Breaking Bread

It wasn’t long after the Nightmare Moon incident that Ditzy moved me in with her. Twilight hadn’t put up too much of a fuss after I told her that I’d help her out whenever she needed me to. It didn’t take her too long to actually employ me, taking my time from eight am to four pm, every day. She even paid me, enough bits to feed the three, then four of us.

But I’m getting ahead of myself still. This journal is meant to pick up directly after my last one, after Twilight had decided to stay with me and her new friends in Ponyville, with as few gaps as I can manage.

Twilight had sent me downstairs to do some cooking, while she stayed upstairs and unpacked.  I looked around the kitchen and smiled as an idea formed in my head and I ran to the main room. I took a few pieces of paper and a pen from the desk and scribbled a few notes. Five, to be exact.

I then busied myself around the kitchen, and the diner was nearly ready by the time my small family poured into the kitchen. Twilight started pulling dishes out of the cabinets and setting them on our normal table, but she stopped when I said, “Actually, I was thinking it would be a nice day to eat outside. I’ve already enchanted blanket to repel bugs and all.”

She nodded, smiling slightly. She knew that I preferred the outdoors and loved eating outside, and she put away our glass plates and grabbed a stack of stouter wooden plates. While she wasn’t looking, I grabbed all the rest of the stack and handed them over to Dinky, who secreted them outside while Twi wasn’t looking. She stealthily grabbed a handful of silverware on her way out.

Ditzy lifted up the main pot as I grabbed as many of the sides as I could, leaving Twilight only the plates and some silverware. She almost had some potatoes to carry, but Dinky snatched them up before Twilight could look too long at them. Twilight looked at me narrowly, as though she thought I was setting her up for a prank. I did my best to look innocent and walked through the door to our backyard.

As soon as she walked through the barn-styled door she dropped her plates and pushed her hands against her mouth. A quick flick of a wand caught the plates and silverware, then distributed them amongst the rest of the set plates.

Her five friends grinned in greeting, plus two little sisters and a friend. All eight had brought something with them, either juices and other drinks or extra courses for the multitude breaking bread with us. I set the course I had contributed to on the spread blanket, the yards of cloth set out like a banquet table.

After tearing up a little and going around and hugging everyone, Twilight sat at the end of our blanket and offered thanks for our food and our friends. After a few minutes of quiet eating, Pinkie and Rainbow started up conversations on either end of the blanket. It didn’t take long for everyone to start chattering, thanking each other for making certain dishes and complimenting their food.

I stayed quiet mostly, thanking the others every now and then for compliments and handing out a few of my own. Mostly I listened to Ditzy as she spoke at length on the possible contents of a certain brown-paper wrapped box she’d had to deliver that had been small, but still required a cart to move. The man she’d delivered it to had seemed to pick it up with no strain though, and she debated with Rarity across the food on whether the item was magical or if the receiver was simply very strong.

I finished my plate and sat there, listening to the two of them and smiling. Reaching over, I took her unoccupied hand and enjoyed the warmth of it in my hand. I felt her heart speed up a little, and shared a small smile with Rarity when we noticed her face flush and her smile grow wider as she continued to speak about her day.

On the other side of me was Fluttershy and Rainbow, telling Applejack and Pinkie Pie of their day across the table. Fluttershy was also discussing treatment for some of Applejack’s animals, who had come down with a skin rash, and Rainbow was describing intricately a prank in the making. It was the most serious I had ever seen Pinkie.

Twi was at the head of the table, as much as there was a head. She sat right across from me, and we spoke about overdue books and her usual topics. She tried to engage Dinky with banter about her schoolwork, but at that point she was still acting skittish around both of us.

Everyone had their fill, and I wrapped up what leftovers there were and stuck them away, for lunch tomorrow. Everyone stuck around for a few hours, until Rarity mentioned something about a dress she needed to work on. Everyone agreed that it was a bit late, and with hugs everyone went to their mostly separate homes. Fluttershy kept Rainbow over most nights.

Ditzy was the last to leave, staying behind to help me out with dishes duty. We chatted about my day then, the books I’d checked out and the seemingly strange topics some people were interested in. She ended up leaning against me, pressing her shoulder to mine as she dried dishes I cleaned. She then handed them to Dinky, who put them away. While not very developed, her magic allowed her to put the higher dishes away.

Sooner than I wanted I was walking her to the door, taking the towel she had dried her hands on. She stood on her tiptoes and closed her eyes, and I knelt down to brush my lips against hers. She opened her eyes and lifted an eyebrow, then reached up and pulled me down into a deeper, much sweeter kiss.

After what felt like ages that passed much too quickly, she pulled away and smiled. “Every kiss better always mean that much to you, got it?”

I nodded happily and leaned forward to kiss her again, then closed and locked the doors after I watched her walk away. I turned and saw Twilight giving me a look, and I shrugged.

“You’re grinning like some idiot.” She walked up and used a tissue to wipe some of Ditzy’s lip gloss from my face.

“Well, surely only idiots can be this happy,” I told her, refusing to let her ruin the moment I’d just had. Twilight was rolling her eyes as I walked to the windows, were I closed the shutters and locked them. We made sure that there weren’t any books sitting in the night return, then went upstairs.

I looked around the small room and at the cramped twin beds. “Twi, what’re we going to do with the space in the basement?”

She sighed and muttered something. I turned and stared at her. “I know I didn’t hear you right. What was that?”

She sighed and said, slightly louder, “I hoped to transfer a laboratory her from the castle.”

I gazed at her a little longer, completely silent. She fidgeted under my gaze for a while, then sighed as she lost our silent battle. Without a word, I picked up most of the bed I’d been sleeping on and toted it downstairs, into the mostly empty basement. I didn’t mind sharing a room with the night return slot or the mostly abandoned shelves of a few bookshelves that sagged with age and disappeared weight.

I returned to Twilight’s room to find her in her bed already. I went over and kissed her forehead, earning a harrumph from the grumpy scientist. I picked up the rest of my bed and turned out her lights as I closed the door.

I set up my bed and moved some of the bookshelves around, planning my room. I then grabbed most of the books and, making sure of their contents, placed them together on a single bookshelf. I pulled my wand and shrunk the rest of the bookshelves. I stacked them onto the spare space of the remaining bookshelf, leaving them for Twilight’s scrutiny.

I turned and grimaced, pulling my wand once again and creating a siphon to pull all the dust and dirt from the floor and walls into a ball on the tip of my wand. I opened a small window, painted closed many times, and tossed the filth outside. A moth attempted to fly in, but I caught it in an open hand and pushed it back out.

I looked back over my room and wiped a hand over the wall, checking for dust. I decided that it was the best I wanted to do at the moment and looked around my bare room. I liked it, though I felt it was still in great need of a wardrobe. And some of my clothes to put in it. That would have to wait until morning though; I wasn’t going to wake up Twilight for something I didn’t need.

Sitting on my bed, I realized that this simply wasn’t one of the nights I needed sleep. They were getting fewer, far fewer, and I found myself at a loss for what I could do while passing time for the sun. On my sleepless nights I usually just spent time with Celestia, but now she was hours away and my transportation spells were still hit and miss.

I could fly and be there in an hour or so, but that would still leave only six hours in exchange for two very exhausting flights. I didn’t find the idea very attractive. I went back upstairs and perused the library I had at my disposal. Its size left much to be desired, but there seemed to be a fair selection. I browsed for a while, but I bored quickly and gave up, sitting on a chair and allowing myself to descend into a sour state of mind.

I looked up to on the clock on the wall and groaned. It was eleven-o’clock, and Twi usually didn’t stir until nine. I had nothing to do until the library opened at eight, and I didn’t feel like sitting around for nine hours. I snuck into Twilight’s room and grabbed a coat, then walked to the front door. I opened them as quietly as I could and squeezed out. I locked the door and set a seal over the keyhole, so no-one could magic their way into the library while I was out.

I put on my coat, more for looks than for warmth. People stared if you walked around in a cold wind with only jeans and a t-shirt. My feet still feel trapped whenever I had to put on shoes, but I suffered the discomfort in return for being able to enter any shops that might have been open.

I walked into the center of town and saw the cupcake house I’d first met Pinkie at. The light in the shop was still on, so I walked up and tried the door. It opened, and the bell softly chimed as I shut the door behind me. A voice came from the back, “Pinkie, did you forget to lock the door? Go send them away, and make sure to lock the door this time.”

“Yes Mrs. Cake,” A tired-sounding Pinkie said.

“We’re closed right now, can you…” Pinkie started as she walked out of the room behind the counter. She saw who it was and smiled, speaking over her shoulder, “It’s not a customer Mrs. Cake, it’s just Spike.”

“Just Spike, am I?” I asked her, locking the door. “If you don’t want people looking for delicious baked sweets, your light shouldn’t be on.”

She stuck her tongue out at me and grinned, beckoning me into the kitchen. I walked around the counter and stepped into the kitchen, where Pinkie tossed me an apron and a small, white cap. “I assume you’re bored? Come help us make dough for the bread tomorrow.” Mrs. Cake was wrist deep in a mound of her own dough, and there was another pile not far from hers.

I faked a sigh as I put on the borrowed gear and washed my hands. “Poor servant dragon am I, that never gets a break from work even after I cook a meal for twelve and then washes all the dishes.” A wet towel hit me in the face as I turned, and I heard the women giggling.

“Stop speaking like a dork. And I know for a fact that a certain lovely blonde helped you with those dishes.” She laughed as I adopted the grin I always got whenever Ditzy was mentioned.

I was shown the flour, water and other ingredients, then instructed to start on a sourdough. Mrs. Cake asked me some stuff about my past, mostly where I grew up and other tidbits. I told her as much of the truth as I could, including the fact that I was a dragon and everything except the Darklighters. She’d looked at me a little strangely out of the corner of her eye, as if she thought I was simply a crazy person Pinkie had invited into her bakery.

I pulled a flour-covered hand out of my pile of dough, and let the scales and claws show through. She stopped kneading dough for a moment, eyes widening as she turned her head to look at the claws protruding from long, knobby fingers. I pushed my fingers against my palms and moved them in circles, presenting a whispering noise as the scales brushed over each other.

She shivered and turned back to her own dough, seemingly lost in thought. After some time she finished with her dough and put in in her fridge, in a covered bowl. She washed her hands as Pinkie finished with her own batch and toweled her hands off with a strip of cloth hanging near the sink.

“Don’t leave yet, Spike. I have something I would like you to do,” she said and left the room. I finished with my batch of dough and added it to Pinkie and Mrs. Cake’s own. She returned quickly, holding an ancient book. Pinkie gasped when she saw it. “That’s the book we keep all of our recipes in!” She whispered to me furtively. “She never takes that out of the vault under the register!”

Mrs. Cake slowly opened the tome, and I heard the aged paper crinkle as it was turned. She opened it to an index first, near the very front. After scanning it she turned all the way to the end of the book. She flipped a few pages back and showed me a recipe of extreme length. “I’ve never seen this bread made. Could you do this?”

Scanning the contents of the page, my eyes widened. “I could try, by this seems rather complex. Where did you even get this recipe?”

She grinned and shook her head. I looked back to the book, then went over to the sink and washed off all of the excess flour and dough. I took out my wand and used it to arrange two small circles, some of Celestia’s rune magic. I looked up at my audience.

“This is going to be a bit more complex than I’m used to. I’m not sure what’s going to happen, I’ve never done quite this before.” I placed my hands into the circles and applied some of the same magic I used with my wand through my hands.

They grew incredibly hot very quickly, and I tensed the muscles and said a few ancient words, telling the magic what it was I wanted. The magic complied and the heat poured out, filling out my hands until they were the same as what I had showed Mrs. Cake minutes before.

I pulled them from the surface and grimaced at the twin scorch marks in the wood, where my hands had turned into claws. “I’ll fix that,” I told her, apologetically. She merely looked at my twin paws.

“Why didn’t you just change them like last time?” Pinkie asked.

“Well, last time I was just showing you what they looked like.” I reached over and ran my talons over the palm she offered. She shivered and ran a hand over the back of mine, her smooth skin clashing with the leathery scales. “These are my real hands, as they should be. I’ve conjured up my scales before with some simpler magic, but for this recipe I needed the claws as complete as possible.”

I offered my other hand to Mrs. Cake, and she gently touched my scales. She shivered and withdrew her hand quickly. I pulled the other from Pinkie and flexed my hands, experimentally. They felt much different from the last time I’d had them, many years ago. I tapped my fingers against my palm and realized what it was.

“I’m turning more humanoid,” I told Pinkie, who raised an eyebrow.

“Like, you used to be more lizardly?” I nodded and flexed my hand, feeling the skin beneath my scales tense and relax. “Like, how much lizardlier?”

“A lot. I don’t remember having actual fingers, just paws with claws in them.”

“Uhm… Maybe it’s because of the last five years or so as being a human?” Mrs. Cake suggested. I looked at her and nodded slowly.

“That makes sense. I think I’ll send Celestia a letter about it. But for right now,” I said, flexing my claws at the cabinets, “Let’s try making that bread you’re so interested in.” She nodded and in a few moments I had all of the ingredients in front of me.

I rolled my shoulders, readying myself for the massive amount of effort this was going to take. Looking over the cookbook one last time, I started humming as I mixed all of the spices and flour. Letting my dragon side take over my throat a bit, I opened my lips and starting singing the words the book detailed. I felt my magic flowing from my lips into the words and out of my hands into the dough.

I could also see the walls vibrating ever so slightly from my voice, and I realized that my singing had become little more than flowing tone, winding its way through the very wood of the house as it imparted the magic I had given my voice into the air. A very bedraggled man nearly fell on his way down the stairs and looked at me, questions dying in his mouth as he saw me.

I realized that the air was actually glowing, and the dough that I had been kneading on the table was starting to float. Pinkie rushed up the stairs to the man I assumed was Mr. Cake. She grabbed him and dragged him down the rest of the stairs, sitting him beside herself and Mrs. Cake across the table from where I was putting on my impromptu show. I should really have been charging.

I had the feeling that dust should have been falling from the rafters as I reached a plateau in my song. Sustaining the note for as long as I could, I put the dough on a tray prepared for the oven. The bread rose even as I held the note, doubling in size and even nearly tripling before I had to gasp for breath.

The glow faded from the air and seemed to soak into the resting dough. I kneaded it into shape one last time, humming again. When I was done, the bread had accrued a golden glow. I walked it over to the oven and opened the door and set it inside, near the back. Leaving the door open I walked back some paces. I tensed my throat and flexed, feeling that peculiar clicking that only happened when I was partially dragon. I opened my mouth and clicked one last time, igniting my breath into fire that I directed into the oven.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw everyone jump, and watched Mr. Cake fall most of the way out of his chair before his wife steadied him. Pinkie was overjoyed, clapping her hands together as I streamed green fire into the oven.

The book had said to “bake” the bread in this way for as long as I could hold the flames, but no longer than four minutes. I counted to two-hundred and thirty-eight before I let go of the fire, panting heavily as I gulped in air. Cautiously I reached into the oven and pulled out the tray, slightly warped by the heat but shining brightly as though it had been cleansed of all age.

The bread was golden-brown and steaming slightly. I looked over the book and nodded. While it was a shade or two lighter than intended, it was still within a perfectly acceptable range.

“It’s going to take about five minutes to cool enough to be edible. I need to rinse my hands, could somebody else set the table with some condiments? The book suggests honey or jam and butter.”

Pinkie grabbed some plates and set the table while I rinsed and Mrs. Cake explained to her husband what was going on and who I was. Using water this time, I changed my claws back into my human hands. Using a towel, I set the rather large loaf onto a plate and toted it over to the table, where Mrs. Cake sliced it delicately.

The inside was pale, and very porous. Steam escaped the bread as she sliced it, and the warm smell seemed to calm Mr. Cake a little. He finally relaxed for the first time, and a small smile played across his face as we all breathed in the warm scent of bread.

I used a knife to spread some honey over my slice, then took a small taste of it. Then a larger taste. I looked around the table, confused.

“This bread… It tastes sort of bland, doesn’t it?”

Confused and crestfallen faces greeted me as I looked around the table. Three nods, and Pinkie was across the room, reading the recipe. I felt a small warmth blossom in my chest, and ate more of my honeyed bread. It didn’t add any more flavor, but it did increase the warmth.

Looking around, I noticed everyone looked perkier. I finished my slice and joined Pinkie across the room. “It pretty much only says its name, and how to make it. Nothing of its flavor, or why a dragon has to be the chef. This seems to me a pretty standard bread recipe…”

She pushed her hand against her chest and pushed slightly. I noticed her flushed face, and realized that I too felt hot. I looked over to the table at the Cakes and noticed that they’d become red as well, and were staring at each other in a way I recognized.

“Pinkie, what’s the name of that bread?”

“I believe it’s called ambrosia, and it seems to be intended to increase…” She peered very closely at the book and shut it, a small look of panic in her eyes. “It’s said to increase 'passion'.”

I looked at the two Cakes, who were getting closer to one another quite quickly. I picked up Pinkie and threw her onto my shoulder. I walked her out of the room, and heard a small crash of plates knocked off of the table as I unlocked the door. I turned off the lights and slammed the door behind me, locking it. I walked a little ways away from the bakery and breathed deeply.

“Uhm, Spike?” Pinkie’s voice came from behind me, over my shoulder. “You’re touching…”

I realized exactly where my hand was holding Pinkie to keep her balanced on my shoulder, and I quickly put her down. She leaned into me, as if her legs wouldn’t support her. She looked up into my face, and her body somehow found more blood to push into her face. I realized that the bread was probably affecting her much more than it was me and groaned aloud.

I felt her place her hands on my chest, and when I looked down again she stood on tiptoe and tried to kiss me.

“Oh, no no no no. I love Ditzy, and she’s more than enough for me.” I picked her back up again and started back to the library, watching carefully where I put my hands.

“Oh Spike, you’re so rough,” I heard her moan, and when I looked back she seemed to be massaging her chest. I quickly looked forward again and bounced her a bit, trying to get her to stop.

“Pinks, try saving it until we get home.”

“Oooh, taking me to your house now? What would Twi say,” Pinkie giggled, bending more at her waist. I wondered what she was doing, until I felt her hands grab my butt. I jumped a little and, without thinking, swatted her in the most easily accessible area. Of course, this simply made her grab harder.

By the time we’d reached the library Pinkie wasn’t being quite so nice. She’d tried removing my pants twice as I was walking and was in the process of rolling my shirt up to my shoulder blades. I used my wand to open the door and close it again, as quietly as I could with Pinkie still giggling and moaning as I jiggled her.

I walked down the stairs as roughly as I could, bouncing her on my shoulder as I descended. This seemed only to encourage her, and I felt her pull of her shirt and throw it on the stairs. I opened my door and threw her on the bed.

She looked at me and grabbed one of her bare breasts and spread her legs, panties peeping out from under her skirt. She motioned to me with her other hand, running the second one away from her breast and down towards her skirt. “Come get me, lover…”

I slammed the door, tearing my eyes away and locking the room, sealing it so she couldn’t try and get out through the window. I heard her moan throatily and bolted up the stairs, away from the sounds of the gorgeous woman doing who knew what to herself behind the door.

I picked Pinkie’s shirt up as I ascended, and closed and locked a second door at the top of the stairs. I turned and noticed Twilight Sparkle, standing at the top of her stairs in a small nightshirt and rubbing her face sleepily. “Spike, what’s with all of the noise…”

She stopped speaking as she saw the disarray of my clothes. My shirt was still riding right below my neck, and my pants had lost their belt and now sagged open on my thighs. I saw her take in the pink shirt in my hand. Confusion running across her face, she asked, “Is that Pinkie’s shirt? What is she doing running around withou…”

Her eyes widened and she flushed, deep red. I looked down and noticed for the first time the result of Pinkie’s ministrations, and my own reaction to the bread. I moved behind the counter used for checking out books, and cleared my throat.

“We were baking bread. If you could send a note to…” I looked up at the clock. Three in the morning. “I guess to Luna. See if Celestia’s awake too, tell them I need… knowledge on a certain type of magic.”

She nodded and started back up the stairs. I blushed and coughed. When she looked back I said, “Maybe wear pants on the way back down.”

She looked down to her bare thighs and flushed brighter, than ran up to her room and slammed her door. I straightened my shirt and tried pulling up my pants. They were a little too tight at the moment though, and I couldn’t button them. I gave up and tossed them onto a chair, along with Pinkie’s shirt.

Twilight came back down in jeans and a heavy sweater. “I sent word of… your problem. Luna said she’s coming with Celestia.” I nodded, keeping my body close to the counter. She looked at the pile of clothes on the chair and shifted uncomfortably. “Is there something… I could do to help?”

I felt my eyes widen as I stared at her, and her eyes widened and she turned bright red again. “No no no, I meant, do you need a sheet or something!”

I grabbed my chest and breathed, looking straight down at the counter. “No, I don’t think it would… hide much right now. I think I’ll just stay here. Close to the counter.”

She nodded, looking anywhere besides me. I shuffled some papers around the workspace, trying to keep my mind away from Twilight’s pale thighs moving up the stairs…

“Uhm, can I have some cold water and a towel, please?”

Twilight gave me a funny look, but returned with a glass of water and a towel from the kitchen. Staying as far away as she could, she put the items on the desk. I grabbed the glass and dumped it over my head, gasping as the cold water made the breath hitch in my chest. I wiped away the excess water, and looked down.

All the water had done was make my clothes stick to me.

Twilight eyed my wet body and asked, “Help at all?”

I shook my head and she smiled a bit, as if enjoying the torture I was undergoing. I leaned over and her smile faltered.

“Milky white calves leading up to supple, smooth thighs,” I said, grinning and blushing bright red myself. Twilight twitched and covered her face with her hands, looking to the door and squeaking something about how the Princesses should be soon. The smile fell from my face. “How much did you tell them, exactly?”

“Just that we had a non-urgent situation that was embarrassing to speak of.” She still covered her face with her hands, muffling her speech a bit.

Someone knocked gently on the door, making us both jump. Twilight rushed over and pulled open the door, letting both of the Princesses walk in. Celestia was the first, a look of concern covering her face until confusion replaced it when she saw me standing behind the book counter, dripping. She looked over to the pile of clothes on the nearby chair. I could see gears turning in her head as she looked between the pink shirt and me, and I started shaking my head.

“Celestia, you are blocking me,” came another voice from behind the first Princess, and Luna pushed between her sister and the door. She looked up into her confused sibling’s face, then followed her gaze to the chair. Confusion fell over her face as well, and she asked, “I thought you were dating that blonde, not Pinkie?”

“Is… is that the problem, Spike?” Celestia asked, a very worried and slightly panicked look replacing the confusion.

I could only gawk at the sisters, making offended noises and shaking my head. “No no no, I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk and I came across the Cake’s bakery and then Pinkie asked me to help them and then Mrs. Cake had this recipe and I made it…”

Celestia held up her hand, stopping me. “Spike… What? That made no sense, slow down.”

I took a breath, and in that moment of silence, a loud moan came from behind the closed basement door. Three heads turned slowly in that direction and I froze. They all looked at me, and I simply said, “I couldn’t leave her around Mr. Cake.”

Celestia looked at me for a bit longer before rubbing her forehead and closing her eyes. Luna tried not to break into a fit of giggles, still just a teenager mentally.  Twilight went pale and sat in a chair on the far side of the room, facing away from me and the door.

“Okay Spike. You went to help Pinkie Pie make bread because you couldn’t sleep?” Celestia asked.

I shook my head. “I went for a walk, because I couldn’t sleep. I came across Sugarcube Corner while I was walking, and I went inside.”

“That’s when Pinkie asked you to help her?”

“Her and Mrs. Cake, yeah. I helped them with some bread dough. We got to talking, and it come up that I was a dragon. Mrs. Cake had a recipe that could only be truly completed with a dragon, so we tried it.” I stayed as calm as possible, trying to remember every detail. I assumed it was the bread or the… blood loss, but my mind felt a little fuzzy and I couldn’t remember properly.

Celestia arched an eyebrow and asked, “Did this recipe have any clue as to what kind of bread you were making?”

I fidgeted. “Yes, but we didn’t check until after we’d had some. Me, Pinkie, and Mr. and Mrs. Cake. I left them in the kitchen when I left, but I didn’t want something… embarrassing to happen with Pinkie so I took her.”

Celestia had to hold up her hand again, and I stopped to take another breath. “Did this recipe have a name? What was the description?” She asked.

I looked away and muttered the name. Her eyes widened and she got extremely close, looking me in the eyes. Again I muttered, “Ambrosia bread…”

She looked deep into my eyes. “How long did you last?”

I blushed and stared at the princess, shocked. She shook her head vigorously and asked, “How long did you cook it for? The full four minutes?”

“Uhm, no, I stopped a few seconds short of four…”

“At least ten seconds, right?” Celestia asked, face full of hope. Luna had been giggling ever since I had announced what bread it was we’d eaten, and Twilight was just looking on, silently.

“Uhm, closer to eight…”

Celestia laid her head on the counter, directly in front of my abs, and sighed. I felt her hot breath hit my cold skin, and suddenly noticed the low-sweeping back of her dress. I couldn’t help but look down at the top of her head, then down her back to her shapely hips…

A sudden noise on the underside on the counter seemed to announce my current train of thoughts, and with both hands resting on the top of the counter, I had no alternative explanation as to the sound. Celestia slowly moved her head up and looked directly into my eyes, a blank slate except for the blush that played across her cheeks.

Luna, however, had adopted a shocked expression that soon dissolved into full-blown laughter. Twilight hadn’t heard the noise, thank Celestia, and simply chalked it up to the weirdness of the night.

The Princess raised an eyebrow, keeping my eyes locked in hers. “How… bad is it?” she asked, quietly.

“Uhm…” I said, hesitating. I was trying to think of any non-suggestive words to describe my current predicament, but I had become engaged in a battle to keep my eyes on Celestia’s face, and not lower. Much lower…

She put a hand on her dress and pushed it to her chest, glaring into my eyes. I guessed I hadn’t kept my eyes on hers as well as I had tried. She glared for another second, then sighed and dropped her hand away and pressed her elbows together, turning her head away. “Twilight, go ahead and go to bed. We’ll handle the spells he needs; you probably won’t want to see him… during the magic.”

My eyes were entirely enraptured with the cleavage I was currently being presented, but I tore my gaze away long enough to see Twilight stand up and quickly walk up her stairs. She paused halfway up and turned to Celestia. “It won’t hurt, will it?”

Celestia smiled wryly at me. “Not enough.”

Twilight nodded, then cast one last worried glance at me before finishing her walk up the stairs and shutting her door. Celestia immediately cast a spell over Twilight’s door. When I raised an eyebrow, she blushed and said, “Silencing spell.”

I was about to ask what the silencing spell was for, when she leaned over and kissed me. She was so much softer than what I expected, and I felt my eyes roll a little as she pulled herself close to me, over the counter. I pulled away first, mind buzzing and filled by white noise. “But, Ditzy…”

“Will never know about this, and deserves an… experienced man for her first. Does she not, sister?”

I’d forgotten Luna was in the room, and felt her push herself against my back. She was warmer than I expected from the Princess of the night, and I felt myself melt a little as she pressed against my back. Breathing into my ear, she said, “No woman deserves an inexperienced first.”

I shivered as Celestia ran her hands over my chest. “But… but, we’ve known each other for so long…”

She shrugged. “You mean I watched you grow up. But you weren’t so young when we first met, remember…?”

She pulled my shirt over my head as she spoke, leaving only my hips covered. Luna trailed her hands over my back as Celestia administered to my front, making my flesh erupt into goose bumps.

Luna slid her hands under my last piece of clothing and pushed them down, allowing me to spring out and knock against the counter once again. Luna giggled and reached around me, trailing her hands over my hips until she finally reached the front…

“Holy…” she breathed, wrapping her hands around my base and forcing a moan from between my lips.

“Hmmm, that good, sister?” Celestia tried to grab me as well, but I was leaning against the counter for support and her hands couldn’t find a way around the workspace. She frowned, then grinned and pulled her dress up, over her thighs. She climbed up onto the counter, pressing her body to mine as she sat down. She wrapped her legs around both me and her sister, pulling me to her lips and Luna against my back.

Luna made a noise and grabbed Celestia’s breasts, trying to push herself back. This made the Princess moan of course, and I took her open lips as an invitation and licked the inside of her top lip, slowly.

Celestia moaned louder and grabbed my tongue with her lips, gently sucking on it and nibbling the tip. The new sensation caused me to push my hips forward, grinding my hips into hers and my member into the bottom of the counter. Luna was still holding onto me with both hands, and she began moving up and down my length as far as her arms could reach from behind me.

“Oh Luna, please don’t,” I panted. “I’ll soil the card catalog if you keep that up…” Luna laughed softly and ceased, grabbing my chest and holding herself against my back as she gently bit my neck and ear. I growled softly and reached around, cupping her ass as I copied her movements onto Celestia’s neck. Both Princesses moaned as I bit softly into the nerves of Celestia’s neck and kneaded the ass of the younger Princess.

I pulled back a little from Celestia, and she started to pout. Before she could say anything, I turned to pick up Luna in my arms. I turned back Celestia and placed her sister in her lap. Gently but insistently, I spread Luna’s legs and placed as much of myself against her. Reaching behind her, I took one of Celestia’s breasts in each hand and ground my hips into Luna.

Twin moans rose from the siblings, and Luna laid her head back onto one of Celestia’s shoulders. She looked pleadingly up at her sister and pushed her hand up into Celestia’s glorious hair, pulling her sister’s head softly down. Celestia complied, latching onto Luna’s neck and sucking gently. She moaned softly, becoming louder when I joined her sister on the other side of her throat.

I still had my hands on Celestia’s chest, and I massaged gently as I trailed kisses down Luna’s neck to her collar. Celestia’s moans vibrate all through her sister’s neck, tingling my lips on her collarbone. Luna’s moans themselves wavered with the strength of her sister’s pleasure, her arching back pressing her own slightly smaller breasts into my chest.

“You two aren’t playing fair,” she moaned, reaching between her legs and stroking my length with her fingertips, her arms too short to do much more. I pressed my stomach against her arm, using it to rub her and eliciting a deeper moan than before. “Why are we teaming up on me… when Spike’s the one… with the problem?”

Celestia was a little too busy with Luna’s neck and shoulder, so I said, “Luna, you are helping with my problem.” I pulled back and tensed, lifting my member above the counter and pushing it gently into the panties I felt covering Luna’s sex. I wrapped my lips around hers as she moaned, feeling her air vibrate in my lungs as I breathed in the essence of the Princess.

“But it would be rude of me not to return the favor,” I said, grinning as I pulled away. She tried to wriggle her waist against mine, but I pulled completely away from both of the sisters. Luna nearly came after me, but I folded Celestia’s hands around her breasts and squeezed, setting Celestia to rubbing and massaging.

Luna eyed me, pleading with me to come back. I smiled and pulled a chair over to us, sitting down and pulling her dress up over her thighs. She seemed to understand what I was going for and tried closing her legs, blushing redder than she already was and trying to say something about cleanliness and how she hadn’t been able to bathe before coming over. I held her legs where they were and stood up once more, kissing her fears away.

I sat again, and Luna allowed me to spread her legs once more. Celestia actually had her sister up in her lap, so I could see both the white cotton and the pink silk clothing both of my lover’s arousal. I spread Celestia’s legs a little more as well, then leaned forward to rest my chin on the wood of the counter. I could see how tense Luna was, muscles quivering from being so tight.

Grinning, I got a bit closer and blew hot air out of my mouth, directly onto Celestia. She jumped a little, but not as much as when I slipped my tongue over both of their folds, starting at the bottom of Celestia’s slit and pressing through the cloth all the way to Luna’s end. Both women sighed heavily, as if I had soothed an unknown burn.

Luna reached down and gently pushed my head forward, encouraging me to continue. I grinned and complied, flattening my tongue and pushing it into the silk material, tasting her desire and soaking the pink cloth. Celestia sighed, feigning sadness. I grinned and pushed a hand up to her slit, rubbing my thumb over her lips.

Both sisters moaned as I rubbed them through their panties, switching my hand and my mouth whenever the mood struck me. Luna was sweeter than Celestia, but not nearly as intense as the elder Princess. As odd as it sounds, Celestia was much more flavorful than Luna.

Of course, she didn’t respond as well to my tongue as she did to my hand, so I mostly kept my mouth on the sweeter sister; slipping my tongue between her folds through the silk cloth on my tongue and sucking gently at the small nub I felt at the top of her sex.

Nearly screaming in pleasure, Luna couldn’t keep still as I pressed my lips against hers. She moaned, sounding frustrated instead of pleasured, and reached for a pair of scissors near the book we kept to log books in and out. She pushed my head away, and before I could ask what she was up to she had used the scissors to cut the middle of her panties away, revealing her soft folds to me. Almost as an afterthought, she cut away Celestia’s as well, baring the smooth lips topped by a small patch of hair the same color as rest of her locks.

Forcing a scowl, I snatched the scissors away and tossed them to the floor. “You could have hurt yourself,” I started before I was pulled back into Luna’s legs.

“Your tongue needs to be inside of me, now,” she almost panted.

I followed the order, slipping my tongue between her lips and inside her heat. She was moaning again, flexing her back to almost ride my tongue. My hand was taking advantage of Celestia’s newly exposed flesh, quickly following my tongue into new territory. Celestia moaned her approval, rocking back and forth on my fingers as much as she could. This only added to Luna’s movements, both women nearly screaming as I moved inside of them.

My hand was starting to cramp, forcing my fingers to curl inside Celestia. I felt a small curve inside, and curious, I pressed gently on it and rubbed. Celestia stopped making noise entirely, throwing her head back in a silent moan. She closed her eyes and her face scrunched up and she clamped down onto the finger I had inside her, forcing me still. She thrust her hips forward once, twice, then fell back onto the counter. Her head lulled off the edge, and she slowly relaxed enough for me to free my hand from her.

Luna looked back at her sister, seemingly triumphant. “He found your button, didn’t he?”

Celestia nodded, breathing too hard to say anything. She gently pushed her sister off of her, into my lap. Luna settled in front of my member, almost grasping it between her cheeks. She rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing me between her lips and getting me quite slick with her juices and my spit.

“See, me and my sister usually compete over trivial things.” Luna leaned forward, setting her entrance over my tip and pressing gently down. “A not-so-trivial thing we compete over, rarely, are men. Mostly, which one of us gets to be their first.” She pushed down a little harder, slipping my head inside of her. She moaned lightly, and I followed. “It usually is something like this, and whoever orgasms first loses. With only teasing until an orgasm, of course.”

I grinned up at her. “So I’m a prize, then?”

Luna smiled back and shrugged. “In a way, I suppose.”

I pulled her off of me, earning me a look of puzzlement and frustration. I picked her up and turned her around, setting her back where she was and pushing her head down into her sister’s sex. “Well, this prize has a mind of its own, and would like a little show.” I stood up, pressing into Luna as she moaned into Celestia’s lips. Celestia moaned and reached up to her dress, pulling it down to expose her pale breasts to the library. I reached down and pulled at Luna’s dress, pulling it down over her shoulders so the material bunched over her stomach.

Looking down, I noticed how distracting the slip of pink was. Looking at the scissors on the floor, I sigh and wished I hadn’t been so hasty. Pushing one of my claws out from under my skin, I flicked upwards and cut the last of the silk from her hips. She looked back impatiently.

“Hurry and come here,” she panted, pushing against me with her wet slit. I grinned and pushed back lightly, fitting into her top hole. She looked back, a slightly scared gleam in her eyes. “Wrong one. There’s no lubricant there, boy.”

“Well then, we’ll just have to find some,” I said, smiling back at her. Slowly, I rub my member against her, getting her juices all over until I was at the point of dripping. Moaning, she returned the her sister’s lips, using her thumb to flick Celestia’s nub as she entered with her tongue. Celestia murmured appreciatively, pushing Luna’s face against her opening and grinding slowly; first up, then down.

I sat one last time and pressed my tongue to Luna’s small hole, making sure to get everything nice and wet before attempting what I was about to do. Her moans were muffled by Celestia’s lips, but the Princess let me know of her sister’s pleasure with her own loud approval.

I got up and pressed against the slick opening. Luna lifted her face from her sister’s folds and told me to go slow. Before she could finish, I slowly entered her. Words became moans, and Celestia lifted her hips to catch the vibrations from Luna’s mouth. I gathered up a handful of Luna’s dress and pulled her backwards onto my shaft with it. She moaned loudly into Celestia and pushed her lips harder against the Princess’s fold. She must have slipped her tongue further in as well, because a moment later Celestia had her second orgasm.

I bottomed out in Luna, reaching down to fondle her breasts as I slowly pulled out of her. No longer worried about her sister, Luna was letting her head hang down in front of the counter. Worried about her hitting her head, I picked her up and sat down, letting her slide slowly all the way from my head to the base.

Celestia lifted her head to see what had Luna being so loud, then grinned when she saw her sister’s spread legs being lifted and pressed back down with increasing speed. Her voice sounded strange, hitching with every down stroke. Eventually she regulated herself, leaning against me and just keeping a constant, low moan.

I wrapped my arms around her hips as well as her legs, opening her further for her sister’s pleasure. I paused when Celestia flapped a hand at me, much to Luna’s frustration. “Don’t you know how to just keep going, or do you just stop every time I’m getting somewhere on purpose?”

I grinned and started slamming into her, getting her back to where she was before Celestia interrupted us.

Celestia had grinned and stood up, swaying a little as if she were drunk. She walked around the chair Luna and I were currently preoccupied on, then tapped me on the shoulder pointed to the counter, flapping her hands at me.

Getting the gist of what she wanted, I stood up, still bouncing Luna up and down on my shaft. I turned and pressed my ass to the counter, then jumped up onto it. I made sure to time it just right, so that Luna got a little extra push on the up stroke and so that I slammed all the way into her as I landed on the counter, making her gasp for air.

Her sister grinned at my actions and he sister’s breathlessness, then pulled the chair up to the counter and applied her tongue to Luna’s slit. She didn’t play around either; I could feel her tongue through Luna’s wall, and it definitely felt nice. She pulled away rather quickly though, a look of surprise on her face.

“You’ve already came! When?”

Luna grinned. “After he penetrated me dear sister, well after yours. Probably about the time he bottomed out for the first time, I can’t remember. That was nearly…” She stopped talking and moaned, squeezing a little on my shaft as she bounced down a little harder than normal. “Ooh, that was three orgasms ago…”

Celestia sniffed a little and pushed two fingers into her sister’s opening. I knew it was two, because she spread them a bit and stroked both sides of my member through Luna. “Well, don’t be too greedy. One more and then he’s mine.”

Luna sighed. “Very well then, but maybe we can switch holes first?” She looked over her shoulder. “This is fantastic, dear Spike, but I have a feeling that there’s a wonderful orgasm to be had with you hitting my womb instead of my intestine…”

I pulled slowly out; a small pop sounded as the vacuum created was broken. She sighed a little, then reached down and stroked me with her hand. She wiggled back against me and put me at her other, proper entrance and pushed down. Well lubricated, she slid easily to the bottom of my shaft and wiggled her hips from side to side, murmuring happily. I slid out, and she stopped murmuring and moaned.

I felt Celestia’s hand on the showing part of my shaft, then on my testes as I slid back onto Luna. She followed her sister’s ascension a few times, stroking along my member as it was uncovered and reclaimed. Then she simply laid her fingers among me and slipped inside of Luna’s love box. Luna threw her head back and Celestia curled her fingers, stroking her sister’s wall as she climaxed. Soon she had to stop moving her fingers completely, Luna clamped down so tight.

The Princess’s chest was heaving as I slid out of her and laid her on the counter. Celestia took me in her hands and was pumping up and down with them both, feeling me tense.

“I’m close, Celestia,” I breathed. I’d been close for a while, but Luna had been a little too tight to be comfortable. She nodded and started pumping harder, and suddenly popped her mouth down over my tip.

I shuddered as a warmth started to spread from my stomach, and I knew what was about to happen. I looked down as the Princess worked me with her mouth and hands, and realized that this was not where I wanted my seed.

I stood up, popping myself out of her mouth. She looked up, confused, but I was very close and I didn’t want to waste words. I pulled her to her feet and pushed her over the counter, so her ass was in the air. She looked behind her, about to say something, but whatever words they had been were drowned out as I split her for the first time. I pushed all the way into her entrance and shivered as I felt her clamp down on me.

Feeling my time nearing, I pushed down on the counter and lifted myself, angling myself so that I was hitting the place I though her button was with each stroke. I seemed to work, as she quickly clamped down on me and started shuddering, gasping out my name.

I called her out as I thrust one last time and spilled into her, filling her with warm, sticky strands of my cum. She shuddered, and I could have sworn she came again. After too long my orgasm ended and I slumped into her, hips pressed against her round ass.

Panting, she looked over her shoulder and smiled sweetly at me. “You know, I hadn’t planned this when I came here.”

I chuckled, about the only response I could summon. I glanced over at Luna, nearly asleep on the counter. Slowly, I slid out of Celestia and moved over to the Princess of the night. I laid myself on her slit, rubbing myself over her slit. She moaned and gently pushed me away with a foot.

“No more, my hips are going to turn into dust,” she mumbled. Her foot had found my still-hard member, and her stroking was sending me very different messages than she was. She looked up at her foot, as though it were an alien thing, than moaned in exasperation and gestured at me. “Come on then, but be gentler this time.”

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I’d climaxed within Luna twice and on the both of them once before we decided we were done for the night. Both of the Princesses were dripping, and much too tired to go back to the castle by the time we finished. The two of them sent of a note saying that they were fine and not to worry about them, then we headed down the basement stairs.

I unlocked and cautiously opened the bottom door. Pinkie Pie was sitting in the middle of my bed, naked with three fingers jack-hammering inside of her. She had her head laid back, so she didn’t see us when we opened the door. The two Princesses looked at each other and grinned. Celestia waved her hand through the air and the scraps of their clothes disappeared, along with all of the mess I’d left on and inside them. They walked inside and quietly closed the door, a locking spell appearing on the outside.

I walked back up the stairs cleaned myself off as well, then slipped into my pants and laid out on the chair, much more ready for sleep than I had been when this stupid night had started. My shirt was gone, either shredded or covered with fluids, so I simply draped Pinkie’s shirt over myself and quickly fell asleep.