A Special Birthday Present for Three (Path_Of_Cloud)

Spike found himself wandering the streets of Ponyville. Thoughts swirled inside his head both his next and past actions. The line between right and wrong was a distorted blur, and he was no longer sure if he had crossed it. Trying to save his own skin seemed the natural choice, of course, but he was starting to think it would be better to just let things play out. His plan to protect himself from a cold, dark, moon filled millenia was taking him further and further down a path he did not want to be on.

When he had finally tried to move on from Rarity, as impossible as that always seemed to be, he was at least trying to have something meaningful with those other mares. Things had not worked out, for whatever reason, but at least he had given it his all to find that special somepony. Now? Now he was simply sleeping with mares for the benefits, his feelings playing no role in their consummation beyond lust and self-preservation. If it meant something more than just sex with an accidental “dragon playboy,” to any of them, then he was just toying with their feelings. The last thing he wanted was to be be the source of somepony's heartache, he knew what that was like.

He hated that. How could he even pretend he was better than Blueblood, if that was the case? The girls, especially Rarity and Twilight, would be disgusted with him! Funny that Rarity should be singled out with Twilight in his thoughts.

Everywhere Spike turned it seemed like memories of Rarity haunted him. In his mind, every mare he got close to was instantly compared with her. Sometimes he wondered, would he ever be over her? Was there a mare out there that could snuff out the flame he had held for her for so long? That’s what he had been searching for before all this, the right mare, the mare of his dreams, or at least a new one. Instead he ended up gallivanting around town like some kind of player trying to get under the sheets with any mare who could save his pathetic life from Blueblood’s ire. Well, he was not going to find love on the moon after all.

His journey had brought him to a sweets shop. Looking through the display window he spotted a cream colored mare with a dual-shaded, curly mane of blue and pink behind the counter with a kind smile, while a talented harpist was playing a live performance, setting the ambiance for the magical place of colts’ and fillies’ dreams. There she was, his next innocent vote, strumming through a set of chords, creating beautiful music that travelled out the open door filling him with a sense of harmony and childlike giddiness. The light green unicorn’s eyes were closed as her hooves wandered through the strings, leaving a steady flow of notes dancing through the air while her head bobbed up and down with the rhythm. His eyes were drawn to the single streak of white along the far side of a prominently turquoise, spikey mane. It was almost hypnotic the way it swayed in time with the music. She looked truly at peace.

He watched on as the mare behind the counter walked over and sat next to the harpist. The music stopped for a moment and the two appeared to be talking about something. Placing his ear against the glass as covertly as possible he strained to hear the conversation.

“Lyra, sweetie, I’m going to be staying late to take inventory before running the days bits to the bank. Your dinner’s in the fridge so you can warm it up, and I’ll grab something from one of the cafes on the way home.”

A stare came with her response, “You act like I can’t take care of myself, Bon-Bon.”

Rolling her eyes, Bon-Bon placed her hoof to her chin as if in deep thought.“ Let’s see you almost lit the house on fire making pancakes.”

“It was one time!” Lyra’s hooves flew up into the air.

“It was the first time you cooked on our stove,” came the deadpanned response.

“Details.” She waved her hoof dismissively.

“Now, now, don’t be like that.” She gave the unicorn a kiss on the cheek and whispered something in her ear that seemed to perk her right up.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Bon-Bon nuzzled her gently, before walking back to the counter, the music starting up behind her.

It was all such a simple interaction, but anyone would be able to tell the two were more than just friends. It all came so easily between them. Something sparked inside of Spike that he did not like, something he occasionally felt when looking at the happy couples around Ponyville, envy. Knowing they held the one thing he pined for, love.

Biting the bullet, he took a deep breath to collect himself. He didn't want to go in there looking all mopey. Putting on his best face, he casually strolled into the store, taking a moment in front of Lyra to let the music soothe him.

“Going to keep standing there, dragon boy,” her eyes opened, two golden rings matching her instrument stared right back at him, “or you going to try and sweet talk me?”

It did not take a genius to know that was a bad sign. “I don’t-”

“Small town, it’s easy to see how two musicians or even two mares who went to school together, one becoming a nurse, the other a harpist, who also happened to be in the same jury for a certain dragon’s court case, might talk to each other and gossip a little. I bet you can guess what they couldn’t stop raving about. Very impressive by the way.”

And that was it, he could see it all. His actions had come back to bite him in the ass. His choice to ignore the girls and seek out his own method would get him sent straight to the moon, and by the time he was back all of his friends would-

“Equestria to lizard lips, you there?” A green hoof filled his vision, waving back and forth.

“Uh, yeah.” His face became downcast; it was over.

“Good.” Her eyes momentarily shifted to the mare behind the counter, her lips curling up. “So, what I wanted to say was that I accept your little, well, according to the girls, not so little, proposition.”

“What?!” His frills perked up. Suddenly, there was hope, rainbows, butterflies even!

A smile crept across her face like the Cheshire Cat. “That is, of course, assuming you’re willing to do whatever I ask.”

The lump in his throat moved down almost painfully as he looked into those devious eyes. “And what would you ask, Lyra?”

She had him right where she wanted him now. “Nothing much. You see my marefriend, Bon-Bon, has her birthday coming up. I had been completely unsure what to get her. Romance was never my strong point, but now the perfect gift has landed right in my lap. You're going to help me give her a night she'll remember forever. ”

After having given the dragon his instructions, Lyra watched him leave, failing to contain her grin. Her attention wandered to the mare behind the counter, her beautiful Bon-Bon. Tonight was going to be special for the two of them.

It was rare to invite another into their bed, but they enjoyed the extra spice, every now and then. While the two loved a mare’s touch, there were certain things toys just could not simulate. She could see it now: her marefriend laid out across the bed as the big bad dragon prepared to have his way with her; it would be glorious. Her love had no idea what she had in store for her tonight, but she knew none of them would be forgetting it anytime soon. Celestia, she loved that mare.

Later that evening, Spike arrived at the home of the two mares. It was the average two-story cottage one could find scattered all over the town. It always intrigued him how all of his friends lived in extravagant or, at the very least, unique places like a cloud mansion, a living tree, a giant carousel shaped boutique, a gingerbread house-looking pastry shop, an Equestria-wide famous farm, and a cottage next to the most dangerous forest in Equestria surrounded by small and large houses for her animal friends. Meanwhile every other pony in town resided in normal houses. It was strange.

Of course, all of these mindless, distracting thoughts were were mostly just to keep him from focusing on the task ahead. His claw rapped against the door as he waited for she who controlled his fate. Perhaps hanging around Rarity all these years had made him more dramatic.

The door opened, Lyra giving him a somewhat seductive stare with a matching smile. “Spike, right on time. I like that. Come in, come in.” He followed her inside, mesmerized by the exaggerated sway of her hips. “You know, as much as this is for Bon-Bon and me, I have a feeling you’ll be enjoying yourself plenty.”

With an unexpected spin on her heel his eyes shot up to meet her own trying to hide where they had really been looking. A sly smile played at the edge of her lips. From his nervousness at the door, the feigned innocence after being caught staring at her rump, or all the stories she heard, which was the true dragon at her door? She could not decide what to think about him. Was he a shy gentledrake, a wicked philanderer, or a rugged beast? He was a mystery that she very much wanted to get to the bottom of. Looking him over, it was not hard to see why he had been picked as the most eligible bachelor., with with the great muscle tone, sleek scales, strong yet caring emerald eyes, and most importantly, those wonderful dexterous fingers attached to those powerful looking hands. It was no well-kept secret that Lyra had a fascination for the strange appendages. They just seemed so, well, convenient. She could only imagine how much easier it would be to play an instrument, write, or caress a lover with such magnificent tools. Tonight, Bon-Bon and her would find out exactly how good it was.

She opened a closet next to them, and threw a few scarves, boots, and coats for winter out of the way before finding her prize: a large, pink box with a ribbon on top placed on a small cart. Taking the lid off, she instructed the drake on what to do, “Get in the box, and when I say, ‘looking for something sweet to eat,’ you jump out and chow down.”

Spike’s face contorted to one of confusion. “Chow down?”

Rolling her eyes, Lyra motioned to the box. “You’ll understand; now get in. I have to get you and everything else in place before Bonnie gets home.”

“Bonnie?”

Lyra’s face flushed, much to Spike’s amusement. “What? I can’t have a nickname for my marefriend?”

He chuckled into his claw lightly, earning an annoyed look from the unicorn. “I think it’s cute, just never pegged you as the type.”

“Shut up dragon and get in the box.”

Relaxing his muscles, he bent low moving closer to the floor before springing upward and right into the box in near-swan-dive-fashion. “Tada!”

The lid closed above him. “Very impressive, and don’t forget, ‘looking for something sweet to eat,’ is your cue.”

As the darkness and tight space around him took hold, one thought filled Spike’s mind, ‘There’s now way I’m going to be able to stay awake in here.’

Bon-Bon casually walked through the streets, curious as to why Lyra insisted she had to leave early. Still, she tried not to question the mad mare’s antics. They had a way of coming to light in rather amusing styles anyways. Finally reaching her abode, she opened the door to find a trail of rose petals leading up the stairs. So that was Lyra’s game. She followed the trail, stopping to eat each petal as she reached it, and unsurprisingly wound up in their bedroom. She doubted if her lover realized she had quite the romantic streak in her. Lyra was nowhere in sight, but Bon-Bon continued to enjoy the flower until she climbed up onto their large bed to enjoy the last of the rose petals that lay before her pillow and the decadent cream filled chocolate atop it. The door shut before she could enjoy the sweet candy, causing her to turn back to see her marefriend smiling devilishly right at her.

The piece of candy was lifted into the air by the golden glow of Lyra’s magic. “Ah, ah, ah, you’re not allowed to eat that.”

Bon-bon played along, thrilled to see what surprise she had planned for her. “Oh? And why is that?”

“Let’s just say it has to do with,” Lyra rolled the giant gift out, “this.”

The mare’s eyes lit up as she sprang to the foot of the bed, looking ready to pounce. “My birthday isn’t for another week. So what could you have possibly gotten me that requires opening now?” She looked it over, stretching her neck and turning her head this way and that hope to garner some clue about the mysterious box. “I can’t take it! I want to know, I want to know so bad! I’ll do the laundry for a month, cook dinner, well I already do that because you burn stuff, a lot, but the point is anything you want.”

A small chuckle escaped Lyra’s lips. “And ponies think I’m the immature one in this relationship.”

“You are; I just happen to love gifts from my wonderful marefriend.” There was no argument from her as Bon-Bon stared at the gift longingly, like a foal in a candy store. The irony was not lost on Lyra.

“Alright, you can open the gift… if you do what I tell you, that is.” Lyra loved being devious and she knew Bon-Bon loved it too. Her mare always enjoyed a good teasing.

With half lidded eyes, Bon-Bon playfully gazed at her lover. “Okay, sexy, and what is it you want me to do?”

“Lay on your back with your head on the pillow.” Bon-Bon did as she was instructed, her hind legs high in the air and her tail covering her modesty. “Now spread those legs and move your tail down out of the way, like a good filly.” The two-tone tail moved revealing the cream colored marehood and tight tailhole of her love. Laid out like this, there was no denying Bon-Bon's utter adorableness. Lyra had to stop her squeal of delight that threatened to pop out at the sight of her.

Crawling into the bed, and eyeing her prey, she reached out to trace the tip of her hoof along moistening lips, back and forth garnering small moans from the other mare. She lifted the hoof and looked at the liquid coating it. “Somepony’s already awfully excited.” The hoof was presented before Bon-Bon’s mouth. “Lick it.”

A tingle ran down Bon-Bon’s spine at the command. She let her tongue roll out starting at the heel and slowly gliding up to the toe, the sweet taste and strong smell of her excitement filling her senses, before placing her whole mouth at the end and sucking hungrily on it, forcing small moans from Lyra.

“G-Good, girl.” Lyra slowly climbed over Bon-Bon, stopping for a second once her marehood was over her lovers face, allowing a few drops of her own arousal to drip down upon it as it had the rest of her body. “Prop yourself up for a second.”

Bon-Bon lifted her front half up as Lyra slid under her. She could feel the warm, wet, sticky marehood between her shoulders as she went back down, resting her head on Lyra’s chest. She nuzzled into the warm, green fur, a smile on her face.

Inside Lyra’s magical grasp was the round piece of chocolate. Bringing it in front of Bon-Bon, she unwrapped it. “Have a lick, but just one.”

The taste of delicious milk chocolate ran across her tongue as she lapped enticingly at the treat. It floated just out of her reach, annoyingly. Whatever Lyra was building up to, she had better be sure it was worth all the teasing or Bon-Bon would be returning the favor next time it was her turn to take charge.

“Don’t worry, Bonnie, this will be going in your lips soon enough.” Bon-Bon watched the candy as if hypnotized as it traveled down her body, disappearing before the sensation of a small round object rubbing up and down her outer lips began sending pleasure up into her. “Of course, I never said which lips.”

Without further ado, the piece of candy was sent forward slowly into Bon-Bon, making the mare moan. Lyra had plenty of experience with her partner, and knew exactly where to rub the chocolate ball up, down, and around to toy with her lover’s G-spot. After enjoying the lustful sounds of a near the edge mare being played with, Lyra continued the candy’s magical journey another four inches as the mare beneath writhed in need. The aura around her horn faded as she rubbed the spot on the cream-colored, furry belly where the now hidden treasure lay just beneath. Without her magic protecting it, Lyra imagined that the soft outer chocolate was being crushed by the convulsing walls allowing the sweet cream center to leak out.

“L-Lyra, why did you stop? I’m so close!” She could hear the raspy need in her voice, only making her hotter.

A smile spread across her face as the bait was taken. “Of course I do, Bonnie, but I figured your gift must be getting hungry in there, and he might be looking for something sweet to eat.”

Inside the box Spike had indeed fallen asleep before pleasantly being awoken by the sound of pleasured moans. From there he had listened intently, and he had to admit Lyra knew how to have a good time. In fact, he might have to ask for a few pointers. As he had been curled up in a box and getting hornier by the second, it was with great relief that he heard those words, eagerly bounding out of the box.

Bon-Bon’s mind froze as the chiseled body of the draconic stud who had been named Most Eligible Stallion spang out of the giant gift box. He flashed a smile full of sharp, shiny teeth before pouncing at her, landing on the bed and plowing muzzle first into her marehood. As an impossibly long tongue snaked its way up inside of her, the forked-end flicking a few times against her G-spot and making her moan even more than she had from the candy before continuing its way up, she heard a seductive voice she loved in her ear, “Happy Birthday, Bonnie.”

Spike found the chocolate treasure about two inches deeper. It was smooshed quite a bit, and it’s delicious, creamy, caramel center was leaking out, mixing with Bon-Bon’s own flavor in a salty and sweet sort of way. As his tongue wrapped around the melting chocolate, adding it to the taste combination, he heard a particularly powerful moan from the mare above him. He knew she had to be close between Lyra’s teasing and his own ministrations, and he had the perfect gamble to finish her off.

Holding her close, Lyra watched as Spike placed both his hands on Bon-Bon’s legs, keeping them spread. She wondered what the dragon was up to.

It was like the crack of a whip, sudden and completely unexpected as Spike’s tongue, wrapped thoroughly around his prize, then zipped out of her in a heartbeat. The sudden movement of the thick ball of candy and dexterous dragon tongue through her was too much, her back arched upwards away from Lyra as electricity shot up her spine sending pleasure overflowing into her body and gush of her own juices into Spike’s maw.

The moan that resonated through the room brought a smile to Lyra’s face. There was no doubt somepony was enjoying her present. She whispered a few seductive tidbits into Bon-Bon’s ear as the mare rode out her orgasm. “Mmh, now you’ve got me all hot and bothered. You’re enjoying having a big, handsome dragon plundering your depths for treasure, aren’t you? I really have to give it to Spike, he’s taking everything you’re giving, and we both know what a squirter you are. It seems that he really enjoys your special cream center.”

On his own end, Spike was trying to gulp down as much of the nectar as he could so it did not overflow. The torrent splashed against the back of his throat in what seemed like an endless supply; he had already accidently swallowed the chocolate ball whole, or as close to whole as it had been in his mouth. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard his voice making a joke about drowning and what they would put on his tombstone about his unique demise. Thankfully for him, after what was undoubtedly one of the longest female orgasms he had ever experienced, it finally seemed to trickle a halt and before his untimely destruction too. Must have been Bluebloods lucky day, he still had a chance to send him to the moon after all since he had survived the great flood. It was a good thing the many inappropriate jokes had stayed inside his head.

Bon-Bon’ seemed to shake slightly as the last of her orgasm rocked through her body. The dragon’s lips on her own lower ones seemed to be extending and enhancing the experience, as they were sucked in ever so slightly against those sharp fangs. The last of it washed over her, leaving her in the afterglow of pure bliss. In her fogged state of mind, Bon-Bon dreamily smiled. “That was… um, wow… good gift.”

Lyra nuzzled Bon-Bon’s head lovingly, enjoying the mare’s lack of vocabulary. “Oh, your gift hasn’t even been unwrapped yet. In fact,” her eye mischievously switched to Spike, “why don’t you show us what makes you the perfect stallion-er-male for our little ménage a trios.”

“Actually, ménage a trios means household of three with the stipulation of a sexual relationship.” Something of a mix of living in a library with a unicorn with an anal obsession with correct terminology and years of trying to impress Rarity with the language of one of her favorite places in the world worked together to cause Lyra to give him a look of pure bemusement, while Bon-Bon continued to be a bit out of it. “Right so, back to point.”

The fuzz seemed to clear up instantly as Bon-Bon’s eyes found something particularly shocking as the dragon stood up. “You-you-you-”

“That’s right, Bonnie, he has two, big cocks for us to enjoy, together.”

Without warning, Lyra used her magic to lift Bon-Bon into the air allowing her to scoot out beneath her before dropping her back down unceremoniously and jumping on top of her. Lyra’s tail lifted up, revealing her own glistening marehood, perfectly lined up with her Bon-Bon’s. The needy smell in the air seemed to thicken with the light green behind’s appearance.

Shooting Bon-Bon a quick wink, Lyra pressed her hips down, mashing the two together and making the pair moan in unison as Lyra gyrated to strengthen the pleasure received. Spike was mesmerized by the display, when the unique kiss finally ended the erotic scene was completed by a string of dripping arousal connecting their lower lips.

Instinct pulled Spike forward, his tips sitting just before their entrances, teasingly warm and twitchy against the outermost part of their marehoods. He leaned over them, casting a shadow and making his presence known. They sat there like that, breathing heavily, waiting.

“Would you stick it in already, Bon-Bon and I aren’t going to just wait forever!”

A snicker almost escaped Spike’s muzzle, Lyra was a mare who knew what she wanted, but it died in his throat as he pushed forward, the warmth and tightness enveloping him forcing his attention. One of the more interesting parts of his draconic anatomy was the sensation of his twin virilities sending separate feelings to his brain. The two found themselves in similar situations, yet the texture, the moistness, and even how they squeezed him were different. Bon-Bon was wetter, no real surprise there, but Lyra was convulsing far more. It was a far different experience than his occasional double penetrations. He thrust forward, having enjoyed their bodies simply coming together enough.

A shudder, a moan, and a tensing in her muscles were the signs that Lyra showed, telling that Spike had entered her and begun his assault. Her body felt inch after inch push further into her as her front legs gave out, forcing her head against her cute, little Bon-Bon’s nape. The smell of chocolate, sweets, and sweat filled her nose as she pressed it further into the glistening beige fur of her love. She forced her chin up, nibbling the ear intimately, one of Bon-Bon’s favorite tricks. She continued her path downwards nipping from her ear to the base of her neck, moving faster as Spike increased his pace. Lyra loved the sweet moans of the candy maker; after all, a talented musician such as herself knew sweet, sweet music when she heard it. The soft fur and flesh between her teeth and the filling dragon behind her, pounding mercilessly against her rear were setting her body a blaze in passion and pleasure.

Any ability to hold her breath in was stolen from Bon-Bon over and over again between the hunky dragon’s ministrations and the teasing love bites of her beautiful marefriend. It had been some time since she had enjoyed a real, warm, and thriving male, instead of the collection of plastic, gel, and other toys the two mares had hidden in the closet, under the bed, and the drawers, Lyra was a bit insatiable at times. Of course, the uniqueness of the situation made it that much more pleasant, and Lyra’s attention to the sensitive spots on her neck were doing more than a little at enhancing it. The small stinging sensations could hardly be called painful and sent small waves of euphoria to collide with the big ones provided by Spike. Feeling the need to repay Lyra for her actions Bon-Bon’s mind attempted to work through the aroused haze clouding it. Lyra had just about reached the base when the answer bumped her in the nose; it was perfect. Bon-Bon’s tongue lashed out of her mouth and began licking, rolling and slurping around the light green horn, teasing it lovingly as she played along the bumps and ridges naturally carved into a unicorn’s pride.

Lyra had to stop her mouth’s descent on her marefriends neck due to worry that her current state of euphoria might cause her to bite down too hard and break the skin. It was obvious she was nearing her peak thanks to Spike now pounding against her rear and Bon-Bon’s impromptu hornjob. She could feel the dragon’s girth spreading her insides wide as he pushed deep inside of her before moving back and leaving her empty; as well as, Bon-Bon’s broad, rough, saliva-coated tongue working wonders on her horn, the magic inside fizzling out and numbing her mind in the most amazing way. She came, her walls clenching down on the dragon as she poured out onto him, her inner thighs, and Bon-Bon; unable to control herself, she bit down hard on Bon-Bon, the taste of sweat and the feel of fur invaded her mouth, causing the next phase of the chain reaction.

The sudden, sharp pain in Bon-Bon’s neck caused the mare to scream in ecstasy as the sensation collided with the incredible pleasure caused by her birthday gifts hard work. She could feel the dripping, viscous liquid splatter her marehood, not unlike the sticky sugar water used in many of her candies recipes. Knowing Lyra’s cum was now coating her aroused her even further sending her over the edge into her own orgasm. Much like Lyra, she drenched herself and Spike as small bursts of electricity travelled through her spine causing unreasonable pleasure to quake through her body. She too squeezed down on Spike, her body ready and willing to receive the dragon’s gift.

Some part of Spike wondered how he got himself into these situations, and looking down, he wondered how he could get himself into more. Here he was having sex with two beautiful mares, and all it took was the threat of him getting sent to the moon. His eyes trailed from their shapely, sweaty flanks where the three met to the action at the head of the bed. Watching Lyra and Bon-Bon show their appreciation for one another created a warm, fuzzy feeling in his heart and an extra rush of libido into his system. He recognized the signs of a mare about to cum: increased tightness and pulsating, flushing of the face, and finally the tensing around their abdomens. Truth be told, he was pretty amazed he had even noticed with how close he was himself. Then it happened, Lyra’s eyes closed and her body froze as she reached the edge, Bon-Bon’s reacted the same way a second later, and all at once their muscles relaxed, riding their orgasms out. With that Spike toppled over the edge as bursts of his seed began filling them. He forced his eyes to stay open, focused on the pleasured faces of the mares, as ecstasy and release ran rampant through him to his very core. His body coursed with the divine, heavenly feeling and he felt his knees buckle, forcing his hands onto the bed to hold himself up, resting his torso right above them.

As the moment passed, Spike managed to pull out, dripping his hot draconian seed from their overfilled marehoods onto the sheets, the bed, and each other in a sticky, white, and musky pool. Lyra rolled off Bon-Bon onto the bed beside her and wrapped her hooves around the mare she loved more than the world itself. Bon-Bon had reached her point of exhaustion and was already sleeping, snuggling further into Lyra’s warm, sweaty fur. Spike flopped down unceremoniously, thankful their bed was large enough to accommodate the three bodies.

Lyra brushed some of Bon-Bon’s disheveled mane back into place gingerly with her hoof. “You know, she never was one for staying awake long afterwards.”

He just stared at the two of them there, so perfect together in their own special place in the world; it made him feel like an intruder, an outsider, he did not belong there, and his body shifted subconsciously away.

“You know, you can come closer if you want, we don’t bite… well, not too much. I think you saw quite a bit of biting before though.”

“Yeah. I’m good, you two look comfortable as you are.”

“So, find yourself in bed with two girls a lot, playdrake?”

“No, this was a first, was fun, to say the least.”

Lyra’s voice fell, much quieter than he could ever remember her being, “You know, whether you did this or not, I was going to vote innocent.”

“Honestly, I figured you all would, but when it comes to my life-”

“You need to be sure, I get it. You’re a good dragon, Spike. Heck, you’re a good anything. You’ve done a lot for Equestria, and seeing some pompous, jealous, little brat try to do this to you… It’s not right.” She held Bon-Bon a little closer, the thought of having the threat of being ripped away from one’s family, friends, and the one you love over your head made her appreciate what she had that much more. Actually living it, she could only imagine what kind of hell that must have been.

“Thanks. It’s nice to hear it from somepony beside my friends and the Princesses for a change.”

“But that isn’t the only thing bothering you, is it?”

“No.”

“One day, you’ll find it, maybe you already have. Love is a funny thing, some are like me and wind up with somepony completely unlike what they expected and some get it right at the start. I always thought I’d end up with somepony more wild, yet I love my calm candy maker more than I ever thought. Course, she can be pretty wild in bed.”

Spike went to respond, but instead he found Lyra sound asleep, snoring slightly. Looking at them holding each other close made his heart yearn and hurt. The thoughts of previous loves and the one mare he could never seem to get filled his mind as he laid there waiting for the night to take him.

Author's Note

Path of Cloud A.N.- A thanks for editing and revision help goes out to Shokinaw

Blood Brandy A.N- Well, alrighty then. Up next is my Gilda chapter, followed by Draconian Soul bringing us an Aloe and Lotus chapter, then YouNeighborhoodAlicorn with Lightning Dust

Chapter by: Path of Cloud

Edited by: Shokinaw