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.