With the glass set aside, she got off her chest and sat back up.

“So, yeah, that’s how the infamous sexual orientation fiasco began. That was a whole month of muscle shirts, leather pants and Hoity Toity magazines. Twilight and I had to have a serious talk when I started wearing collars.” Spike felt nervously for his neck.

“I think collars are pretty cool,” Sweetie said with a sitting hop.

Spike coughed and half whispered, “They were studded...”

“Oooh.” That looked physically painful for her. “So, hopped out of the wrong closet, didja?”

“I don’t even like muscle shirts! It was after I scored backstage passes to Vinyl Scratch’s Feelin’ The Wub tour and got ridden like an effin’ buffalo for twelve hours that I realized that I play for both hoofball teams. That’s when Twilight figured out that dragon sexuality is a little more... open.”

“Speaking of open,” said Sweetie, “I appreciate you being so open with me in all of this. There’s nothing sweeter than an honest fella.”

There goes the heartwarming, Spike thought, feeling a rise in his chest. “Well, sex is an art form, like painting, or fashion, or singing, or hello beautiful bouncing breasts what are you doing Sweetie?”

The young teen idol was leaning back against the couch. Her blouse had fallen from her shoulders down to her arms, which were panning up to her chest. Her hands were playing with the clasp. Spike knew bras that unclasped from the front were in high demand, not to mention they were just plain practical, especially if the wearer was stripping down.

With a highly anticipated, satisfying click, the bra came undone, hanging limp across Sweetie’s marshmallows of joy. They bounced slightly upon release, the up and down motion and slight jiggle mesmerizing Spike. The dragon couldn’t look away, and he probably would have snapped his neck if he tried.

Throwing off the bra, Sweetie scrunched up her arms to press her breasts up together, giving Spike an up close and personal view of her exposed and plump cleavage. “If sex is an art form, then let’s create!”

“You sound like Rarity...” Spike muttered. Suddenly he lost his arousal and involuntarily looked away from the breasts before him. The normally bright and luxurious suite felt dimmer, for some reason.

“Spike...” The touch of white fingers on his cheek snapped him out of it.

“It’s nothing. Come here.” He raised his own hands to Sweetie’s face and brought her in close. Their lips touched. It wasn’t a fierce battle of spit and tongue, nor was there moaning or heavy breathing. There were only lips. The touch of a young, vibrant sprite such as her was enough to bring him back to full fluster, and he went erect again in just an instant.

While their lips remained locked, Sweetie pulled off the rest of the blouse, leaving her upper body completely exposed and bare. “You can touch my breasts if you want, Spike,” she said.

“Oh, I want.” Spike eagerly licked his lips with his long dragon tongue, like he was about to dig right in to some sugary sweets. He grasped her right mound with his palm and sunk his claws in. He carefully pinched the nipple there while doing a circular squeezing motion with the rest of his hand. Pulling on her nipple teasingly, he smiled at the deep moan Sweetie let out. His thumb tweaked it back and forth for emphasis. “This is gonna sound odd, but if you ever have foals, they won’t have any shortage of food.”

She let out an endearing giggle. “Complement accepted. Why don’tcha have a taste test?”

Like out of a bad porno. Regardless, Spike took advantage of that offer. While his hand was teasing at the areolas of Sweetie’s breast, he pressed his snout against the other and nuzzled it affectionately. He lapped at the closely groomed fur of her breast with small, wet licks and kisses.

After a few minutes of attentions, squeezes and nuzzles, he pulled away from the marshmallow and said, “Purr for me, okay?”

“Nya,” Sweetie muttered. She did just as he requested when he graced her nipple with his lips and kissed it. He traced the tiny erect bumps around the point, enjoying every little tickle on his tongue. She tasted like sweat and... peaches. Of course.

Growing bolder, he decided to add his teeth to the equation. Starting around the nipple he began to rest his fangs on her fur. Tracing them along the edge of her nipple, he started to move in closer in tight pinches of his teeth, eliciting louder cat-like noises from Sweetie. He took care to not break the skin. The last thing he wanted in this equation was blood.

While his teeth were gracing her with gentle bites, his other hand was fast at work. Past the cute stage of playing with her tit, his hand was groping at her, with his fingers stretched as wide as they could go. Squeezing, pulling, grabbing, it was all motions in the game of foreplay before the real fun could begin.

“Mrrrawr... Your tongue...” Sweetie was so lost in the little bubbles of pleasure expanding in her mind that gravity started to take its toll on her. She collapsed onto her back and let the feasting drake overcome her entirely. Spike crawled over her and, with a delighted wag of his scaled tail, fastened his lips around her nipple and pulled. “Gentle, gentle...” Sweetie whispered, coaxing Spike to relax with a brush over his solid spines.

He kissed the nipple once again before his head left the breast alone entirely, at least for a moment. With both of his hands pawing at her wonders, he buried his face in the cleavage, shaking himself about vigorously and humming. Sweetie could feel every vibration of his voice throughout her chest, tickling both her arousal and her laughter at once.

“Wow, haha...” Sweetie tweaked her rock solid nipples and gasped at the sensation. She met Spike’s hands midway down the curves of her breasts and held them, interlacing her fingers with his. “How can you do that? With your fingers, and the...” She flushed furiously. “It’s so good.”

Spike wiggled his claws in front of Sweetie’s face. “I’m a pianist, Sweets. I’ve got magic hands.” He kissed her on the tip of her muzzle and ran his claws through her mane for emphasis. “I have you to thank for that. When I heard you sing for the first time at your middle school graduation, I told myself, ‘I’m gonna play music to that mare someday’.” He chuckled. “Never thought I’d be making love to her too.”

Sweetie reciprocated the chuckle. “Oh, so that’s what we’ve been doing this whole time? I thought we were, hmm,” a mock pout and a finger on her lips, “what’s the word I’m looking for?” She snapped her fingers. “Help me out.”

“Fucking?”

“Yeah, that’s it.” Spike was looming over her like a cloud. She embraced him, rubbing her fingers across his scales and slowly sliding them downwards. Soon, she was groping his toned thighs. “When were we suddenly making love?”

Spike’s hands were on her legs as well, though they were moving upward, with him slipping his thumbs underneath the lace of her panties. “Well, the line between making love and, well, fucking,” he put particular emphasis on that last one while he began to slide the silky cloth down Sweetie’s legs, “is pretty darn blurry, but I’d say we crossed over after we started sharing beverages.” He loved how the panties were reluctant to come off around her nethers. She was already so moist. “But it’s up to interpretation, I mean, fucking doesn’t usually involve much kissing, we’ve been doing a lot of that, and speaking of...” He gestured to himself with his digits.

Sweetie responded by pushing herself forward against Spike. This was the full package, with their tongues wrapping around each other, fluctuating in gaining territory, with one bowing to the other on occasion. Taking a moment, Sweetie licked at Spike’s cheek and lips before going in for more.

Slowly yet surely, Spike did away with her panties from her upper legs. He leaned up and broke the kiss, ready to remove the cloth entirely. He moved Sweetie’s legs to point straight upwards. It would have taken a quick, clean sweep to render her entirely bare, but he preferred to play the waiting game, which would make it all the, well, sweeter in the long run. He nuzzled her thigh and ankle as he very gradually slid the panties along. Her legs practically went on for miles, with a perfect blend of squeezable fluff and slender, modelesque appeal. When the panties finally left all contact with Sweetie, Spike took in the cute and cuddly sight of the naked and nubile starlet before him. She was just as stunning here as she was drenched in water, if not even more so with her mane styled to perfection and her curves unobscured by steam.

Spike kissed and licked her hooves and elicited laughter from the starlet. Her hooves were smooth and very, very clean, as he expected, a nice contrast from the wear and tear on Caramel’s hooves. “Caramel spends a lot of time working the farm with Big Mac. He wasn’t nearly as groomed as you are.”

Pausing from her high pitched laughs, Sweetie said, “Some like it dirty.” She giggled again, with her breasts jiggling from every chirp.

“Yeah, well...” Spike leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I like it sweet.” His inner conscious groaned. Cornyyyyy, it said, but Sweetie was eating it right up. With her hands at her sides and Spike’s grappling the couch, he began to grind up against her freshly exposed slit. His ribbed length pressed into her flower.

Sweetie tensed up, with the light, teasing sensations in her loins growing by the instant. “Mmmrah... This is going to be good, I can tell.”

“Come on, come on...” Spike repeated under his breath. He was so pumped for what was to come (Phrasing, said his brain) that he was having an unfortunate amount of difficulty lining himself up.

Sweetie’s fingers were pressing into his scales, in a comforting, reassuring sort of way. “Mmm, take your time, Spikey Wikey, we have all night.”

“I don’t want to keep you waiting,” he said.

Sweetie giggled again. “Your thick dragon cock is sooo worth the wait.” She pressed her lower lips against said cock to emphasize her words. “Take as long as you need, just pleeease promise you’ll give it to me...”

The drake adjusted himself. This time, he was certain he had his tip firm directed towards its destination. “I always keep my promises...” He slowly thrust his pelvis forward, and his head pierced Sweetie’s lips.

“Yes, yesss, that’s it.” She was straight up thrusting her hips forward at this point. Her body was desperate for dragon seed, and she obviously couldn’t hold it back any longer. Her mind said patience, but her body demanded Spike. And from the small taste she was just receiving, she was really looking forward to the main event.

Spike cast himself forward and inside Sweetie.

“Mmmm...” she moaned. Her fingers scraped at Spike and her legs twitched. It was good. So good. Spike had her glistening, youthful lips wrapped around him, and those lips were just begging for more. “You’re so warm...” That’s all she could say before her words were lost to heavy breaths. Spike could feel them on his face.

With one last nod, he spread his legs ever so slightly and rested his hands right next to Sweetie’s head. He graced her cheek, just for the sake of comfort. Though he was about to make her feel even better. “We’re going to take this nice and slow, okay?”

Sweetie gave a moan of approval. That was Spike’s green light. He thrust all the way inside, down to the end of his shaft. Slowly, of course. By the time he reached his length, Sweetie’s fingers were completely dug into his shoulders, just about to break the skin. As he pulled out part-way, he took ahold of one of her hands and pressed his muzzle to it, like a gentlecolt acquainting with royalty. You know, while I fuck her. Hands went back into position, and Spike followed up with another thrust.

“Oh, Celestia...”

Spike couldn’t tell if she was calling out because he was actually making her up something good, or she was fantasizing about the eloquent sun goddess herself, and if the latter was the case, he seriously couldn’t blame her.

Sweetie rolled her hips, swallowing Spike further within her, whist crossing her lower legs. She had him more or less locked in. But he wasn’t complaining. He thrust again. This felt right. It was dirty, irresponsible, and he was pretty sure that if somepony were to catch them in the act, the entire ordeal would end up all over the papers. Two musicians fucking in a penthouse suite. "What, you’ve never been?" Spike imagined himself asking the first razzi to berate him on it. Yet, despite being dirty and irresponsible, there was a subtle, yet simultaneously very blatant beauty to all of this. It was something that he couldn’t quite put into words, mostly because those words would have been garbled by heavy panting. He thrust into Sweetie again, making her gasp and exhale humming.

He had to keep pausing to slow down. “Reality doesn’t work like in pornography, Spike,” Twilight had told him. “Thrusting like a piston doesn’t get the job done, especially when it’s a very intimate encounter. Remember: sex is art, but it’s a joint effort. Now, could you pass the grapeseed oil? Let’s try something else...” And he locked that thought away. For real this time.

Despite that, Spike couldn’t see any reason not to kick things up a notch; he wouldn’t go faster, he’d just be stronger. As he continued casting into Sweetie and she rolled against him, he brushed his hands very slowly down her chest, massaging her belly for good measure, and ended that little journey at her songbird mark. Like in the shower, he kneaded the fluff and chub of her bum, then, with full control over her lower body, he rocked into her with far more power.

“Maaa.... Yes, yeessss... Aaagh...” Sweetie’s nectar began to pour out, coating Spike’s cock in more natural lubricant. It tickled at his skin and spurred him on. He wanted his entire length drenched in that stuff. And so did she. Her entire world was moving, her mind felt numb, and her sweating body felt amazing. After all this, she couldn’t hold back. With one final push of her nethers against Spike, she poured out for him, coming at a relaxed yet nearly overwhelming force.

Spike took notice of this, with her flush expression and heavy, blissful sighs, and immediately forgot about his own building orgasm. He stopped his thrusting while he was still well inside her.

Sweetie immediately brought herself forward. She rested her hands on Spike’s chest and rocked her hips again. “No, don’t stop... I want to feel that again.”

She kissed him, and he gratefully returned the favor. “Was I that good?” Spike asked. He smiled broadly at her touch on his chest. It was comforting, in a way. And he worked for months to get that figure. It was starting to pay off.

“You were so, so good, but I’m not done.” Sweetie’s hands had an ulterior motive. She shoved Spike onto his back. One bounce later, she was atop him, dominating just as he was before. She pressed her snout against his, giving off a serious ‘I own you’ vibe. “Besides, I need you to come.” Her touch went from Spike’s chest to her own, giving a little tug on her nibbles for the sake of restimulation. With a tight pinch, as well as slide downwards for a little rub of her clitoris, she was ready to go.

Spike crossed his arms behind his head, relaxing like a true king of leisure. “I can’t believe how lucky I am sometimes...”

The beautiful starlet was kissing his cock with her lower lips, giving it a fresh coating of her love juices. She rose her hips ever so slightly, allowing his cock to spread her open once again. She rolled her hips like a wheel and lodged him inside, then rose up again. The slightest whispers of a moan passed her lips, with her eyes fluttering and her cheeks red like a bloody mary.

Sweetie started the pace of gentle bounces and rocking of her wide hips. Her breasts bounced each time she went down on Spike. Once again, he found himself mesmerized by their attractive movements, it was like watching the tide on a beach. In tune with her rocking were the small moans escaping her. Each one rose in volume as her pace quickened. “Jeepers, Spike... Aaaah... You make your own luck...”

Obviously, being the king of leisure wasn’t all it was chocked up to be. Still in his relaxed pose, Spike joined in as well. With a satisfied smirk on his face his hips followed the opposite motion of hers. He thrusted into her when she fell onto him, and vice versa each time she went up. It was a beautiful pattern of gasps, moans and grunts, the latter mostly from Spike. “Sex is art, and this is one hell of a- Hrrgh, landscape!” he shouted between thrusts.

Sweetie’s laughter was even more heavenly and infectious than her moaning. Both the drake and the mare laughed through their humping, filling their hearts with warmth. Of course, Spike’s moistened reptilian shaft was red hot.

Laying her bare, sweaty, vibrating body over Spike’s, Sweetie whispered to him, “Couldja do something for me?” She rolled back and paused with her hip dropping, leaving her walls to squeeze down on the head of his cock. “I want you...”

Spike tilted his head. “Eh?”

“...to pull my mane.”

“Oh.” The idea of rough play wasn’t part of Spike’s repertoire of key moves. “I, uh, don’t want to hurt you.”

Her hands cupped around his cheeks. “That’s kinda the point, silly...” She paused to moan as she dropped her hips once again. “Pleeeeease pull my mane. It’ll hurt, but in a good way.” Her rocking of her hips resumed at full force, as if she never stopped.

Well, she asked for it. Reaching out with a hesitant claw, he grabbed a handful of her beautiful curls. Not knowing what else to do, he simply went with the approach of tugging it.

“Raaagh... That’s it...” Sweetie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her hips got more physical in their grinding against Spike’s pelvis. He began to get more comfortable in their momentum as he pulled her hair harder. It was like winding up a lawnmower; the harder he tugged, the faster Sweetie’s motor, er, vagina pumped against his cock, until her lower regions were nothing but a blur and her cries of sweet pain were indistinguishable from utter euphoria.

Spike felt a familiar lurch. It was like a sudden stop to a carriage ride when all of ones organs, just for a moment, are airborne. And he felt like he was going to effing fly. “Agh, gonna lose it...” Sweetie was riding too loud and furious, she didn’t hear him. “Gonna cum, dude...”

She didn’t halt, but she slowed down as she put her hands back on his chest. Her walls were getting tighter around him by the second. “Yes, Spike... Don’t hold anything back.” She pressed herself ever closer, with her lips just inches away from his. She smelled of sweat now more than peaches, but there was no waft of shame. She wanted this bad, so bad.

Spike retired his arms from their lax position and slammed them to Sweetie’s rump, faster than he intended. A piercing slap rended the air. Spike’s eyes bugged out when he realized he just spanked a girl. What’s more, she liked it. “AH! Oh, fuck yeah!” she cried.

Her hips dropped one last time. She impaled herself on Spike, and her walls clenched around him, squeezing the hell, and orgasm, out of him. At the same time, Spike’s felt every bit of his nethers rupture, from his pelvis, to his dragon eggs, the base of his cock to the head. Every wonderful, blissful emotion possible, like the first bite into a roasted quartz, or the smell of a bakery on quiet afternoon, or putting on a new leather jacket; he felt all of those at once, escalated to the fourth, no, fifth power.

Spike laid his head back, closed his eyes, and came like a torrent. His hot, fresh, white seed emptied into Sweetie, slathering her insides and draining out around the length of his throbbing cock. She moaned deeply and hummed at the wonderful, unique sensation, with her hands on her rosy cheeks. Such a sweet liquid filling her up. No matter how hot it was, it still cooled her thermic insides and, just for an instant, she thought she saw Nirvana. She dragged her fingers down her cheeks, sighing as her glazed eyes panned to the ceiling. “Aaaw, fuck yeeeah...” she said again.

“Fuck yeah, indeed,” Spike muttered. He joined Sweetie’s hands on her cheeks and brought her in closer than ever for the most passionate kiss of the weekend, while his ongoing orgasm continued to ravage her. He was well into his second wave, with his third fast approaching. He hissed into Sweetie’s mouth when it overwhelmed him. “Mmm... That’s what I call a masterpiece. Put it in a museum.”

Sweetie shut him up with a finger to his lips. “No fluffing way, Spikey Wikey, I want you all to myself. At least for the rest of the weekend.”

The small, fourth wave came, but Spike didn’t feel it. He didn’t feel much of anything. His stomach twisted, and not in a good way. “Spikey Wikey...” It didn’t feel good to say, not in the slightest.

Sweetie blinked and caressed one of Spike’s dorsal fins. “Is something wrong? Did I screw up?”

Spike forced himself back into the present. He decided to lay on the sap, walking two fingers up her breast, along the nape of her neck and brushing her chin. A classic movie act. “Couldn’t be more wrong, Sweetie. You were amazing.”

A sigh of relief and serenity later, Sweetie removed herself from Spike and snuggled up to his side. He could tell by her biting of her lip and her fast inhaling that she was just barely staving off the urge to beg him back inside her. But Spike noticed something else about her as she nibbled on his dorsal fin like a kitty, and that was the exhaustion in her lovely eyes. He brushed a stray lock of her very disheveled mane aside. “Feeling a little sleepy there?”

It took her a few seconds to nod. She looked over Spike’s chest to the tableside clock. “It is really late...” Spike took a look at the digital numbers too. It was well past one in the morning. He leaned his head back, taking notice of the princess size bed set up against the wall length window.

“Well, nothing good happens after two,” he said. Sweetie moved her arm away from Spike as he sat up on the couch, swung his leg over and stood, suddenly losing sensation in his leg. “Woah, cramp!” All that riding on Sweetie’s part messed him up a little. He stumbled about a little, before catching himself and standing upright. It looked a little humorous with him sporting a partial. Still, he kept his cool, pointing to the bed behind him. “Comin’ to bed, Sweets?” He scratched the back of his head meekly. “I, uh, sorta want to cuddle.”

Sweetie’s exhausted eyes also carried a hint of longing for such a thing. She tried to get herself up but ended up falling right back where she laid. “Huff.” She reached out for Spike like a damsel to her prince charming in shining armor. “Carry me?”

And, much like prince charming in shining armor, he was never one to deny a fair lady (Or radical dude) such an endearing request. He kneeled to her and reached underneath her upper back and rump, putting his muscles to use and lifting her off the couch. She rested her head against his chest. She pressed her palm into it, chuckling sleepily. “Mmm, your chest is warm. Can I use it as a pillow?”

He tousled her mane. “Do whatever you want with me, Sweets. You don’t even have to wake me up.”

All too soon, their dramatic journey to the bed came to an end. Spike rested Sweetie down on the side that looked a little more comfortable, and he crawled over her to settle in on the other side. It was darn lucky that the blankets weren’t already up; it would have been easier to just fall asleep on top of them. Like a gentledrake once again, Spike pulled the covers over Sweetie, with her snuggling in like a little sleepy child. Despite her incredible body and a rampant sexual aura hiding it from sight, he could still sense the chipper, squeaky Cutie Mark Crusader within her. While that thought was a little unorthodox, he was sure he would just see the sexual part of her again in the morning.

Regardless, he still felt inclined to cross his arms around her belly and press himself up against her smooth back. It wasn’t sexy. It definitely was intimate. But more than anything else, it was right. The rise and fall of Sweetie’s chest as she drifted away from him into Luna’s dreamland, Ponyville absolutely silent beneath them, the ravenous, dirty pleasures of sex still looming in their minds... It was just right.

A smug grin crossed Spike’s beak. Crap. This is the part where I start falling in love with her.

The Pool

Like any good love story that pauses on a romantic note, or a sexual one, or an incredibly raunchy, overwhelmingly orgasmic one, which just so happened to be the note of last night’s activities, there always has to be the cliche of the two lovebirds embracing on a sunny morning. That was no different for Spike and Sweetie Belle. In the heat of the night, one of them, they never found out who, had kicked the blankets away, leaving them both stark naked and completely uncovered, yet entirely peaceful, locked a beautiful embrace that every hopeless romantic would envy.

Sweetie was laid bare on her stomach across Spike’s chest. The resonating heat from his draconic innards warmed her body to comfort. It was better than any blanket. Her legs were spread wide, with her nethers sandwiching Spike’s flaccid yet still moist dragon cock. And, of course, her arms were tightly swathed around her lover’s neck.

Spike’s sleeping form was far less refined and sexy. To say it was eloquent was a blatant lie, with his arms broad out across the width of the bed, with his legs bent and his head awkwardly tilted diagonally. His mouth was open, and he was snoring. It was about as quiet as a turbine. All it took was a ray of sunlight across his eyes to force him awake.

“Woah, hey, tone it down, Celestia...” he groaned. “Spikey Wikey still needs to recharge his batteries...” Licking a tongue over his dry lips, Spike opened his eyes. And immediately shut them afterwards, hissing at the blinding light. “Mmmrahgl... At least put some shades over the sun,” he muttered, risking to peek from beneath his closed eyelids again. He blinked a few times, forcing himself to adapt to the light, then finally yawned deeply with a stretch. Several cracks and pops of joints having settled in the wrong place during the night and realigning were heard from his body. Particularly one echoing off his back. “Ah, that’s the stuff.”

With a final crack of his neck and sigh of relief, Spike glanced down at the stunning starlet wrapped around his torso. He had a moment of clarity; moving now to possibly raid the fridge or mix another beverage would rouse her from her picture perfect posture. Which was a major shame for him, because a serious jones for a sapphire cocktail was rending his mind. He settled for stroking Sweetie’s mane, then leaning down to kiss her on the forehead.

“Good morning, my little rockstar,” he chirped. All Sweetie gave as a response was a sleepy moan.

Spike decided to take on his ‘king of leisure’ pose again, and he just decided to enjoy the moment for what it was. This was life. This was the life. A wonderful romp with many of Equestria’s hottest mares and stallions was just another night for him, and he was okay with that. He never took such carnal pleasures for granted. Sex was art, and he had a fine appreciation for the arts. That was one of the many reasons he was so smitten with Sweetie Belle. And it was one of the reasons why he carefully leaned over, ever so cautious not to wake her, and opened the bedside table drawers, searching for a... “Ah, there you are.”

He triumphantly held the sketchpad and mechanical pencil over his head like the hero character in The Tales of Serena. Thank Luna, there was still lead in the pencil. With a click and a fresh sheet of blank paper, he got to work.

Some time passed as the sun grew a little further from the horizon. Sweetie Belle rustled a little, singing indecipherable lyrics to a rhythmless song under her breath, before her eyes dragged open. “Mmm... turn off the alarm clock... Rarity, I don’t wanna... it’s the last day of school.”

Snap. The lead broke off the pencil, leaving a nasty stain of black on an otherwise flawless picture. Spike sighed and rubbed his forehead, then caressed Sweetie again.

“Whatcha drawin’?” she asked. Although, with her just coming out of the dreamscape, it sounded more like, “Whhddrgh drraawn?” Spike understood it based on context alone.

“Have a look-see,” he said. He flipped the sketchpad around to face his sleepy mare.

She took a moment to register what was in front of her on account of her eyes still waking up, along with the rest of her, but a delayed smile came her way. “Aw, that’s beautiful.” She then pouted her lips. “But is my bum really that large?”

Spike smirked. He set the pencil in the drawer and closed it, then dropped the sketchpad on the bed. The erotic picture of Sweetie Belle was very visible. That gave him a good visual for later use. He continued talking as he grabbed Sweetie’s shoulder and slowly slid along her back to delicious rump. “I’m gonna take a page out of Applejack’s book and be entirely honest with you,” he said. He gave Sweetie a firm grab; not quite a spank, but it make her gasp regardless. Now that he knew she liked pain, after the mane pulling from last night, he was willing to work her a bit harder. “You have a huge, breathtaking, spectacular heiney.” He rubbed into the that patch of fur, drawing out Sweetie’s pleasured gasps. “I mean, that thing is good. I wanna be friends with it.”

She was blushing furiously while she held a heartened smile. She closed her eyes and hummed into Spike’s lower stomach. “Mmm... It is good... Keep doing that...”

Her cooing acted as a radar. Spike knew that if her cooing intensified in pitch, he was just another grab closer to reaching her sensitive spot, the one place that would make her utterly surrender to him. Everypony has one. He remembered Pipsqueak’s was just up and left of where his neck met his muzzle. It was like making a puppy shake its leg. And speaking of puppies, Spike let out a doggish growl in response to Sweetie’s little noises, contrasting her feminine submissiveness to his draconic influence.

“Hey, didja know,” Spike said, with his touch moving dangerous inward, “that I have a huge hoard?”

Sweetie lifted her head, giving him a curious glance before looking down. She caught a view of him. While he had described his penis as humble in comparison to an equine’s, it was still in the top ten of Sweetie Belle’s book. She loved how the ribs felt on her palm as she stroked it. She felt a little bit wetter when she remembered how warm and enticing it felt inside her clam. “Yeah, it is huge...”

Spike wasn’t using play-on words. He stopped with his foreplay and said, “Uh, thank you... But the hoard is not my junk.”

“Oh?” Sweetie sat up, removing the last of the blankets that covered her legs. She posed like a swimsuit model, with one arm across her hip. The other was still playing with Spike’s hoard, which was still not a euphemism, so she tried to stop calling it that in her head. “So, you’re talking about actual dragon hoards? With, like, gems and gold and necklaces and a bunch of other shiny things?” She wasn’t selfish or greedy, but the thought of such a beautiful trove made her hand accelerate on Spike.

The drake smirked, spreading his legs to give her a little more room to work with. She leaned down and put both of her hands into the mix. “Pretty much Hay-Z’s wet dream,” he said. “But I was referring to a different sort of hoard.”

Sweetie let out an “Oooh,” as she massaged Spike’s testicles. She treated her nut rub like she was making a pastry, lightly clasping and palming the bread. She dabbled her fingers in Spike’s precum, doing away with friction and making her strokes all the faster. “Like, a hoard of woman and dudes? So many ponies wanting to get a piece of this hot, soaking dragon dick?”

“So many. And you know...” He inhaled quickly. He was already getting close. “Jeez, you’ve got epic arms...”

Sweetie, instead of saying something along the lines of ‘Thank you,’ expressed her thanks by licking the head of the dragon cock. She ran her tongue along it gradually, and when she was done, she left her tongue hanging to show Spike the precum she had lapped up. He beckoned to her, and she came in for a kiss. The dragon tongue flicked at hers, giving Spike a taste of his own salty seed. He always loved doing that.

Who says only she has to swallow my spunk? But that wasn’t the question he was asking. “So, you know why I’ve got this hoard?”

The starlet, a craftsmare of lyrical and instrumental art, could only shrug, warranting a pout from the drake.

“Oh, come on.” Still leaning back with his legs well spread and his erect cock just standing there, half jerked and left hanging. He gave himself a stroking job, looking at Sweetie with the best seductive gaze he could. Eyes half lidded, head tilted, and very relaxed shoulders. Works every time, he thought as she returned the look. Once again, the combination of cute and sexy made him absolutely rigid. “Come on, tell me honestly. Why is it that most ponies I sweet talk want a piece of this? Tell me why I successfully made love to Vinyl Scratch, Pipsqueak, Caramel, Junebug, Ruby Pinch, Dinky, Snowflake—”

“Snowflake?!”

“—Lickety Split, Cloud Kicker, Tw...” The drake stopped himself. His blush nearly took over his whole face. “Twist, and, uh... Miss Cheerilee.”

If Sweetie was drinking anything, she probably would have spat it all out. She was blushing too. “Holy crepes, Spike! You humped Miss Cheerilee?!”

“That’s a good story, I’ll tell it to you sometime,” he said sultrily.

He watched with great intent as his white coated lover’s arousal grew, flagged by the arousal glistening on her upper legs. Those legs were showing off a surprising amount of acrobatic ability. She was scooting back as she spread her legs like an trapeze artist. It was uncanny for somepony with as much fluff as her. Spike realized what this was the moment Sweetie’s hooves glanced his shaft.

“Oh, Luna’s sweet moongina. Is this a hoofjob?”

“What do you think?” Sweetie stuck her tongue out.

Spike braced himself for arousal, but simultaneous discomfort. He was all for trying something new and sexy, and watching that mare spread wide open with her hips bucking and her legs pumping, he was sure it would be more than enough to get him off. But it was the surprising sensation of her hooves on his cock that made him tilt a brow. She must have gotten a lot of hooficures... She’s so soft!

It was an oddly arousing sensation for the soft texture of her hooves to rub against his dick. Soft like the usual tenderness of her hands, but these were larger. Firmer. Warmer. He was expecting it to be rough and awkward, but he was quickly growing fond of it. Rather, his cock was, throbbing every time Sweetie’s hooves reached his head and relinquished a dribble of pre. The pleasant surprise, the rousing sight of Sweetie’s naked body and the constant pulses of an approaching climax made this a weird, but highly enjoyable move. Spike made a mental note to try this for himself the next time he took a dude to bed. I’m sure Caramel would like this... Buddy wouldn’t leave my legs alone.

“Okay, Spike... Do you wanna know why you’ve got such a ginormous horde? I’ll tell you why.” Without missing a beat, Sweetie’s hand descended down her curvaceous body to the growing wetness of her pussy. “You. Are. Awesssoome...” Her hooves were still going at a steady pace while her finger inched its way inside. “You... are honest. You don’t beat around the bush, and you never lie to get into bed with someone. It’s what gets them comiiiing...” She bit her lip. Her thumb reached her love button and pressed, rubbing it in. She lost quite a bit of nectar to her mini-gasms, moaning all the while between words. “...back for more. Ah...” As she added another finger to her pink, her hooves put more pressure onto Spike’s cock. This was rougher, but it was a good sort of rough. Like pulling hair, or a spanking.

“What... what else, Sweets?” Spike was trying to keep his focus on the answer to the question he actually had on his mind for some time. It was really hard when her hoofjob was so amazing.

“You are passionate and loving, even if you’re nopony’s coltfriend...” Her hooves started to squeeze together harder with her pace, while her fingers dug deeper into the warm wetness of her vaginal walls. “You’re never aggressive or selfish, always putting your partner over yourself...” Her other hand found its way to her clam, working her clit on the outside while the other still kneaded its way in. “Not to mention...” She was staring Spike down like a cockitrice. “You are just dead sexy... My sexy dragon boy... So hot... Ahhh... You’re like... like... Scootaloo.” Her hands and hooves stopped immediately.

Spike was red hot and one good push away from a climax, so he didn’t hear that at first. It took a moment for the blood to return to his brain. “I’m sorry, what?” His thoughts turned confused. I didn’t know she played for—

Sweetie dived, removing her hooves from Spike’s cock and covering her arousal with the blankets, though she left her breasts out in the open. “No, look!” She pointed behind Spike, whose reaction was surprisingly underwhelming.

If I had a bit for every time this happened... I’d have eight bits! Regardless, he turned and gave a polite wave and a meek “Hello!” to the orange pegasus hovering just outside the window. Although her face was more in the red than anything else.

Scootaloo’s mouth started to move, and she made what Spike was sure was a very valid point on what exactly was wrong with this picture, that is, Sweetie sexing him up with her hooves in broad daylight with an open window, but the specifics of her rant couldn’t be heard. Windows have a tendency to sabotage communication. Spike snickered as Scootaloo made broad pointing motions with all of both arms.

With an annoyed sigh, Sweetie waved her hand. Her light green aura enveloped the window and formed a fabricated hole, which allowed Scootaloo entry, followed by an overly flared landing.

She was still in the middle of her rant. “—your free time sucking gigantic dragon cocks, Apple Bloom can pay the farmhands with her vagina and nobody bats an eye but Celestia forbid I touch myself to a poster of Rainb—” Sweetie’s aura slapped itself onto her mouth like glue, shutting her up right away. She continued to mumble, despite that, but eventually she caught her cool, and the aura faded away. “So, uh, what’s up, Spike? Besides the obvious.”

The drake was unashamed of presenting his dragon to the rambunctious pegasus, and he wouldn’t have been all that successful in hiding it. Scootaloo was clad in a blue one-piece swimsuit, accented with white stripes at the hips, and boy, were there ever hips. They weren’t as fluffy as Sweetie’s, being more pronounced and muscular, but they didn’t look as squeezable. But on the bright side, her breasts were perkier than a hamster on coffee. Granted, comparing them Sweetie’s would be like comparing tangerines to watermelons, or.... giant tits. But anything larger would look unnatural on a pegasus who dedicated her teenage years to gyms and ridiculous amounts of time in the air. It certainly made for a trim body.

“You know me,” Spike said. “Just living life to the fullest.”

“Yeah, and getting your mess all over Sweetie Belle’s hooves. You know that PMZ’s gonna rip her apart for that.” Scootaloo counted on her fingers. “Not to mention her manager, and her record label, and Rarity...”

“Oh, yeah...” Spike’s cocky confidence began to fade, and he buried his head in his hands. Not even Sweetie’s gentle touch on his shoulders, or her following embrace from behind was enough to dry his dampened spirits. She knew it was a bad haunting when not even she could exorcise his demons.

“Are you okay?” She ran her fingers across the drake’s shoulders. “You’re real tense. Want a massage?”

“Enticing as that sounds, I think I’ll sit that one out.”

“Okay...” Sweetie settled for wearing a sympathetic expression and laying on her side, looking sexy as all get-out. Spike noticed she had a cloth in her hands, which she must have conjured to clean her loins of anything regretful.

Scootaloo broke the awkward silence by punching her own palm. “Well! If you two aren’t too busy humping each other’s brains out, or at least wanna take a break, the rest of the Crusaders are downstairs at the pool.”

“This place has a pool?” Spike asked bewilderingly. He completely forgot to check earlier, on account of booty call. But the idea of taking a dip made him drop the sad act and stand up enthusiastically. “I’m game!” He pointed to Sweetie. “Alright, let’s get you in the most revealing bikini we can find and take a dive!” She too jumped and gave him a huge hug, with one leg raised. Kinda like a sepia tone romance flick.

“See you there, dudes.” Scootaloo flapped her wings and flew to the window, which Sweetie opened once again with her magic.

As the window closed, Sweetie gave Spike a half-lidded stare. This one was more naughty than sexy. “Cliffnotes, Spikey Wikey; you have my permission to stare at my friends.”

Four bombshells of varying body types in bikinis. Spike would have lost his marbles if he wasn’t allowed to indulge his eyes.

Summertime. It is a season full of sunshine, laughter, recreation, and love.

It is a time where beautiful mares with their hearts full of joy and serenity frolic to the water to cool their sweating bodies and escape the sun’s lack of mercy.

A time when they strip down from their t-shirts, tank tops, hoodies, leather vests or whatever until their fur is showing for all to see, with only a hint of their bare bodies left to the imagination.

It’s a time when those mares subconsciously make every possible move to accentuate their supple, bouncing breasts, their plump rears, their long, luxurious legs, and all the while huddle close together, so close they may as well be kissing.

Summer is a time when I try to keep blood from gushing out of my nostrils. Current status: darn near anemic.

Spike’s pencil stopped its trek along the notebook when he felt Sweetie reach for his chest. “Doing a little poetry, are we, my dragon boy?” He looked up to see the starlet’s upside down face, shaded by the light of the sun behind her. Regardless of the obscurity, she still looked stunning.

Spike set the notebook down on his lap and pushed himself up by his elbows to give her a quick kiss. It went beyond that when Sweetie pulled him in by his cheeks and opened her mouth, forcing her tongue against his and taking in his saliva. By the time she pulled away, Spike was gasping for air, but he tried to keep a cool attitude going. “Nice,” he said.

Sweetie gyrated her way to the reclined seat nearest Spike as she threw on some large sunglasses. “Think I’m gonna catch some rays,” she said, sitting down and swinging her legs around. She flaked out, surrendering her body to Celestia’s mercy.

That’s gonna make her coat look amazing, Spike thought. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She was laid out in all her splendor, more magnificent to the eyes than any other sight he could think of at the moment. Even the best artists or sculpturists in the world wouldn’t be able to fully capture her beauty. But hey, they could try. I tried.

Her swimsuit fit her curvy figure perfectly. Blue with white highlights around the edges, and a white microphone printed on the side of the bottoms. The best part of all, in Spike’s mind, was that the bikini top was strapless. That meant all the more fur for him gape at.

Of course, no paragon of beauty was complete without a glass of wine, which Sweetie sipped ever so elegantly. “What year is that?” Spike asked, gesturing to the glass.

“Dunno,” said Sweetie. “It tastes like grapes, that’s all I care about.” She good a greedy gulp of the stuff. “Mmmm, grapes.” Her lips curled into a childish smile, then she looked at Spike sinisterly. “You know, I still think you should’ve gone with the speedo.”

Spike facepalmed. Back in the penthouse, on his way downstairs, he only had two choices of swimwear, and one of them would have had him walking about in the outdoor equivalent of a dudethong. It was fairly obvious to him and everypony else, aside from his mare, that he picked the better option, which were flame patterned black trunks. The dudethong? It was bright red.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Sweetie said, holding her hands up defensively. She went back to her sunbathing and wine drinking. She tilted her brow at Spike’s constant eying of her figure. “Are you just gonna eye-bang me all day, honey?”

“Yeah, that was the idea.”

“I thought I said you could stare at the others girls, if you wanted.”

Spike knew the other Crusaders were splashing about in the pool, but he didn’t pay attention to them. Now that the offer to oggle was open, he suddenly only had eyes for Sweetie Belle. He had a sneaking suspicion that if she had told him he was forbidden from staring at other mares, he would have disobeyed. It was just like when Twilight told him not to peek at her in the shower. How could he have not? ...Come to think of it, she wasn’t even mad...

“And you said you were gonna do it, so...” Sweetie shrugged, giving Spike a quizzical look. “Just curious.”

“Well, guess I don’t need that much of a push.” Spike sat up, crossing his legs and getting comfortable for what he was sure to be a good show. And he sure got it.

Scootaloo, still wearing that skin-tight one-piece, was leaping along the water like some sort of controversial religious figure, using her wings to keep herself afloat. She was getting good at her flying stunts. She followed up a triple hop with a flip through the air, landing with a vertical split on the surface of the water. “Tada!” she shouted. Her long, athletic legs were only emphasized further by the glimmer of the pool. Despite her being the only one of the Ponyville Crusaders to not have her mark yet, Spike was sure she was well on her way with those skills. Which made it all the more hilarious when she received a beach ball to the head from across the pool, sending her toppling into the water. When she breached the surface a few seconds later, the natural spike in her mane was ruined and her suit was utterly soaked, revealing certain parts that, if it were any other day, she’d probably not want anypony to see. She shot an angry glare at the one who threw the ball.

Apple Bloom was on her back in the water, heartily laughing her toned rump off. Spike still couldn’t comprehend how such an tiny, waddling filly had become such a powerhouse. Of course, all those years of working the farm had to have some role in giving her such a strong body, in addition to her newfound career as a carpenter, represented by her hammer-over-apple cutie mark. Despite all of her muscles and biceps and... legs, she still had her feminine side showing, especially through her swimsuit. She wore a yellow bikini top decorated with red apples (Go figure, Spike thought) over her prominent breasts and a skirt of the same color around her hips.

Somepony else, this one with a deeper voice, laughed out loud, and Spike turned to see the infamous Babs Seed, who looked keen to throw another beach ball just for laughs. She was sitting at the edge of the pool, just getting her hooves wet. She had a very masculine appearance to her, with her short mane and broad shoulders, but it was her enormous bust that set her apart from the other Cutie Mark Crusaders. Her cutie mark was very easy to see on her bulky legs; an iron shield, which she earned protecting Apple Bloom from some bullies back in high school. That was the same day she was offered a job at a local gay bar, Foolers, as a bouncer. Spike remembered how dead sexy she looked when she tossed Snips and Snails out on their asses when they tried to sneak in (“I thought a game bar would be fun!” Snails had said). Babs’ huge breasts were very visible, thanks to her undersized black top. Spike wished she had worn more revealing shorts, though. He was incredibly attracted to such a powerhouse, which was why he decided to get up and talk to her.

“You know, in dragon culture, the females are the dominant ones,” Spike said to her.

“That so?” she said in that thick Manehattenite accent. She flexed one of her arms. “Guess I’d be right at home there, then?”

“Heck yeah.” Spike gave her upper arm a good squeeze, or at least he tried to. It was like trying to squeeze... bricks. “Hell, you could probably wrestle with the best of ‘em.”

“Oh, that sounds like a blast.” Babs did a few playful punches at Spike’s chest. His scales muted the pain well enough but he still felt the sheer power she had in her body. That was why he was sporting a rather embarrassing partial. He stood with one leg in front of the other to keep it obscured.

“You know, we should hang out more. You seem like a pretty radical dude.”

“Ya think I’m a colt or somethin’?” she said, giving a mock pout. She sat down by the poolside table. “Just messin’ witcha. Actually, I’m workin’ another club tonight, if you wanna to come by for a drink. It’ll be on me.”

Spike was happy to strike up a conversation with her anytime, especially with Ponyville’s rising club scene, but another mare still consumed his thoughts for the time being. He shook his head. “Sorry, I can’t. Not tonight, anyway.”

Babs began eyeing Sweetie Belle, who stuck her tongue out mockingly. “Ah yeah, that’s right,” said the powerhouse. “You’re bangin’ her for the weekend, ain’tcha?”

Spike blushed at her use of such a juvenile word. “Well, I prefer the term ‘making love with’, but, yes, I am, uh, banging her.”

“An’ how’s that workin’ out for you?”

Sweetie Belle was giving Spike a very, very dirty glare, something he would only expect to see in some feverish fantasy. But he got the message. “I have to be honest...” He turned back to Babs. “It’s awesome. This is the highlight of my summer, right here.”

Babs leaned over, exposing even more of her breasts. Her look was mirroring Sweetie’s, but it looked far more intimidating. “So you’re a good lay, huh?” she asked with a smirk.

Spike leaned in as well. He figured he may as well play along with her flirting. Sweetie sure didn’t seem to mind. “I like to think so, yes. As soon as I get into Sweetie Belle, she just can’t.” He paused for emphasis. “Stop. Moaning.” A blush appeared on Babs’ brown fur, making Spike giggle. He put more strain on his words. “I’m like a Romane god to her, the way I lean over her and rock her world. When she climaxes, she feels it all night. Then she leans over me and takes charge while I kick back. Then, after all that, I—” Babs inhaled suddenly, like she had forgotten to breathe throughout the whole sexual rant. “Oh, looks like I’ve piqued your interest.”

“I... think I get the idea.” She had a fair bit of fluster in her voice. She was drumming her fingers on the table with anticipation. Her other hand’s fingers, well, they saw fit to go elsewhere. She curled them up and coughed into them. “So, aheh, yeah. That offer, with the club? I recommend you take me up on that sometime.” She cocked a brow. “Like, real soon.” She stood up and walked towards the pool, presumably to cool off.

Spike stepped up to her quickly. “Oh, one more thing.”

Slap.

Babs let out a very un-macho “Ah!” and felt for where Spike patted her on her ample rump, then giggled as he passed by. She cleared her throat again and jumped in the pool before Apple Bloom and Scootaloo could humiliate her about it. Then again, for that to have happened she’d had to have grown gills real fast.

“Very smooth, Spikey Wikey,” said Sweetie Belle as she traced the edge of her wine glass. She held it up like she was giving a toast and drained the rest of the glass. “It’s a little pre-emptive to say, but by the end of next week, you’ll have had another Crusader in the bedroom.”

“You’re a good friend, Sweets.” Spike sat down near her legs and traced across them with his eyes. It was hard for him to comprehend that her smooth cloppers were clopping him off less than a half hour ago. They looked so innocent when they weren’t moving up and down repeatedly. On his cock. Regardless, he saw no shame in lifting them up and giving them a good rubbing. Sweetie’s light chuckles and relaxed sighs told him he was doing the right thing, running his claws along her ankle, while the thumb of his other hand worked into the crevasse of her hooves.

Sweetie set her empty glass aside and said, “Keep that up, hon. I have an idea.” She put two fingers to her mouth and whistled. It was a little too effective, forcing the other Crusaders to clasp their ears.

“AH! Mah earballs!” shrieked Apple Bloom.

Babs shot Sweetie a harsh look. “Whatsa big deal?”

“Gather around, everypony!” said Sweetie. “Spike’s gonna tell you an...” She tapped her lip as she searched for the right words. “...enticing story.”

Scootaloo, still all wet from her involuntary dive, flew in, sprinkling the rest of the Crusaders and Spike. “What sort of story?!” she asked, pumping her fists with excitement. She touched down next to Apple Bloom, who had just gotten out of the water and tied her drenched mane into a bun. “It’s been so long since we all hung out, I bet Spike’s got a ton of awesome stories!”

“Uh, okay.” Spike continued his massage while he thought of something interesting to talk about. Well, the concert is still fresh in everypony’s head, I could tell my side of that story. Uh, Pinkie Pie’s awesome party at the strip club was last week... Oh! There was that time I asked for ‘the usual’ at Aloe and Lotus’ spa and ended up getting a—

“He has a particularly good one called he fucked Miss Cheerilee.”

Spike expected the Crusaders to gasp. Actually, he expected the entire world to gasp. Heck, even he felt like gasping a little. So he was left a little let down when the girls merely looked mildly shocked. But he didn’t blame them. To the day, he still had difficulty believing that story actually happened.

And apparently Scootaloo agreed. “You gotta be kidding me,” she blurted out, her jaw hanging open. “Spike actually boned the teacher? How the hell did he manage to do that?”

“Watch the fuckin’ language, Scoots,” snapped Babs. “Let Spike talk. I wanna hear this.”

Apple Bloom suddenly cut in by saying, “Not that Ah don’t wanna hear this—” Spike noticed the apple red in her cheeks. “ —but Miss Cheerilee is more innocent than a family of bunnies hoppin’ through the daisies under a double rainbow. How didja get her in the bud?”

Spike snickered while he leaned back in the recliner with Sweetie. “Well, where do I begin?”

“Try the beginning.”

“Okay, Sweets.” He clasped his hands together. “Right. End of the school year just last month, it was a pretty swell summer day, and the students were all antsy to get out of the class and soak up the sun. The only thing going down that day was a presentation on dragon anatomy. And guess who had the honor of giving such a presentation? Yeah, you know who. It was worth it just to be guest speaker, but then things took a turn for the saucy. Cheerilee decided that there was no point in delaying the inevitable and dismissed all the kids early. I was about to pack up but she was fixated on the anatomy pictures. She asked me, ‘Spike, are these to scale?’ I happily said yes, and she suddenly got interested. We talked for a little about relationships, like her regular spring flings with Big Macintosh—”

“The frack?!” shrieked Apple Bloom.

“—and my recent exploits. That’s when I noticed she had quite a few buttons on her blouse undone, revealing a flower patterned bra. And her dress was way shorter than usual. And she was sitting up on her desk with her legs crossed. We both knew where that was going. Our lips met halfway. And then, well, I took charge, ripping off her blouse. As she leaned back onto the desk I pulled off her dress, then her panties immediately after. That’s when I tongue bathed her legs, leading up to her snatch. I wormed my way inside, but I always pulled away to lick the outside and calm her down. I made her last. Then she lifted her bra off so I could tease at her nipples, and Celestia, they got hard like spires. I suckled her like a baby. Then she gasped, ‘Fuck me Spike... Take me now!’ As cliche as it sounded, how could I have refused? So I totally railed her, right on the desk she teaches from. And after all that, she said that any time I want an 'after school special’, her door is always open.”

There was another pause, this one much more satisfying than the last. Apple Bloom cleared her throat. “‘Scuse me for a moment,” she said, stepping around the corner.

“Uh, yeah, me too.” Scootaloo rubbed her arm like she always did when she got nervous, then flew after Apple Bloom.

“Well, that was huffy,” said Sweetie Belle. She stifled a laugh. “Didja see how red they were?”

Babs cackled and slapped herself on the knee. “Oh, they were red!”

Spike was laughing the loudest of all. “So red!”

That moment of laughter lasted a good minute or so. Babs had to sit down again to exhaust the remaining cackles in her, and by the time she was finished, she had tears in her eyes. Also, Spike and Sweetie Belle were kissing again, resting side by side as they wrapped their embrace around each other. The drake rubbed into the small of the starlet’s back, tickling at her skin and making her giggle into his mouth. She pulled away to kiss his beak, then clutched his cheeks as she pressed her lips to his forehead.

“Lightbulb,” she whispered to him. “I am just about to be brilliant.” She kept touching his chest as she leaned away, with her rump facing the sun. Her hands traveled up to her shoulders, then she sat down and turned her back to Spike. “Could you unhook me?”

Spike cooed as he obliged, slipping his claws beneath her bikini strap. “Let me guess. I give you a sexy rub down?”

“Not to say that isn’t a good idea, but I’ve got something better on my mind.” The strap came undone, and Spike was treated to a gorgeous view of smooth, bare back.

“Oh yeah?” he said. He hugged her from behind, squeezing her breasts under his arms. She hummed at the warm, smooth touch of his scales. Just going less than an hour without such intimate touch had left them both crazy with want. Granted, Sweetie had no intention of leaning over Spike and going to town on him right then and there, that would be just plain indecent. Her idea was a bit more... teasy. Which she showed by pulling her legs up close to her stomach and slowly removing her bottoms.

“Skinny dipping~!” she sang. She stared at Babs as she kicked off her last article of clothing and tossed her sunglasses aside. “You. Lose the clothes now.” She stood up, taking a sassy pose as she turned to Spike and gave him a full frontal view of her fluffy figure. Her smile broadened. “You too, dragon boy.”

This was a crazy idea. Beyond crazy. It was Screwball levels of crazy. But Spike thrived on crazy ideas. He ignored the little amount of doubt in his head. “Oh, heck yeah.” He reached to rip his trunks off, only pausing to glance at Babs. “Uh, you don’t mind?”

Seeing the look in her eyes was a lot like staring down the mouth of a manticore. “You’d betta take ‘em off.”

“Well, alrighty,” Spike said, sort of aroused and intimidated at the same time. Off went the only thing shielding the village from the dragon.

Babs involuntarily leaned over for a closer look. It was like the free chips at a restaurant. She just had to indulge herself. Her legs ground together at the sight of Spike’s tool. “Nice,” she said with a thumbs-up.

“Thanks.”

Babs was doing away with her own bikini, releasing all restraint on her bust and letting her ginormous breasts fall free across her chest. Spike had to release a breath he didn’t know he was holding at the sight of her naked upper half. Those two great squishy mountains were drawing every bit of his attention. He was sure that if he stared for too long, she’d either thank him or slap him across the face. But he was sure the offer of drinks would still be open.

Whatever the case, his tool was certainly getting overworked at the sight of the voluptuous Babs. He had to cross his legs for fear of letting his arousal go noticed. Yet, the wink she gave him as she bent over tipped him off that the gesture was meaningless. For a burly girl, she knew how to put on a bit of feminine charm. And she looked surprisingly tight for her size. But Spike decided to save that for another time.

“Hey, Spike,” Sweetie called out, shocking the dragon out of his stare contest with Bab’s breasts. Smirking mischievously at him, she asked, “Mind topping me off?” She rotated her wine glass.

“Add me in too, dude!” Babs said, winking again at Spike with an intensified sultry glare.

The drake felt a bit whipped, but he wasn’t about to deny two fine ladies their beverages, and he knew alcohol, sugar and skinny dipping was the only combination better than peanut butter and ruby on sourdough bread. “Um... coming right up, ladies,” Spike said. He about faced to go around the corner of the hotel to grab the drinks.

Let’s see, I wonder what Babs likes... Her body says hard Sparkle Cola, but her attitude says Rainbow Blitz... Ah, hell, she’s a clubber. I’m sure her tastes aren’t too picky. Besides, I know what she really wants is a sip of...

And just as he rounded said corner, he took witness of something that immediately drove away the thoughts of acquiring drinks from his mind.

What could only be described in explicit detail was Scootaloo tonguing Apple Bloom. The nubile farmer's skirt was hastily thrown to the ground nearby, while the top part of Scootaloo’s one piece was pulled downward to reveal her perky breasts. Apple Bloom threw her head back and gasped, with a slow series of moans escaping her throat. “Mmm... Oh, that’s good... Keep doin’ that...”

“Ah yeah, you know it...” Scootaloo was pressing the flat of her tongue against the farmgirl’s clit. While one hand was wrapped around, getting a squeeze of yellow bum, she dragged her other up Apple Bloom’s leg, slowly and agonizingly.

“Oh, please, please put ‘em in there, finger me good...” The farmer looked so helpless and vulnerable despite her muscular frame. She shakily undid her wrap and let her strong, sturdy breasts out for Scootaloo and, unbeknownst to her or the pegasus between her legs, Spike. “Do it, Scoots...”

The young pegasus got off her knees to look Apple Bloom in the eye. She only paused a moment before she pressed herself into her for a depraved, open mouthed kiss. Her orange fingers were still teasing at Apple Bloom’s inner leg, walking their way up. Her index and thumb parted the farmgirl’s lower lips, and she sunk her central digit inside.

“Mmmm...”

“How hot was that story, huh?” Scootaloo kept her mouth unforgivably close to Apple Bloom’s, which was frozen open in a dissonantly quiet moan. “Miss Cheerilee, laying there, completely exposed, completely fuckable on her desk, begging for Spike’s dick inside of her? Admit it, you’re thinkin’ about Miss Cheerilee right now, ain’t you?”

Apple Bloom’s panicked eyes said that was just plain wrong, but she nodded anyway.

A million questions were running through Spike’s head. How long has this been going on? Was this a spur of the moment thing, or are they actually dating? Are they one direction or middle of the road? Will this ruin my chances of bedding all four of the Crusaders? Come to think of it, aren’t there more Crusaders in Manehatten?

He decided those questions could be saved for later when he remembered he was supposed to be retrieving sustenance for two certain someponies. He make sure to take the long way around and leave the lovebirds to themselves. He was just glad his rampant mouth breathing didn’t give away his involuntary staring. I’m a dude, I can’t help it! he thought over and over.

The trek for the drinks was just one big blur for Spike, and he felt lucky that nopony saw his rampaging dragon on his way to the vending machine. Before he knew it, he had three bottles of different beverages under his grasp. He wasn’t even sure what brand they were. He just wanted to get back to the pool without discovering any other secret affairs. His drakehood wouldn’t be able to take it.

But he should have known his luck would betray him. When he arrived back at the pool, he was treated with a very pleasant sight that made him and his dragon jump, putting a goofy smile on his face and making him lose all class. He could only giggle like a moron.

Sweetie Belle and Babs were both in the deep end of the pool, and Sweetie had the most innocent, curious expression as she groped Babs’ legendarily sized breasts. “Jeepers, and these are all natural?”

And by the look on Babs’ face, this was completely consensual. “Way betta than those plastic bags ya famous types get, eh?” She snickered. “Wanna kiss ‘em?”

Sweetie immediately turned around when she heard Spike make a sudden exhale. He was blowing smoke out of his nostrils and he was erect like his name was skyscraper.

The young starlet let go of Babs and, in two quick strokes, was at the other end of the pool. She rested her arms around the ledge and beckoned to Spike with a single finger.

Dear Stablehouse Forum...

The Romp

Another night had come and gone, and the entire apartment was incontrovertible evidence of what exactly had occurred over the course of evening said. To say it was a total mess would be an exaggeration, but those with a keen eye would know just from looking that it was the aftermath of a hurricane named Spike and Sweetie Belle. The devil was in the details...

More or less every usable cushion was coated in small stains, which Sweetie had promised to clean up at least four times but every time she bent over with the washrag... Well, that story more or less tells itself.

If one were to look very closely, one would have been able to see fingerprints upon the windows, tables and more or less any glass surface. One of those glass surfaces boasted highball glasses, which were rimmed with sugar and remnants of alcoholic beverages (Cocktails, mimosa, champagne, sparkling cider... ironically, everything except highball). The sheer amount of fine drinking performed over the past night was all on Spike, who was keen on showing off his obtained bartender abilities. He and Sweetie Belle toasted to Pipsqueak more than once, and after all of that, they were good and drunk, humping like rabbits in the Spring.

And speaking of springs, Spike was occupying the bed, and for what felt like the first time in that entire weekend, he did not have Sweetie Belle wrapped around him. She was not with him when he woke that morning, much to his disappointment, but he decided to wait and see if she would return to him. Then they’d simply go back to what they were doing before.

Fucking.

Such an enticing word and an even more enticing act. In a way, it describes itself. When we hear that word, we only think of a dude and a babe making love to each other. Or perhaps two dudes making love. Or two babes making love. Perhaps multiple dudes or multiple girls making love. Perhaps a mix of all those things. Either way, everybody loves making love. They love to fuck.

Spike added a cute little heart to the end of that new set of poetry, then checked for any spelling errors he may have made. As per usual, it was clean as a polished whistle. He stroked his chin like a sir as he said, “It seems a little blatant, but I can pride myself on even my less decent works. I’ll return to you later.” He kissed his notebook and tossed it onto the bedside table, then crossed his boxer-brief clad legs as he kicked back on the bed. He then leaned over to flick the switch on the clock radio. Coincidentally, one of Sweetie’s more recent songs came on.

—our hearts for so long...
Both of us knowing...
Love is a battlefield...

You're begging me to go!
Then making me stay!
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know,
do I stand in your way,
or am I the best thing you've had?

Believe me, believe me,
I can't tell you why,
but I'm trapped by your love,
and I'm chained to your side!

Spike’s heart sank nearly as low as his body into the sheets. This song resonated with him ever since the first time he heard the demo reel at the studio, and it never left him. Especially after—

“Oh, Spikey-Wikeeeeey~!” came the shrill sing-songy voice of Sweetie Belle. Spike switched off the radio and emancipated himself from the bed.

“Where you at?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“In the kitchen, duh! It’s time for breakfast.”

“Ha! We’ve been having so much fun I almost forgot food was a thing. What’s on the menu?”

“Get in here and find out!”

Spike half-walked, half-ran away from the bed area and, with a flourish, leaped through the open door to the kitchen. The circular table was dead center in the room (With a fruit bowl for decoration), and every kitchen appliance necessary lined the wall, obviously. And, of course, the mare of the hour was right by the oven. And she was bent over, giving Spike a full view of her gorgeous, smooth behind.

It’s always the unexpected nudery that’s the best, he thought, too caught off guard to even sport a partial. He presumed that problem would solve itself.

Sweetie looked up at Spike, smiling warmly. “Good morning, you.”

“Hello, yourself.”

She winked as she gave him a small wave, revealing that her hands were sheathed in oven mitts. She reached into the open oven, and, with tact and caution, removed a large tray.

Spike scratched his spines in a bout of confusion. “Can’t you use your magic for that?”

“Eh, I don’t trust my magic to be able to hold this thing.” The unicorn stood back up, giving Spike a better view of her outfit. This was different; she wore a light blue apron and nothing else. It covered her breasts and her nethers well enough, but her badonkadonk was well and out there for all to see. Once again, Spike was reminded of Twilight’s private collection of Japaneighse cartoons. He definitely did not ever steal a few of them off the top shelf in her room, and he certainly never watched them on repeat alone in his room. That never happened ever.

Sweetie approached Spike, still holding the tray. “Kiss the cook?” she asked.

“Absolutely.” The drake held Sweetie’s cheeks and, not wanting to force her to drop the tray, brought his lips to hers. He gave her a whiff of tongue before pulling away.

She pouted. “You tease.”

“The one and only. So, what do we…” Spike looked down at the tray and was greeted with a scent of chocolate, batter and bananas. “Ooh, you made chocolate crepes! Aren’t you just the sweetest?” He was so delighted he gave her another kiss, this one on the forehead.

Sweetie turned on a hoof and set the tray of crepes on the table. “Tout le monde a envie de chocolat en tout temps!”

“Que diriez-vous que, you speak Prench.”

Sweetie clapped with excitement. “Yeppers! I did a charity gig in Prance a few months ago.”

“I never heard about that one,” said Spike.

“Yeah, my record label mucked me over. They didn’t publicize it at all.” The starlet huffed, then flicked her wrist as if she were casting those negative emotions away. She separated a few of the crepes from the tray and laid them out on plates. “Ah, well. It’s in the past. Good food, good sweets, good Goddesses, let’s eat.”

Spike already had obtained a fork and was holding it high like a sword, and the crepes were the dragon. “A-freakin’-men!”

~Ten and some change minutes later~

Sweetie, being the sugar-toothed darling she was, had utterly inhaled a plateful of crepes and was well on her way through her second.

“You’re really trying to spite your label, huh?” asked Spike.

“It’s a love-hate relationship, you know?” she responded, setting her fork down for the first time and clasping her fingers. “Mwahaha. They can hate me for getting pudgy but I’m their first top forty artist, uh…” she cast her arms out, “…ever! They’re not gonna drop me over something like this.”

“The crepes or me?”

“Both, silly!”

Sweetie and Spike shared a laugh while the drake decided to step up his game on his breakfast, wolfing down as much as he could manage.

Sweetie pursed her lips and tapped them with a finger. “I don’t mean to say that all of this is just a sort of revenge lay against the label.” She blushed passionately as she got out of her seat. “I’m still having sooo much fun.” She conveyed that with a sweet kiss for Spike, who didn’t have any doubts whatsoever.

“Well, we’ve gotta make today count, Sweets,” said the drake. “I have a few ideas cooked up to make this whole romp a little more exciting, but feel free to say yay or nay if you’re not into any of them.”

With an endearing clap of her hands, Sweetie skipped over to the fridge. “Ooh, that’s great! I’ve been brainstorming a few things too.” She opened it up and gave Spike a view of the goods again as she reached inside, moving the jars and jugs out of the way to look for a certain something in the back. Spike waited patiently while he took savory bites of his last crepe, while feasting his eyes.

What Sweetie did retrieve from the fridge, she kept out of Spike’s eyeshot as she sauntered over to him. As she walked by, she traced her free hand along his collar and stroked his cheek, then grabbed ahold of his chair. With a grunt and a shove, she spun Spike around, making him cast aside his fork. He swallowed his bite, with only a tracing of chocolate on his chin remaining of the crepes. Sweetie leaned in and licked that off. “I really, really love chocolate.” She giggled. “It’s a lot like you, Spike; everyone wants some at all hours of the day, even if they don’t realize it.”

“Were you born this sweet or did you have to be rolled up in sugar first?”

Sweetie giggled again as she bent her knees. “I love chocolate almost as much as I love this.” She relinquished her fridge secret, which just so happened to be a can of whipped cream (Whip it Good! brand).

Spike smirked. “That’s a little cliched, don’t you think? You smother your body in cream while I go to town?”

“Oh, I’m not going to use this whip on myself, silly. That would ruin my coat.”

“And my jizz hasn’t?”

“Ha. Now, take off your boxers.”

Spike cocked his brow. “That’s how you use your creative mind, Sweets.” He started to slip his black undergarments off, though he deliberately took it slow just to get the mare before him back for all of the teasing she put him through at the pool. It took him a good minute to get them down to the floor, leaving him exposed, laying his pride out of the chair.

“Aw, it died,” Sweetie whined.

“Huh?” Spike’s eyes went from golfball to baseball sized as he looked down at his flaccid self. He whinged. “Uh, sorry.”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Spikey-Wikey. You at least have the dignity to not make up some excuse. Besides, I think it’s just because it’s early.” After setting the can of whip down, Sweetie clapped her palms together, sliding them back and forth rapidly. “I can work you back up.”

“Well, if your hands have shown me anything, it’s th— Ah… that’s it…” Spike exhaled and leaned his head back as Sweetie’s warm hands took ahold of him. Her right hand cupped his sack, sliding up to clasp his already stiffening shaft before going back down for another grope. The other was well wrapped around his shaft, massaging the ribs. Her thumb passed over the head and pressed down.

“Yeppers, I feel you coming back…”

Spike’s toe-claws involuntarily stretched as the blood in his body moved elsewhere. “I’m feelin’ it better than you.”

Sweetie parted Spike’s legs a bit more, leaving his dick bobbing in the open. She smiled warmly at the sight of it, then moved in, snuggling her muzzle against the sack and licking it with care. She coated the shaft with her saliva, then kissed it tenderly on the way back down. “There you go.” That’s when she picked the whip back up, shaking vigorously. Spike flushed as he watched her hand pump up and down repeatedly. It was like a blur. “Now, let’s really sweeten the deal,” she said, honey coating her words.

The whipped cream spread over the whole length of Spike’s cock in an instant, but Sweetie insisted on doing what any confectionist would do; she layered it, coating him in more fluffy, sugary topping. She didn’t stop until the stiffness before her was balancing several inches worth of cream.

“Eat up,” said Spike. His voice was edgy with excitement.

Sweetie sated her appetite. First, keeping her arms and hands out of the picture entirely, she closed her eyes and tongued the side of Spike’s dick before the cream could drip over the side. She caught a large drop in her mouth and swallowed, humming as sugary delight and overwhelming horniness coursed through her veins. Then she licked a bit off Spike’s tip, bit by bit until she got down to the skin. She swallowed again. “Good for you, baby?”

Spike was as red as he possibly could be, craning his neck, with his chest visibly pounding. He managed to still himself long enough to speak. “Do you... even have to ask?” he said quietly. He cleared his throat as he reached back over the table to the fruit bowl. With his eyes locked on the apron clad mare below, he had to fumble for what he was searching for, but his index claw and thumb eventually found it. He presented to Sweetie a single strawberry. “Let’s try to stay hydrated here.”

Sweetie took the strawberry and greedily chomped down on half of it in one bite (It was a large strawberry). She lapped up the red juices dribbling down her chin, then bit off the rest. “Ah, that’s so much better,” she said, swallowing the tart fruit. “Now, back to the main course…” She licked her lips, moisturizing them with the strawberry's sweet juices. Not missing a beat, her tongue and lips eagerly returned to Spike's throbbing member. She moaned in ecstasy once she tasted the deliciousness of the whipped cream covering his shaft, lapping at the fluffy white treat around his length with a hungry tongue. It was like she was threatening to swallow him whole.

Spike's hips lurched as he gasped, gagging Sweetie for a brief moment. "Gah, you alright?" the drake asked, forgetting his fierce libido.

The dick-hungry mare didn't bother to speak. Her lips were busy massaging the length of his shaft while her tongue coiled around him like a snake. That was all the answer Spike needed. Even Sweetie's hands were busy, one squeezing and massaging at the base of his shaft while the other played with his balls like a toy.

Spike touched her mane with his claws, then wrapped her long, luscious curls around each appendage. He stretched and furled the locks, subtly controlling the intensity of Sweetie's blowjob.

"Gonna lose it," he muttered. His voice was malfunctioning; that's how amazing she was. Yet, despite his warning, Sweetie kept bobbing at his hands' commands. "A-are you going to pull off?"

She shook her head, and his cock in the process. That brought Spike one tiny step closer to his climax. She went down as far as she possibly could, just to the point of the head breaching the danger zone of her mouth. She slobbered her tongue over the last bit of whipped cream that dripped down to the underside of Spike’s cock. As if his orgasm was tethered to the sugary delight that Sweetie had consumed, Spike came.

The sweet and spicy dragon seed slathered Sweetie’s gums and tongue, and she kept her mouth on him until the waves ended and the drake lost his stiffness. She released her grip. Spike’s dick fell back onto the chair, leaning over and spilling the last of the seed onto the tile floor.

“That’ll wash right out,” she said.

Spike weakly chuckled and looked up to the florescent lights. “Best. Breakfast. Ever.”

A sensual and romantic sound echoed from the cushion littered living room, of which the table had been cleared for a makeshift bed.

“You know, when I have you like this, I can feel every breath you make,” Spike whispered into Sweetie’s ear as he loomed over her naked body.

She was vulnerable and helpless owing to Spike’s tense yet satisfying caresses, moaning as she felt her lover squeeze her shoulders. “Mmm… That’s sexy…” she whispered. She lay on her stomach, head set against a pillow. She remained entirely motionless, allowing Spike free reign over her body as he worked her over with the most wonderful massage.

He made full use of his palms, claws and knuckles, making certain to work the muscles beneath Sweetie’s pudge and puff like a true professional. He knew that with each audible noise she made, he was working her closer to a full rebound, and she’d have enough energy to take him once again. Or she’d be so in bliss she’d just want to spoon, and Spike could still work with that. Spooning is nice.

“Trust me, you’re going to feel like a pink fluffy unicorn dancing on a rainbow when I’m done here,” he said. He moved his hands from her shoulders to press along her blades. He then kneaded her back, stretching her fur, skin and muscle.

“Ah…” Sweetie lifted her head to let out another moan. “Where… did you learn to do that…?”

Spike began tapping the sides of his hands into her back, making every noise she made rumble like she was in a carriage on a bad road. “I’ve always known how, really. Just comes natural to me.” His hands traveled left and right across Sweetie’s back. “It’s not really all that complex, but it was enough to get me a summer job at Aloe and Lotus’ spa. Here’s my advice; if you want a good time there, ask for ‘The Usual’. They have some dead sexy male masseuses there that’ll, well, release your stress.” Spike got flustered, recalling how he discovered that secret service by complete accident.

“Mmm… You, me and the Crusaders should do that sometime… We all go the spa… they take us into a steamy room… then we totally go to town… Mmm! Your claws are like… I don’t even know anymore...”

Her voice was a force of reckoning to Spike’s patience, undoing his restraint and moving his touch to the small of her back. He forced his palm against her muscle and twisted. She cried out, tensing up her limbs and then falling into a state of relaxation.

Spike knew he’d elicit arousal from her just from touching her there. It was one of her many weak spots. How did he know her weak spots? Well, a certain husky grey colt by the name of Chowder happened to know a thing or two.

As he kneaded and pressed into Sweetie’s thick thighs, his dirty mind kept threatening to move his hand somewhere that was growing moist with every ministration the drake made upon her body. He wanted to save that for a moment; make it last, like a finely fermented fire ruby.

Ruby. His mind trailed back to that hot summer afternoon. Graduation weekend, always a frisky one for the teenagers of Ponyville, and an event Spike didn’t miss out on for a moment. Though truthfully, it was Chowder and Ruby Pinch that came to his door. One bottle of alcoholic grape juice later and he was relaxing next to the large colt while Ruby sucked both of their cocks. Willingly, of course. That was cause for an awkward situation when Twilight walked in. He still finished, but…

“For the love of… Spike! Think of Celestia!” Twilight had scolded him.

He remembered crossing his legs as Ruby huggled closer to him and Chowder.

“That’s… really not helping,” he had said.

Sweetie Belle’s sultry giggle brought Spike back to the present. She turned her head to look at him and say, “Already getting excited again, are you?”

Spike noticed his excitement rising, crawling up between Sweetie’s legs. He snickered, feeling a tad ashamed even though he knew he had no reason to be. He quickly cast that out. He realized he had a third means to massage the darling mare. And he wanted to show her exactly how skilled his claws could be in the right place at the right time.

He went just past the danger zone, and instead focused his attention on something more mild, yet just as intimate and arousing. He rolled his hands on Sweetie’s tush, taking grip of each utterly squeezable cheek. This was the part where he wanted to use his claws to tell her that he was ready for another go, and all he needed to know was if she wanted him. Her moist nethers told him that much, but he wanted to hear it from her lips.

That’s why he leaned over her, only restrained by his shaft already wedged between her legs, and kissed the back of her ear. He leaned in a little further and whispered, “Come on, let me hear you say it.”

“Say what…?” she weakly asked in turn.

He smiled like a villain, then went back to his massaging position, only with much less benign intentions in mind. He wrapped his hand around the base of her tail and pulled downwards, not to hurt her, only to kickstart her heart. And did he ever, making her lurch and curve her back as she cooed into the pillow. “Say you want me,” Spike kindly demanded.

“Ooooh, I do,” Sweetie muttered. “I want you, Spikey-Wikey…”

She reached out to her sides, desperately grabbing for something. Spike took her hands in his, feeling the perspiration in her grip.

“Take me now, Spike… Forget the massage, just have me…”

The drake released her, but only for a moment. He tickled her tush with the very tips of his claws, warranting a giggle, then adjusted her legs for the main event. His thumbs crawled to her very heated nethers, just barely working past the wet lips. Only a sliver of pink was exposed, but it was enough for Spike to know Sweetie’s words were synonymous her body. He remained sitting upwards as he parted her moist slit.

“Yes, yessss…” Sweetie weakly cried out. It was like she had finally bitten into a slice of vanilla cake after a whole day’s worth of cravings, only the orgasmic elation of the first bite was escalated beyond all reasoning. And it only got better from there as the rest of Spike’s cock followed into her. Her walls took ahold of him in a grip, just enough to let him slowly remove himself and quickly thrust back. It was a slow, arduous yet wonderful fuck.

Sweetie’s ass rose and slid itself further down Spike’s shaft. It was an action only partially within her control. She just couldn’t control her lust after being touched and tenderized by such skilled, soothing hands. It was no wonder to her why Applejack nearly had an orgasm when Spike gave her a surprise massage. That was years ago, and the drake had only gotten better since then. Sweetie was thinking that Applejack should have fucked Spike just for that massage alone. The mental image of the sexy dragon boy railing the muscular and busty farmgirl only spurred her on further as she rapidly fucked herself on his rigid dick.

“Hold on, there…” Spike wormed his arms between Sweetie’s chest and the cushions beneath her. His hot breath wrapped around her neck, and he nipped her ear. “That’s a little more cozy, huh?”

"Much, now stop delaying," Sweetie insisted, pushing herself back a tad more and pushing Spike in. The motion drew a soft sigh of satisfaction from both her own and the drake's mouths.

Giving out service with a smile, Spike took a firm hold of his partner's breasts and began to slide his length in and out of her. The slickness brought upon by the anticipation made the white mare an easily entered fuck and that only encouraged Spike to speed up in his thrusts. Following suit with this notion, he began to move a bit quicker and drew an extended happy moan from Sweetie's lips as she began to move with Spike, creating a slapping sound between the pair's hips every time they joined.

Sweetie had the cushion in front of her in a vice grip, nearly as tight as her walls on Spike’s quickening cock. “That’s… aaah… a sick rhythm…” she said, voice muffled by the makeshift bed. She looked up, and to Spike’s surprise, she began to sing, albeit brokenly as her train of thought kept falling victim to the drake pounding her. “So raise your g-glass i-i-f you are wrong… in all the right ways… Ah…. Aaaall my underdoaaahhgs… we… we will never be… never be…”

This was one of Spike’s favorites, and he involuntarily began singing along, thrusting his hips in tune with the mental drumbeat. “Anything but l-loud, and nitty, gritty, d-dirty little f-fuck… freaks… Won’t you come on and come on and… come… coming…!”

And on that note sang in unison, Spike's liquid love spilled forth from its containment and flowed with a harsh blast into Sweetie's nethers. Her eyes widened from the incredible sensation as the drake pushed himself deeper into her marehood and continued to let his seed burst forth into a newfound environment that it was, honestly, ever-destined to get to anyways.

As his seed continued to burst, he tightened his reverse-hug on Sweetie Belle, as if she were a teddy bear. She was about as fluffy and lovable as one too, except a lot more drippy.

"Now there's an award winning duet..." Sweetie Belle whispered, pulling Spike's head closer for a kiss.

As Spike made himself comfortable on the bed, he listened intently to Sweetie's silky voice, which echoed from the walk-in closet. "So, I got that racy outfit you made for me, and let me just say you are the world's biggest perv right now? No offense."

Spike crossed his legs and picked up his highball glass, taking a tender sip. It tasted of oranges and mangos. He licked his lips as he said, “None taken, honey. In fact, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Sweetie’s laughter was music to his ears. “So, I’ve been practicing a few dance moves in private,” she said. There was a sound of rustling fabric in the closet. “Nothing I’d ever put on for a show, because that would be going waaaay too far. I save this for when I’m flirting with gentlemen in dance clubs. Want to see?”

“Do you really have to ask?”

“Heh. I guess it was a silly question. Okay, Spikey-Wikey. Care to give me a little introduction?”

“Of course, Sweets.” Spike raised his highball glass to his mouth and spoke into it like a microphone. “Preeeesenting the sexiest, most smokin’ hot teen idol to grace Equestria in the history of forever, to an audience of one drake and his dragon! Stomp your hooves like a bunch of crazed, media-brainwashed teenagers as we welcome to the stage… Sweetie Belle!”

Just on queue, Sweetie’s white, perfectly groomed leg stepped out of the closet. It was just like a Burlesque show, and it became about twice as sexy as one when the rest of the mare followed that leg. There she was in all of her young, supple glory. And her outfit only served to accentuate her beauty in every way possible. Spike set his glass down and devoted all his attention to her.

There was no way she could wear this to a concert; there would be hate mail from parents and fundamentalists up to her neck… her perfectly shaped neck, which segued into her bare shoulders, unabashed by any straps. Her arms, however, boasted translucent cloth sleeves, flowing as an echo to her every step across the room.

Her bust was shielded by a wrap, like what Zecora would wear during a hot summer day. It was white, with blue tribal accents bordering the edges. It was enough to cover most of her breasts but her cleavage and the undersides were still very much visible. Not too much, not too little.

The main attraction, in Spike’s mind, was the undergarment. While it wrapped around her hips and left her songbird cutie mark in the open, long silky cloth streamed down and shielded her nethers. Like the sleeves, it too flowed into her movements. It was as if she was less than a god but more than a mare.

Her beauty had inertia even after she stopped swaying and examined the outfit. “What is this modeled after? Saddle Arabian exotic dancers?”

“Right on the money. Dancing is a very respected profession over there.”

She turned her head and examined her rump carefully, lifting up the long part of the undergarment. “Uh, this thing doesn’t cover my cooch.” She smiled. “You know what? For some reason, I’m okay with that.” She clapped her hands together. “Sit back and watch this.”

Her hands unclasped slowly as she rose them over her head. Her legs spread out a little, then she began to gyrate her hips, like a boat in a steady storm. Her sleeves and cloth trailed after her as always. Leaving one hand behind her head, she brought the other down and out to her side in a flourish. She stopped gyrating as she rested her hand on her rump, which she fluctuated back and forth. Again, rhythmic as ever, Spike was lost for how much control she had over her entire body, especially when she got low, stretching out one leg along the carpet until it was almost perpendicular to her waist.

“Where did you find the time to learn that? You’re good. I mean...” He made no attempts to hide his erection, not that any effort to do so would have made a difference. “Really good.”

Sweetie spun around slowly, giving her cloth a tantalizing toss. She spun her way right over to Spike, coming to a perfect stop with her touch fastened to his cheeks. “Oh, phooey. Don’t flatter me, Spikey-Wikey.” Her touch moved to the drake’s shoulders. “Wait until I get to the good part, huh?” Her hips moved, and a burning heat Spike could sense moved along with it. He could tell she was getting turned on by her own dance. Or maybe it was the naked drake before her. Maybe both.

She let go of Spike and wheeled around, bending over. She drew her rump up, and up and up until it was well up beyond what laws of flexibility should allow. And just like that she shot back into standing straight, tossing her hair for emphasis. She then reached behind her and touched Spike’s knees, ushering them to spread outward. She spun around again. She moved her head down, dangerously close to making contact with Spike’s erection, but of course, the most she did was breath on him, making him twitch, then lean away. But not before brushing her breasts for emphasis. Spike felt cheated, but also more enticed than ever.

The next feat was hard for him to comprehend, but that just made it all the hotter. Sweetie, using his knees for support, lifted one leg up high and swept it right over his head, spun her body around, then wrapped that same leg around him.

“Ho-ly…”

With a seductive sway of her hips, Sweetie began to get herself into a more fully suited position for her next act. With her hips hovering mere inches above the dragon's drakehood, Sweetie put on what may have been the most succubus-like smile Spike had ever seen in his lifetime and gave her little scaly playtoy a wink before slowly trailing her hands up his arms and to his shoulders. Her fingers were barely making contact with his scales as they slithered along their way.

Her breasts were flush against his pectorals as she leaned in and kissed him, then quickly leaned her head back. Again, like a wave, her entire body curved and fluctuated as she grinded Spike. If she were any lower, she would be moaning and sweating as he penetrated her... but that was not the case. The idea that they were getting so dangerously close to touching nethers only set more sparks off in both their minds.

Sweetie summoned every aerobic muscle within her, kneeling around Spike and curving her back until she was looking at the room upside-down, and the drake had a clear view of her navel.

The animalistic urge to simply grab her hips and thrust them downwards was overwhelmingly powerful for Spike. He wanted to feel what he was watching right now, he wanted to have more than just a picture show standing before him. He could feel his claws begging to move up and onto Sweeties perfect, round hips; she was begging him to feel her soft and perfectly kept fur beneath their grasp as he threw her form down and onto his mast. The only problem was that he was enjoying the tease too much to do anything about it, so he could only sit and wait for the pink maned filly's signal.

Sweetie bent herself back upwards after a moment in a very rhythmic form and began to rock her hips and head from one side to another, almost as if doing a literal dance of the night to some kind of silent music being played only to her ears. The perfect coordination of upper and lower body movements was utterly flawless in every way and only further drove Spike, for lack of a better word, bonkers.

Which is why he was so thankful it all came to an end right there. Sweetie cupped her hands behind Spike's head and coaxed him into falling forward, snuggling his head into her cleavage. "I swear, I will never get tired of this." He peeked up at the smiling mare. "But seriously, wow."

"Quiet, you're supposed to be muffled," Sweetie joked, holding Spike's head into her breasts even further. Having teased him enough, and without removing his head from her cleavage, Sweetie slowly began to lower herself down onto the rock solid pilar of meat awaiting her below. Shivering just from the first touch of the head upon her nethers, she took a short moment and let her guard down just enough to give Spike enough leeway to move.

With his arms wrapped around Sweetie and hers around him, he began to rock her, thrusting steadily inside her until he felt her walls clasp down. Then he really started to jerk his hips.

Sweetie's nectar coated him in an instant. Evidently, the dance had her even more horny that he had imagined. "Mmm... Oh, that's good..." Her voice soothed him almost as much as her embrace.

Sniffing in her scent with each breath he took, Spike began to gently lift and lower the lovely lady on his length. His breathing was relaxed and in near unison with his partners as her soft moans of bliss filled the empty space in the room.

It only helped that with each lift, he brought her out to the near tip, and with each lower, he brought her down until they were pressed together like velcro. “The deeper you go, and the closer you and your partner get, the better it feels.” That’s what Twilight told him. “It’s the basic rule of making love, Spike. Now, move a little faster…”

Sweetie kept her light green eyes set on Spike’s draconic slits as her mouth fell open and her breaths were lost to gradually escalating moans. Sweat formed on her red cheeks as she said, "Faster, Spike... Please make me come... I wanna pour out for you..."

“As you wish…”

With all intentions having been spoken, Spike only obeyed and sped up his movements. Feeling his entire shaft nearly pull out before rutting back in fully until she could feel his head upon her back wall was an absolutely insatiable feeling that she could only silently beg for more of.

Even as she came, she still buckled at the sensation of the thick dragon cock pounding her into submission. She melted into Spike, who was stoic as a brick wall, still rocking her like a hurricane and holding her in a vice. She felt so loved and so safe as he ravaged her, which is exactly why she came a second time when his white seed filled her. Even if it was the latest of the many uncountable times she had been filled by him, it still defined ecstasy.

With their breathing heavy and Sweeties body limp and plundered of all energy from the intensity of their session, the duo collapsed onto the bed and laid next to each other in pure satisfaction. "Y'know..." Spike began, "I don't think I'm even going to get tired of how great you feel. Just, in general." His mind was in a daze, so his compliments probably weren't exactly the most romantic.

"Oh, Spike. I feel the exact same way." Sweetie touched Spike's cheeks again and kissed him, keeping his lips against hers for what felt like minutes to the second. "So..." she whispered when she broke the kiss, "how about we masturbate to some girl-on-girl zebra porn? I’ll get the popcorn." She hopped off of the drake and ran to the kitchen, albeit somewhat awkwardly.

"Sounds pretty good to me," Spike replied, reaching down and wrapping a claw around his still mostly full cock.

As much as Spike enjoyed the penthouse suite, with its perpetual shining beauty and cleanliness, as well as the absolutely gorgeous view of the town he knew as home, he couldn't be bothered to appreciate its brilliance at the moment. His world was the wall before him, and more specifically, the mare beneath him.

Sweetie's hands were pressed against that wall, and her rump was pressed against Spike's pelvis. Bent over and held steady by strong, draconic claws, she was thrown forward. She cried out as Spike pushed further and further within her until his dragon was outright buried in her cave. There was no escape and she loved it

Spikes mouth was clasped down on her neck, her every heartbeat and gasp present upon his tongue as it lapped around in little circles. With each thrust of his hips into hers, Sweetie would let out a small little moan, wordlessly complimenting his every movement as he made her body shake and quiver. There was a small puddle on the floor beneath them from what had been going on already and what was going on now. Every thrust Spike made contributed to its size.

Some stream of wordless gibberish escaped Sweetie's lips. It was meant to be a compliment for Spike taking the reins and utterly ravishing her but it was lost somewhere along the way. Eyes closed and mouth open, she tried again. "Oh, Spike! Ah-ah-aaaaa..."

Letting loose a minorly feral growl as he moved in a bit harder than before for effect, Spike allowed himself to gently bite down a bit more on the ripe neck of the sweet filly.

She craned her neck and cried out, her mind rent by sweet pain and ripe pleasure. "Oh, fff— Oh Celestia..."

Spike was close, so close…

And then the phone rang, bringing Spike to a dead halt. In just a few moments, both him and Sweetie was left there, bumper to bumper, their orgasms stolen from them.

"Ugh… Crepes." Sweetie sighed, clearly disgruntled by the interruption. She bowed her head. “I know who that is. I gotta take this.”

Regretfully, she pulled her rump away from Spike and left him rock hard, dripping pre and nectar with nowhere to put himself. He settled for just standing there awkwardly while Sweetie got up, reached for the buffet and picked up the phone.

"Heya, Paperweight," she spoke into the receiver. “What’s up?”

Spike could hear a gruff voice on the other end of the line well enough. He knew it was Sweetie’s deadbeat manager, the bane of any attempt for her to differentiate herself from other young starlets. “There you are, finally. I called you fives times yesterday. Did you even check your answering machine?”

Spike and Sweetie shared a look, knowing well what exactly they were doing with Babs Seed while the phone was going off. Sweetie swallowed and said, “Weeeeell, maybe you had the wrong number those five times?”

“Well, I’m sure I- You know something? Forget it. This is more important.” Paperweight cleared his throat. “I just wanted to overlook your plans for the next month before you leave Ponyville.”

“Ah, yep, just let me get my calendar.” Sweetie mimed looking over an invisible piece of paper, smirking at Spike all the while. She rested her free hand on her hip and subconsciously struck a pose, one that accentuated the best parts of her behind.

Spike’s eyes began to glimmer, seeing a golden opportunity at hand to have a special kind of fun. He licked his lips.

“I hope this heavy schedule isn’t stressing you out too much,” said Paperweight.

A purple claw gripped Sweetie’s rump. The starlet gasped, but she didn’t resist as that claw went lower, drifting along her leg and lifting it up. “N-no. I mean, I’m a little tight, but…” She interrupted herself with a purr when the shaft Spike’s wet cock rubbed against her entrance. “...I can take it.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Despite her entrance getting pierced, she refused to put down the phone. “Yes, so good…”

Spike quickly figured out that Sweetie wasn’t planning on giving in and hanging up. He thought, If this were an important call from another label or a potential guest star, I wouldn’t even think about this, but… Fuck it!

Gingerly, the drake began to move himself the same way he always did when he wanted to make Sweetie's form shiver. His hips slid forward and back, his claws keeping a tight grip as the little filly continued talking with her boss. Spike was only able to pick up bits and pieces of their conversation. He was much more focused on the matter at hand... Rather, the matter in his hands.

"Y-yeah, oh yeah, that's good... That's very good..." Sweetie was bridging the line between hedonic moaning and casual conversation; a game of conversational tug-of-war. She was the rope, and Spike was up against the deadbeat Paperweight, who was completely clueless on the other end of the call.

He talked as if Sweetie wasn't breathing into the receiver like a dog. "I know, right? You'll be going double platinum by the end of next year at this rate!"

"That's just the start of what I c-could be doing..." she managed to out between breaths. Spike sped up his thrusts, not showing any mercy to the filly on the phone. His thrusts were about that of a normal fuck for the two in relation to speed, and yet he still managed to fluidly slip in and out of Sweetie's ever-wettening marehood without a hitch. He trailed a single soft lick up the side of Sweeties arm and onto her neck, then flicked his tongue along her cheek. The starlet chuckled, making her whole body vibrate. It made Spike's slick cock shake inside of her, making both lovers moan simultaneously.

Sweetie, unable to resist indulging herself, stole a kiss from her dragon boy, then went back to her one-sided phone call. "Y-yeah, I like that. What's up next?"

"Well, like I said, it's heavy." It was far beyond Spike how Paperweight couldn't hear them both. "Neon Lights sent in a few of his latest singles and he wants you to throw in your own spin; he's giving you complete creative freedom."

Sweetie nearly dropped the phone when Spike snagged a mouthful of her ear and bit down. And yet, to his awe and respect, she didn’t break. Not yet, anyway.“That’s so... wo-wonderful…” she cooed, dragging her fingers out along the wall.

“You have three concerts left on your current tour, of course. We can’t forget that.”

“Uh-huh… Uh-huh… Keep going…” That comment was definitely all for Spike. Every time he rammed into her, inside her, her walls threatened to crush him in and never let go. She had a relentless want for him that no amount of business could ever quell. There was some sort of thrill to very nearly blowing her cover, blanketed by the reassurance that, deadbeat as he was, Paperweight would never let any paparazzi get their slimy grip on Sweetie.

As for Spike, well, she’d allow his slimy grip on her anywhere, particularly her breasts, which he palmed and squeezed with every thrust of his pelvis. It only served to make Sweetie tighter around him. He could feel her arousal heightening and her resolve dwindling. She was so close to just dropping the phone and letting natural instinct taking its course. He could tell so well by how she hardly even listened to the earpiece, instead thrashing her head and moaning and gasping erratically.

And yet Paperweight kept talking. “Oh, and you know those bullcrap evaluations we have to go through every year? That’s coming up next week. I’ll just query you on how you’re finding your label and whatnot.”

Sweetie nodded, though it was unclear if it was in response to him or the drake pulling him against her and onto him even further. “I’m yours…” she said. Her free hand became dedicated to massaging her clit. Already overwhelmed with rising aura in her nethers and her mind, that was the last push she needed. All that was left was to let Spike hump her until she reached the top.

“And that brings us to the last item, and this one’s a breather, thank Celestia. DJ PON3 is hosting a crossover party so every rising star can meet the veterans of music, and possibly sign some co-op deals.”

“Oooh, I wanna come!” Sweetie murred. That was the last straw. She lost herself, moaning unforgivably loud to the point of violating the phone’s mouthpiece. She dropped it and gave no care as it slammed to the carpet with a soft clatter. She fell against the wall, heaving. She kept jerking her hips to milk out the remainder of her orgasm until she had nothing left to give. Although she rather viciously smirked when she noticed that Spike hadn’t come yet, a fact he awkwardly shrugged at.

With her composure regained, Sweetie got on her knees, motioning for Spike to stay where he was. She picked up the phone, listened for a moment, then responded. “Oh, thank you for the RSVP, Paperweight. You are amazing.” She mouthed ‘total chode’ to Spike. “Just one thing. I want to bring Spike on stage for the next…” She looked past his wet cock to silently ask him what his schedule was. He mouthed ‘I’m free’. Sweetie went back to the phone. “The next five gigs I have.”

“Was he the one with the flute?” Paperweight asked. Spike snorted.

“No, silly. He was the dragon.” Sweetie tucked the phone between her cheek and neck, then brought her palms to Spike’s belly, teasing his sensitive, scaleless skin with her soft touch as she dragged her fingers to his crotch. “He’s a talented pianist. Not to mention, he’s just drop dead gorgeous.” She winked at him. “He could expand my demographic. Plus, I’ll be the only teen idol with a dragon backing me up!”

“As much as I’m sure a lot of people would love to see a dragon behind you—” Spike and Sweetie had to swallow a burst of laughter. “—I am skeptical. Are you sure he’s talented enough for the big leagues?”

Sweetie’s fingers fondled Spike’s testicles, playing them like silly putty. “He was the real star of my last show, trust me.” The drake clenched up a little, then relaxed as Sweetie’s delicate grip wrapped around his cock, which twitched at her touch; it liked her a lot. “And let me tell you, he’s a master when it comes to the art of music.” Most of that music was grunting as she stroked him. There was no friction, due to him being coated in her and his own pre, just good, smooth, wet strokes. His mental pleasure gauge filled quickly. “If he gets his hands on a well oiled set, he can make the fangirls scream.”

And that was it for him. Sweetie smiled, closed her eyes and let his white spray dabble her face. Well, dabble was an understatement; it may as well have been a spa treatment with how coated she was. She held the phone aside as the second wave struck her muzzle and trickled down to coat her lips. The third and fourth waves fell onto her breasts and settled into her cleavage.

And by all the unbelievable miracles of the world that have been and ever will be, Paperweight was still left blissfully unaware that he had just listened in on a classic case of bukkake. “That just about covers everything,” he said, sounding pressed to wrap things up. “You enjoy the rest of your stay in Ponyville, Sweetie Belle.” The phone went click.

“I can’t believe I just did that…” Sweetie muttered.

Spike quietly stepped away to retrieve a small towel from the counter, and when he stepped back to the kneeling starlet, she was laughing out loud, an act he couldn’t help but join in. “That was hysterical! We’ll never be able to imitate that!” he said, handing her the towel.

“I know, right?” She took her time to get clean of the spunk riddling.her face. As she worked on her muzzle, she said, “Paperweight really is a sweetheart, but he’s just so drab. He doesn’t have any ingenuity, know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” said Spike. “How are you supposed to change the music industry if he won’t let you?”

Sweetie nodded as she stood up and politely handed the towel back. “It’s a real shame I’m going to drop him.”

That was new information to Spike, something that almost made him forget he just came all over her face. “Drop him?”

Beckoning for him to follow, Sweetie swayed her hips and walked past the living room area to the bed. “Yep. In fact, I’m dropping my whole label and signing on with Vinyl Scratch’s group. They let her do anything she wants.”

That was a reassuring thought for Spike. If Vinyl Scratch could get away with topless concerts, then Sweetie Belle could definitely find a way to ascend to her fullest potential. After all, a mare that mixes both rock and Veneightian opera in her free time deserves more freedom. I still can’t believe her current label turned that album down!

Both mare and dragon crawled onto the bed, sharing a brief kiss before intertwining in a lovers’ embrace. Spike held the rising star to his warm chest and sighed contently, content in more ways than one. “Well, you know I’ve always believed in you, Sweets. So long as you can stretch your creative legs, I’m happy for you.” He drew her face up to his and kissed her again. “Just promise me that you won’t become a stage slut.”

Sweetie wagged her finger. “I’m only a slut for you, Spikey-Wikey.” She chuckled, then sat up. “Speaking of which, what do you want to do next?”

The drake nearly forgot that it was his turn, and he was at a loss for anything new at the moment. But with all of these changes going on in the near future, he was feeling a little sentimental. He sat up along with Sweetie and said, “How about we recharge our batteries, then you crawl on top of me, and ride me into the freakin’ sunset?”

Like the call of a rooster to the morning sun, Sweetie couldn’t help but scream as Spike ravished her. His heat coaxed her further and further apart, but it was by her will that he did so. She used his sturdy chest as support, pushing herself up and down on his cock, swallowing him and letting him go, only to slam back down to feel his heat once again.

“Aah, fuuuuck…” And Spike loved every instance of it. While typical sexual intercourse action beckoned him to close his eyes like in the pictures, he kept them open to admire the beauty bouncing off of him. The little jiggles of Sweetie’s perfectly placed fluff, the gainaxing of her breasts every time she fell and rose… Now that’s art, he thought. He snapped a mental image for a potential painting. Or maybe something with markers.

“Mmm, you’re so warm inside me, Spikey-Wikey…”

Spike felt his sweat hasten at such dirty talk. He was so enamoured with the mare straddling him, he couldn’t even think of a better response than, “You’re warmer.”

“You’re hotter,” she replied.

He tried to summon some witty retort. Yet, as he felt his rising climax reach its finale, he lost it somewhere in his mind. “You’re… you’re… Oh, Goddesses…”

Sweetie rolled her hips along Spike, rubbing every inch of him all over her insides. He was already past the point of no return, and all that was left was to milk every last drop of seed out of him. “I’m gonna come, Spike… You’re making me come…” She tensed up, moaning uncontrollably as her legs twitched.

“Effin’... ditto… You’re amazing…”

Spike couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when he came, only that he felt an immense satisfaction from seeing his load drain from Sweetie’s lips. “Mmm… that’s refreshing…” the mare whispered. She rolled her hips one last time before pulling off (Her face was practically begging her body not to) and snuggling up with Spike.

At least ten minutes passed before she turned over and laid down on her back, with her and Spike holding hands. It seemed a little childish, but with how tired they both were, it was the most they could do. It was a nice moment to do so anyway, with the sunset shining on both their naked bodies.

Sweetie, drunk on afterglow, giggled and asked, “Spike, could you tell me a story?”

“Like what?” he asked in turn.

“I dunno…” She puckered her lips and thought on that. “How about another sexcapade? Somepony you haven’t told me or the Crusaders about yet.”

Spike had something in mind. Oh, boy. This might raise a few brows, but then again, why should I be ashamed of it? “Alright, but I’ll have to recap a few things so it makes sense. There’s a lot of why to this story.”

“Why?” Sweetie asked.

“You’ll see.”

He cleared his throat and recited his tale of many humps.

“So, I already told you that, uh, after that drunken ride with Pipsqueak, I had a bit of an identity crisis with my sexuality. You know... muscle shirts. Collars. Hoity Toity magazines. I was just playing what I thought would be the part. And, to be honest, I did have fun. We all go through times when we find something incredibly stupid incredibly awesome, and we look back on those times in later years and laugh our asses off.”

“I get that,” said Sweetie. “I used to like twerking.” She looked physically ill. “Nobody should like twerking.”

“Well, anyway, Twilight started watching me closely. She knew something was off about me. She said she'd run some tests after I got back from the Feelin' the Wub tour. I figured a cool talk with the DJ could be fun. Oh, was it fun. You know this, of course. It turns out, one of Vinyl's many fetishes includes an affinity for dragons. Dang, right? We were just talking casually about our favorite restaurant in the area, then she asked me to take my clothes off. Let me tell you, she is very persuasive. And, mind, we were surrounded by other concert goers. Didn't stop her from sucking my cock in front of all of them. But, hey, if something's worth doing, it's worth overdoing. She started stripping everything off, except for her striped sleeves, and got on top of me. Frankly, it's probably because of her that having girls on top is my favorite position. Some of the other dudes left, of course, but I really got into it when the ones who stayed to watch actually started cheering for me. ‘You hear them, dude?’ Vinyl said to me. She was on her back, expecting me with open arms, er, legs. ‘They wantcha to fuck me. I wantcha to fuck me.’ She was grinding her hips against the couch, uh, we were on the couch, and she was so wet. She kept begging. ‘Get your sweet ass over here and fuck me, dragon boy.’”

Sweetie huggled closer to Spike, her arousal visible on her face. “You talking like Vinyl is way hotter than it should be.”

“And she just kept saying dirty stuff as I, uh, well, fucked her. ‘Your slick dragon cock is inside me, big guy,’ and, uh, ‘I’m gonna cum aaaaall over your huge fucking dick, dude.’”

“She could give me lessons in dirty talk,” said Sweetie.

“Then things got really gnarly when two other guys joined in. She jerked them off while I kept banging her. Every now and then she'd lift her head over and start downing one of the two other guys that had joined in. I've gotta say though, when she's moaning through some other guys schlong rather than just moaning out loud, it is a lot hotter. Anyways, yeah, at this point there were at least four more people just standing around watching us. Vinyl was just having fun though, so she probably didn't care in the slightest, hell, she relished it. After maybe half an hour, both of the random guys that jumped in were finished (In her hair, might I add) and I was still managing to keep myself going. I'm pretty sure at that point Vinyl had came at least three times over, but she still had energy too, so we just kinda kept going right there in front of the entire mass. It was pretty damn fun, I gotta admit.”

Sweetie, more red than white at this point, held her burning cheeks. “You… said you kept it up for twelve hours, right?” She giggled. “‘Twelve o’cock rock?’”

“That is no exaggeration, honey. Every time I had a second to wonder how I could keep myself going, Vinyl just pounced me, or started blowing me, or forced my head onto her snatch, or got a strap-on and—” Spike shut himself up right there, smiling meekly. “Uh, let’s pretend I didn’t say that.”

“As you wish.” Sweetie drew her fingers across her lips like a zipper.

“Anyway, the only reason we stopped is because Vinyl had to hitch a ride to the next town over. We finished with her bent over in the shower, with my spunk frosting her entire ass. Before she left, she handed me her panties, kissed me on the lips and told me, ‘You’ve made the list.’ I only figured out what she meant when I saw all of her phone numbers scribbled on the panties.”

“Do you still have the panties?” Sweetie asked.

“They’re hanging above my piano troph— I mean, uh…”

The starlet kissed Spike, humming into his neck as she embraced him. “I think it’s adorable, Spikey-Wikey.” She giggled again. “And, to be honest, that’s probably the hottest Celestia-danged thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.” She parted the embrace slowly, bringing her hands to the drake’s chest. “So, I guess Twilight had some things to say to you after that.”

Spike scratched his neck. “I was not shy about the fact that I did Vinyl for twelve hours straight, I’ll say that much. And yet, Twilight just saw it as another opportunity. She took me down to her lab. Y'know how you always see a mad scientist's lab in the movies and it always has stuff strewn about everywhere?"

"Yeah?"

"It was the exact opposite. I swear on my life the place couldn't have been more tidy. She ran a bunch of tests on me, stuff like testosterone checks, brain wave scans, basic things like that. After all those were done, she told me to get down to my underwear and sit on the lab chair in front of her. Being myself, I did and she told me that she needed to run a few more tests to make sure her results were accurate.

"Twilight just kinda strutted over as best she could and started examining all the different parts of my body: chest, legs, back, shoulders, neck, gut, and eventually she even thought to check my junk. She yanked my underwear off and took an initial measurement of a few.. things, before telling me I needed to get it up. I wanted to question her logic, but as I went to I noticed she was starting to unbutton her lab coat.

"I probably would've had to be blind to not catch that signal, so I did as she told me and got it all up and hard for her. Again, she took another measurement, grinned, and then did the thing that I knew she was going to get to eventually; she trailed this one long lick from the base all the way up to the tip, topping it off with a little kiss and a giggle. She said something sciency, but I think it translated to 'You taste nice,' or whatever."

Sweetie let out a slight chuckle at this but said nothing, eager to hear the rest of the tale as one of her hands began to drift down past her breasts and onto her belly.

"I just kinda sat there and waited. I can't really remember doing anything while she got herself all undressed. Twilight's got a really nice figure, sweet Celestia. She came over and started straddling me for a bit, grinding on my dick every now and then, and before I knew it, pop! I was in. She was either deprived of any sort of sexual stimulus for a while or she was just naturally tight, but oh my balls it was like trying to stick it into a test tube.” Spike stopped as he heard a barely audible purr from Sweetie. “Hey, wait..."

"Keep going...!" the white filly prodded, a single hand having slid its way over her love.

Spike smiled at her, impressed at how her drive nearly rivaled his. "She then showed off this book called 'The Clopasutra,' filled with every single sexual position you could think of, and every one you can't. I mean, you'd have to have Scootaloo levels of flexibility to pull some of this junk off. Twilight and I did a few of the basics over a bottle of wine. Dolphin style, downward facing dog, sixty-nine..."

"Anal?" Sweetie piped up, lifting her fingers away from herself for an instant.

Spike's eyes widened and he stuck out his tongue. "Luna, no. That is a page forever left unread.”

“Good call.” She went back to fingering herself while Spike watched and talked.

“So, yeah, Twilight and I have these, uh, ‘sessions’ regularly. Every two weeks, in fact. Next week, we’re practicing oral. You know, there was this one time where she wore nothing but a lab coat and a pair of really sexy glasses.”

Sweetie’s fingers parted and rubbed along her vaginal walls. The pressure caused little explosions to go off in her head. She was working up to the big explosion, the one where she’d end up utterly drenched in her own fluids.

She paused to look at how moist she was, and, by mild surprise, saw plenty of Spike’s cum laced into the nectar between her fingers. That just made her hotter. “Were the glasses themselves sexy, or were they sexy because she was wearing them?”

"Well, a little of both really," Spike answered. "I mean, if she hadn't been wearing them it wouldn’t have made a difference, but they'd make anyone hot instantly."

"Should I borrow them sometime?" Sweetie pondered aloud. Her fingers worked their magic to the thoughts of a sexy dragon boy utterly ravaging her insides while she’d sit there in a cute pair of glasses. It was near unbearable how bad she wanted him.

"Oh, that's not really needed. I mean, if you want to, sure, but you’re hot no matter what." Spike said that with a grin, his mind also slowly trailing off to the same thoughts as the diva. "But, anyways, yeah, nothing but a lab coat and those ultra hot glasses. It was the day we were practicing different forms of dolphin. Hohman, she was mad after that..." he trailed off. His grin was even wider now.

"Mad? Why was she mad?" Sweetie paused her fingers for a moment.

"Oh, I just ripped her coat a few times, bit off a few buttons, etcetera."

“Oh, Celestia…” Within a nanosecond after he had said it, Sweetie’s fingers dug upwards and nailed themselves right into a very pleasurable spot. That sent a noticeable shiver up her spine. “I’m close…” she cried out involuntarily. She couldn’t keep it to herself.

Spike's grin grew even wider as he conjured up a rather kinky memory, but one he was fond of, and he was sure the masturbating mare next to him would love too. "Then you're going to wanna hear this."

"Hnnagh?"

"Our most recent session was definitely our most unorthadox. But that's the beneit of living with the smartest and most powerful mage in Ponyville. She wanted to play dom, and I decided, 'Eh, why not.' You know how much I like sub. Well, Twilight took that to the extreme. She cast this spell that made her breasts shrink and her vag disappear. I blinked, and wa-bam, Twilight was a dude. A really cute one too, like those girly boys you see in Shonen Trot comics. Then things got freaky."

Sweetie's thumb ran over her nub, eliciting a hiss from her pursed lips. "How can you get much f-freakier than that?"

"She passed her magic hands over me, and next thing I knew, I was growing a pair of perky breasts."

Sweetie's eyes widened in excitement and shock as she began to speed up her already rapidly euphoric fingerings. Spike was playing her like a piano with this memory's tale, and the music was just about to hit its climax.

"So Twilight gained a dick, and I lost mine and suddenly just had what you have in its place! Oh. Geez. It was amazing. Within the first few seconds of Twilight having pinned me down, I was already as soaked as I thought possible for a female to be." His goal was highly intentional. He wanted to make the filly beside him finish herself off to his story. "But what happened next was the real fun part.”

"O-oh really?" Sweetie stuttered.

"Oh yeah. When she had me pinned down and her stallionhood was resting on my you-know, she didn't exactly hesitate to just thrust the entire thing in at once. It was the most incredible thing I've ever felt in my entire life. Like, you know how much I can make you scream? Now that I've been on your end, I can really understand why. That was just ridiculous. And her energy was absolutely top notch too, considering she was rutting into me faster than I thought she would be able to. Now that I think about it, that was the moment I realized that I had been holding myself back in the bedroom. Didn’t have long to dwell on it, though; Twilight was relentless.”

Sweetie was so red and sweaty, it was hard to believe she ever had a perfectly groomed white coat just moments before.

It was time to end this little tease. Spike ran his hand along Sweetie's torso, tracing a claw around her belly, and ushered her thrusting hand out of the way. He inserted his own two fingers and resumed where she left off. Her surrendered moaning did nothing to drown out his story.

"She fucked me up and down and all around the library, even once on the balcony. She kissed me like a stallion would, and I completely melted into her. I told her, 'I'm yours, Twilight... Fuck me like a stallion! I love being your bitch! Fuck my dragon pussy!' I'll never feel so full again, getting pumped up with her cum... I know why you mares love it so much." Spike was feeling flustered himself. "Of course, Twilight and I cuddled like a real couple that night. We've only gotten closer since then..." He jammed another finger into Sweetie. "And I've only gotten closer to my bedfellows!"

With a high pitched squeal of pleasure, Sweetie's blush grew at least twice as strong and her body twice as shaky. Her own fingers were playing their own games, but Spike's claws feeling about on their own path and at an entirely different rhythm felt absolutely incredible in unison. She let out a long sigh to show her support of the new development, only to have that sigh quickly be diminished by the twitching happiness that comes with every orgasm. "O-ohh, sweet mother of Celestia yes..."

Compared to the rest of her noise building up to it, it was a quiet orgasm, one that began and ended with merely a purr from her lips. Nevertheless, her body did the speaking for her, with a waterfall of nectar flowing from her flower, drenching her and Spike’s appendages.

Once again, the afterglow, as well as a temporarily weakened body, compelled Sweetie to lazily sit up and snuggle herself into Spike. Like a puppy, she playfully licked at his neck and nipped with childish affection. “How did you become so wonderful?” she mumbled into his scales.

“Years of practice?” Spike guessed. He returned the embrace, smiling at how her mouthplay tickled him. Leaning over her shoulder, he got a good look at the fluids strung between his fingers. “Yep, you’re a dirty girl. We’d better take a shower soon.”

“I’ll make sure to drop the soap,” Sweetie joked. She tightened her hold on Spike. “Just… give me a moment. I wanna enjoy this.”

Spike tousled her mane, sighing and basking in her cuddles. There were worse ways to spend the time after a good climax, and seeing Sweetie in post-masturbatory euphoria was a sight almost superior to sex. Almost. “Sure thing, doll,” he whispered into her ear.

He was looking forward to a moment of silence, if only to heighten the anticipation until he could get inside her again, and silent it was for several minutes.

Until Sweetie spoke up. “Spike?”

“Yep?”

“You were gone in Trottingham for a real long time. Why did you go there?”

She was stepping into odd territory for questions, but Spike wasn’t about to deny her an answer. “I was feeling under the weather. I needed to get away for a while.”

“Mmm. Sometimes we all need a vacation.” Sweetie paused for a moment, her mind starting to wander. “You know, that week was really weird. You were gone, Apple Bloom got her cutie mark, and Rarity locked herself in her room. I don’t even know why.”

Spike nodded, not saying a word.

“I tried cheering her up with a movie - it was that cool one about the knight and the dragon who fell in love - but she told me, get this, ‘I don’t want to see anything to do with dragons for a while.’ That’s really weird for her, I mean, she’s cool with you.”

Spike remained silent.

“She is, right?”

Sweetie felt a little less gleeful as Spike relinquished the embrace, stood up and walked away. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

The starlet, suddenly overcome with dread, dashed away from the bed and sprinted to the bathroom door. “Spikey-Wikey?” she called out nervously.

“Don’t call me that.”

Author's Note

One more.

The Meaning of Love

In a manner of moments, all the aura of unrelenting sex and passion had dwindled into nil, and all that remained was an unpleasant looming confusion. Sweetie Belle, left hanging in the hours of twilight, had long since changed into a soft puce bathrobe and occupied herself with whatever minor amusing diversions she could obtain. She had played a few quests in Fallout: Equestria on the hotel’s television, but that got depressing rather quickly, so she opted to jot down a few lyrics for her next single. Unfortunately, that too lead nowhere, as the silence made her dwell on Spike’s sudden stomp-off.

It was the well and late hours of the night, and Spike still hadn’t come back. Sweetie wasn’t entirely sure if he was still in the bathroom, but he hadn’t shown himself since he locked himself in there.

She knew for sure that she had touched a nerve when she brought up Rarity, and she promised herself with prayers to Celestia and Luna (And Cadence and Twilight, just for insurance) that she would never bring her sister up for as long as she lived, so long as she got to hug and hump Spike again. It took only an hour for her to realize how much she needed him. If Spike had told her he was well and done for the weekend, she would have understood; that would have been closure. But his behavior back there was just plain unnerving to her.

She considered it a miracle in itself that she managed to fall asleep, partially because she still ached for more sensuous bonding with her sexy dragon boy, but also because of questions unanswered. She felt like a child again, being sent to her room… by Rarity… who never told her why… which was exactly what happened when she asked Rarity why she wanted nothing to do with dragons. Sweetie had rampaged around her room while headbanging to songs about stupid sisters and stupid meanies during her unfair punishment.

She awoke to one of those songs.

“Why do I love you?
Every time we lie awake,
after every hit we take,
every feeling that I get…”

It was garbled and quiet. She partially rose from the covers, more awake than she normally would be due to not having slept very long. A glance at the bedside clock told her she only nodded off for two hours. That lead her gaze to a certain drake, dressed in black, flame-patterned robes, with his legs crossed as he sat at the side of the bed.

“Spike?”

He slowly turned to Sweetie as he removed the pair of headphones wrapped around his neck, then turned them off, silencing the song. By the moonlight, glistening remains of tears could be seen on his cheeks. He quickly turned away. He rotated a glass in his grip and gave it a swig. “I was watching you sleep,” he said after he swallowed. He then grimaced. “Okay, that sounds stalker-ish…”

“Whatcha drinking?” Sweetie asked.

“Martini. Thought it might cheer me up.” He drank again, this time for longer than what should be healthy. He had to force himself to let the glass fall from his lips. He sighed and said, “I thought wrong.”

It was an unusual situation to say the least, with Spike remaining there and draining his glass. Sweetie was internally thankful he had at least gotten to speaking with her, but there was still nothing more she could do than splay her arms out across the bed and exhale. “Okay, this is the part where I try to ask you things, terrified that you’ll run off again without explaining what that was all about.”

Spike tried to drink again but the glass was well empty at that point. He settled for eating the olive at the bottom. After he swallowed, he set the glass on the floor and leaned back. “I’m not going to leave you again if I can help it. I just had a freakout. It happens.”

“Yeah, I get that, but...” Sweetie facepalmed, then got off her back. She loosened up her robes a little, showing off more fur, then waded through the blankets to reach Spike. She held his shoulders, then spoke with more tenderness to her voice. “But not with you. I’ve seen you rampage through Ponyville as a gigantic greed-induced dragon but I’ve never seen you go emo.”

Spike chuckled pathetically. “Emo?”

“Yeah, and honestly, I prefer giant dragon.”

Another chuckle, this one less pathetic, made the situation seem a little less awkward and sad. But Spike still looked like he was hurting as he massaged the bridge of his beak. “I’ve been thinking of some epic award winning confession about how much you mean to me and what happened in my past doesn’t have any bearing on my many beddings… None of them sounded any good.”

“Try one,” said Sweetie, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Okay.” Spike cleared his throat, held his arms out in synchronization with his breath, and began. “When you love someone very much, heck, even if you like someone, you sorta… give your soul to them. And when they like you back, it’s like your souls are united, and stronger because of that. But then, when you lose a friend or lover, or you’re forced to break things off, it’s like… you don’t get that part of your soul, the part you gave away, back. So you have to deal with a broken soul for a while. And it’s hard to give away a broken soul, right?”

Sweetie saw many different directions in which this could go, but none of them made any sense. “I think I get your metaphor, but what does that have to do with—”

“I had sex with Rarity.”

Sweetie stopped, petrified, as if she had just gotten jumped by a cockatrice. Her expression, pose, even her eyes, were completely void of movement. At least, until she looked at Spike, held her arms out, dropped her jaw and said, “Okay.”

Spike feared this sort of reaction, and he had no doubts that he would be thrown out of the penthouse in a few minutes. Maybe a few seconds. “Yeah, that… that happened. Can I get another drink?”

He reached for his glass but Sweetie quickly moved over, stretched out her leg and knocked it aside. “No. I’ve waited too long to hear this.” She held her temples. “I’m not mad, Spike. Rarity has had her share of partners, some I’ve walked in on her with. If anything…” Her expression turned warmer, with a smile of support. “I’m glad that you two finally had your time.”

“Isn’t that just precious,” Spike scoffed. “Then ask me why I wasn’t prancing around town celebrating that I had taken the mare of my dreams to the bedroom.” A moment of silence passed. “No, seriously, ask.”

Sweetie looked back and forth, then asked, “Why weren’t you—”

“A lot of things!” Spike stood from the bed, pacing back and forth with his hands on his hips. “We were drunk, okay? It was just another day, I went over to her place to see what was up, she had a pitcher of margaritas. I was of legal age at the time, at least as dragons go. How could I resist? At first it was just a social occasion. One glass, maybe two, as we discussed ideas for high fashion. I even modeled a couple outfits for her.” He paused. “And a dress.” He awkwardly rubbed his spines as Sweetie held her muzzle to control her laughter. “I didn’t mind.”

“Keep going.”

“Anyway, I just kept drinking, but Rarity drank more. And more. Up until the point that I don’t think she was entirely herself. I mean, I was tipsy, but she was outright wasted. And then…” Spike trailed off as a sound of tearing fabric wrecked the quiet of the night. He noticed he had dug his claws into his robe. “Urgh. We went upstairs, slobbered all over each other, got undressed...”

Sweetie was tempted to crawl up and hug Spike, but she didn’t want to spook him. He didn’t seem in a very huggable mood anyway, and a lot of confusion bore on her. “I thought you’d be happy about it, Spike…”

“You’d think so!” the drake yelled. “But no! In fact, I redact what I said before. We didn’t have sex. That was not sex! We fucked, okay?! We fucked like drunken animals because… be… because that’s what we were! Drunken, stupid, senseless, fucking animals! And you know something? It… it was awful. Like… I don’t even know what I was doing. And neither did Rarity. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but that’s not the problem. The problem is, it happened. I’ll tell you what I do remember, though. Shame.” He cringed, cradling his head. “Shame up to my fucking eyes!”

“Wha—” Sweetie didn’t even get a chance to form one word.

“We sat there, embarrassed as all get-out, sobering up enough to realize what we had just done. The look Rarity gave me… I remember every detail. Her jaw was slack, her eyes were wide, she had a bead of sweat falling from the bridge of her muzzle… That was the last thing I saw before I ran. I didn’t stop until I was out the door, across Ponyville and back in my bed at Twilight’s house. I didn’t sleep that night. I locked myself away in there for a week while Twilight served me food in bed. I didn’t even have the dignity to act sick. I just flaked out like a dumbass… Who am I kidding, I am a dumbass!”

Sweetie couldn’t have gaped anymore if she tried. “Jeepers…”

“Yeah. And when I came out, I saw Rarity again. She looked at me the exact same way. Slack jaw. Wide eyes. Sweat. I mumbled gibberish and sprinted back inside.” Exasperated, Spike shuffled to the bed and plopped down next to Sweetie, falling out his back. His cheeks were shining again. “That was years ago. That was the last time I saw her.”

Spike didn’t blink as he let his tears fall, and he relished the soft comfort of Sweetie’s fingers gently brushing his spines. It was soothing, at least a little bit.

“I took advantage of her, Sweets… I threw everything out the window for a drunken, shameful fumble of a night. Everything that Rarity and I could have ever been is gone, and it’s my fault.”

Sweetie nodded solemnly. “I think I know what you meant with souls and all. It’s worse for you, what with your childhood crush on my sister…”

“I poured my soul into that crush for years. Almost everything I had belonged to Rarity, and I was so close to making her the one. And then…” Spike made a gesture like an explosion. “Yeah.” He covered his face and curled his legs, scrunching them up against his chest. He looked more miserable than a wet kitten, and his sobs nearly broke Sweetie’s heart. “I can’t make that sort of commitment ever again. I’ll break…” He tried to dry those tears, to little avail. “That’s why I throw myself into bed with so many mares and stallions. It helps.”

“Helps with what?” Sweetie asked. She lay down next to Spike and wrapped herself around him, feeling like she could put a damper on his shivering.

Spike looked up at her. He didn’t smile, but he was thankful for her embrace. “I don’t know… It just helps. I feel a lot better about myself, knowing I can at least bring pleasure to others out there… Maybe make up for my greatest mistake. I meet somepony nice, we fall into bed together. Sometimes we just fuck and call it, sometimes we do something more, maybe order a pizza and watch a movie before the sex… I’ve been on a few romantic dinners, those were nice. The point is, the folks I meet, we never do anything more than hang out for a while and hump. There’s no long-term commitment. No souls get broken. Least of all, mine.”

The sobbing drake swallowed in surprise when his lover nuzzled him, brushing his dorsal fin and kissing his cheek. In a playful tone, she asked, “So am I just another night of cathartic sex for you?”

Spike would have stood up in a flash to deny such a thing if it weren’t for a hundred and some-odd pounds of nubile starlet huggling him. “Babe, jeez, no,” he instantly spat out. He ran his claws through Sweetie’s bedhead curls. “No, I’d never do anything like that, especially not to you. I came here because you asked me to.”

“Okay, Spikey-Wikey, I get it. I was joking.”

“I’d never use you for anything like that. You mean the world to me, I lo—” Spike’s mouth snapped shut.

He knew that Sweetie Belle knew what he was about to say, and for a moment filled with dread, like a viscous oil washing over him, he was worried he had gone and flubbed the entire weekend with one aborted sentence. Not wanting to see Sweetie’s expression, and simultaneously hoping she didn’t see his, he grappled a pillow and buried his beak deep within it.

As a short-lived look of shock bloomed into one of happiness, complemented by a giggle and light blush, Sweetie leaned over towards the burrowing drake and whispered to his uncovered part of his head, "I love you, Spike," before leaning back up into her sitting position to watch the fireworks.

The words made Spike’s eyes snap open. His muffled breathing halted in surprise. It took him a bit to sit up and stare off into the distance. After he was finished staring for a good few seconds, his gaze filled with a cross between shock and concern, he turned to Sweetie Belle and mouthed a single word. 'Really?'

She didn't do anything but nod in response.

Spike found himself nodding along with her. He didn't realize his mouth was agape until the jubilicious starlet brought her hand to his chin and closed it for him. He felt her other hand follow suit as it reached under his robe, touching his shoulder and brushing along up to his cheek.

"You can give me your soul if you want. Just for tonight," she whispered. Under any other circumstance, were this a romantic drama or a sappy adult film, Spike would have laughed, but that was the sort of thing he wanted, perhaps needed, to hear. And an embrace from the beautiful filly certainly didn't hurt matters. "I won’t break it, I promise."

Trying his absolute hardest not to let tears well up in his widened eyes, Spike nodded and returned the embrace wholeheartedly before saying in his least cracked and tear driven voice, "It's yours… You can have it..." It had been such a long time since he had ever felt this good, this warm about nearly anything, and it was more than incredible to know that the feeling was being returned to him tenfold. His embrace on the filly tightened with each breath.

Sweetie became enveloped in her magical teal aura, which was at its most radiant at the tip of her horn. She relinquished the embrace.

Spike was caught completely unawares. “What are you…”

He was silenced by a finger to his lips. “Shh… I’m setting the mood.” Sweetie waved to the windows, bringing down all of the blinds at once. The view of Ponyville disappeared from sight, dimming the room from the moon’s natural luminescence, save for a few inches of uncovered window. Spike could only see Sweetie by her glow and a single strip of moonlight across her face.

Sweetie pointed to the living room table with one hand and to the bedside table with another. A spark came from each finger, illuminating a set of candles on each surface. This bathed the entire penthouse in a flickering ethereal blue light.

“Blue fire?” Spike remarked. “Those magic lessons with Twilight really paid off. It’s beautiful.” He looked forward to see Sweetie had removed her robe, which lay abandoned on the carpet next to Spike’s glass. She was clad only in her white, lacy undergarments, with a seductive yet gentle expression visible only barely by the candlelight.

“Kiss me.”

Smiling lightly as his mind began to swoon, Spike cast himself forward. In a single movement, he was positioned over his love. Suspending himself up on his elbows, the drake leaned down and planted a long, soft kiss on her lips. He slowly lowered himself down and pressed their forms together as their lips continued to dance their own special dance. The sparks were more than flying as the two shared their moment and after only a mere minute had passed, Spike's body was giving him the sign that he was ready.

The enamoured and excited Sweetie Belle felt her fur crawl, reciprocating the life and passion radiating from Spike's very essence. A time like this made her so grateful to be a unicorn; if ever there was proof of magic in everything, it was Spike's loving gaze and caresses. His hips rolled into hers, forcing her to feel his stiffening erection beneath his robe. Something seemed different about it. Like it didn't desire to ravish her, rather, it needed her.

"Oh, Spike..." she gasped, feeling sharp fangs sink into her neck. Her breath quickened and her hold on Spike grew ever tighter, until the sweet pain stopped. "Mmm..." She relaxed her head against the pillows and closed her eyes, relishing the relief, then looked back to become lost in Spike's green eyes. "You remember what you said, right? About the difference between fucking and making love?"

“Yeah… every word.” His claws tickled Sweetie’s fur as they grazed over her stomach, stopping just under her chest. She laughed, albeit quietly, but it was her body’s fluctuations that gave Spike the indication he was doing something right. It was lucky for him that being tickled was one of Sweetie’s many turn-ons. Another turn-on of hers was being teased by the mouth of her bedfellows, which Spike had well and down. His slick reptilian tongue flicked at her breasts, which were still shielded by white fabric.

Sweetie, silently beckoning for her bra to be removed and let her breasts lay free, brought her arms away from Spike and held them over her head. She considered it a stroke of luck that she had worn one of those bras that unstraps from the front. It was even better that Spike took notice, unhooking it with a single swish of a claw. He took ahold of the bra and gently pushed it over Sweetie’s head and along her arms until it was entirely off. Their hands met along the way, making it as good a moment as any to share a kiss.

“Hello, sunshine,” he whispered.

“Hey, yourself…”

Spike smirked cheekily. “I was talking to the girls.” He took a handful of marshmallowy goodness, making Sweetie sigh at the tingling sensation before she could quip back at him. But just one hand gripping one breast wasn’t going to cut it.

Together, they pressed the breasts up against each other, massaging nipple against nipple until the combination of the mildly cold night air and the sheer eroticism of the lovers’ passionate foreplay made both points hard as diamonds, and all the more lickable for Spike’s tongue. He circled around the areolas a few times, playing to the sound of Sweetie’s giggles, then turned those giggles into moans by clamping down on both nipples at once. He thrashed around a little bit, adding tension to the slivers of pain. When he released, Sweetie’s breasts jiggled back into place. “You were saying?”

“I… I…” Sweetie had to catch her breath, then wipe her brow clean of sweat. She cupped her hands over Spike’s cheeks and brought him in for another long, intimate kiss. Even when that kiss ended, she remained so close to him their lips brushed with every word she said. “I… don’t want to be fucked. I think I’ve had my fill of fucking for a while, to be honest.”

Spike had a good idea where this was going, but he indulged the filly beneath him. “Then… what do you want, exactly?” His nostrils blew a small puff of smoke when he felt Sweetie’s stealthy little fingers crawling along his pelvis, fast approaching his very ready and very willing erection.

As her fingers trailed closer and closer, Sweetie looked deep into her drake's curious eyes and said in sincerity a most genuine and passionate plea, "It’s more than enough to have you ravish me with all of your passion and desire, but it means nothing unless you put your heart into it. I want you to make love to me."

Once it was out, Spike took a short moment to process things, his eyes slowly losing their lustful gaze and replacing it with that of love and care along with a gentle smile in complement. "Well," he said softly, "if you insist, my dear." And slowly descended his lips onto his love’s own, embracing the pair in a heartfelt kiss unlike any other.

The only thing in the world that stopped Spike from making such an engrossed kiss last for hours was tickling warmth on his already well engorged and quite heated cock. Sweetie's hand was placed upon it vertically, with her fingers pawing at his testicles. Whatever hope Spike held of keeping his composure was gone when she gave him a good long stroke. That tugged his lower body closer against hers. Only the silk of his robe and the cloth of her underwear separated them from becoming one.

Realizing this sad truth, Spike broke the kiss for a moment and looked into Sweetie's eyes. His wordless expression said more than needed and both he and Sweetie began to make repairs to the blockades set between the two. Spike sat up, removing his robe and setting it aside as he watched the sweet white filly unveil her sex. She didn’t take it slow, but it wasn’t a rush either. Either way, the white panties ended up being kicked onto the floor. The tension was only building as they reset their position, Spike atop Sweetie, and their gazes met once more.

"I almost forgot how this felt... You know, just holding somepony close. While being completely naked, uh..." He faltered, smiling at his failed attempt at a dramatic speech. "You look great, by the way."

Giggling, Sweetie leaned up and gave the drake a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you, Spike." She smiled, placing her hands on his hips and nudging down a bit. "I'm ready when you are…”

Spike's claws wrapped around her hands and steered them to hold him by his back. "Stay close to me, okay?" the drake asked. He deliberately neglected to arch his back. He needed to be against this beautiful mare, feeling the rise and fall of her chest, her heartbeat quickening in anticipation of him, her breasts forming to his embrace, hell, her everything. She's perfect, he thought. I don't know why I’d ever bother looking anywhere else.

Nodding in agreement to his terms, Sweetie lovingly wrapped her arms around him as he began to get himself ready to slide in. He looked down and mouthed the words, 'I love you' to the mare beneath him, smiling sweetly as she mouthed it back and he began to slowly guide his length into Sweetie's marehood.

Her smile broke for what felt like the first time in hours, replaced with pursed lips. A squeal formed in her throat as she felt a new kind of warmth pass her entrance and grace her inner walls. "Oh, sweet yappers, Spike!" She ran her hands along his back as a sign of loving approval. "Where was this yesterday?" She wiggled her hips, wanting to feel more of this sudden libido. "You feel so different."

Spike's aura of confidence was incredibly alluring as he tilted his head and smirked. "You like it?"

"Oh, new is awesome… I love it..." she sighed, grinding against Spike's shaft still as she wordlessly begged him in further.

Obliging the silent request, Spike slowly began to move himself into and out of the soft interior of his love beneath him. His breaths were in rhythm with his movements as he leaned his head down and buried it in Sweetie's shoulder. He tuned his ears in to hear her own amazed breaths with each movement he made. She was like his own little instrument.

If this were any of the nights before, Spike would have been tempted to bite her, scratch a little, perhaps say something dirty. He might have turned her on her side and slam into her from behind while tweaking her clitoris. Or he’d have leaned all the way back and let her grind and ride him to an easy but relaxing climax. But suddenly all of that felt unbalanced, like it wouldn’t be enough. Spike didn’t want anything sexy or raunchy. He was comfortable with just feeling every inch of Sweetie with something other than his dick. His heart was the muscle he was truly using. That was why he could safely say that Sweetie was by far, out of every mare or stallion he’d taken over the past years, the best he ever had.

And unbeknownst to him, the feeling was mutual for Sweetie Belle. Her mind melted into a disheveled mess, incapable of any thought other than being taken by this stallion… No, he wasn’t a stallion. He was beyond any stallion. She’d take a mighty, firebreathing dragon over a stallion any day. The one friendly dragon in Equestria and he was inside her… That luxury was renewed as she felt his length twitch. She hissed as her legs became little more than noodles.

She could feel all of him. Spike was going in deep, deeper, drawing an excess of nectar from her flower. She could feel his cock getting soaked in the nectar with each slow, powerful thrust, and he would always return to her like the generous, kind soul he was. Sweetie knew his was a soul she’d keep close to hers, even if it were just for this one night.

“Spike… I… I…” Her words were useless against his mighty, passionate wrath over her body. All attempts to call out to him turned into nonsensical wails. Wails of love, but still. There was a lot of wailing. She only managed to gasp out what she wanted to say, and it was only a fraction of how she intended to say it. “Ooooaah…” She reclaimed control of her legs and bent them, arching her back. Whenever Spike pounded into her, she thrusted forward to meet him. She couldn’t have gotten closer to him if she tried. “You can have my soul too… Whenever you want it… I’m… I’m yours… Take me, Spike…”

Her words pierced what little armor the drake had around his heart. He felt a surge in his loins. A surge of power, one that begged to emerge and claim Sweetie Belle. The moment he came, her words would reign true; he would be hers. While it pained him to break their embrace, Spike nonetheless rose above Sweetie. She never broke her clear and loving gaze with him, even when he pushed into her, grinding against her wrapped legs and glazed pelvis. “Go on, say it,” he pleaded.

“I’m yours?”

“No, the other thing… I know we’ve said it already, but I just want to hear it one more time.”

As Sweetie began to decipher what he might be requesting, she realized she was drawing nearer and nearer to her climax. Her body shivered to the point of trembling as she struggled to refrain from pulling Spike back down as his thrusts regained their power. She could tell that they were going to climax together, with each other, something she always dreamed of doing with somepony she actually loved.

"S-Spike, I.." she started, getting caught off guard by Spike brushing her clit. She out a light squeak.

Keeping his rhythm steady as his own end came near, Spike looked his love dead in the eyes and said without words that he was ready.

Before either of them even had time to think, the white mare pulled Spike against her, fully embracing his sweat and heat, and cried out, "Spike, I love you!" Her climax came strong in unison with the words.

The feeling of her love juices rushing out caused Spike to shiver and thrust a tad more sporadically as he let himself flow forth and fill Sweetie with his seed. One couldn’t call it a torrent; it was greater than that. It had more meaning than any other orgasm. By cumming with Sweetie, Spike knew he had bonded with her. And the feeling of satisfaction, relief, and rising warmth filled more than just his loins. He felt it all across his body, in his mind, and his heart. He didn’t feel it in his soul because, well, that thing belonged to the mare he claimed.

After the two had finished savoring the sensation of each other's finishing shots, Sweetie's flattened out onto the bed, and Spike collapsed atop her in a loving embrace. His breaths were heavy on her as he traveled along her neck. He planted small kisses up to her ear, then nipped it with soft affection.

Once Spike had caught his breath, he propped himself up again. He looked down at the smiling face of Sweetie Belle. Of all the picture perfect moments he had witnessed over the weekend, this was the most worthy of a painting. Sweetie looked so serene and blissful, with a smile enough to melt the coldest ice. With utmost sincerity, Spike whispered, "I love you too… so much…”

She held a bright, vibrant light. It was cupped between her hands, whispering unintelligible things from days long gone. She knew its purpose, what it was, although she didn’t claim to know most of the things this light held, she at least understood its purpose, and what she was supposed to do with it.

She tightened her grip on this light, but not too tight; it was far too important to her to risk breaking it. She brought it close to her breast, closing her eyes to listen to its whispers. Whispers of happiness, sorrow, and a tragic tale of unrequited love that fell to pieces. It was a tale sad enough to break her own heart, but a single notion brought her solace; the notion that she would hold this light. She would let it grow until it could manage on its own once again.

Whether or not she could keep it after, well, that was a bridge she would cross when she came to it.

The light resonated with her, spreading throughout her body like a wave. It was as if she was embraced by a lover tenfold; an overwhelming feeling of comfort and warmth stronger than any blanket.

Smiling gleefully, she rolled over and wrapped her arms around herself. The world grew silent. Peaceful it remained. If she could speak, she would have described this as happiness, pure happiness…

And then Sweetie Belle awoke.

She wiped the blur of the penthouse suite out of her eyes, groaning as she willed the rest of her body to respond to her. The most she could manage was rolling over to face the other side of the bed where she knew her darling drake would be.

Only he wasn’t there, much to her chagrin. She lifted herself up and looked around what little of the room she could see. She heard no noise from the kitchen or the bathroom. For a moment of rising panic, she searched for Spike’s coat. If it was gone, then he would be too. And if that were so… Sweetie whinged as she pondered the possibility that their balmy experience, that loving bond they sealed, was all a dream.

But she put all of those fears to rest when she caught sight of a moving figure across the room, mostly concealed the shadows of the night. Regardless, she recognized that it was Spike.

Sweetie felt the urge to hold him a little longer. She reached out over the bed for her robes, but just as she stretched out her arm, she paused at the sound of Spike’s voice.

“...There are a million words I could say right now, hell… I think I wrote some down. But I learned a little bit earlier that if I need to say something I should just come out and say it.”

With how he said that, with it being somewhat rushed and nervous, Sweetie figure that he wasn’t talking to her. A closer look at him confirmed that much; he was on the phone.

“Okay… Okay, here it goes… I’m sorry.”

That was enough to give Sweetie a good idea of who he was talking to. She relaxed, settling down and watching the conversation proceed. This would either end in disaster or euphoria. Either way, Spike had a big ol’ hug coming his way.

“What do you mean by that? Of course I have something to be sorry for! I made a complete mule out of us both! I… I used you! Do you have any idea what that means? ...That’s what I’m sorry for. I screwed up so many things… ...No, don’t do that. That sympathy card or whatever. We both know who’s in the wrong here. …But I… No. No, no no. How could I… I can’t forgive myself for doing that to you. That’s why I ran off. That’s why I don’t stay in Ponyville for more than a week. I’ve been so… Listen, I’ve been so scared of what you’d say to me that I just kept running. What scared me more was the idea that I could somehow mess us up even further. ...Yeah, I said that in the past tense. ...Yeah, I’m still scared, but… ...You heard me say I’m sorry. So please, just… Just get out what you need to. Please verbally castrate me.”

That last one nearly made Sweetie burst out laughing, but she didn’t want to break Spike’s concentration. He was under enough stress already.

“...You don’t… You’re not mad?”

Spike had a sudden rise from the depths of self-pity to what could only be described as squeeing.

“Oh, oh my… But I… I know, but… You’re really… Oh sweet Celestia, you were scared too, weren’t you? ...Mother of coincidences, right? So this whole thing was just one big misunderstanding! Holy… You don’t… You can’t comprehend how much it means to me to… I know, I… You’re still my friend, right? ...Yeah. ...Yeah, I guess we never weren’t friends. That meant more to me than anything else. It’s like… Yeah, exactly. Like I fell in love with the idea of falling in love with you.”

Spike held the phone away from him for just a moment. Sweetie assumed he didn’t want his audible choke to be heard.

“But that was the old me… Yep, yep. I can see that… So, we probably have a lot of catching up to do. Tell you what? Why don’t we do brunch? ...Okay, sounds awesome. ...No, I’ll pay. ...Shut up, I’m paying. I got a huge paycheck coming in. ...From a concert. I do concerts now. ...I know, right? ...Okay, see you tomorrow. Really looking forward to it.”

Spike waited a while to shut off the phone. He stood still for a moment, spun around in a circle and held a fist up high, nearly knocking a ceiling light away. He stumbled, caught hold of himself, and then settled for a much more subtle fist pump.

“Somepony’s happy,” said Sweetie Belle. She followed up with a sleepy yawn. Waking up twice in the middle of the night didn’t exactly bode well, regardless of her good mood. Assuming it was still nighttime. Looking at the clock told her it was 4:59. So, early morning. That was a little bit better.

Spike was still concealed by the shadows, but Sweetie could see him spin around, then rub his neck awkwardly. “Oh, you… You heard that.”

“I heard enough to be so proud of you!” The tired yet chipper unicorn lit up her horn and floated herself off of the bed, landing near the crumpled pile of cloth that were her robes. “You’ve got a date with Rarity!” She picked up the garment and threw it on, tying the sash as she approached Spike under the shadows.

“Well, not really a…”

“Oh, you.” The smiling starlet stepped closer to Spike and hugged him. She could feel he wasn’t wearing a shirt, though looking down she could faintly make out his jeans and loafers. “Were you going to leave?”

“Nah, I was just considering going for a walk. Then I saw the phone and figured I may as well do something really stupid.” Spike chuckled. “Turns out to be the best decision I ever made. Heh. Your sister really does deserve the Element of Generosity. She gave me a second chance. And there’s no way I’m gonna blow it.”

Stepping away from Sweetie, Spike began to slowly swagger out of the shadows.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Sweets… This was probably one of the best weekends of my life. And that’s not just my—” he made a suggestive whistle, “—talking. I really mean that.”

Sweetie nodded in agreement, going over everything that had occurred. She couldn’t have imagined a better few days of love and sex. Spike’s notion was completely justified in her book. Then she let out a chuckle.

“What is it?” Spike asked.

“I had sex with Babs.”

An awkward moment of silence passed. Both of the lovers snickered in unison before succumbing to a huge fit of laughter, one that lasted for at least a minute. Once the guffawing ceased and both of them could breathe again, Spike said, “One moment,” and stepped out of the shadows.

That’s when Sweetie’s jaw dropped. Almost literally. “Holy…” She pointed at Spike. “Where did those come from?!”

Spike cocked his head. “Wha?” He saw Sweetie glaring at his back. He craned his neck to get a better look at whatever it was she was so appalled about, but when he saw, he just shrugged it off. “Oh, yeah. Those.”

“What kind of a response is that? Spike… you have…”

The drake swung around, placing one hand on his hip and casting the other out dramatically. “I think I am well aware of the fact that I have grown wings.” And just like that, his new leathery appendages flared out, flapping once before settled into a neutral position. Spike patted them both and gave a thumbs-up. “Yeah, that just happened.”

Sweetie slowed her breaths before she spoke again. “You’re awfully calm… I remember when Scootaloo finally flew for the first time, she wouldn’t stop gasming about it.”

“Well, I’d be a liar if I said this isn’t pretty awesome.” The wings gave another flap, making Sweetie’s mussed up mane furl even further. “But Twilight already saw the signs that this was gonna happen eventually. I guess it’s just really convenient it happened after you fell asleep.”

With the initial surprise and shock wearing thin, Sweetie finally relaxed. Looking over Spike, seeing him full of confidence and attitude, flaunting his wings like a new pair of leather shoes, she was flustered all over again. Her smile broadened so wide that she was pretty sure she was gonna have sore cheeks later. But she didn’t care much. She was too awestruck. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

She approached Spike, reaching around him to touch the wings. They were sturdy, much more threatening than pegasus feathers. But they had their own beauty, something that was Spike’s and Spike’s alone. Sweetie was so captivated that she couldn’t find any reason to not squeal and leap into Spike’s arms. He caught her by instinct alone, smirking as she nuzzled his dorsal fin, then wrapped herself around him.

Spike crouched, letting his wings rise high, nearly scratching the ceiling. “Alright, then. Let’s give these bad boys a test flight.”

He felt Sweetie clutch him tighter with one arm, while she reached out with the other. It came alight with her aura. With a flourish, she opened the blinds to the large window.

The early morning sun was peaking over the hills on the horizon. Stars were still visible in the blue of the sky, forming a beautiful portrait of a sunrise. It was beyond words. All Spike could say was, “This would make a really awesome album cover.”

With another adorable laugh, Sweetie flexed her arm again. This opened a wide hole in the window.

Spike looked into the bright, jubileus eyes of his lover, which were only made more gorgeous by the sunrise. “Are you ready, doll?”

Of all the words she could have possibly said in response, the best one she cared to muster was, “Yes.”

Spike’s dragon wings flapped with enough force to make the bedsheets go flying. That sent him and Sweetie Belle airborne. His smirk grew even wider as he held tight to her, then willed himself forward through the gap.

The dragon and the starlet greeted the crisp morning air and rising sun.

The Drinks

To this day, Spike has jotted down at least thirty-seven uses for the female body, specifically the region upwards of the stomach and below the neck. He discovered ten of those thirty-seven during his legendary twelve hours with Vinyl Scratch (An event affectionately titled by the DJ herself, ‘Twelve o’cock rock.’). He discovered many more during a moonlit, er, study session with Twilight. He discovered use number thirty when he found himself snuggling his beak into the cleavage of Babs Seed, wrapping his head in their furry, fleshy embrace, and keeping a smug smirk all the while.

Use number thirty: in a pinch, breasts make for wonderful pillows.

He confirmed such a thing further when he rolled around, with the back of his head snug against her right breast, and his claws were digging into her other one. Out of his peripheral vision, he could just barely see Babs chugging her last can of Jazzmint (The highest available source of caffeine legally purchasable over the counter). She crushed the empty can with a single squeeze and tossed it aside, then brought her hands to Spike’s chin. She dragged him up as she leaned her head over to give him a sloppy, wet kiss.

Meanwhile, all of the constant teasing he’d been enduring, the sight of Apple Bloom and Scootaloo having an, um, oral discussion, and being denied a release nearly an hour earlier rendered Spike pointing sky high, and even getting his claws all over the tough and burly Babs couldn’t have possibly made him any harder.

That was the theory, anyway. When he broke the kiss with Babs, she tapped him on the shoulder. “Okay, I gotta get off my ass. I ain’t playin’ Missy Submissive here.”

Spike nodded in utmost agreement and rolled off of her, along with the beach chair. He landed on his feet when he fell off, and stood up triumphantly with his hands on his hips. “I’d be disappointed if you did, honestly.”

So Babs got to her hooves, stretching her arms over her head. Having a drake sit on her was fun and all, but it wasn’t pleasant for her neck. She looked to the proud drake in question and shrugged at his advancing glare. “What?”

Spike mimicked her shrug. “What do you mean ‘What?’ You’re hot as hell.”

He had captivated her attention. This was the part where he had to explain exactly why he found her so pretty.

“Okay, first of all, I don’t know what your diet consists of, but I like to say... Tons and tons of alfalfa and at least a gallon of milk a day. That’s part of what makes you so... sturdy! And I assume there’s a certain balance of every possible upper body strength workout there is. You must bench three hundred twenty times.”

“In a row,” she said with a point.

Spike cocked a brow. “Really? Dayum.” He put on a construction worker’s whistle as he sauntered over to the mare. “Anyway, what little flab you don’t work off goes to your legs, but it’s in just the right way that compliments your figure, and, uh, hold on...” He gave her a firm grab, squeezing her thigh and warranting a gasp. Babs actually had a moment of weakness, sighing as she wrapped her beefy arm around Spike’s neck. “That feel good? Yeah, you’re still strong down here. In fact...” He walked his fingers around Babs’ leg, getting a giggle out of her when he reached her rump. He slapped his hand to it and gave it a much more firm grapple, shaking the skin a little. “I’d say this is your only weak spot?”

The look Babs was giving Spike was downright evil. “That ain’t the only weak spot on me, dragon boy.”

“Effin’ A...” Spike’s naughty finger wormed its way between Babs’ gradually opening legs. He was just about to plunder the sacred trove.

But his expedition came to an end when Babs suddenly pushed him away. He was only left untouched for a moment, then the mare grabbed him by the cheeks and forced another kiss on him. She forced her tongue inside and didn’t take no for an answer. Miss Submissive has left the building, but Miss Dominant is home. Would you like to speak with her? Yes, I would.

The kiss ended, but Babs asserted herself further by licking Spike’s cheek. She brought her lips to his dorsal fin and said, “On your back, brah. I wanna ride the dragon.”

Spike giggled like a child. “To war!” he shouted. He lowered himself to the deck, splayed his legs and laid down on his back. Granted, it didn’t make for the most comfortable spot for intercourse. He looked around for a certain starlet. “The heck is Sweetie Belle?”

“Hollah!” said the mare in question, coming into view and blotting out the sun with her sheer naked beauty as she drank down a bottle of Forest Spirit (An all-natural alcoholic beverage with a surprisingly good aftertaste). It was good to take a look at some familiar ground, er, girl, and Spike was incredibly thankful when Sweetie folded a beach towel and set it under his head. That was comfort. “Sorry I’m late for the party. I had to tell Scootaloo and Apple Bloom to get a room. I lent them the penthouse for the next, ah, hour, I’d wager, so we’d better do what we must before they get back, because, well, awkward.”

“Think I’m gonna need longa’ than an howa’, Sweets,” said Babs. She was low on Spike, grinding against his rock hard cock. Spike’s playboy face was gone, lost to male lust and want. He owed that to the sweet release he’d been constantly denied coming back real quick. And he wasn’t even penetrating Babs yet. She was rolling her hips against his waist, mashing his cock with her moistening need. Her vaginal lips were getting puffier by the second.

Spike had to drop the ball and save himself a ton of embarrassment. “I’m gonna lose it.”

He could feel Babs’ aroused breaths on his face. They were warm and heavy. “Mmm, yeah, you are,” she said lustily.

“No, I mean, I’m gonna burst all over you the instant you do anything more than this. I can keep going after a good one, but you’ll need to make the most of it.”

Away went Babs’ sexy face, but not for long.

“Ideaaaa~!” chirped Sweetie, in a manner that reminded Spike a little too much of somepony. She didn’t give him too long to dwell on it before she got low on Spike’s face, giving him a fresh look at her lips. “You just cum inside Babs whenever you need to, then she can use your seed as lube while she fucks your dragon cock.”

Spike snickered. “For such a prim and proper teen idol, you’re incorrigible.”

Sweetie moaned at feeling Spike’s hot draconic breath on her exposed pink. “I... I don’t know the meaning of the word.”

Spike pressed his lips to her clam and gave it a kiss, following up with a long, strong lick. “Dirty girl. Somepony oughta clean your mouth out.”

“On it, dragon boy.” Babs continued to grind her pussy against Spike, reaching out and seizing Sweetie. She slammed her lips into hers for an open-mouthed kiss. Sweetie’s eyes were taking up most of her head. She lost control of her body as she melted into the kiss, dropping her hips entirely on Spike’s head and bringing her pink onto his flicking tongue. That made her moan into Babs’ mouth and make her vulnerable to the, ah, cleaning.

Babs removed her lips, wearing a smug look. “Whatsa matta, Sweets?”

“That was, uh...” Sweetie inhaled, still stunned by the passionate kiss. “That’s the first time I kissed a mare. And... I really liked it.”

And it was the second time that weekend that Spike had tended to Sweetie’s need. He could tell she wasn’t the only one aching for him all this time. A few flicks and drags of his forked tongue through her walls was all she needed to drain vaginal fluids. Spike drank in the nectar like it was a mother’s milk. Sweetie’s wet sex tasted of grapes and rock music, because apparently rock music has a flavor. Spike liked that flavor. But it was driving him over the edge.

“Okay, Babs. Now or never,” he said between ministrations. He was throbbing against her puffy slit, just about to shoot off like a geyser, and he didn’t want to ruin her coat.

Though apparently Babs didn’t care. She was holding Sweetie to her neck while the starlet suckled her. A dark purple reminder of a very smexy and very public threesome would remain on the brown earthwalker’s neck for some time.

Babs used Spike’s chest as a support while her hips rose and fell. Her lips parted along Spike’s length and dabbled him in her arousal. She hummed as his head just barely tweaked her nub. “Mmmm.... Aw, you’re so slick, brah...”

Spike’s head felt completely empty, partially because his tongue was just doing its natural thing, pushing its way inside Sweetie’s folds and licking at her walls. The natural flow of her thrusting body was like water; beautiful, seamless and graceful. The drake didn’t want to look away for a second, but Babs’ burly body kept drawing his attention, as was her constant teasing. Spike never had a girl with quite as much control over her pussy as she did. It was a weapon of mass distraction, as were her flopping breasts. As promised, Spike lost all restraint on his climax.

“Coming!” he called.

Babs’ pussy caught Spike’s cock in its grip, with the drake’s erupting seed mixing with Babs’ flushing arousal. Wet white drained from the seams in their bond, and Spike’s dragon eggs were soaked in his own cum. “Ah, that’s how it’s done...” He leaned his head back, blowing into Sweetie’s clam. She shivered and gasped.

Babs tensed up and let out a long sigh. “Agh... I love it when they cum inside me...” She leaned back, stretching out like a supermodel and ran her hand up her leg, picking up stray beads of cum, then ended at the source of that beautiful mess. She rubbed along her lips and the length of the dragon cock. “Ready for more?” she asked. “I wanna make you blow your load at least three more times.”

“Okay, but I’m gonna need some room.” Spike tapped Sweetie on her buttcheek. She took that as a signal to get off his face, and she settled for crossing her legs. She was treated with seeing Babs spread wide open over Spike’s white covered length, with a huge blush covering her face. It was odd. Seeing the drake responsible for a night’s worth of orgasms getting ridden by another mare was next to the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

The big mare blew her mane out of her eyes. “How was I? I’m pretty new at this.”

“I’m not going to lie, you were a little clumsy, but you were still awesome,” Spike said. He clapped his hands together, wiping any possible look of shame off of Babs. “Let’s work on that.” He slowly stood up, still weak from his orgasm, then gripped his semi-hard cock. “First of all, I’m gonna need somepony to work me back up.”

Sweetie Belle and Babs’ hands shot up in the air simultaneously.

Spike grinned mischievously. It wasn’t the first time something like this this happened, but he still relished the feeling of two ponies gunning for the goods. He mosied on over to the poolside beach towel and sat down, putting the goods on display, stroking himself for his mares. He gave both Sweetie and Babs a tilted brow. “If you wouldn’t mind, that is.”

Before he could even blink, Sweetie had one arm around his back, gripping his rump, while the other was running along his moistened length. She squeezed his scales, subliminally urging him to move in and kiss her. He complied, and their tongues were once again at war, with their wet lips hugging each other. Meanwhile, Babs lay flat on the towel, squishing her breasts against the deck. She intertwined her fingers with Sweetie’s on Spike’s cock and licked her lips. “I’m gonna suck ya till you scream.”

She dived, suckling on Spike’s head. She flushed her lips around him and licked the very tip. She then opened her mouth, keeping her tongue spread against the head, then drew it along his length. She slurped like she was using a drinking straw. It tickled, but it wasn’t exactly arousing.

Sweetie broke this kiss laughing. “Oh, Babs. Are you literally trying to suck the spunk out of him?”

Babs’ lips came off of the shaft with a ‘pop’. She looked a little annoyed. “This is how you blow a dude.”

Sweetie clicked her tongue. “No no no no no, that’s how you blow a dude. And then he leaves the hotel room.” Bringing a finger to her lips, she said, “why don’t you try using your tongue a little more? And don’t just suck on him, breathe. Make him,” she inhaled, pressing her arms to her breasts for emphasis, “feel you getting your saliva all over his cock and filling your mouth with his sweet cum...”

Spike stared into Sweetie’s eyes and caressed her chin. “You are so hot.” He forced her into an intense kiss, which she melted into, surrendering herself to him completely.

That sight was enough to touch a nerve for Babs. She wasn’t jealous of Sweetie Belle, that would have been just stereotypical and fem. She was actually just jealous of how much love they put into a weekend fling. “Dammit,” she said under her breath. Spike couldn’t see it, but she gave him a tsundere glare. “I’m gonna blow you and you’re gonna like it!” Her fingers joined back with Sweetie’s, and they pumped in unison. Babs fleshed her tongue out and around Spike, then brought it inside her mouth again. She took Sweetie’s advice to heart, heartily breathing onto him and putting more tongue into it. She also slowed the heck down with her head.

Spike had to break the kiss to let out a moan before Sweetie coaxed him back onto her. Being so relaxed and under the passive influence of two mares tending to all things carnal, he was already fast approaching another orgasm. Babs was getting good, very good, even. This blowjob was wetter, more intimate and just plain saucier, with Babs pressing herself into the effort, plumping out her large ass and genuinely looking like she was enjoying it. And enjoying it she was. The parts of her lips that weren’t wrapped around dragon dick were in a wide smile. She felt some odd pleasure out of bringing a dude to a climax just with her mouth. In a way, she had total dominance over him.

Spike patted Sweetie on the back. He hissed. “Here it goes again.” He landed his hand on Babs’ forehead and pressed. “Pull off, pull off...”

Babs obeyed, but she kept her tongue glued to his tip while her and Sweetie’s hands stroked Spike to his destination. And with that, he blew his load, covering Babs’ muzzle in dragon seed.

“Agh...” she groaned, wiping her muzzle clean. She stared at the white goop upon her palm. “You got a furnace in yer testicles or somethin’?”

Sweetie tightened her embrace around the drake, keeping him from collapsing. “He’s a dragon, Babs. What did you expect?”

“Two dicks?” Babs said with a shrug. Her eyes widened as Spike’s second wave came. She quickly glomped down on his cock and took the rest of the load in her mouth. She pulled off and licked her lips. “Then again, doubt I’d be able to cope with double this spunk.” She gulped and swallowed the whole thing, garnering a new level of respect and awe from Sweetie Belle.

“Double your pleasure, double your fun!” chirped Spike. He affectionately tousled Babs’ short cut mane, then wrapped his fingers around his shaft, stroking it while putting on a centerfold pose, relaxing his left arm on the towel and leaning to the side. He peered down to his soaked length and looked naughtily into Sweetie’s eyes. “So, you want in on this?”

“You had to ask?” The starlet kissed Spike’s cheek, then pressed on his chest. “Lay down.”

He obeyed without question, bringing himself onto his back. Once again, he was the king of leisure, playing the submissive role. “You know what I hate?” he asked rhetorically. “The idea that dudes have to always dominate. Independent musician aside, I work hard, and when I fall into bed with somepony, I prefer to just relax and let them take charge for a little bit.” He gestured to his nethers. “I’m all yours, ladies.”

“Gimme gimme gimme.” Sweetie Belle kissed the ribs on Spike’s cock one by one, working her way up to the head. Her tongue wrapped around the rigid shaft and lapped up his cum. Babs, not wanting to be left out of it for a second, puckered up and suckled on Spike’s testicles, then stuck her tongue out and licked away.

With two moist appendages tending to his dragon, Spike was in utter bliss. Of course, he liked to show his mares how much he appreciated such a selfless act, giving them both affectionate rubbings of their manes. His hips twitched from the overwhelming wet sensations. A dabble of his elixir drained from his tip, which Sweete scooped onto her tongue. She tapped Babs on the shoulder, making the large mare stop her ball fondling. She brought her hands to Babs’ cheeks and went in for a kiss, which only lasted for a second before it turned into a passionate makeout. Both mares’ eyes shut as they lost themselves in the heat of the act and Babs overpowered Sweetie. They fell onto the deck.

“Ow...” Sweetie broke the kiss and held the back of her head. “Uh, towel?”

Babs nodded. “Good idea. Spike, couldja move over?”

“If you don’t mind.”

Spike was caught in a stupor, holding his beak to pressurize any impending burst of blood. He was about to lose every cell of red in his body and he was loving it. “Uh, I’ve got two absolutely gorgeous mares willingly making out in front of me. I’ll move the freakin’ hotel if that’s what it takes.” He rolled over to the corner of the towel and patted the center. “Please, continue. I beseech you, touch each other anywhere and everywhere.”

Sweetie and Babs never let go of each other for a second as they somehow moved onto the towel without even standing up. Babs remained in power, dominating the kissing and winning in tongue play, while Sweetie waved the white flag and splayed her legs out. She grabbed a handful of Babs’ hair and held on for dear life as the big mare thrusted her hips, as if she were actually trying to ram her with an invisible cock.

Sweetie’s other hand gripped Babs’ plump rump and massaged it, like she was working dough. It was mostly the motions of their doughy bums and hips bobbing over each other that had Spike in a trance. He didn’t know if those two were aware that he was masturbating, but he sure as hell didn’t care.

They both were aware he was stroking himself, in fact. And it gave Sweetie another lightbulb. She pulled away from the kiss, though with difficulty. For all her lack of experience with a blowjob, Babs was a wonderful kisser. “Hey.”

“Hey,” said Babs as she drew heavy breaths.

“Scissor?”

“Sure.”

Spike’s jaw nearly hit the deck, but he kept his composure of cool. He didn’t want to feel like the nerdy jackal watching cheerleaders through a hole in the locker room wall. This was supposed to be a mutually fun act between three ponies, not a peep show.

Though it was Sweetie’s idea, Babs took charge once again. She took ahold of a white leg and brought it over hers, and put one of her own over Sweetie’s other leg.

The starlet, fluffy as she was, still looked like a twig when compared to the beefy Babs, but luckily the big mare took that into consideration. “Just let me know if your leg falls asleep, then we’ll switch. Kay?”

Sweetie agreed by giving Babs a quick kiss. “Have you done this before?”

“No, but I’ve walked in on my moms doing it.” The moment Babs said that, Sweetie’s eyes went dinner plate sized.

Wow, a ton of things just started making sense, thought Spike.

Sweetie arched her back, giving her more control over her hips, and watched as Babs did the same. “Okay, you bad seed... Cut me up.”

Babs nodded and pressed herself into Sweetie, making their already mixed fluids splash together in a beautiful mess. Her puffed and plump orange lips graced with white ones. Sweetie bucked into the pressure, and both of the mares’ pinks touched. A surge of pleasure and energy went through them both. “Yeah, like that...” Babs said while she moaned. “Just keep rubbin’ up on me...”

Looking at each other eye to eye, and occasionally glancing down to ensure their sexes aligned, the two mares kept breathing heavily and gasping as they formed an erotic repetition. Babs and Sweetie pushed forward, with their crotches, lips and labia joining together, hugging and glazing while coating the mares and their towels with fresh drops of nectar.

Sweetie had to keep biting her lip until she damn nearly broke skin. She didn’t want to be caught screaming here, the idea felt downright unbecoming. “Mmmmm... Mmmmah...” That was the only sound she could stand to make.

The other mare was much less subtle about it. Babs had a psychotic grin born of the feeling of power and dominance. Even if this was a joint effort, she was the larger mare and she was in charge. That thought alone drove her nethers crazy, but she wanted more. She took notice of Sweetie’s squeamish expression and decided that would never do. “Open your mouth, bitch,” she said.

Sweetie was too distracted with her vaginal walls getting tweaked by Babs’ to hear. “W...wah?” she asked, opening her eyes. She was greeted with Babs’ hands on her cheeks, with large thumbs keeping her from closing her mouth.

“I said open it! I wanna hear you cum.” She bucked especially hard into Sweetie, making the starlet gasp and throw her head back, calling out to the sky. “There you go...”

Sweetie was blushing out of both raunch and a new humbling experience. She giggled nervously as she pitched forward, creating a sandwich of breasts and nipples with Babs. “Ne... Never had someone call me a bitch before...” She giggled again. “I sort of like it. What else do you have?”

“Yeah, you like it.” Babs stopped her humping to press on Sweetie’s chest. “On your back, bitch, I wanna ride you. And you’re not gonna close your mouth.” With a push, Sweetie fell onto the towel, looking vulnerable as a newborn kitty with a pout on her face and her hands in the air.

“Yes, sir— Ma’am!” she said with gusto.

Her and Babs’ legs were still perfectly intertwined. In fact, sans a dick between them, this was the most heterosexual thing Spike had seen all weekend, and it had his entire face red. He had to keep his hands away from his cock lest he be utterly drenched in his own cum, which he was damn near. He wiped a fresh glazing off on the towel and licked the rest away, taking a break from his one-way to watch the two-way between the beautiful mares.

Sweetie's moans returned with an uproar once Babs continued with their dual vaginal stroking. The big mare had fully taken ahold of the figurative reins and was riding the literal horse. Each prod and movement caused Sweetie to squeal a little, while Babs just grinned in pleasure from the simultaneous embarrassment and sexual enjoyment of her submissive victim.

Between grunts, moans and bouts of laughter, Babs kept a wary eye on Spike. She rammed into Sweetie particularly hard, wrinkling the towel. "Yeah! Ah! This is how you do it, Spike! Don't be a fuckin' pussy! Pin her down and shove it in! Make her pour out for ya!" Pin her she did, latching her hands onto Sweetie’s breasts, forced them together, bent over and, between humps, licked away at the nipples, paying particular attention to the aerolas. “Ya like that, bitch?”

“Aaaaahh... Don’t stop, don’t...” True to her word, Sweetie kept her mouth open and spared none of her wails. Her eyes were glazed over and she was sweating up a storm. “It’s so good...”

“Did I say you could talk?!” Hastening her netherhumping, Babs caught Sweetie in a depraved, open mouthed kiss, before backing away. “I said keep your mouth open and scream. Never said you could talk.”

Sweetie obeyed, giving in entirely and just letting Babs rock her. “Aaaaah....” Her voice fluctuated as her body was thrashed back and forth.

“Gonna cum, bitch?”

“Yes...” Sweetie gasped.

“Yeah, same here.” Babs stopped grinding Sweetie into the towel, but only for a moment. She turned the starlet onto her side, curving herself to line up their clits. Just brushing against it made Babs dizzy. She held on tighter than ever. “Alright, let’s squeeze every last drop out of you!” She bucked her hips again.

“O-oh... Oh Goddesses...”

Every possible reason for Sweetie to climax like the last act of a Daring Do novel was coming to a head; her clit being thrashed by a meaty mare, the powerful commands from that very same mare intensifying the ironically blissful sensations plaguing her mind.

Sweetie was in a state of ecstatic pleasure that caused her knees to buckle and her spine to shake as Babs went full force in grinding against her cunt. Her screams cut through the air as she felt every fiber of her being beg for release.

Beyond all ladylike reason, induced from an utterly rent mind, she cried out to her fellow crusader. "Finish me, Babs! Make me cum!"

“You asked for it!”

Babs complied, pushing her nether regions forward and pile driving into Sweetie's pussy. There was no holding back to be had. Nectar flowed from the mares’ slits in torrents as wet, glistening proof of their simultaneous orgasm. Even the dominant Babs looked vulnerable as her eyes fluttered and a blush consumed her face. Her hips gradually stopped bucking, and the scissoring came to an tender finish.

Silently, Babs undid her interlacing with Sweetie, then intertwined her fingers with the starlet’s. She pulled her up to look her in the eye. Sweetie looked like she was only half awake, which she more or less was; she was still caught in the inevitable afterglow, which always made her sleepy. However, she was brought back when Babs wrapped her beefy arms around her for a warm hug.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Hm?” Sweetie asked. She rested into the nape of Babs’ neck, smiling as she felt her mane getting brushed. “What for?”

“Takin’ charge like that. I just caught up in the heat of the moment. Couldn’t control what was comin’ out of my mouth.”

“It’s okay, Babs... It doesn’t matter if you’re a potty-mouth, that was a lot of fun.” Sweetie returned the hug and squished up against Babs. She sighed. The comfort after the storm was, in many ways, even better than sex, especially when she was embracing an old friend. ...Who just fucked her. There was nothing to do but laugh at that fact.

Of course, there was one other friend that definitely hadn’t gone forgotten. He was sitting with his legs crossed, both hands clapping.

“Four out of five stars, ladies,” said Spike. He looked down at the mess his overexcited hands made in correlation with his dick. Semen coated his hands and legs, along with some of the towel. A trippy go-happy expression overtook his face, one that could only appear from someone shooting off several loads in a row. He folded his arms and chuckled. “So, uh, intermission?”

Sweetie clicked her tongue and wagged her finger. “Not by a longshot, Spikey Wikey.” The weakness left her face, leaving nothing but pure sultry to be seen as she crawled over to Spike and beckoned to him with the same finger.

“Okay, so...” Spike was unsure about what she wanted out of him.

“Hands?”

That answered that question. “Oh, of course.” He presented his palms and fingers, which were laced with white liquid. It looked like he was holding a moist spider web.

Sweetie leaned her head forward and took a tepid lick. Scrunching her face for a moment as she swirled his cum in her mouth, she smiled gleefully and swallowed. "Mmm, salty. Better than a bag of potato chips, that's for sure."

Babs joined Sweetie in lapping at Spike's seed, wrapping herself around his legs and tending to his ankles. She took a much larger mouthful of the sticky white liquid, and nearly spit it out as it touched her mouth. "Fuck! Fuck.” She dipped her hand in the pool and dabbled the water on her tongue. “Forgot how hot that stuff is.”

Sweetie held back a giggle. "Well, it is dragon cum, after all. They breath fire, so they cum lava."

Babs took that to heart, making much smaller licks until Spike’s legs were free of his hot semen’s grip. When she swallowed the last dollop, she looked up at the jealousy inducing sight of Sweetie and Spike caught in a loving kiss, mashing their lips together with so much more intimacy than the two mares ever managed. Still, it was fair enough to Babs; it was their weekend. They deserved intimacy.

Looking downward, Babs was surprised to see Spike was still hard. With a rough grip she started sliding her hand down the length of his shaft, while still keeping an eye on Sweetie and Spike mashing lips. But eventually Spike was forced to break contact with Sweetie once his dick started throbbing. Babs' strong handling was getting to him.

"Hey Sweetie, wanna switch places?" the big mare asked, twiddling her thumb and index finger at the tip of Spike's head.

Sweetie made a sitting jump at the offer, and in a flash she was right next to Spike’s cock with her eyes full of desire and her hands in the air like she just didn’t care. “Okay.” She caught her breath and regained her composure. “I’m nearly tuckered out but I’m good for one more.”

“Same.” Spike held one hand up in agreement. “I vote that we milk this out and then go back to skinny dipping with the rest of the Crusaders.”

Babs patted her crotch. “My vagina is all good and fucked out. I’ll just watch you play sub for a while. I wanna see how you two do it.” She slid one finger between her other hand’s fist while she said that.

While Sweetie drew herself over and went full heartedly to ride Spike's shaft, Babs leaned in closer to the drake’s red face. "Okay, dragon boy. Let's see how good your tongue work is."

Spike was too distracted by the starlet’s happy moans and rhythmic bucks to hear that properly. “Buh-wah?”

“I want you to kiss me like you kiss her.”

Without further ado, Babs smacked lips with Spike, forcing her tongue inside his mouth right away. Spike was left wide eyed as her tongue wrestled with his own, while Sweetie bucked her hips in time with her bounces on his dick.

It was easier said than done to fulfill Babs' request. She wanted him to kiss her like somepony she could never hope to be (Not to say that was a bad thing; Spike liked Babs for who she was). But her tongue work was different. It was the difference between Sweetie's playful yet cooperative appendage and Babs' forceful, wrestle-happy one.

But Spike's vast imagination allowed him an enticing fantasy. He simply imagined Babs was another Sweetie Belle. While one happily and merrily slathered his cock in her juices, another cupped his cheek and submitted to his lips, allowing him to smother her in a many year long crush's worth of affection.

He didn't just kiss Babs, he made her feel like a princess.

Sweetie held fast to Spike’s sides as she hastened her bounces and bucks. She wanted Spike deeper, as deep as he could possibly go. “Oh... Oh, my sexy dragon boy... Your thick, warm cock is sooooo wonderful...”

"Describe it for me," Spike said, just barely stopping his perfect kiss with Babs. “I like hearing you talk dirty."

"Ooooh... Like what?"

"You're a singer, come up with something. What’s it like, riding me?" He went back to Babs, though he kept his thoughts and ears on Sweetie Belle.

"I love the feel of your long, slick, slimy, slippery, rock hard dick fucking my pussy!" Sweetie cried out. A moan escaped her lips as she finally directed his shaft to rock her clit, pounding herself into it for all his length was worth. "So fucking big! Ah… it's gonna make me burst!"

Babs’ sweet tongue and Sweetie’s sweet lips had Spike in a similar place, and he knew that if he was going to jack it, he had to make it worth the while. He broke the kiss to devote all of himself to the mare riding him. "I'm cumming too, Sweets. Just let me know when you're ready and where you want it."

"Cum on your chest, you huge fucker!" Sweetie screamed. She shoved all his length into the tightness of her pussy, her vaginal walls enveloping his shaft with their unforgiving grip. "I want to see you covered in jizz!”

Babs pondered that for just a second, then clenched her legs together. “Agh, that’d be so hot!”

The drake’s confusion only lasted until he felt his own orgasm building in his nethers, ready to come with the power of a tsunami on steroids. When one’s thoughts are only of every wonderful little bit of ecstasy associated with carnal pleasures, even the most heinous acts seem sensical, and if Sweetie wanted Spike to come on his own chest, he wasn’t about to deny her such a thing. “Ah, ah, aaaaah... I’m there!”

Sweetie came at the exact same time as him. She damn well nearly didn’t give herself enough time to unlatch herself from Spike and let her juices flow, then palm the dragon cock beneath her, urging it to point towards Spike’s adorably scrunched up face. The hot white liquid she had become so accompanied with shot out in one burst, coating the nape of his neck. That was a little off course. The next wave landed right on the marker, splattering across his pectorals and settling into the crevasses. A weaker third wave ended up pooling into his belly, and the last of the cum ended up dribbling down his shaft.

“Welp, ah...” he laid his head back on the towel, for he was, by all definitions of the term, knackered. “Dig in, ladies.”

Sweetie swooped over Spike’s neck smoothly and sultrily, dragging her tongue across his scales and sparing no drop of cum. “Think this might be the biggest load you’ve pulled off all weekend, Spike...” She moved on down to his pecs while Babs dug into his belly. By the time both of those were cleaned up, the two mares had humorous dribbles of white on their faces (It was much more obvious on Babs than Sweetie, of course). They both met at Spike’s now tired and flaccid dick and kissed each other’s messes away before making one last simultaneous lick on the last dollop. With that expert tongue bath, Spike was left completely clean, and completely spent.

“I can see why Sweetie riding you is your favorite position, dude,” said Babs. She was on her knees, stretching out an arm behind her head. “Yeah, definitely. You get to chillax while she does all the work... Must be relaxing for you.”

“It just feels like we get closer together every time we do that,” said Sweetie. She was curling up with Spike, with her head on his chest and one leg wrapped around his waist. “I’m able to get more of a feel for his body, way more than if he was simply bending me over or doing me dolphin style.”

“Yup.” Spike couldn’t say much, as his many orgasms had eaten away at his ability to be intelligent. Or clever. Or anything other than barely awake.

Babs was doing some deducing, and how she was still wide-eyed and ready to roll was beyond anypony. “And that also means the babe on top is calling the shots...” She snickered. “Oh, you and I are going to have some fun next week.” She started to stand.

Sweetie waved one hand in protest, pouting as she beckoned towards her and the lazy Spike. “Come on, join us.” She curled up closer. “There’s plenty dragon to go around, and his chest is warm.”

Babs spun in a circle, clutching her cropped mane. She then threw her arms down and blew a stray lock out of her eyes. “Agh, you know I can’t resist this sappy shit, even if I can’t stand it.” She stomped over, laying the towel flat with her hoof, then bent over to lay down right next to Spike, opposite Sweetie. She sighed, then kissed the drake on the cheek before nuzzling him and snuggling the rest of her burly body against him. “This is nice...”

They chilled out like that for several minutes in silence, just enjoying equal amounts of warmth from the sun and from each other. Inevitably, it was Babs who broke that silence, reaching over and tapping Sweetie’s hand with her own.

“You know, when you really get going, you sound like a veteran pornstar.”

Sweetie giggled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

A second moment of silence passed, and this time it was the nubile starlet who spoke up. “Hey, you know what this calls for? Another round of drinks!”

“Yeah, but,” Spike began, “that means one of us will have to move.”

Babs clenched her fist. “Damn.”