Night time for Spike

by Optimal

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance, Spike
Length: 13758

Spike, having entered his teen years, is growing restless being cooped up in the library all day. So when Twilight goes to bed, Spike sneaks out for some fun...

Princess Twilight Sparkle has big things on her mind. From ensuring the schools of Equestria are teaching the proper curriculum to up-and-coming young minds, to managing her responsibilities as Regent of Ponvyille, she hasn't had much time to run her library.

So who does that responsibility fall to?

Spike, the gallant, dragon-blooded teenager. Unfortunately, there are other things Spike would like to be doing with his time. Alas, Twilight Sparkle refuses to allow the Golden Oaks Library to fall into a state of disrepair, and insists that Spike take good care of it. So when Twilight falls asleep, it's time for the blooming young man to hit the town...

All characters are humanized, but Spike has some slightly reptilian features (eyes, claws, tongue). Essentially a collection of one-shots as Spike encounters random residents of Ponyville as he tours the town. Taking requests for Spike's future conquests!

Published 2013-08-14 17:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-21 21:26:53 UTC

Pieces of Music - Part 1 of 2

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!!!

Sunflowers for Spike

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!