Spike looked up from the law book Twilight had sent him to hear the rustling in the bushes that interrupted his backyard reading. As the rustling stopped, he waited for a moment before going back to his lantern-lit reading before the rustling returned.

“Hello?” Spike called out, setting his book down, “Who’s there?”

The only answer he got was a small bark and a whine.

Starting to understand, Spike crouched down, holding out a claw, “Hey it’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” He said softly, He’d always had a bit of a soft spot for dogs, especially after spending a brief stint as one. Not getting a response, Spike thought for a moment before rushing into his house, quickly coming out with a bowl of kibble left over from the last time he’d dog-sat for Applejack.

“C’mon, buddy, it’s okay,” He heard the bush rustling as the animal approached, “That’s right, that’s a good puppy, I’m not gonna hurt you, I…Huh?” Spike stopped suddenly as the figure crawled warily out of the bush, carefully sniffing the food dish before barking happily and chowing down.

It wasn’t until the food dish was half empty that Spike’s mind was able to start working again to realize that there was a mare in a hospital smock eating dog-food right in front of him. By then, though, she had finished, leaped on him and started licking his face.

“Whoa, hey, cut it out,” He tried to push the mare off, laughing a bit as she licked his neck, “No, stop, heel-“

Immediately, the mare pulled back, panting with her tongue out, skittering side to side playfully.

Orienting himself as he stood, Spike looked at the happy, if very odd, mare, “Um…Good girl?”

*Bark-Bark*, The mare answered, her tail wagging as she crouched, as if ready to pounce.

Reaching out to check the mare’s hospital bracelet, Spike was surprised as a pony snout was suddenly shoved into his hand, sniffing before licking his palm. Taking a moment, Spike had an idea.

“Okay girl, sit!” The mare did so obediently, tongue hanging out before she barked happily. Holding out a claw, he commanded, “Shake!”

The bootie covered hoof was quickly in his claw, allowing him to see the bracelet

Screw Loose
If found, please contact Ponyville Memorial Hospital-Psychiatric Treatment Ward

“Okay, so, Screw Loose?” The mare barked happily, her tail wagging as she rose from her sit into a two legged beg. Chuckling, Spike turned, “Well, let’s get you back to the hospital. C’mon, girl.”

*Whine-Whine* Spike stopped after two steps. He knew he shouldn’t look, he really knew he shouldn’t look, he knew that tone, no matter the species, and he was fairly certain he knew what awaited him if he turned around and-

Dang It! Spike thought as he turned around to find himself looking into the dreaded Soulful, Puppy-Dog Eyes of the begging dog-mare. He saw the big, teary eyes, the quivering lip, and his willpower snapped like a twig.

“But, I guess it is getting a bit late,” the dragon sighed, “So I guess you can stay the night and-“

Spike was cut off as the mare jumped him, licking happily all over his face.

“HEEL!” Spike barked out right away, feeling a bit awkward at the mare being on top of him, given where that position had been landing him lately. Seeing Screw Loose whine a little at his agitated voice, Spike sighed and pet the mare, running his claws through her tangled mane, “Sorry about that, just take it easy, okay?”

The mare barked happily, following Spike into the house. Despite his efforts to get her to sleep on the couch, she seemed to always gravitate to the barely used dog bed usually reserved for Winona outside his bedroom door. Deciding not to fight things and feeling tired, Spike sighed and headed to bed.

(((((())))))

*Woof-grr-bar-bark*, or Screw Loose, as the mean keepers with the needles and light sticks called her, lay curled and contented on the comfortable bed the nice food-giver had let her use. It smelled of another bitch, but not enough to really bother her. The nice food-giver let her use it and stay in the warm home, and she was hoping to be able to stay and he would be a nice Master. It was a nice thought to have as she lay half asleep, kicking and running as she dreamt of playing with the Nice Master, with thrown sticks and the round flying sticks and walksies and-

Screw Loose shot awake as, even laying on her side, her sleep running bopped her head against the wall near her bed. Hearing some muttering from the next room, she pawed at the door, the improperly closed door opening with a creak as she found the Nice Master asleep. There was something different, though, something about him smelled a bit different.

A head peeked over the edge of Spike’s bed as he slept, Screw Loose sniffing curiously along the blankets, stopping only for a moment as Spike let out a quick snore before settling back down, rolling from his side onto his back, a tent rising in the covers as he rolled. The mare worked her head under the covers, searching out the scent that had led her there. Carefully crawling under the blankets, she worked up close to the Nice Master, finding the scent’s source at the base of the tent.

While it wasn’t something he would admit to anyone out loud, Spike tended to have a lot of adult themed dreams about his friends, be they close friends or acquaintances. Rarity was a common cast member in his dreams, but not always. With his growth in size and maturing mind, no mare he knew was completely safe in his dreams, and it had actually been a rather raunchy dream featuring Twilight that had been the tipping point in finding his own place, as well as why they couldn’t look each other in the eye for almost two weeks after the fact. No matter how understanding a friend you might be, it’s a bit of a turning point in a relationship to hear a lifelong friend moan your name in his sleep when you share a room.

At that moment Spike was in the middle of a rather pleasant dream, one featuring his crazy pink friend’s MILF boss, the full bodied baker mare licking away at his todgers like ice cream cones.

“That’s right,” He absently mumbled in his sleep, “Lick ‘em clean.”

Sniffing at the pair of meaty rods, Screw Loose heeded her master’s command, her tongue lashing out vigorously. Licking up, down and between the dragon dongs, Screw Loose felt her body heating up, positioning her body over her master’s to get easier access to the tips, which were occasionally leaking something tasty, a treat from her master.

Spike’s eyes cracked open, half asleep and lost in a fog of lust, all he needed to see was the blue rump in the darkness before jumping into action, grabbing the sky-colored flanks as his tongue lashed out and buried itself into the damp marehood.

Screw Loose arched her back, panting loudly with the occasional soft yip as her nethers were invaded, the long, thin appendage writhing around inside her as she whined, pawing at the bed around the Nice Master’s hips as she bucked her hips back against his snout, his clawed hands rubbing and scratching her flanks as he worked his magic.

Spike was vaguely aware something was off. Normally, Cup Cake was a lot more vocal (In his dreams, at least) and more forceful, although the idea of the older mare being so submissive did occur from time to time, but he also noticed something else was off. Her flank, the well-formed, bouncy flank that turned more than her fair share of heads and attracted the stares of a number of young stallions (Especially after she had taken up a morning jogging regimen in those exorcise tights) was smaller than Spike would have thought. It still had a nice jiggle, bouncing against his face as his vision was occasionally blocked by a silvery tail as it wagged, the mare cooing as he...Silver tail?

Wait a minute…

Before Spike could complete his thought, though, the room echoed with a loud howl as the mare’s essence filled his maw. Reacting on instinct, Spike’s tongue didn’t pause as it continued to squirm inside her, lapping at her fluids.

Screw Loose panted her eyes unfocused as she slumped against her master-er, mate? Master-Mate’s claws as he cleaned and prepared her, her whole body quivering against his own, letting out a small whine of disappointment as she felt his tongue pull out and away.

Spike finally pulled his muzzle back from savoring the madmare’s taste, letting her body slump completely against his own as he reflected on this. Spike didn’t hang around many other males, either in town or back in Canterot, but he’d at least spent time with Guard Stallions and overheard them talking about a lot of stuff Twilight probably would have been pretty upset about him hears at that age. One thing that currently came to mind, though, was something he’d overheard a newbie Guard say to his friend when they thought no one was listening.

“That’s what you get, dude. Like my brother says, don’t stick your dick in crazy.”

Right now, in that moment, Spike thought of that and was sure this was a bad idea. He should just get her out of the room, or lock himself in the bathroom for a cold, cold shower, he should-

*Whine-Whine*

No, Spike, don’t look, He thought to himself, shutting his eyes tight, Don’t you dare look, you stupid, stupid dra-DAMNIT!

He’d looked and found himself staring. During his thinking, Screw Loose had recovered enough to climb off of him and was now looking at him over her shoulder, head down and rump up in a submissive presentation of her desires, giving him an oddly-horny ‘Soulful Eyes’ look, wordlessly begging him for what she wanted.

…Damn you, Spike, He thought to himself as he sighed, rising to his knees as he got close to the presented pussy, feeling as solid and hard as corundum. Bending over the mare, his hot breath sending shivers up her spine, Spike rubbed his upper dick against her dampened cleft, teasing her as his tongue licked along her neck, the madmare surprising him as she turned her head, her own tongue lashing out against her own before he pressed his scaly lips against her own.

Screw’s mind was in a confused fog, she was horny, upset that the Master-Mate was teasing her, but this latest act, his muzzle against hers, his tongue invading her mouth, send shivers of desire through her body and seemed…familiar…

Her train of thought, what little of it had gained steam, was derailed as Spike pulled back, finally feeding his cock into her dripping marehood, his lower dragonhood rubbing against the outside of her lips as he buried himself into the tight quim, rubbing between her teats. Panting loudly, Screw Loose thrust her hips back, hard, burying her new favorite toy to the hilt.

“Damn,” Spike grunted at the tight het surrounding him, rising and gripping the mare’s sides as he began to thrust into the happily panting mare. Below him, the madmare yipped and moaned, the latter sounding a bit odd for her, but the strange sound just came out of her. Another howl ripped through her body as she came, her new orgasm catching Spike off guard as she became almost uncomfortable tight, his thrusts becoming erratic as, already worked up from his dreams, his dick began pumping dragon seed into the mare’s channel, the lower dick spraying her belly with the searing hot seed as the intensity of her orgasm jumped up to a new level, her eyes rolling back as, somewhere deep in her mind, it felt like something slipped into place.

Closing his eyes and relishing the feeling of the quivering cunt around his rod, Spike was surprised when the mare thrust her hips back, accidentally shoving him back as he fell onto his bed as he fell out of her quim. Feeling uncomfortably empty, her marehood dripping dragon seed, Screw Loose thrust her hips back, trying to find her Master-Mate when she stumbled over her own shaking legs, falling back in a one-in-a-googolplex chance trajectory.

*YIPE!* She mare yipped in surprise, and more than a little pain, as she fell back and impaled both of her own holes on the dragon’s spires. Shaking and breathless, Screw Loose fell back against Spike, the both of them lost in sensation.

“H-Hey, are you alright?”

Screw Loose looked up, her tongue weakly lapping against his muzzle, the pain fading as she nuzzled against the dragon. She twisted her body, working her flank against the intruding rods.

“Are you sure about this?” Spike asked, his clawed hands gently rubbing over her body

Soundlessly, she leaned her head back, nuzzling against him as she licked under the dragon’s jaw before pulling herself up into a sitting position, bringing her hips up then slamming back down with an odd moan, the pain of the anal intrusion and both dicks stuffing her feeling significantly less than before, and even less than that with the following slam, her pleasure climbing as she rode her Master-Mate.

Spike grit his teeth and gripped the bed as the mare slammed down on his hips, her already tight holes feeling as if his dick would get stuck in their snug embrace. It was an intense feelings as the mare’s hips moved faster and faster, both pony and dragon clinching their eyes shut as they felt their climaxes bear down on them like a freight train, Spike pulling himself up and pinning the mare to the bed, his thrusts replacing hers as they grew close.

Screw Loose felt her vision blur as Master-Mate’s thrusts became wild and bestial, growling as she thrust back as much as she could, Spike growling in her ear as, with a roar and hip rattling strength, he buried himself into the powder blue mare, filling her with his cum as she howled in the throes of her own orgasm, her insides gripping his dicks like they would never let go.

Panting, tired and content, Spike fell to his side, still buried in the mare and content to stay so as he drifted off to sleep.

(((((())))))

Spike clenched his eyes shut and cursed the light of day before realizing someone was in his arms. He cracked his eyes open, finding Screw Loose looking right at him.

“Good morning, dear.”

“WHA!” Spike yelled before falling off of his bed.

“Oh, are you okay, dear?”

Sitting as best he could while tangled in bedcovers, Spike pointed up at the mare, “Y-You can SPEAK?!”

*Bark!* Screw Loose covered her mouth, blushing in embarrassment, “Sorry, that kinda slipped out. Yes, I can talk.”

“So, was it all an act or something?” Spike asked, caught between confused and angry.

“No, not at all, I just,” the mare struggled to think of how to explain, “I can remember what I was like and all but I just woke up today and things seemed…clearer. I don’t quite know how to explain, but, I just feel better.”

“So…What are you going to do now?”

Screw Loose hopped off of the bed, heading for the door, “Well, I was wondering in the woods for a while and we worked up a bit of a sweat, so a shower would probably be the best way to start,” she looked back over her shoulder with a seductive smirk. “Would you care to join me?” she asked, walking out of the room with a sway in her hips.

Taking a moment to recover his thoughts, Spike quickly untangled himself and followed that flank.

(((((())))))

“So,” Spike started, the pair of them sitting in front of the fire as he ran a brush through the mare’s tangled mane, “What are you going to do now?”

“Back to the hospital, I’m afraid,” Screw Loose sighed, “I may be talking again, but I still have a way to go.”

Spike nodded, knowing just how true that was from the barking and howling she’d done in the shower, “So, can I ask how you-mph.” Spike was silenced by a hoof on his muzzle.

“It’s…a story I’m not quite ready to talk about. Maybe I’ll be able to later, but just, not now.” Feeling him nod against her hoof, she pulled back, feeling him go back to brushing her mane, “I suppose once I get back to the hospital, I’ll try and reconnect with my sister-“

“Sister?”

“Yes, she’s a local veterinarian. She was the only one who visited me in the hospital, the only family I really have left.” She looked up and smiled, “Hopefully, my stay won’t be too terribly long and I can get out and start to get things back together.”

“Well, don’t be afraid to send me a letter if you need anything, and I’ll do anything I can to help out.”

Smirking deviously, Screw Loose rubbed back against him, “Oh, I’m sure I can think of something after a while.”

(((((())))))

“We’ll just have to find her Vigilance.”

“I understand that, Doctor Stable, but-“

“Um, Doctor?”

“Not now, Nurse,” The doctor dismissed Sweetheart without looking, “No, I’m not sure you do understand, with a case of advanced Clinical Lycanthropy like her, she could pose a danger to others.”

“Uh, Boss?”

“Not now, Rookie,” Vigilance, the head security guard, waved off his new hire, “Doc, she’s a puppy, she wouldn’t hurt anypony. The most she would do is bark and chase a cat up a tree.”

“I beg your pardon, gentlemen,” A new voice cut into their conversation, causing both stallions to turn, the both of them rendered speechless, “But would you be so kind as to contact my therapist and inform her that I’ve returned, I’ll be returning to my room.”

The four hospital employees watched in mouth-gaping awe as a mare once thought of as the most hopeless case in the mental ward finished the first real words anypony present had ever heard from her and gave them a soft smile before she calmly walked down the hall, a slight sway in her hips as she hummed a happy tune.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, the weight of the situation finally struck a certain dragon.

“Did I just screw somepony into sanity?”

Author's Note

And there it is. This is non-Canon to the story, just something to appease your dirty minds.

It's also my first time writing clop, so feel free to tell me how good or horrible it is. It's also not proof-read or edited. I'm asking someone to take a look at it but, if you spot errors, i would prefer a PM to using a review just for editing purposes.

I will also say this for whatever legal reasons, intimate relationships with a mentally ill person is illegal and, in the US at least, counts as rape as they are unable to provide informed consent. This is a work of fiction and I, and surely my fellow writers, do not support actual rape. That said, Screw Loose thinks she's a dog and dogs, as well as animals in general, are much more intelligent in Equestria (And, in some cases, more evil *CoughAngelcough*), not sure how that works in, just saying.

Anyway, up next is Swashbucklist with a Zecora chapter, who should be able to get his done quicker, then Path of Cloud with a Lyra and Bon Bon chapter, and then My Gilda Chapter.

Interlude by: Blood Brandy

Edited by: N/A