Spike's Love Dagger

Standing, directly outside the library, was a battered Twilight with a disheveled mane. Her eyes looked around frantically. Scanning the living room for something. Then, her eyes stopped when they reached Spike's motionless frame. Quiet, like that of a cat, she crept towards him like he didn't already see her.

"I know this looks somewhat strange." Having a dagger and a ruby in his hands wasn't normal for the little dragon. But he'll try to talk her down from taking the small dagger away from him. Maybe he could turn it into something else, if he got it into another light source.

"But I'm sure-" His lips were halted by the hoof of Twilight. Somehow, she moved fast enough to stop him talking. And she wasn't a Rainbow Dash when it came to speed. Something happened to Twilight. She doesn't normally blast the door off it's hinges.

He smelled something strange as well. It carried the stench of dried raspberries but was also musty. Very musty. He thought it was coming from Twilight. Either she was in the Everfree forest, or was aroused. He hoped she selected to take a nice walk though the wild forest.

She lifted her hoof away and turned him around so he wasn't facing her. She sat down and he was forced down by Twilight into her embrace. He felt a warm liquid soak his back scales. Where her groin was where the liquid's coming from. He tried to get up, but Twilight forced him to sit while she became increasingly wet.

"Have I ever told you that you're so handsome, Spike?" Twilight said in her best seductive voice. It was heavy and husky, the voice. He never heard Twilight talk like that, this wasn't normal in the slightest. She let go of him and stood up, walking to the window.

"Come here, Spike." She said urgently and with a gesture of her hoof. He really didn't even want to be near the unicorn. She was acting on feelings, or something. He wasn't a psychologist. For all he knew, Discord was making him see things. Or, in his chaotic head, giving him a gift.

He used his left hand, the right still holding the Dagger, to check what stained his rear set of scales. He felt the warm liquid seeping into his scales. He brought the clawed-hand to his face. It was a clear fluid that stained his hand and back. Yeah, she's excited and probably looking for a release in him. That chance! he wasn't going to do that with his sister. She wasn't ugly or anything, but he was hoping to settle down with a nice dragoness, maybe create a couple of generations of dragons to live in Equestria, alongside the ponies.

She was growing more impatient each second he thought. Finally, a idea formed in his skull. It would hurt her feelings and leave her in this state of sexual lust, but he wouldn't lie with his sister. Not now or later. He willingly obeyed the unicorns demand and sat next to her by the window. She wrapped the hoof stationed on her left foreleg around his small shoulders.

For a small while, they just sat there. For Spike's plan to work, the Dagger would have to transform into a watch. He bathed the shorten-sword in the moon's white light. Thankfully, it transformed as soon as it was touched by the blue moon. Phase two of his master not-sleep-with-Twilight-or-anything plan launched.

Using his thumb, he opened the case and brought the watch up for him to see. It read 12:00 on the dot. "Oh, look at the time!" the dragon held up the watch for Twilight to see, but her eyes remained focus on him.

"I suppose I should get to bed, see you up stairs!" He said quickly and ran up the stars even faster. Twilight must have thought he would do such a thing, for she created a magical hand to grab him before he would get close to the room. But Spike knew in her lust she'd do anything to get with him.

A few weeks ago, he heard Anmolite was highly-resistant to unicorn magic. It was risky, relying on a rumor. But, faced with no other option, anything will do anything to get what they need. Spike raised the jewel-encrusted watch up where the hand would grab him. The stored gemstone flared up and the magical hand was halted. Giving him enough time to get up into the bedroom where he and Twilight slept.

Phase two completed. He locked the door with haste. Don't need Twilight coming up here. His master plan only ended here, "Well, you didn't give me much time to make a plan!" His brain justified the short plan's outcome. Ha, now his brain was talking. Great. The only thing that's stopping Twilight from molesting him is a thin wooden door.

He searched around the room, hoping to find anything that could help him. he wasn't about to have any fun time with Twilight. He saw what this could do to their relationship as brothers and sisters.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Twilight was beating the door with her hoof. In another second, she'd probably just blast it open. His search found nothing he could use to assist. She'll get in and he'll be in here. He began barricading the door in a desperate attempt to halt her advance. He looked around for the basket of laundry he brought up yesterday.

He found it. It was sitting beside the window. He grabbed the handles of it and ran with it to the door. "What are you doing?" His brain told him. It sounding like it was mocking him, "Get out though the window!" His brain was so smart. It found out you could get out the window. He grabbed the longest sheet he could find and started to to tie it together. The door's upper half was penetrated by Twilight's hoof. It was retracted and the eyes of herself replaced them. They looked around the room crazily.

Spike saw this and heard the sound of a spell charging, She was about to come in, despite his protests. "No time for it. Just jump. I'm sure you'll survive." His brain told him to break the glass and jump, instead of being raped by Twilight. Whelp, no other option,

He heard the door being blasted as he blasted though the window.