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Chapter 7: The Confession

Spike was glad that Rarity had been given a chance to play even a small role on a TV series. If what Rarity said about the frequency of her appearance was true, then it would be a show worth watching. The problem with it was he hadn’t seen her in two weeks, and the magazine spread she had done for Playcolt had been agonizing him.

Ever since finding that magazine in Twilight’s bookshelf, Spike had made sure to keep it hidden under a loose floorboard under the bed that he was almost positive Twilight didn’t know about. Late at night, while Twilight was sound asleep, he would sneak over to retrieve the magazine and just look at the pictures of his angel, especially the one in the center that he didn’t quite understand.

At first he was just staring at them in awe, but he started to notice an unusual sensation while looking at them. His penis—whose only purpose, Spike had thought, was to go to the bathroom—would elongate to an impressive size and feel firm to the touch. The first time he felt that, he had been quite alarmed, but he hadn’t wanted to wake Twilight up because he didn’t want her to know that he was holding onto this magazine. He put the offending culprit back in its spot and, to his relief, the swelling in his penis went down until it was at its normal size.

He thought he would never look at the magazine again for fear of that unusual reaction, but he found himself even more drawn to it than before. He fished it out one night and noticed his member grow hard at the sight of Rarity doing Celestia knows what to herself. Only this time, he felt an urge to grasp onto his dick and start tugging at it for no discernable reason. He tried it, and the pleasant feeling that emanated from his crotch immediately told him that what he was doing was good. So he kept doing it.

Looking at Rarity’s prostrate frame made the urge stronger, and Spike responded by tugging at himself faster. It took some getting used to to form a good rhythm, but he found one that excited him the most and dedicated himself to it. His penis, at first simply firm, now felt incredibly hard, unable to bend in any direction.

When his loins began to clench, a feeling foreign to Spike, he wondered if this was the next step in a long, escalating process. He was both fearful of the outcome and excited to find out what came next. Well, what came next came unexpectedly to him. He...came.

He didn’t know what that word meant in that context. All he knew was that spurts of white, creamy fluid shot out of his penis and all over the pages of the magazine. After a wave of euphoria coursed through him, Spike almost cried out in fright at the sight of this fluid. It was so alien to him that he was amazed it had come out of him at all. I know dragons have to go to the bathroom, he thought, but what the heck is this?

Whatever it was, he had to clean it up, and fast. He scurried to the bathroom like a mouse and pulled down a giant wad of toilet paper. He brought it back into the bedroom and wiped up the slick cream that had begun to gather on the floor. The magazine was stained, as if water had been poured on its pages, but Spike could simply hide it under the floorboard. The floors themselves were now perfectly clean, so there was no way Twilight had to find out what happened.

He stayed away from looking at the magazine for the next couple of days, afraid he would react that way again if he looked at it. All the while, he frequently caught Twilight roaming through books in her room, flipping through their pages and sometimes shaking them to see if something would fall out. Spike finally asked her about this one day, but he got a very curt answer.

“It’s none of your business what I do with my books,” she said. She huffed and put the book she had been shaking back on its shelf.

“Well, are you looking for something in one of the books?” Spike asked. “Maybe I can help you find it.”

“No!” Twilight protested too loudly. She caught her mistake and softened her tone. “I mean, no thank you, Spike. Just worry about the books in the library. Don’t mind me. I’m probably just acting strangely again.”

“Don’t say that, Twilight, you’re not strange.” Spike went over to comfort Twilight, but she took a step back.

“You don’t have to pretend I haven’t had my moments,” she said. “I just need to learn to keep them in check, that’s all.”

Spike stopped advancing. “Okay, Twilight, whatever you say.”

“Thank you, Spike,” she said with a warm smile.

“You’re welcome.” Spike nodded and returned to the library, his suspicions still strong but his curiosity to pursue them waning.

The magazine soon proved too tempting to resist. Every night he wasn’t looking at the magazine, he was imagining the pictures in his own head. Those pictures melded into other images, particularly of him and Rarity, that confused him. He imagined her kissing him on the lips the way he had seen couples do in Ponyville. These thoughts were enough to trigger his penis to grow erect again, and the urge to pleasure himself started to overwhelm him.

He finally realized that there was no use fighting it. Getting that fluid out of his system had felt too good, and he wanted to capture that feeling again. He pulled out the magazine and opened it to the center page. It was still darkened with his stain, but it had dried over the past few days and wasn’t as sticky to the touch anymore. Spike knew that this time he would be more careful where he sprayed, now that he knew when it was coming.

In the meanwhile, Twilight found herself in the middle of a dream so palpable she believed it was real. Rarity was posing for her while she took pictures, wearing the scantiest of clothing and spreading her legs open for her. It made Twilight’s loins burn and she felt a murmur of excitement in her stomach. But just when she had decided to take away the camera and become more personally involved, she woke suddenly and heard a soft sound coming from beneath her bed.

She rose out of bed, but Spike thought that was only her turning in her sleep, but when she lifted up the sheets and probed the underside of the bed with a glowing purple horn, Spike knew he had been bagged.

“Spike!” Twilight cried, startling him badly. “What are you doing down here?”

“Twilight?” Spike said, recovering and desperately trying to hide the magazine behind him. “I thought you were asleep!”

“I was asleep, and then I started hearing noises under here and now I see you. What’s that behind your back?”

A corner of the magazine had been sticking out from behind his tail. Spike tried to shift it further behind him, but Twilight’s magic was too quick for him. She levitated the object over to her and took a careful look at it.

“That’s my magazine!” she cried without thinking. “Oh, Spike, what have you been doing with this?”

“Wait...so that is your’s!” Spike said. “What are you doing with a magazine like this?”

“A magazine like what?” Twilight cried defensively. “No no, hold on. Get out from under the bed so we can really talk about this.” Twilight grabbed Spike with her magic and dragged him out from beneath the bed. She sat down across from him and glared at him for a few moments, making him feel frightened. Her expression softened when she realized what he had been doing, and it came to her as no surprise.

“Spike, the magazine’s been stained,” she said, flipping through the pages again. “I think I know what’s been going on.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Spike said, still terrified she would find out about his problem.

“I knew you liked Rarity,” Twilight said, keeping a façade of calm but secretly hoping Spike wouldn’t discover why she had wanted to find this magazine so badly for the past few weeks. “I didn’t realize you were masturbating to her.”

“Master-wha?” Spike asked, the word totally foreign to him.

“How can I explain this delicately?” Twilight asked, searching her vast intellectual resources for an explanation that wouldn’t completely disturb him. She went for the most scientific one. “You felt compelled by the erotic pictures of Rarity to take your penis in your grasp and rub it up and down to simulate sexual intercourse.”

“Can you say that in English?” Spike asked.

“You were tugging at your member,” Twilight said, and Spike’s jaw dropped. She’d had him totally figured out. “What I never understood is why that instinct is so natural. Nopony teaches you how to masturbate, but you find out how to do it on your own. It’s just like when people have sex. It comes naturally to them. I bet you felt pretty excited while you were doing it, huh?”

Spike wished very much he could bolt out of the library, but a latent curiosity concerning why Twilight had called it her own magazine kept him seated. “I guess so,” he admitted.

“And I know you’ve loved Rarity for quite some time, amplifying those feelings even more, correct?”

“Sure,” he admitted, blushing.

“Well then I find this perfectly understandable,” Twilight said.

“But something’s still wrong,” Spike said, rocking back and forth. “When I did it...something came out.”

“Oh, that?” Twilight asked. “That’s called semen. It’s half of what creates new life. It needs to merge with the egg cell of a female during intercourse to make children. That’s perfectly normal.”

“It’s normal?” Spike asked.

“Correct,” Twilight assured him, nodding her head.

“Yeah, but there’s still something fishy going on around here,” Spike said, and now Twilight was on guard. She had a feeling he was about to figure her out, and the prospect terrified her. “You had that magazine hidden in one of your books. I found it, and ever since then you were constantly searching through your books like you were looking for something. You wanted this magazine for yourself, didn’t you?”

“Whatever makes you believe that?” Twilight asked.

“Well, maybe it’s just because she’s your friend,” Spike said, completely ignoring Twilight’s growing trepidation, “but maybe it’s kind of like what happened with Moondancer.”

“You swore to never bring that up again!” Twilight shouted.

“You liked Moondancer and you were too ashamed to admit it!” Spike cried in protest.

“We’re getting way off-topic here,” Twilight said, crossing her forelegs. “I thought we were talking about you.”

“Oh no, we’re way past that,” Spike said. “It took you weeks for you to admit to me you liked Moondancer and then even longer to admit that you had feelings for other mares. I tried to tell you it was okay but you wouldn’t listen.” Something finally clicked in Spike’s brain. Maybe it was the ferocity of Twilight’s blushing, maybe it had been stimulated by the topic of her lesbianism. But why else would she be hiding the magazine? Why else would she be so afraid to talk about herself? “I don’t believe this...”

“Believe what?” Twilight asked.

“She’s mine, okay? Mine! I liked her first!”

“What are you talking about?” Twilight asked frightfully.

“Rarity! I liked her from the moment I met her. I don’t know when you started liking her, but it’s pretty obvious that you wanted to do the same thing with that magazine that I did. Except I don’t really know how that works, or if a mare can even do that...”

Twilight was flustered. “You’re talking nonsense, Spike.”

“Am I? What was the reason to buy that magazine in the first place? You didn’t have to do that. And don’t tell me it was to ‘support your friend,’ because if I remember correctly you were pretty judgmental about it to start.”

“I already apologized about that! We all did!”

“Just admit it already!” Spike yelled. “Go on, tell me that you like her. I know how it feels, you know. Barely giving me the time of day because she’s so busy at the shop. I like to help her, but all I get are a few gems and a smile. And they call her the Element of Generosity. If she were so generous, why doesn’t she give a nice guy like me a chance? Well, at least I didn’t have any competition until now. Now things are only gonna get harder...Twilight?” Spike stopped his tirade when he saw Twilight was sobbing into her hooves.

“What’s wrong, Twilight?” he asked, immediately taking on sympathy for her. He went over to her and wrapped a claw over her shoulder. Twilight took a deep breath and cried out in frustration.

“It’s so true, Spike!” she said. “I know how you feel. It’s a little better because we’re good friends, but it hurts when she doesn’t notice how much you want to be around her, or help her in the boutique, or have lunch with her out in Ponyville. Do you know how many times I wanted to tell her I liked her but couldn’t muster up the courage? At least you told her how you felt.”

“Well, technically, she stopped me before I had a chance to,” Spike said, qualifying the statement. “But I would have.”

“Well, that makes you braver than me,” Twilight said. “You deserve her more than I do.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Spike said. “Look, I know I was angry about it at first, and honestly I’m still kinda peeved, but you’re not my enemy here. We have a lot in common about this, and instead of treating this like some sort of competition we should work together.”

“And how would we do that?” Twilight asked, sniffling. Spike patted her on the back.

“We know now that I don’t have a shot,” Spike said, “but you still do. You haven’t told her how you felt yet. That means she hasn’t had a chance to either reject you, or confess she has the same feelings in return. Yeah, it’d suck if she didn’t like you, but how great would it be if she did?”

“I...I can’t even imagine it,” Twilight said.

“Me neither. But I’d love to see that happen for you. When she gets back from filming this TV show we’ll get to work. And hey, it’ll be between us, okay? Nopony else has to know about this.”

“Shouldn’t I tell our other friends though?” Twilight asked.

“Well, Pinkie would probably be safe,” Spike reasoned, “and I think Fluttershy’s word is good. But Applejack’s a terrible liar when confronted and Dash has the tendency to blurt out things she’s not supposed to repeat. But let’s just make it easier and keep it between us. I think the fewer ponies know, the better. Agreed?”

Twilight smiled at Spike and gave him a hug. Tears were still flowing down her face but she let them fall freely. She had been carrying the weight of her crush inside her for so long that it was a relief to be able to share it with somepony else, even if that somepony was a baby dragon. Now she wouldn’t have to go it alone. She remembered now that she had an ally to help her through thick and thin, as she always had. And that made all the difference.

“So, um...” Spike wondered, “what are we gonna do about that magazine?” Twilight and Spike both looked at the magazine, which had been dropped on the floor at some point during the conversation. “Do you want to share it?”

“No!” Twilight protested, shaking her head diligently. “I think it’s best if we just throw it out. It might distract us from pursuing the real thing.”

“Good call,” Spike said, and he set the magazine on fire.

“What did you do that for?” Twilight cried.

“What? You said get rid of it. I got rid of it.”

“Spike, you just sent that magazine to Princess Celestia!”

“Shit!” Spike blurted out. Twilight glared at him.

“Don’t use that kind of language. Although here, I won’t deny its appropriateness.”

“Write a letter and tell her we made a mistake,” Spike said.

“That’s a great idea,” Twilight said. “Thanks.” Twilight bolted to her desk to write a frantic letter explaining the mishap. But before she could finish it, Spike burped out a letter from the princess.

“Do you want to read this?” he asked. Twilight wrested it from his grasp and unfurled it. For Spike’s benefit, she read it aloud.

Dear Twilight,

Spike sent me something most peculiar just now. I assume it was sent completely by mistake or as a joke. Regardless, I found it most humorous, but not in a way to demean your friend.

It was a...curious choice Rarity made to do that photo shoot, but I suppose her dreams of fame compelled her to accept the offer. Rest assured that I neither judge her for doing it nor you for purchasing a copy in support of your friend.

I won’t breathe a word to anypony about this unfortunate mishap. The magazine will be properly dealt with with full discretion.

Thank you for the good laugh. It was a rough day and I needed the boost. But, next time, do provide me fair warning before you send me any mail. Heaven forbid your next illicit postage should drop down into my lap in the middle of an important conference.

Your faithful teacher,

Celestia

P.S. I find it apt to disclose that I will be giving the magazine to Luna. She has an affinity for these types of magazines that she is ashamed to admit. Watching her fluster when she sees it should be good for another laugh. Please don’t tell her I wrote that.

“Well, I guess we’re good,” Spike said.

“Maybe,” Twilight said, “but please don’t let it happen again.”

“Believe me, I’ve learned my lesson,” said Spike. He let out a loud yawn.

“It’s time to go back to bed,” Twilight said, “and please stay in your own bed instead of hiding under mine. You gave me quite a scare.”

“It won’t happen again,” Spike said.

“Well then good night, Spike.”

“Good night, Twilight,” Spike said before curling up in his basket and dozing off. Twilight realized that the two of them might very much share similar dreams that night. She smiled, knowing she at least had a friend to confide in.