Spike watched from his seat in the cushy, leather armchair as Twilight Sparkle yawned deeply and stretched, pushing her slightly larger than average chest out inadvertently, nipples poking slightly out through the thin fabric of her blue tank top. "Well..." the bookish Princess relaxed, arms swinging down so she could briefly scratch a patch of her creamy, exposed thigh. "I'm headed off to bed, Spike. Turn out all of the lights before you come up, huh?"

"Sure thing, Twi," The dragon-blooded boy responded. He lifted up the book he was reading, and blinked at her. "Might be a while though. Things just got interesting."

"Oh ya?" Twilight giggled, turning towards the staircase and giving Spike full view of her well rounded, if somewhat small, ass that was tightly hugged by her purple sleeping-shorts. "Well, try not to stay up too late. You've gotta open the library tomorrow, remember."

"Ya, ya. 'Night Twilight, love you."

She smiled at him over her shoulder. "Love you too, Spike. And hey, thanks for keeping Golden Oaks up and running for me while I'm busy with the school system reform. It means a lot to me." She started ascending the stairs leading to the solitary bedroom of the tree house, her small feet padding softly against the smooth wood.

Spike returned the smile, showcasing his razor sharp fangs. "For you, anything."

The Princess giggled again, and reached the bedroom door. "Always such a charmer. Goodnight, Spike."

The door opened, closed, and silence once again returned to the library. For fifteen minutes Spike waited until he heard the distant Click! of a lamp being turned off. He waited another fifteen minutes before he dared to move. Ever so slowly he crept up and out of the chair, taking care not to let the leather squeak as he moved. One he was safely up, the dragon-blooded boy walked on his heels towards the door, where his steel-toed boots were kept.

For a while, Spike had found them rather pretentious; he wasn't a construction worker, there was little chance of anything heavier than a dictionary falling on his feet (and even if they did, his bones were about as hard as diamond), and so steel-toes just seemed unnecessary. But when he started growing older and his toenails started turning into talons, he was faced with the reality of ripping through every single piece of footwear that was purchased for him, or wear the reinforced boots. In the end, the choice was made for him. As it was he never got to wear socks.

Spike inched towards the kitchen, avoiding the creaky floor boards on they way and carrying his boots with him to avoid the heavy clunk-ing noise they would make against the hardwood. Finally, after what seemed like an hour of stress laden sneaking, he reached the vinyl floors (the very same ones that Rarity hated with every fibre of her being) of the kitchen. Silently, he hopped up on the counter and reached a single, clawed hand out, pushing gently against the window.

He winced as it creaked slightly, teeth glinting in the moonlight. He waited for a second. Two seconds. Ten... Nothing. Either Twilight was asleep, she didn't hear it, or she just thought he was getting stuffy. Regardless, Spike was grateful for the small mercy. He perched on the windowsill for a second, checking to ensure nothing was underneath him, before gently hopping down.

He had done it.

He was out.

Elation rocketed through his body as he reached up and gently closed the window almost all of the way; he needed it to appear closed to the wandering eye, but he also needed a way back in when he was done. What it was that he wanted, he wasn't really sure. All he knew was that if spent another second trapped in that library, he was going to go beserk. Mopping, sweeping, dusting, taking inventory, ordering new books, putting old ones into storage, cycling the selection on the shelves... Spike needed a break. So, he had decided to sneak out.

Slipping his boots on, Spike smiled to himself. The night was young, and so was he. But where to go? Zipping his purple hoodie up, the young man looked around. Honestly, he would be fine with just going for a walk. It had been far too long since he had just gone for a walk without a goal oriented destination in mind. Grocery shopping, picking up Twilight's dry cleaning... Tonight, it was all about Spike.

Taking a few tentative steps forwards, he glanced over his shoulder and up at the libraries bedroom window. No lights had flicked on, no screaming Princesses were tearing Ponvyville apart with abnormally powerful magical energy. Success. Maybe, he thought to himself, stepping on the road just outside the library, I'll head downtown. Friday night in Ponyville? Surely something must be open this late.

So Spike did just that; setting off, the dragon-blooded boy strode calmly down the road, glancing excitedly at the people going to and fro. While the streets were much quieter than during the day, a few Ponyvillian's were out enjoying the night life. Or, perhaps, they were going back home from a raucous night on the town. Either way, Spike knew; these were his people now.

Music pounded in the club, set in place by some sleazy, anonymous who turned tables in a booth high above the central theater. Down below, the men in the crowed hooted at the girl on the stage as she wrapped a leg around the steel pole extending from the floor right to the ceiling. Her back and large, perfectly shaped ass was currently on full display for the club in a tiny g-string that barely concealed anything. She moaned slightly as she bent backwards, her flexible body going all the way back so that her attractive, well formed face was now in full view of the men right in front of her. Wavy, magenta hair fell down, the tips of it pooling on the stage for the briefest of moments before she snapped back upright, her massive breasts jiggling enticingly from the sudden movement. She smiled seductively at a man with brown hair who was front row center, and stuck a finger in her mouth, plump lips pouting out around the digit as she sucked on herself.

Dollar bills flew up on the stage, and the stripper disengaged herself from the pole. Ludicrously high heels clacked along the polished black stage as she took a few, hip swaying steps forwards. As she walked, she ran her hands all along her body, gently cupping her sizable, natural breasts before allowing them to sway freely down. Confidence oozed from the working girl as she turn, cocked her hip sharply, and bent to pick up the bills on the floor, whilst also allowing for the club's patrons to shove more into her g-string.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, that was the very sexy Sunflower! Let's give her a hand!" The DJ announced, his voice riling the already excited men up. More bills flew towards her, and she waved at the audience before turning sharply and smacking her her rear, tender ripples flowing through the succulent flesh. Her mouth formed an enticing 'O' shape, before turning into a sultry smile. Still wearing her smile, she strutted away from the crowd into the darkness of the backstage area, where the smile quickly vanished. The blinding spotlights were gone, the music and catcalls were muted. Now, it was just her and her broken soul, left all alone.

"Nice work, Cheerilee. You really knocked 'em dead," a man's voice said to her left, and she glanced sidelong at him. The club's manager, Hot Flash, practically oozed the 'slimeball' vibe. His thin, black hair was slicked back against a head that seemed too small for the rest of his body. His cheeks were slightly sunken, and his orange eyes were hidden by massive sunglasses, despite the fact that it was remarkably dark backstage.

"Thanks, Flash," the ashamed stripper mumbled. "Alright, well I'm off for the night. I'll be back for my tips this time tomorrow. And I'll know if you stiff me again."

"Babe, babe, if you really wanted me to stiff you..." He said, his high, whiny voice like an angry mosquito in Cheerilee's ear, "Ya only had 'ta say so..."

"Eugh..." She groaned, pushing away from him. "Goodnight, Flash." She walked smartly towards her dressing room, tugging off her "Slut Shoes" as she liked to call them so she could walk properly. She turned down a small hallway, passing by her co-workers rooms, shiny, golden nameplates flashing at her as she passed the sturdy black doors. Finally, she reached her own room. She paused for a moment, reading "Sunflower" on the reflective plate. She could remember the day she chose her stripper name, and practically gagged at the thought she would pervert her ankle mounted cutie-mark in such a way.

Still, she had bills to pay, and with those recent budget cuts at Ponyville high... She needed a second source of income. One that offered hours that wouldn't interfere with the schooldays. One that didn't require a whole lot of special experience. So this job at the "In HEAT" strip club had been an almost perfect fit. Almost.

She pushed the door open, collected her belongings, and got dressed. Sighing as she struggled to get her tight, form fitting skirt around her wide, child-bearing hips, she wondered what would happen if anyone she knew ever found out why the sweet and demure school teacher was always so tired nowadays. She quickly pulled on a white, low cut t-shirt and grabbed her purse, before marching smartly back down the hallway.

Pushing gently on the glass doors that led out onto the near deserted Ponyville street, Cheerilee relished in the feeling of the cold night air dancing along her exposed skin. "Night, Brick." She intoned sweetly to the huge bouncer standing outside the club doors, who merely grunted in response. She sighed again, crossed her arms over her sizable breasts, and turned to begin the twenty minute walk home.

"Erm... Miss Cheerilee?" A young, male voice from behind her questioned, causing her to freeze in place.

Fuck!

"Erm... Miss Cheerilee?" Spike called out to the beautiful, yet familiar woman who had just left the strip club he had been ambling by. He watched as she visibly stiffened under his voice, and her head gently turned back to look at who was calling. Her eyes widened as she registered the dragon-blooded teenager in front of her. The same dragon-blooded teenager whom she saw almost daily at the Golden Oaks Library she frequented.

"Oh... eheheh!" She laughed nervously and turned on her heel to face him, noting (not for the first time) the teen's appearance. His razor sharp claws were filed well; kept looking professional, yet dangerously alluring. His fangs had been brushed vigorously in order to lend them a pearly-white sheen, and his spiky green hair was brushed back slightly, giving him a windswept, roguish look. All in all, it was obvious Spike took pride in was his appearance. Not to mention the dragon blood flowing through his veins lent him some very powerful, well defined muscles. While never on the huge side like Big Macintosh or Snowflake, Spike was certainly very fit. If Cheerilee had to describe his physique in one word, she would probably call him lithe; thin, yet powerful and predatorial. "H-hello, Spike! What are you doing here?"

Spike's reptilian eyes narrowed as he looked the high school teacher up and down, noting her sensual, if not necessarily slutty, choice of clothing. All of her garments seemed one size too small, and accentuated her usually modestly hidden assets quite well. "I'm out for a walk. The better question is, what are you doing here?"

He could tell that Cheerilee was floundering for a respectable answer. Her pretty, plump lips opened and closed as if she came very close to saying something, before they formed a tight frown. She uncrossed her arms and placed one hand on her heart, the other on her hips. "I... I... Oh, how do I put this... I..." She looked at the ground, kicking at the pavement slightly. "Oh, Spike, I work here. I'm a... I'm a..."

"You don't have to say it," Spike offered, though he knew what she was getting at. Cheerilee, the innocent school teacher, was a stripper. And, if the fat stack of bills sticking out of the top of her slightly exposed bra was any indication, she was a damn good one. Perhaps noticing Spike's gaze on her breasts, the woman turned away slightly and blushed.

"Oh, Celestia, you must think I'm such a slut..." She murmured. She glanced up at Brick, who was still staring stoically ahead, not registering the situation at all. "Spike... Please... please don't tell anyone about this... I'd lose my job and teaching... teaching's the only thing I've ever really loved. Please, Spike."

He sighed, and nodded, before he too looked up at the huge bouncer. "Very well. I won't breathe a word of this to anybody. But hey, Miss Cheerilee, why don't you let me walk you home? It can get pretty dangerous for a beautiful young woman walking around alone at night."

She blushed slightly in spite of herself, though she wasn't really sure why. Maybe it was the gentlemanly manner in which he conducted himself. Celestia knows that after what she had just been doing, a gentleman was the last person to approach her. Usually it was some drooling slob looking for a happy ending to the show. She shuddered slightly as she remembered the time one of the club patrons had followed her partway home, forcing her to continue walking for hours lest he find out where she lived. "Ya... okay. Thank you, Spike."

He smiled broadly at her, offering her his arm. "Milady," he intoned, bringing an airy, nervous giggle out of her. Spike couldn't help but add his own little chuckle to hers. After all, what were the odds of the two of them meeting here, at a strip club of all places? Actually, the green haired boy reasoned, considering she moonlights as a stripper, I'd be more likely to run into her here then, say... I dunno, the drug store? Whatever. Point is, this whole situation is bizarre.

The two of them set off down the street together, looking more like a young couple than a teenaged librarian and a teacher/stripper. For a while, uncomfortable silence reigned between them. A few times, Spike opened his mouth as if to say something, but merely closed it again without uttering a word. For blocks they walked in near total silence, and the young man's mind reeled for conversation topics. Finally, more out of desperation than anything else, he spoke up. "Hey, Miss Cheerilee-,"

"Please Spike, just Cheerilee. You're not a student of mine."

"Right. Cheerilee, then. Can I ask you a question."

Cautiously, she glanced sidelong at him and cocked her head slightly. The two were around the same size, with Spike being perhaps slightly taller than her, forcing her to look up slightly. "Sure, Spike."

He grinned mischievously. "So what's sex-ed like when you teach it? I'll bet all the guys in your class would probably rather die than miss a lesson of that. I know I would!"

The pink haired woman gasped, and swatted him playfully on the arm. "Spike, really! I assure you everything I teach is above-board."

"Hey, I'm not sayin'! I'm just sayin'. Besides, with a teacher as attractive as you, it'd probably make most of your students day to find out that you were a... uh... dancer." He chuckled again to indicate he was just playing with her, but quickly stopped at the defeated expression on his company's face. "Ah, jeeze. Hey, Miss Cheerilee, I was just kidding around. I never meant to imply that... I'm sorry."

For a while, she didn't say anything, and the two of them just walked on in silence. She didn't pull away from him, though, which Spike took as a good sign

"It's okay, Spike," she finally stated, even pulling in closer to him. "It's just that... about a year after I moved up to high school from elementary, there were some... cuts... to our boards funding. Since I was brand new, my starting salary was doctored to meet the new budgetary constraints. I hate that I have to take my clothes off in order to make ends meet. I hate that I have to act like a... like a whore just so I can keep my house, and afford food for myself. I hate that I come out of there smelling like sweat and shame, and that sometimes I see the men who I've given lap dances to around town and they give me this... this look! As if they have some kind of power over me, and I go to bed every night just feeling so ashamed, and... and..." Her voice began to crack and waver towards the end of her monologue and Spike couldn't help but feel his heart break a little for her. It was clear that she had fallen on some tough times, and she was doing whatever she could in order to stay afloat. "And sometimes... I see girls who are older than me dancing... and I think to myself 'is this it? Is this what I have to look forwards to in my life? Just... putting myself on display for some rude perverts?' And what about my students? What would they think if they found out their teacher was a-"

"Hey," Spike murmured softly, squeezing her arm with his own and drawing her in a little closer. "Cheerilee, I don't know if you think you're just some kind of... of cheap floozy, but you're not. I've seen the books you check out at the library, and most of those aren't very easy reads. Heck, just the fact that you even visit the library in the first place means you're a damn sight more educated than those other girls you work with! Anyone in their right mind would be lucky to have you as a teacher, Cheerilee." He paused for a moment, searching carefully for his next words. "Look, Twilight is working on the School Board reform right now with the mayor and Princess Luna. I can talk to her, see if we can fix those budget cuts."

For the first time all night, Cheerilee's eyes were filled with hope. "Really? You would do that for me?"

Spike shrugged. "Way I see it, teachers in general deserve more money anyways. I'll talk to Twi in the morning, and see what she thinks. I mean, I'm not promising anything, but-" His words were cut by the teacher kissing him on the cheek and throwing her other arm around his neck, pulling him into a tight, boob squishing hug. The feeling of her massive breasts squishing against his own, smooth chest sent the teen's hormones into overdrive. Oh Celestia... Boner, stay down... Boner stay down...

"Thank you, Spike. You're a true gentleman..." She mumbled into his ear. She squeezed him a little tighter, suddenly taking notice of a rather large, hard, something pressing up against her pelvic area. Her eyes widened again, this time in surprise, and quickly pulled away from the embrace. "Oh, my... erhm... It seems you've got a, uh..."

Blushing furiously, Spike turned away shyly and scratched the back of his neck idly. "Hehe, ya... sorry... been cooped up in that library so long, it's been a while since I've spent time with any girls... Just uh... let's get going." He knew that the excuse was lame, but the truth was his libido had always been rather... overdeveloped. Perhaps it had something to do with being raised in the presence of six beautiful women during his pre-teen years. The dragon-blooded boy coughed nervously and prayed silently that she wouldn't notice the way his jeans were obnoxiously tented, opting to continue walking slightly ahead so as to keep his shame out of her sight.

Cheerilee couldn't help but smile as she trailed slightly behind her escort, his heavy footsteps echoing slightly around the now deserted street. For all of his maturity, for all of his polite and gentlemanly talk, he was still just a man. And as adverse as she was to using her body to manipulate people, Spike had given her light where before there was simply darkness. If anyone deserved a little more... action, from her, it was definitely him, wasn't it? "You know... It's kind of cute."

Spike froze on front of her, his shoulders tensing and his head turning slightly so he could look back at the sultry school teacher. "Erm... Excuse me?"

She giggled, and strode sexily up to him, swaying her hips in a familiar motion and slamming her heels down into the pavement with enough force to send ripples through the abundant amount of flesh that was accumulated on her chest and backside. Cooing slightly, Cheerilee ran a single finger from his left shoulder, all the way to his right, enjoying the young librarian's slight shudder at her touch. Moving slowly, but oh so deliberately, the teacher reached both of her arms around Spike's head, clasping her hands in front of his heart. Her breasts were pressed up against his back now, and Cheerilee felt a quiver of satisfaction run down into her nethers.

Thump... Thump... Thump...

"You know," she whispered into his slightly pointed ear, her voice hot and low in the night air, "Sex-ed has always been a specialty of mine, Spike..."

Thump, thump, thump...

Feeling Spike's heart rate increase, increase for her, sent chills down Cheerilee's spine, and she could feel herself growing moist in her white cotton panties. She knew she was being hypocritical, pouring her heart out about how much she hated using her body to earn a living, and then jumping the bones of the first nice guy to literally walk past her, but she found she didn't care. It had been far, far too long since anyone had ever made her feel special. Not since Big Macintosh, in fact... "Why don't we head into my place so I can give you a first hand lesson...? I promise it'll be... satisfying..."

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP

"Ch-Cheerilee, are you sure we should be-"

"Ssssh. Don't talk, my big, strong dragon... Let teacher take care of you, hmm?" One of her hands had begun to travel lower, gently pressing up against his hard, defined abdominal muscles. She moaned into his ear as she gently molested him, squeezing and pressing against his flat stomach until her body instinctively told her to go lower. Further her manicured hand travelled, slipping underneath the denim of his jeans and the elastic of his boxer's waistband to find her prize.

There, just underneath a small patch of assuredly green pubic hair, was Spike's rock hard erection. It strained valiantly against it's denim prison, desperately trying to free itself so it could gain access to this perfect example of femininity before it. The naughty teacher cooed again as she wrapped her long, slender fingers around his phallus tenderly, gently stroking him back and forth in the middle of the street. "Do you like that, Spike? Do you like the feeling of my hand against your huge penis? Do you like the feeling of being serviced right here in the middle of the street? Right where anyone could see us?"

Her conquest was panting quite heavily now, and Spike had to fight to keep himself from moaning. It felt good; impossibly good. So radically different from the occasions in which he had pleasured himself, and yet familiar at the same time. His mind began going blank from the sensations, and he could feel an unfamiliar fire erupting in his chest. His eyes flashed and a small tongue of green flame danced out from between his teeth. "Y-yes..." he finally managed to answer, chest heaving and claws tensing. He needed more of this; he needed more of her.

"Oooh, too bad," She teased, suddenly withdrawing her tender ministrations and stepping backwards, laughing seductively. Pushing her ass out slightly, she walked right past the dragon-blooded boy before looking back and blowing him a single, sultry kiss. "My place is that one at the end of the street, there," she stated. "You're gonna have to wait until we- WHOO!"

Unfortunately for Cheerilee, she had never had sex with a dragon before. Getting them riled up and then simply stopping could have very dire consequences. It was only because of Spike's iron-clad will that he didn't simply ravish her in the middle of the street and leave her there like a wanton whore. Instead, he had opted to heft the stripper up and over his shoulder, employing his draconic leg muscles to quickly bound over to his prey's home. Quickly, he dropped her so that she could unlock the door, before roughly shoving her inside and assaulting her lips with a deep, open mouthed kiss.

"Mmmmph!" Cheerilee's eyes went wide as she felt Spike's reptilian tongue intrude past her lips, slipping and tasting her own, flat appendage. Slowly, she melted into the rough kissing and even began slipping her own tongue into his mouth, running it daringly over his deadly fangs, reveling in the knowledge that a single jaw motion on his part now could slice her tongue right off. Everything about this was so dangerous, so... wrong. The pair collapsed onto the foyer floor, too caught up in passion to be bothered moving to a couch or bed.

Suddenly, Spike rolled over, pinning her underneath him and broke the kiss off, growling bestially as he did so. His eyes flashed once again as he gazed upon, admiring his handiwork. Sweat glistened on her fair skin, and her wavy pink hair spilled all across the plush carpet that the seductress had installed into her home. He watched as her massive breasts rose and fell with her panting, still in the confines of her t-shirt. He growled again, and pinned her arms down with his own. Grinning with all of the confidence of a hunter who had just secured his next kill, he summoned the strength of mind to speak a simple, lust fuelled word. "Where...?"

For a moment Cheerilee was confused. "Erm...? Here is fine I gu-"

"Where!?" He growled, baring his fangs down at her and massaging her nethers with a raised knee, soaking his joint even through her panties. Suddenly, she understood.

"M-my vaginaaaaAAAAAA!!!"

She didn't even have time to finish her two word sentence before Spike reached down and roughly ripped his teachers shirt apart, knife-like claws tearing the fabric asunder. Wasting no time, Spike had slit the strap connecting the cups of Cheerilee's bra allowing her mammaries to bounce and jiggle free of their fabric confines and sending the tip money she had bothered collected flowing everywhere.

He lowered himself so he could tenderly suckle on her right nipple, whilst raising his left claw up so he could play with and manipulate the tender flesh of her right boob, noting with sadistic pleasure that her nipples were already hard. She moaned as she felt that wonderfully flexible forked tongue caress and play with her breast, and could feel her moist, hot tunnel excrete another dose of fragrant love juices. Spike inhaled deeply as he pleasured his mate, taking in the scent of her need for him. He smiled around her nipple at that thought. Her need for him.

Spike switched sides, a line of drool following his mouth up and over her chest, covering a small portion of her body with his saliva, until he clamped his mouth down on her other nipple and began sucking away. "S-Spike!" She called out, writhing around underneath her powerful draconic lover. He was hot, so hot, bodily fluids readily poured of Cheerilee's body. Sweat coated her now slick body, and her thighs were completely covered with her thick, filmy girl-cum. But it wasn't enough; she needed more. She needed him.

"Spike! Please!" She moaned again, and spread her legs wide, her totally soaked panties clinging to her swollen mound. "Please!" she practically screamed, her mind almost totally leaving her from the pleasure. This, this was too much; more than she'd ever had before. She had never been consumed by such an overpowering lust, never had every nerve in her body telling her to beg and plead the man on top of her to simply enter her, to give her his hot, thick seed. "Spike! PLEASE!" She cried out again, praying that he would heed her pleas for release.

He disengaged himself from her breasts and bared his teeth down at his lover. "Beg."

"Spike, Spike please, I- I- AAAH!" She cried out as he brought a hand down hard on her still clothed ass, while taking a generous handful of her rear at the same time.

"Not... good enough..." On his part, Spike was struggling to maintain his illusion of being powerful and in charge. On the inside, he was still incredibly nervous, despite his dragon instincts telling him to simply mount her and be done with it. But, this was his first time, and he wasn't really sure what exactly he was doing. In fact, the librarians current plan was to just bide enough time until he could figure out what exactly it was that she liked. Thankfully, the teacher was giving him plenty of verbal cues. He had taken a gamble placing himself as the dominant one, and mercifully, it had paid off.

"Please! Just- just fuck me!" She whimpered desperately, working to wiggle out of her skirt while simultaniously attempting to rub her needy flower against her underwear in order to get some release. Recognizing the dire state that Cheerilee was in, Spike nodded and ran a single claw down her skirt, cutting it wide open and exposing her lower body. Doing the same procedure on her panties, she soon found herself naked and at the mercy of the dragon-blooded boy who was easily eight years her junior.

Acting quickly, Spike stood and pulled his jeans off roughly, hoping that Cheerilee would forgive him for ripping all of her clothes apart. Spike pulled at his sweater and t-shirt, now wearing nothing but a pair of severely tented purple boxers. He smiled as he watched the pink haired woman on the floor in front of him openly rub herself as she beheld his form, and he shoved two thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. Figuring that it was only fair, Spike used the claws on his thumbs to slice them open, and allowed the ruined fabric to flutter to the floor, exposing his hardened manhood.

Cheerilee moaned as she vigorously shoved her fingers inside herself, licking her lips and swearing loudly at the sight of the penis in front of her. More than sufficiently long, and wide enough to bring a whore to a soul shattering orgasm, the teacher spread her legs wide in invitation to her young lover. "Come on, Spike... Come to teacher..."

Wordlessly he obliged her, crashing down once more on top of her and raising his hips up so that he might align his hardened phallus with her waiting mound. Grunting, he hilted himself inside of her with one smooth, clean stroke, bringing a toe-curling scream out his vivacious partner. Baring her own teeth now in an animalistic show of lust, she shoved her hips forwards in a grinding motion, crying out as she felt Spike's penis moving inside of her and massaging her sensitive canal.

She felt full, so wonderfully, world crushingly full that it threatened to blot out all other thoughts. In that moment, all that mattered was that Spike fucked her, and she would do anything to achieve that. "Thrust!" She commanded, wrapping her arms around his neck. Ever the gentleman, Spike obeyed, drawing out to the tip before eagerly slamming himself back in, moaning in abject pleasure as he did so. He watched as her breasts rocked back and forth at his lewd motions, and found his eyes glued to those two, almost perfect mounds as he eagerly drove into her over and over again.

This was good, this was... perfect. Spike had never felt anything like it, never felt so... complete. For the first time since his greed-rampage, Spike felt at peace with his draconic instincts. He let out a mighty roar as he picked up the pace, humping her with renewed vigor, fucking her so hard that she began to get pushed backwards by his powerful thrusts. This was nature itself, a force older than thought. A force inherently entwined with Spike's people.

Cheerilee screamed out her approval, head lolling backwards as she surrendered herself to the pleasure. Had she known that the kind, polite librarian she had come to know could bring to such heights, she would have seduced him long ago. Already, she could feel herself reaching her peak, inner walls clamping down of their own accord against Spike's throbbing member. "F-fuck! Sp-pike I'm gonna... Oh Celestia, YES! I'm gonna cum!"

"Me... Too..." He panted, never ceasing his rough lovemaking. He could feel it, a pressure accumulating in his groin, threatening to blot out the world. Moaning loudly, Spike drove into her a few more times before it became too much. Her love tunnel was spasming wildly around his penis, and he hilted himself one last time before releasing deep inside of her.

Feeling the thick, creamy seed shooting into her womb was too much for Cheerilee. She tried to scream, but found she simply couldn't. A threshold had been crossed, and she was simply left writhing on the floor as his semen blasted into her, a silent, perfect orgasm rocking her body fiercely. Eagerly, she tightened her grip around Spike's neck, bringing him down to her lips as she roughly mashed their lips together.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of bliss, she came down from the post-coital high, panting wildly as Spike collapsed on top of her. "Oh... Oh my... That was... Wow..."

Gathering his mental faculties, Spike rolled off of her, gasping for much needed breath. He felt completely spent, the dragon fire within him having receded suddenly when he ejaculated inside of her. Oh no... "Ah, jeeze, I'm sorry Cheerilee! I should have asked you if it was okay, I didn't mean to just-"

"Sssh... It's okay Spike. I'm on the pill. It's okay." For a long while, the two of them just lay there in their own liquids, Cheerilee's house reeking of sex. Not to mention the unlikely pair on the floor; Spike was sure that even a thousand showers would never be able to make him truly clean again. Suddenly, a thought occurred to the satisfied teacher. "Hey, Spike, is Twilight okay with you being out all night? I wouldn't wanna get you into trouble."

"... Fuck."

Author's Note

Who would people like to see Spike add to his hoard next? Leave your requests in the comments or PM me!

Also, this is my first clop-fic. I'm aware that it isn't perfect, but I'm always looking to improve, so suggestions and critique is welcome!