The following morning found Twilight Sparkle and Spike sitting together at the kitchen table over a breakfast of hastily but masterfully prepared apple pancakes for her, opal pancakes for him. A centerpiece of sunflowers plucked right from Spike's growing garden brightened up the dull, wooden surface, and Twilight found herself pleasantly surprised by Spike's sudden interest in her work. Her magenta eyes sparkled slightly above her cute, pert nose, which flared every now and again as she took another whiff of his cooking. The Princess, having decided to forgo her crown for today, was dressed in a smart , royal purple blazer with a dark pink blouse that hugged her breasts tightly underneath, the top button undone to convey a certain air of casualness, but not enough to show any cleavage. A matching purple skirt that fit delicately around her hips and only pressed against her backside enough to leave quite a bit to the imagination completed the ensemble, everything having been designed of course by the currently out-of-town Rarity. She nodded again, listening intently to the speech Spike had been giving to her for the last five minutes.

"Look, all I'm saying is that the teachers at Ponyville High are honest, hardworking people. And with those budget cuts the old governor set in place, they're gonna be struggling to make ends meet!" He slammed a clawed fist down on the table for emphasis, narrowly avoiding his plate of half eaten pancakes. "Teachers are the pillars of our community, Twi! Where would you be without Celestia?" He paused, considering his own words. A new thought struck him, and he continued. "Where would I be without you? All people really have in this life are heroes; people to look up to, people to show them the way. And we need to keep encouraging those heroes to be the shining beacon of hope that Equestria so desperately needs! I'm not asking for much. Just... something to help them along. What do you think, Twilight?"

"You need to stop hanging out with Rarity, is what I think Mr. Drama King," She teased, thoughtfully chewing on a couple of flapjacks. "Though I have to admit, you make a pretty decent argument. The last thing we need is a lack of teachers in our schools." She swallowed, and smiled at her young friend. "Alright, Spike. You've got yourself a deal. I was gonna increase our board's finances anyways, but knowing you're behind it makes me all the more sure. I've just gotta get Luna to sign off on it, and we're good to go."

He flashed her his signature rougish grin, white teeth glinting in the morning sun. "Thanks, Twilight."

"I gotta ask though; why the sudden interest? You always seemed so... what's the word I'm looking for?" She screwed up her face in concentration and waved one hand around in circles as she thought, telekinetically feeding herself another bite of Spike's delicious cuisine. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers, pointing directly at his chest. "Disengaged."

Alright, Spike. Don't let her know what happened last night. Despite himself, he could tell that his eyes were narrowing suspiciously, and knew that he would soon be fighting a losing battle to conceal his night time activities. He'd never been a very good liar; only Apple Bloom had had a worse poker face at the game nights he used to attend with the Crusaders. "Uh... Well you see... I was just thinking, 'cause of that book I was reading, and-" He could see Twilight's lips purse as he fumbled with his words, desperately trying to think of a believable excuse. Why oh why hadn't he seen this coming? He glanced at the clock, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, jeeze, look at the time! You're supposed to be at the Mayor's office in eight seconds! I'll clean up here, you go on and committee your little heart out. We'd hate for you to be late."

Twilight raised a lavender eyebrow and sighed, but didn't pursue the subject any further. "Very well. I won't pry. I don't really get your motivation here, but it's an honest cause. And honestly, I'm just glad we could sit down and talk about something serious for a change. Not that your undying love for Rarity isn't serious or anything, but uh..." Gingerly, she stood up and wiped some pancake crumbs off of herself, smacking down her lap and giving her rear a few firm pats in order to rid herself of unwanted dirt. "See you tonight, Spike!" she called, her light pink eyes shining ominously as she did.

He nodded at her now glowing form as she began the last stages of non-visual teleportation, casually glancing at her well accented breasts. "See ya, Twi. Love you."

Her smile grew slightly broader. "Love you too!" There was a magenta flash as she finally disappeared into mid air, leaving a few latent sparks fluttering around before they too faded from existence.

Nodding to himself, Spike looked warmly at the sunflowers on the table. "Mission accomplished, Cheerilee." He looked up and over at the kitchen window that had nearly foiled his escape from the library last night, narrowing his eyes once more. "Alright you noisy bitch, time to get oiled up." Pausing for a moment, Spike frowned. "... That... came out wrong."

The moon hung high in the night air, and Spike found himself gazing appreciatively at it. Up until last night, he hadn't ever even entertained the thought of going out after sunset in to just hit the town. Sure, he'd heard stories from the Crusaders about some raucous parties, and they sounded like enough fun, but... he was the local librarian. He could count the number of people that were his age he could consider himself friends with on one hand. And so, many of his nights were spent listening with detached interest to Twilight's stories of how fascinating the new legislature was and counting down the hours until he had to open the library again.

And then last night happened, and it had awoken something primal deep inside of Spike. The fire that had lit inside of his heart when he made love to Cheerilee had receded when the two had finished their copulation, but it hadn't quite disappeared, something that had him slightly worried. He was always aware of his inner flame, but he’d never been able to feel it without consciously accessing it before. Now it seemed to flare up unbidden and without warning at the most inopportune moments.

He could feel it all day while he worked, a tender warmth in his heart gently gnawing at him and forcing his mind to wander towards increasingly lewd thoughts. Many times he had to force himself to stop openly staring a library's patrons bodies, and once or twice he even had to hide an awkward erection from a couple more select ladies. Roseluck never used to be that hot, did she? When did that happen? He just shrugged and kept moving.

Spike turned a corner as he plodded along, completely lost in thought. Then again, I did just lose my virginity last night, and I had the entire day in a quiet library with only my thoughts to keep me company. Well, and the occasional reader, he reasoned quietly to himself. It's probably normal for me to be all... I dunno, sex obsessed, I guess, for a day or two and then I'll likely get over it. Nothing to worry about.His steel toed boots kicked at a pebble unfortunate enough to be placed in his path, and it skittered off down the reasonably busy street, winding its way under the feet of some guys he recognized from the hardware store. He briefly considered calling out to them, but decided against it. They were more than twice his age, and besides, they were probably off to the bar to have a few beers after work.

It was Saturday night, and the citizens of Ponyville were celebrating in typical Ponyville fashion; partying all night long. Twilight, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie were all at Pinkie Pie's for a slumber party tonight, despite them have long since passed the age where having a slumber party with your friends was considered a normal thing to do. Though, considering these were the women that wielded the single most powerful magical tools in existence, "normal" didn't really apply to them. Rarity could not join her friends, unfortunately, as she was still in Canterlot showcasing her new line of fashion and meeting with Princess Luna to get dress measurements.

On the bright side, however, Spike had the entire treehouse to himself tonight. Which naturally meant he'd be spending as little time inside of it as possible. After all, why would he spend the evening reading when he could be out... out... Out doing what? he mused. It's not like I'm gonna get another of... well... whatever in Celestia's sweet sun last night was. He grinned as he passed by the In Heat again, noting vindictively that the line was slightly shorter than it had been last night. Guess Cheerilee really was the star of the show...

He continued onwards, still silently worrying over his newly developed fixation with sex. The prospect of turning out like Snips and Snails was a very real, very disturbing possibility. They were nice guys, and Spike still spent time with them once in a while, but they were generally regarded as the class perverts from what he heard from the Crusaders. How had Scootaloo described it? "They're the creepiest little freaks I've ever met. And I've been to downtown Las Pegasus."

Chuckling slightly at the memory, he turned a corner and licked his lips, his forked, reptilian tongue snaking out briefly to taste the air, before retreating back into his mouth once again. There was a time when he was younger that he would've had the flexible appendage flitting in and out of his mouth all of the time, eager to take in as much information about his surroundings as possible. But a lifetime of weird looks had taught him to keep his more... exotic features to himself, for the most part. Still though, it didn't hurt to take stock of what was around you every once in a while, and Spike found himself grinding to a halt as his tongue began to sweep out again despite himself, a look of confusion on his face.

What the hell is that? He asked himself, raising his head slightly into the air and inhaling deeply, a strange warmth growing in his chest. The air was tainted by the thick, slightly skunk-y smell of weed, the bitter saltiness of sweat, and... something else. Something slightly more primal, something that caused the warmth growing in his heart to evolve into a full on heat, suddenly snapping his eyes wide open with realization. He knew that aroma. It was the same, slightly fishy fragrance that had dominated his dreams last night, filling his mind with images of Cheerilee and the fervent pounding of flesh against flesh. He sniffed again, chest barreling outwards as he took more of the intoxicating aroma in, a strangely dopey smile growing across his face.

WANT.

"Ungh..." Spike moaned, placing a hand on his head and stumbling backwards slightly. "What...?" he murmured, blinking dumbly. For a moment, it felt as if he had just stood up too quickly, all of the blood rushing out of his head and knocking him off balance. He shook his head and put a hand out to steady himself against the brick wall next to him. "Wha...?" He repeated, vision slightly hazy and neurons firing on overdrive. He could feel every bump and imperfection in the wall next to him, every subtle strand of fabric in his flannel shirt, but most of all, he could feel his raging erection straining valiantly against the zipper of his jeans, eager for release into the night.

What's happening to me? he wondered groggily, panting slightly in the moonlight. He unconsciously took another deep breath, and found himself strangely entranced by a single, all consuming goal. A small voice in his head, one with an attractive, refined accent, gently soothed the panicking dragon blood, hushing his worries and whispering to him softly in the stillness of the night. Follow the smell, Spike, it urged, gently prompting his legs to begin moving again. Just follow the smell...

The corner of his mouth turned downwards, and his eye twitched in dry annoyance. "Cool, I've got a talking blood-hound living in my head..." he muttered, feeling strangely warm. He pulled at the collar of his shirt, and took a look around himself to make sure nobody saw him having a nervous breakdown on the side of the road. Satisfied that he was relatively alone, he simply shrugged and started walking again. "As long as I've got nothing better to do tonight... why the hell not."

It didn't take him long to find the source of his quest; as a matter of fact, fifteen minutes later and few impromptu shortcuts through some alley ways, and he was standing in a back alley behind what he assumed was one of the only local clubs, The Beat. Even from outside he could hear the music throbbing within, though slightly muted through the thick walls and the heavy steel doors of the nearby back entrance. Another quick taste of the air confirmed that this was what he'd been looking for. But... now what? It's not like he could just waltz up front, flash the bouncer a quick and disarming grin, and then step inside the club for a night of sweaty, sticky fun.

Besides, clubs weren't really his style. All those people bumping obnoxiously into you, that loud, pounding music destroying your eardrums, the vacant look of all of those drug abusers... no thanks. I should just leave, he reasoned, still standing the the alleyway, not moving an inch. Ya, that's probably the best idea. Just walk away. There's nothing for me here. Just... walk away. A slight breeze that had somehow managed to breach the surrounding buildings swept over him, gently rustling his spiky cowlick and playing across the exposed skin of his forearms and face. For minutes he stood there, trying to summon the willpower to go elsewhere. Then again... The back is pretty unguarded... I'll bet I could sneak in...

Immediately he rejected the idea, shaking his head. It may be easy, it may be tempting, but that didn't mean it was the right thing to do. As a matter of fact, he was pretty sure that it was the wrong thing to do. And if he was ever caught doing anything wrong... Spike cringed as he imagined Twilight's reaction.

"Oh, Spike, how could you betray me like this!? I trusted you to watch the library, and you sneak out and break into a club!? I thought I could count on you, but clearly, it was too much responsibility for you to handle! No, no, it's partly my fault... I should have known you weren't ready for this..." To be fair, Spike was pretty sure Twilight wouldn't be quite so passive aggressive, but her imaginary words still stung. He was raised better than this. He was raised to be a noble, upstanding man with an unbendable will of steel. He'd do something else with his time.

Or at least he would have, if the Cutie Mark Crusaders hadn't shown up. There, silhoutted at the entrance to the alleyway, stood Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. While their features were indistinguishable in this light, he'd recognize the shapes of their bodies and hairstyles anywhere. Though from the sounds of things, the girls had yet to lay eyes on him in the darkness.

"Are y'all sure ya saw Spike headed down here?" Came the drawl of Apple Bloom, her hands placed firmly on her rather wide hips. While Apple Bloom hadn't quite inherited the same childbearing hips and meaty thighs of her older sister, the redhead's curves were nothing to sneeze at. With full, supple breasts and long, powerful legs, she was the fantasy farmers daughter of many of Ponyville's teenagers dreams.

"Kinda sure," Scootaloo shrugged, her slender shoulders rising and falling as she strained her beautiful purple eyes to catch sight of him in the dark. The girl's hard training with Rainbow Dash had turned her body into a machine, with powerful, if small, muscles covering her body. Her toned arms would have been easily visible had Spike been standing closer to them. "I mean, how many other guys with spikey green hair are there in town?"

"Not many," Sweetie Belle responded, her clear voice sending shivers down the dragon bloods spine. Sweetie Belle's very large, very perky breasts were second only to her sisters, but her innocent eyes and playful nature had Spike somewhat smitten with Sweetie as well. It wasn't quite the same burning passion, but if she asked him out on a date, the librarian wasn't really sure he'd be able to say no. "Though it might've been Artorias. It wasn't blue hair?"

Dammit... I can't let them see me out here... If Twilight catches wind... Spike took a few steps farther back into the darkness, crouching down in order to better conceal himself. Quietly, he stole deeper into the alleyway, nearing the cold, black, back door of the club.

"No, I'm almost positive it was green..." Scootaloo took a few tentative steps forwards and shoved her thumbs into the pockets of her cargo shorts, lowering the waist line of the garment accidentally and exposing the tops of her bright pink panties. "Though I guess it might not have been him. C'mon girls, let's go."

"Aww, whatsa matter, Scootaloo?" Sweetie Belle taunted, turning to face her purple haired friend. "Don't you wanna take a walk down the dark, scary alleyway? What if it was Spike! This could be fun!"

"What!? No! I'm not scared! Besides, it's an alley, Sweetie Belle. Not exactly the most happening spot in town. I-" She suddenly realized that her friend was taunting her, and frowned. "Oh, ha ha. Very funny," the purple haired girl deadpanned, folding her arms over her almost non existent breasts. "I haven't heard this one before."

"Heard what one, Scootaloo?" Apple Bloom questioned sweetly. All while they were talking, Spike had been retreating steadily backwards, looking for an alternate route out. In the dark of the night, he hadn't noticed that the alley he'd walked down was actually a plaza, a perfectly square area that led into the club, and that was about it. He'd have to just hope they left and didn't investigate any further. "Sweetie Belle was only askin' if you were-"

"Don't you fucking do it." She growled, stamping her foot on the ground.

On either side of her, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle leaned inwards, placing their lips on either one of the athlete's ears. "Chicken..." They whispered simultaneously.

"Holy shit, fine. Watch, I'll go down the stupid alleyway. I'm not really sure why, considering I never even once hinted that I was afraid of the stupid thing, but WHAT THE FUCK EVER!!!" The fuming teenage girl stomped down the concrete path, cries of mirth driving her forwards as her friends teased her.

Shit! Spike began to panic. As Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle laughed to themselves on the sidewalk, Scootaloo was getting closer and closer to his hiding place next to the club. If she got too close, if her eyes even adjusted to the dark... Well, being caught crouching in a darkened alleyway may be regarded as kind of suspicious to some people. He had only one option if he wanted to escape undetected. Sorry, Twilight... As quietly as he could given he was wearing steel toed boots, Spike loped over to the door and quickly opened it a crack, slid inside, and closed it quickly.

The effect in the alley was noticable, however. For the brief moment the door was open, light flooded outwards and loud, electronic music blared, causing Scootaloo to scream shrilly and jump three feet into the air, her light wings extending involuntarily. "AIIIEEEEE!!!" She screeched, leaping backwards and falling onto her rump, motes of orange hard-light colliding painfully with the concrete. "Ooooowww..."

At this, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle began laughing even harder, though they joined their fallen comrade and helped her up. "Are you alright, Scoots?" The farmer asked, lifting her lighter friend to her feet and wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. "You... oh Celestia... you aren't gonna need flyin' lessons from Rainbow if ya keep jumpin' around like that..."

"I-it was Spike! I swear!" Scootaloo stammered, retracting her wings and blushing deeply. "At least, I think it was! He went into that door!"

Bloom sighed and shook her head. "Scootaloo, y'all were just seein' things. Why would Spike be out here in the middle of the night, anyways? Ah'm sure that someone as important as him would have better things ta do on a Saturday night than sneak into clubs. Heck, Ah'll bet he's at the library right now doin' some kinda official business or somethin'."

"Oh, there's an idea!" Sweetie squeaked, smiling broadly. Though her eyes were innocent, her face possessed the same deadly beauty of her sister, ensuring the teenagers status as one of the most attractive women in all of Ponyville. "Why don't we go visit Spike at the library? I haven't seen him since Rarity went away!"

"Funny that," the youngest Apple replied dryly, shaking her head slightly. "Ah swear, that boy is so head over heels, he wouldn't see another woman even if she was buck naked in front of 'im."

Scootaloo chuckled and nodded as the three girls left the darkness of the alleyway behind, returning to the artificial lights of the street lamps. "Then again, he's sort of living every guy's dream, huh? He lives with Twilight, a princess, spends time with Rainbow Dash and a whole bunch of other beautiful women on an almost daily basis because of that... Man, what I wouldn't give to be in his shoes..." The other crusaders shot her a slightly concerned glance, and Scootaloo's dreamy expression quickly dissolved into a nervous smile. "I-I mean about spending time with Rainbow Dash part! Her time's at a premium!" There was another awkward pause, and the purple haired girl huffed slightly, looking down at the sidewalk. "I'm not a lesbian..."

"Sure ya aren't, Scoots. Now c'mon. We better hustle on down to the treehouse if we wanna catch Spike before he goes to bed." Two nods of agreement later, and the girls were off down the road, oblivious to the dragon blooded boy that had stepped into a hormone fueled minefield.

The club was alive with sweaty, twisting bodies as people grinded and bumped up against one another, the smells of alcohol and pure feminine need all too fresh on his tongue. Spike never thought he'd be upset about the ratio of women to men in Ponyville, but right now, it seemed as if everyone in this accursed place was ripe with female lusciousness. Breasts spilled sloppily out of slutty dresses, asses shook and wiggled in time to the all consuming throb of the music, and eyelashes batted his way on more than one occasion, shaking his resolve and tempting him into claiming the girls here on more than one occasion. What... is happening... to me...

"Hey cutie," a new voice spoke, instantly drawing Spike's attention. A woman with curly, orange hair, healthy tanned skin, and magnificent breasts that stood firm and proud was curling a finger at him seductively and licking her red painted lips. "Wanna dance? I can go reeeeeeaal low..."

WANT.

"Unf... Dance... I..." He shook his head violently in a vain attempt to clear it. "Sorry ma'am, I... I have to go. There's uh... bathroom..."

"Now don't be like that, sweetie," she cooed, pressing up against his chest and smiling widely as she mashed her pelvis up against his now raging erection. "Why don't I buy you a drink, we get to know each other a little better, hmm? Maybe tell me what you like for breakfast?" Her high heels inclined slightly as she rose up to her tip toes, her slightly open mouth exhaling her slightly alcoholic breath directly into his face. Spike was about to protest, when her tongue suddenly extended and she licked all up his face, starting at his lips and ending at the tip of his nose. That was the final straw. His hands moved of their own accord, snaking behind her and taking to rough handfuls of her ass, arms flexing so as to lift her up slightly. The woman squealed in delight, and the two were now at eye level. "Oooh, looking to skip the small talk, big boy? C'mon this way, I know somewhere a bit more private."

Spike nodded, eyes glowing slightly in the brief moments that the strobe lights didn't shine down upon him. "Show me," he growled, the inside of his mouth also glowing a slight, flickering green colour as his flames intensified.

"A dragon blood?" She exclaimed, orange eyebrows rising mischievously. "My oh my, I sure do know how to pick 'em. Right this way, stud..." She grabbed his hand and began slipping through the crowd, his eyes glued firmly to her ass as she stepped forwards, wide hips rocking to and fro.

Oh my sweet, sweet Celestia... Could there be a more perfect butt? She's gotta do squats, or something. A vision of the perfectly toned cheeks in question sliding up and down his thick, throbbing erection as she rode him suddenly flashed through his head, and he grinned. Ya, I'm gonna go with "or something".

"Hang on, sweetie!" The mysterious woman called back to him above the roar of the pounding music and the screaming crowd. "We're just gonna make a quick pit stop at the bar! There's a special cocktail that I know you'll really love!" She continued pulling him along to parts unknown, though her last comment had sent a streak of light panic flowing through him.

He'd never even had a sip of alcohol before, and he'd always been nervous to try it. Partly because liver disease was number eight on his top ten all time list of fears, but also partly because he was worried the alcohol would react violently to his system. Considering it was a very flammable substance, and Spike was essentially a walking lighter, the very real concern that he'd explode upon ingestion was the cause of many a nightmare.

"I uh..." He began, but the noise of the club swallowed up his unsteady words, forcing him to clear his throat and try again. "I don't drink!" He shouted, earning a slightly disapointed look from his guide. Her Cutie Mark wasn't anywhere visible on the plentiful array of exposed skin she was sporting, so he could only guess where on her body it had shown up, or even what it could be. Her orange curls were very slightly familiar to him, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. "Sorry!" He added as an afterthought, shrugging weakly.

"Tonight's as good a night as any to start, babe!" The pair had reached the bar, and Orange Hair leaned over the counter, her breasts lazily flattening against it's polished, black surface. "But if you're sure, Mister Dragon... Hey! Bartender! Gimme a shot of vermouth and a glass of water!" She reached into her handbag and pulled out three golden bits before sliding them across the counter. Within a few moments the drinks came, and the woman suddenly whirled around and wrapped her arms around Spike's neck, pulling him into a deep, sensual kiss.

Their tongues danced together for a moment, before Spike's partner suddenly spun the two of them around, slamming his back forcefully into the bar. Not expecting this move, his breath was suddenly knocked out of him, and the alluring woman dove in for another kiss, not allowing her prey to recover in the slightest.

Spike felt her arms moving up and down his back, sensually, and his head began growing light again. In part it was due to the lack of oxygen, but it was also thanks to his inner flame building up once again, desperately seeking some form of carnal release. The stranger moaned into Spike's mouth ferociously, lashing her moist appendage against his own. He could feel its flat surface run gingerly along the sharp ridges of his fangs, teasing and testing him. After what seemed like an eternity, they separated, his partner wearing a very satisfied look on her face. "That tongue of yours sure is flexible, Mister Dragon. Think you can put it to good use?"

Quick, say something sexy! "Uh... Yes?" Eugh, note to self: read more romance novels...

She giggled, and reached around him, grabbing her shot. "You're cute!" She downed the amber liquid and put the glass back on the counter, before grabbing Spike his water and handing it to him. "What's your name!?"

"It's Spike!" He shouted back, thankful for the refreshment. He was hot; really hot. This water was exactly what he'd need to cool himself down. He brought the glass up to his lips, vaguely aware of the woman's eyes following it every step of the way. Just before he took a sip, however, a hand reached out and grabbed his arm, forcing the water away from him. "Wha...?

"Well, Mister Spike," A new voice stated, clearly feminine and sharing the same, upper class Canterlot quality that Rarity's had. More so, in fact, since hers was clearly natural and not quite so forcibly acquired, as the seamstresses was. "I would suggest you do not drink that, considering your... friend, slipped two little pills into it while you weren't looking."

"What!?" He exclaimed, eyeing the still full glass and pulling out of this new strangers grasp. He looked up into the eyes of the woman with orange hair, who had on an expression that straddled the line between disappointment and rage. "You tried to drug me?"

She turned towards the mysterious newcomer, taking in her long, elegant black dress, midnight black hair, and penetrating purple eyes. She was certainly beautiful, and though her curves were slight, the generous swell of her ass was visible even from her front, though only slightly. And somehow, that just made the would-be rapist even angrier. "Who the fuck do you think you are!?"

"I," the refined woman responded, "am Octavia Melody, the current co-proprietor of this fine establishment. And unless you wish to be forcibly removed from the premises and arrested, I demand that you hand over your supply of whatever it is you have and leave immediately." Her voice was straight and even, though she spoke with an air of undeniable dominance. Even in the short time Spike knew her, he got the distinct impression that she was not somebody to be taken lightly.

"Do you have any idea how expensive these pills are!?" She spat, fists clenched into shaking balls of rage. "You can go fuck yourself, lady!"

Octavia sighed, her tender, pink lips forming a perfect "O" shape. "Very well. Oh, Snowflake, dear!" She called out. A huge, hulk of a man suddenly appeared at her side, and Spike jumped. He had all but materialized out of the crowd, and, though he knew the man from Rainbow Dash's Wonderbolt training, he was still quite the imposing figure. "Please take this rather woefully dressed young lady into the holding room and call the police. I left the back door open tonight, so please ask them to use it so as not to disturb any of our patrons."

"Yeah," Snowflake responded dumbly, grabbing Orange Hair by the arm before melting back into the crowd with the loud, cursing woman in tow.

"Wow." Spike stated simply, turning to Octavia and holding a clawed hand out. "Thank you, ma'am. That... could have been very bad."

"Yes, it could have, couldn't it?" She responded almost coldly, but then she broke out into a smile. "I suppose you owe me a favour now, hmm?" With that she reached out and shook Spike's hand, eyeing his claws and rough skin with great interest. "A dragon blood..." She murmered, so quietly that Spike wasn't even really sure he'd heard anything at all.

"Uh... Ya I suppose I do, though I gotta admit, my skill set is woefully limited. Unless you need some books sorted, or your schedule managed, or something." Way to make yourself sound like a glorified secretary, Spike... Perhaps it was his youthful innocence contrasted by the fact that Spike's penis had remained obviously hard in his pants ever since he'd laid eyes on the woman from earlier, but Octavia merely laughed and scooted in closer to him, taking up the bar seat he'd been idling next to for the past few minutes.

"Oh, I'm sure there's something else you can do for me..." She said in a low, sultry voice. The glowing beams from whatever light show the club had going on occasionally shone over Octavia's face, lending her eyes a mischievous glint and throwing half of her face into shadows, making her look almost nefarious. "Tell me something, Spike," she said, subtly eyeing his erection, "would I be correct in assuming that you do not usually frequent clubs such as this?"

He laughed and shifted somewhat uncomfortably. "Ya... That obvious huh? I'm kind of out of my element here..."

"I like plaid shirts and jeans as much as the next lady, dear, do not misunderstand me, but you don't seem particularly dressed for the part." She smiled gently at him and waved the bartender back over. "Tumbler, fetch Spike a new glass of water please, and I'll take a martini. Better make it strong, Vinyl's getting her birthday present tonight."

"Vinyl?" Spike queried, cocking his head. "Friend of yours?"

Octavia laughed and reached out for her freshly prepared martini, taking a delicate sip. "I suppose that's one way of putting it. Vinyl and I have been dating for three years now, though I suppose you'd probably know her better as DJ Pon-3. We own The Beat together, and co-manage it whenever we get the chance." She took another, longer sip of her martini, draining nearly half of it.

"Dating, huh?" He repeated, casting his eyes up and down her slender form. She was certainly a prize, and though she looked to be in her late twenties, her beauty was undiminished. It was no wonder she was dating such a famous celebrity, anyone would have been lucky to have her. "How're things between you two?"

Octavia's eyes flashed, and her mouth stretched into a coy smile. "They're fine, but they're going to be much better after tonight, my dear little dragon blood." A blush erupted across Spike's cheeks at the older lady's wanting tone, and she placed a hand on one of his small, but still present, pectorals, laughing airily. "My, listen to me! Flirting like I'm back in high school!"

"F-flirting?" Spike repeated in an almost worried tone.

"Mmm..." Her hand drew farther up his body, until it reached his shoulder. She chuckled sensuously before applying delicate but forceful pressure, manipulating Spike into taking a seat on the unoccupied bar stool behind him. "Spike... forgive me for being quite so bold, but I think I'll be calling in that favour you owe me. You see, my young dragon blood, I have something of a confession to make. A lady such as myself has certain... needs. Needs that cannot be fulfilled by the touch of a woman."

Her hand began sliding back down his body, tenderly caressing his chest before moving down to the hard muscles of his abdomen, poking and prodding at his well defined muscles from above the orange shirt Applejack had gifted to him. "Furthermore, my darling Vinyl has always wished to have carnal relations with a third party, and today happens to be her birthday. It seems perfect, no?" The hand continued to dip down his body, eventually coming to a rest on his lap, gently squeezing the bulge of his erection through his jeans. "Unfortunately, my tastes are rather... specific."

"Miss Melody, I-"

"You shall have your turn to speak in due time, Spike. Until then, I will request silence. Am I clear?" Her gentle, matronly smile took some of the edge out of her stern tone, but her display of dominance still cowed the dragon blood. His natural draconic pride flared angrily at her words, his eyes flashing with concealed rage, but Octavia's gentle caress on his most sensitive of organs quelled any of his protests. Despite being born of Earth descent, she certainly had quite the magic touch.

"Ya, right... Sorry," He replied, seemingly lost in a trance of pleasure.

"Apology accepted. Now then, as I was saying, over time, I have grown... accustomed to regular men. I am not ashamed, or embarrassed, to admit that I am the dominant personality in the bedroom."

Ya don't say...

"But men... they are so easy to tame. But a dragon..." She squeezed his throbbing hard on with enhanced fervor as she spoke, clearly becoming passionate about the subject matter. "I have read about your prideful natures... the way you can be tempted to... lose control..." She was licking her lips freely now, and breathing heavily as she watched Spike's face contort in pleasure. "With your consent, or perhaps without it, I would like the opportunity to... bend you to my whims, as it were, for the night. What say you?"

"I... I..." The flashing lights, the throbbing music, the crowds of people bumping and grinding into one another, the intense sensations rushing through Spike's groin, it was quickly becoming too much for the young librarian. He needed some kind of release, after all of the teasing and sensations of the night, he needed the warm, tender touch of a lover. And yet...

Just earlier tonight he was admonishing himself for giving in to his baser instincts, berating himself for acting like just another pervy teenager. Could he really just... throw all of that out the window for a night of carnal pleasure? Was he really no better than Snips and Snails, hungrily eyeing up every woman who walked his way? "Octavia... I'm not sure if-"

"Mind if I cut in?" Spike was cut off by the sudden appearance of a new weight on his lap, followed by an eyeful of a pale, sweaty, exposed chest. Octavia's hand was suddenly mashed between this newcomer's moist crotch and Spike's erect penis, thin layers of clothing the only thing separating the hand from the two sets of genitals. The librarian's eyes slowly rolled upwards as he gazed up in the face Vinyl Scratch, who had taken a seat directly into his lap and was looking down at him with a half lidded gaze. Strands of her lustrous blue hair clung to her sweaty, youthful face, and she panted delicatey, breathing all over Spike, indicating she had been dancing wildly not too long ago. Beautiful, if mischievous, red eyes glared down at him, and she slowly ground her pelvis against his lap, forcing Octavia to continue feeling the two women's new thrall. "What's your name, kid?"

Her lazy, relaxed smile was strangely hypnotizing, and Spike was somewhat surprised he didn't feel the urge to lower his sights onto the DJ's small breasts, which where practically shoved into his face as the woman ground up against him, gasping in pleasure as one of Octavia's knuckles grazed her sensitive clitoris through her pale blue booty shorts. "Spike," he stated simply, lifting his own hands to carress the her exposed sides. A v-neck, cut just below her breasts, was the only article of clothing on her upper body, and her skin was slick with sweat. Disgusting in any other scenario, but curiously arousing in this one.

"Well Spike," she purred, placing her arms around his neck before looking over her shoulder at Octavia. "Judging from the fact that 'Tavi's hand was pretty much shaft deep into your pants, I take it she likes the looks of you." Her breath smelled heavily of booze, though the grace with which she was able to contort her body made the dragon blood question whether or not she was actually drunk. "I like the looks of you, too. When I told her to pick out her favourite tonight, I never expected her to land one of you fire breathers... But damn, am I up for new experiences."

She kissed him suddenly, her warm, slimy tongue slipping past his lips as she explored his mouth. Octavia, sensing her touch was no longer needed in order to convince Spike to join them for a night a lust fueled passion, and withdrew her hand, noting with pleasure that the back of it was damp from Vinyl's generously leaking arousal. The cellist reached out and picked up her martini, before downing it and popping an olive into her mouth. If she knew Vinyl, the poor kid would likely pass out from a lack of oxygen before either one came up for air; they might be a while.

Their lips mashed together, Vinyl's head twisting to the side as she attempted to express her carnal intent as passionately as possible. Her arms contracted around Spike's neck until she was gripping the back of head tightly, slender fingers dancing through stiff locks of his pointy, longish hair. Her hips thrust forward of their own accord in response to the stimulation of their mouths intertwining, and the DJ redoubled her efforts.

Her eyes, previously closed, widened as she felt the long, forked, serpentine tongue of her young lover wrapping around her own broader, shorter tongue, completely enrapturing the woman as he truly connected the two of them. As quickly as it came, however, the pink appendage fled back into his mouth as he surfaced from the kiss briefly, showering her face and neck with small butterfly pecks as he recovered from impromptu bout of welcome suffocation.

"Vinyl," He breathed, making his way down her neck, licking the sweat off of her collar before switching back into kisses. Slowly, he smooched down the top of her exposed chest, grinding his own hips as he did so, making sure that she felt his erection through the thin fabric of her shorts. The neckline of her v-neck was becoming absolutely ravaged as his fangs accidentally delved into the material now and again as he tenderly worshiped the blue haired goddess sitting atop him. She gasped in shocked, pleasurable anticipation as Spike's claws, firmly planted on her toned ass cheeks, poked into her. He was hot, so hot... for as many sexual experiences as she'd had, this was getting very intense, very quickly. Almost... primal... "Vinyl... Is there somewhere we can go? Somewhere more... private?"

"Y-yes," She stuttered, still playing with his hair. "There's a VIP lounge upstairs... It should be empty tonight..."

"Perfect..." With grace that surprised even him, Spike stood while still lifting Vinyl into the air by her fleshy bottom, his muscles not even feeling the strain of her weight as he shifted her slightly so he could get a look at is other conquest. Or... if she had it his way... was he the conquest...? "Miss Melody," he began, setting the panting, weak legged woman onto the ground, "My apologies for leaving you alone in the cold, as it were."

Her face was rather flushed, and she stood quickly off of her stool, wrapping one arm around Vinyl's waist, and the other around Spike's. "On the contrary, my dear, I'm quite glad that my pets are getting along so well." She smiled that same, dark grin that he'd seen earlier, and drew both of them in a little closer. "I have done some research you know, Spike. I am aware of the struggle you must be feeling right now; the urge to take what you want, when you want... the urge to expand your hoard..."

Her hand began descending, falling past Spike's belt before reaching the seat of his jeans. Octavia's black painted nails contracted suddenly, roughly grabbing a handful of his well formed cheek. "But allow me to make something abundantly clear... though you may be a ferocious, prideful, fire breathing dragon... tonight... tonight, you belong to Vinyl and I. You exist to pleasure us. But do not think me a cruel mistress; I take good care of all of my toys."

"... Toys...?" He repeated, cocking his head as he beheld what he was beginning to understand was a vaguely sadistic woman. "Listen, Octavia, I'm fine if we go into this as partners, but... I dunno if I can just... I dunno, submit like that to somebody I don't know..."

Octavia just smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that... Come along you two," she said suddenly, ushering the two back across the dance floor towards and elevator door guarded by two bouncers on the other side of the club. "We've tarried here long enough."

"Celestia, finally," Vinyl moaned, biting her lip. "I was beginning to wonder if we'd just stand down here bantering all night."

The three weaved through the crowd of sweaty, likely high, club goers and laughed. "That wasn't exactly banter, my dear, but I do apologize for keeping you waiting."

The group arrived at the sliding steel doors, and one of the bouncers nodded at them as they passed, instantly recognizing Vinyl and Octavia. He turned and swiped his key-card through a slot, instantly unlocking the elevator. Silently, it slid open, inviting Spike and the girls to get inside. The cab was as dimly lit as the club it occupied, and the young man found himself wondering if that was an intentional choice. The darkness of the enclosed space seemed almost opressive, forcing whomever it was you shared the elevator with into close quarters with you, superimposing a certain level of trust. Perfect for someone like Octavia... he mused as Vinyl pressed her finger against the neon number three that glowed in the half light. For a moment, the only noise was the roaring music blaring from the speakers not too far from them, before the doors slid shut.

Author's Note

Because I suck majorly, and I'm still working on the actual sex because things happened and reasons and I'm lazy and whatever, I'll be posting the rest later. Won't say when, because I suck at keeping my deadlines.

Just go for it!!!

Also, would anyone be interested in a Viewtiful Spike and Sexy Sweetie Belle fic? I've recently started playing Viewtiful Joe again, and I'm overwhelmed with the fabulosity. As always though, point out any flaws you see, whether it's spelling or awkward phrasing, or if I just plain suck. And feel free to berate me for being such a slow writer. Until next time, so long!!!