“Now arriving Ponyville train station!” the conductor of the Friendship Express called over the loudspeakers of the train. “Attendants will assist you with your luggage once the doors have opened. Thank you for supporting Equestria's number one commercial train-line; hope to see you again soon.”

Spike tore his eyes away from Blaze, the comic book he was so engaged in, and looked about as the mares in his company began to make their way to the doors leading outside. With his book underneath his arm, he lifted his head up and away from Rarity's side, letting her step down from her seat, and the two followed their friends outside.

Ponyville was aglow with a dimly lit sky, the sun waning in its final hour before it was lowered for the day. Stepping out on the wooden planks of the station, the group made their way towards the back of the train, where two attendants were busy lifting numerous amounts of bags from the compartment underneath the last car.

With Pinkie Pie being the last to collect her bags, she pranced over to the rest of her friends who stood waiting for her.

“Boy, today was a blast, huh?” Pinkie Pie remarked once she had joined them“We should go to the beach more often!”

“Well, I am normally not one for outdoor activities, but yes, today was quite enjoyable,” Rarity replied “Thank you so much for putting on a celebration in honor of Spike and I, Pinkie.” The party pony nodded with a beaming smile towards the couple looking her way.

“Speakin' of get-together,” Applejack interjected, lifting her hat to wipe some sweat off of her blonde mane. “Me and the Apple family were cleaning out some stuff from the cellar, and we found this ol' doohickey Granny Smith's folks used to make homemade apple-ice cream with. Applebloom really wants to try it out, and we'd love to share what we make with y'all once we get it fixed.” The rest of the party murmured to themselves and voiced their approval of the sound of such a delightful treat.

“Well then, I guess we'll all see each other tomorrow at the spa?” Fluttershy asked, the others nodding towards her in agreement.

“I will actually not be joining you all tomorrow,” Rarity replied abashedly, earning a gasp from the rest of her friends. Rarity missing out on a trip to the spa? The others weren't sure if they had heard her correctly. “ I was visited by Written Script this morning. He's putting on an opera this week in Canterlot, but his costumes have met a tragic demise at the hoof of an intern who somehow ended up setting them ablaze. He's requesting my services to help replace them on such short notice, and since his show is being produced by Fancy Pants, he is offering me quite a large sum of money. As a result, I will be taking the first train ride to Canterlot tomorrow, and I shan't be returning until next week.”

Spike listened to Rarity's explanation, looking dismayed. “You're gonna be gone a full week?” he asked looking downcast, Rarity in turn offering him a sympathetic smile.

“Well, it's a shame you're not going to be with us at the spa tomorrow,” Twilight said to her while Spike stared at the ground, looking dismayed, “But it's great that you're getting offers in big shows in Canterlot. We're very proud of you.” The others gathered around giving Rarity a group hug and offering her congratulations all around, the unicorn at the center nodding appreciatively.

“Well, guess that's it then” Rainbow Dash announced, hovering in the air with her surfboard over her shoulder. “Have fun in Canterlot Rarity. See you tomorrow, everypony!” With that, she sped off through the air in the direction of Cloudsdale as her friends waved her goodbye.

Spike, Rarity and Twilight were the only ones to remain behind as their friends made their way back home. Spike remained in front of Rarity with his head down, while she wrapped her right foreleg nervously around her left and kept her eyes averted from him. Twilight looked between both of them for a moment, before turning her head and trotting a few steps away from them, to give them some space. Rarity took a deep breath before she spoke.

“Spike, the reason why Pinkie Pie put this celebration together was in honor of us.” She said gingerly. “This was your special day as well, and I wanted to make sure it was as wonderful as it could possibly be. I did not want that dark cloud hanging over your head on such a bright and sunny day.” Spike nodded, but kept his gaze downwards, away from her. Rarity extended a hoof under his chin and tilted his gaze up towards her eyes. “I am so sorry Spike. I wasn't sure what would be a good choice in the matter, so I made the best one I could. I promise you that I did, and still do. have your best interests at heart.”

Spike felt his eyes sting a bit as he locked them with Rarity. He stepped forward and threw his arms around her, his cheek rubbing up against the warmth of her neck. “I know. It's okay. I'm not mad at you Rarity.”

Rarity smiled and turned her head against Spike's, nuzzling against him. “Thank you for understanding, dearest..”

“Yeah, of course. No problem.” Spike breathed out a forlorn sigh against the side of her neck, running the tip of his claw between her shoulders. “I'm... really gonna miss you, hon.”

Shivering slightly from the touch of his claw, the dock of Rarity's swirled purple tail flicked upward a moment, before coming to settle against her hindquarters properly. “As shall I, darling. But I promise I'll only be up there for a week. And when I come back, I'll come running back into your arms, and you can have me all to yourself. Does that sound fair?”

The corners of Spike's mouth finally turned upwards as he pulled his head away from her neck and looked her in the eyes. “Yeah, that sounds great Rarity.”

Spike kept his eyes locked with Rarity's, who began to giggle excitedly. “What are you doing, little one?”

“Just thinking about how much I love you.” Spike saidaffectionately.

Rarity pulled her lips inwards as she smiled, and turned her head so that she was hiding behind her mane. “I love you too... my little Spikey-wikey.” Spike reached a claw to her face, pushing her mane aside and caressing the side of her face. The two faced one another and moved inwards, lightly pecking each other on the lips. Spike moved his palms up against her face as the two kissed each other repeatedly, breaking off to look each other in the eyes for seconds at a time before diving back in for another kiss.

A rather loud sneeze was heard behind Spike, and he looked to see Twilight rubbing a hoof to her nose and shaking her head, before looking up at the large clock of the train station.

Spike sighed in defeat. “I gotta go. Be careful on your trip okay?”

“Of course I will. You and Twilight be safe while I'm gone.”

Spike nodded and kissed her one last time. “Love you.” He repeated, forcing himself to step back and move his hands away from her face.

“I love you too, Spike!” she called, stretching a hoof out towards him.

Spike had to force his head to look away from Rarity as he stepped back towards Twilight. Once he was in proximity with her, she turned and smiled at him. “Ready to go home, Spike?” The little dragon nodded, keeping his head down as he lifted Twilight's bag over his shoulder and walked silently towards the exit. “I'm sorry Spike. I know you're gonna miss Rarity, especially now that you two are an item.” Twilight trotted alongside her assistant, scrambling to think of something to clear the gloomy feeling clinging to him. “Ooh! Spike, today's Saturday, isn't it? That means you and I have our weekly chess match to look forward to!”

“Oh boy, I can't wait to go home and lose, like I always do.” Spike uttered unenthusiastically.

“Hey, that's not fair; you've gotten a lot better since I taught you how to play a few months ago.” Spike shrugged his shoulders and kept walking, avoiding eye contact with Twilight.

Seeing Spike so discouraged made Twilight's heart ache. She may not have known what it was like to miss a romantic partner, but she remembered how hard it had been for her whenever Shining Armor would leave for recruitment training. The feeling was even worse leaving him behind in Catnerlot when she first moved to Ponyville. If Spike was feeling anywhere close to what she felt at the time, she was ready to do whatever it took to help bring him out of it. But, what could she do?

Twilight looked back at the train station, just in time to see Rarity making her way out of the train station gate. Floating in a magical blue aura was her mess of baggage which she was carefully trying to keep together in one clump. She tripped over a rock, and was quick enough to regain her stance and avoid a nasty fall, but in doing so lost her focus on her spell and her bags fell about the floor, a few of them opening up and their contents spilling everywhere. Even from such a distance, Twilight could see a frustrated scowl appear on her face, before she shook it away and began levitating her belongings back into the cases.

Poor Rarity. Twilight thought. It's pretty silly to take so much stuff with her on a one day trip to the beach, but it's still sad to see her struggle. I should probably help her.

Then, an idea struck her. Twilight turned back towards Spike who subconsciously kept walking forward. “Hey Spike? Rarity looks like she's having trouble with her bags.” The mention of his marefriend grabbed Spike's attention, and he stopped to look back at Twilight, then Rarity in the distance. “Do you think you might be able to help her carry some of those back to the boutique?”

“Sure!” Spike said eagerly, but then frowned as he looked about the town, taking note of the setting sun. “But,what about my curfew? I don't think I can carry all of those bags back to her place, and then hightail it back to the library before it gets too dark.”

“That's very true Spike,” Twilight said with a smirk as she approached him. “Guess you'll just have to spend the night with Rarity, won't you?”

Spike's jaw dropped, as did Twilight's bag that he had been carrying. “You mean it? I can... spend the night with Rarity?”

“Only if you promise that you'll make it back in the morning, so that you can join me and the others at the spa. Deal?”

“Deal!” Spike nodded, and then pranced up to her, giving her a rather tight hug. “Thanks Twilight, you're the best!”

Twilight's tongue shot out of her mouth as she was squeezed by Spike. “Sure, no problem” Twilight grunted as she struggled to speak, “Go get her, tiger!”

Spike released Twilight from his grasp, and the alicorn welcomed the gift of air returning to her lungs. She looked back to see Spike scurrying towards Rarity, calling out to her just as she was finished closing her open bags. The two chatted for a moment, and Twilight saw Rarity's eyes light up, followed by her prancing in place excitedly. Spike turned to Twilight, offering her a thumbs up, while Rarity held her hoof to her chest and mouthed the words “Thank you” to the alicorn. Twilight giggled and waved her hoof to the both of them, as Spike lifted up a few of Rarity's bags, and the unicorn levitated what was left with much more ease than before.

Twilight turned away from them and resumed walking towards her library, levitating her one bag with her. She felt good about this. In fact, she felt great. Gone were the venomous feelings she had been harboring earlier that day, now replaced with a new sense of joy. It was the least she could do to let them have some extended time together, before the unicorn left for a week. Along with that, she could let this be the start of her learning to let Spike have some breathing room away from her.

Twilight smiled as she continued walking, Golden Oak Library now within viewable distance.

Rarity twisted open the door of her bedroom and stepped inside, following her bags floating in the air in front of her. She levitated them towards the center of the room and laid them out, just as Spike finished climbing the stairs and joined her. “Let's just put them down there for now, darling” she instructed him. “I'll be using these same bags plus a few more for my trip. No sense in unpacking anything now.” Spike hustled to the pile and dumped what he was carrying, turning back to face the unicorn. “There we are. Thank you for your help, Spike. It was so nice of Twilight to let you accompany me home and stay for the night.”

“I know, it's unreal!” Spike agreed happily. “I'm usually rushing to get through my chores to get here, and then get back home before sunset.”

Rarity giggled and rubbed her nose against Spike's gingerly. “But now, you and I have the entire night ahead of us, and we have all the time in the world to do whatever we want, don't we?”

Spike bit his bottom lip and stared with lowered eyelids back at Rarity. “We sure do...” Spike leaned his head in towards Rarity and pursed his lips together with his eyes closed, but following the sound of a subtle growl, Rarity pulled her head back and looked towards her stomach.

“Oh dear, how long has it been since we ate lunch at the beach?” Rarity asked, as Spike pushed forward, opened his eyes to see that Rarity's lips were nowhere near his own, and fought to keep from falling over. “What about you, darling? Are you hungry?”

Regaining his balance and trying to save face in front of Rarity, Spike drummed his claws together. “I, uh... guess I could eat?” Spike was actually quite hungry, but the eagerness of wanting to spend some intimate time with Rarity was overpowering his appetite at the moment.

“Well then, I'll have to cook us up something to eat, won't I?” Rarity asked merrily. She quickly about-faced and pranced down the staircase. Spike shrugged, and then followed her downstairs wearing an accepting smirk. Once the two made it downstairs and into her kitchen past the main room, Rarity turned her head about the kitchen as she looked about the many pantry's and cupboards.

“What are you in the mood for, little one?” Rarity asked, stepping forward and lifting her forelegs onto the counter as she opened the cupboard with her magic, scanning the various ingredients on the shelf. “Shall I put together a puy de dom pie? I still think I have some bullion and mushrooms left to make enough for both of us.”

Looking from behind, Spike found his eyes drawn to Rarity's backside, swinging back and forth as she searched through her cupboard. Over the past several days, he had been privileged to become quite familiar with it, and he was not disappointed with what it had to offer. Rarity took great care to keep her body, as well as her caboose, in the most pristine and glamorous condition. It was soft to the touch, a result of the many shampoos and moisturizers she applied to her coat, but firm and tone from the rigorous squats and other gluteus exercises she performed every morning.

“Hm... I dunno,” Spike murmured, stepping toward Rarity, with his claws raised up and wiggling in anticipation.

“Well, if you want something simpler, I could always whip up a three-bean casserole. Just tell me what you feel like ea- eeeep!” Rarity tilted her head back as she felt a pair of claws give her white cheeks a firm squeeze, and then spread them apart. Rarity let out a gasp upon feeling her pussy lips stretch open. Before she could even turn her head, she felt the familiar sensation of Spike's mouth softly pressing against her folds, and his long thin tongue slithering up and stopping just underneath her anus.

“Mm...Skipping dinner and going straight to dessert? You naughty boy.” Rarity lowered her head and unconsciously lifted her rear upwards to give him more leverage to her opening, already winking from his touch. Rarity stretched her forelegs out momentarily and pushed her hips backwards, still writhing in pleasure from the force of his tongue working against her. With his claws still gripping her bottom and keeping her in place, Spike slowly flexed his tongue and pushed it into her labia. Hearing her moan after he penetrated her, Spike continued to work his tongue inside of her, moving it downwards in the hopes of touching her g-spot. The underside of his tongue moved, until he felt it rub against a rather inflated patch of flesh.

“Ahh- ah ah ah- ahhhh!”

Ah, there it is! Spike thought happily as he continued to brush against her inflating spot. Rarity turned to look over her shoulder at Spike, only seeing the top of his head as his face was enveloped by her fair cheeks.

“My goodness...” Rarity panted, watching him greedily lapping away at her wet lips and moving his face up with each stroke of his tongue. “ How on Earth did you get so good at this?”

Spike pulled his face out of her a moment, his eyes towards the ceiling in thought. He knew that if it weren't for Twilight encouraging him to practice on her, that he would have no idea what he was doing. But he wasn't sure if telling Rarity that he and Twilight had been fooling around was a conversation he wanted to have with her, especially right now. “Hm... guess I'm a natural.” He said, giving her right butt cheek a playful slap and diving back in to resume licking her.

Rarity closed her eyes and moved her rear from side to side against Spike's face, showing him how much her nether regions appreciated what he was doing with them. Spike moved his tongue downwards, tracing along the outer edges of her swelling clitoris in slow, rhythmic circles. He wrapped his lips over her throbbing nub, and began to gently suck on it. The pressure on her button made Rarity's face tighten, and she began to rock her hips backwards, pressing her toned cheeks against Spike's face.

“Ahh... ohhhh...” Rarity cried out in desire from the tingling sensation mounting between her haunches. “Mmm... oh fine, you win!” She exclaimed, before backing up even further, pushing Spike off of her before she walked away. “But not in my kitchen.”

Spike's tongue hung out in confusion as he watched Rarity prance away and exit the kitchen. He followed her into the main room, where she flared her horn with energy, and quickly slid her large red sofa in front of her. She turned herself about and fell backwards on the couch, lifting her hindlegs up to her chest, and reaching down to spread her sopping lips open with her hooves.

“Make it quick though; I'm hungry, and I would like to eat soon” she playfully taunted him. Spike narrowed his eyes and ran towards the sofa, leaping into the air and eliciting an excited yelp from Rarity before he landed on top of her.

Twilight Sparkle sat at her desk, her head craning over a scattered stack of wrinkled and decayed papers. To any other pony, the papers would seem of little significance. Twilight knew that these documents had great value to them: these were entries from the personal diary belonging to Princess Celestia's legendary apprentice, Starswirl the Bearded. When the princess had first presented these papers to Twilight in a very secretive way (Celestia had quite literally slid them underneath her bedroom door in a carefully wrapped package one night, but feigned ignorance of what Twilight was talking about when asked), Twilight had been ecstatic. She had read them all over and over again the first week she had received them, absorbing all sorts of knowledge and personal insight to the esteemed unicorn. These days, she would sometimes pull them out to read again for fun.

The way Starswirl had written his entries, Twilight imagined that the unicorn had a very harsh and robust voice when he was alive. Everything he wrote was either extremely scientific, or to-the-point of the matter. However, there was one passage that caught Twilight's attention, a paragraph on the last page of his entries (and possibly during the last year of his time on the Earth) that stood out from the rest.

Throughout most of my young adult life, I have known Equestria to be in a state of turmoil, a new malestrom of death or destruction rising to threaten the way of life for our great nation. In my old age, with my bones heavy and tired, and my magical ability declining, I can only pray that it remains as it has been for decades now, enjoying the miracle of peace. I admit, I am still fearful of the end of my life. I know not what awaits me after I cease to be. All my years of relying on scientific proof of all things has led me to believe that our minds cease to perceive anything around us, and the idea of being unable to ever think again is terrifying. But if I must die, I hope my last thoughts will be joyful. I shall be forever thankful for that eternal ray of sunshine that brought warmth to my cold and withered heart, and then I shall die, taking solace that her rays will still warm the hearts of others.

Twilight had always found that line particularly beautiful, but it confused her: why was it that he suddenly became so poetic, after years of being factual and direct? Was it just because he knew death was not too far away from him? That seemed like a possibility, but Twilight still wasn't convinced. Most stallions weren't traditionally known to be poetic, especially in those old days.

...Unless they found a mare they loved...

Now that idea seemed much more plausible. Twilight had read many accounts of stallions writing beautiful sonnets about a mare they had met, and how destiny had worked to put them together, and that they were just what they needed to complete their lives. Although there had been no accounts of Starswirl having a family or even a partner in official records, she wouldn't put it past him to have courted a few mares during his life. In fact, with his knowledge of magic and spells and the amount of books he had written in his time, Twilight figured mares were throwing themselves at him wherever he went (as she probably would if she had been alive at the same time).

But now Twilight's curiosity was peaked even further. Who was this mystery mare that Starswirl was reminiscing about during his final days? Who could possibly have awakened this artistic and sensitive side of him?

Eternal ray of sunshine... warmth... her rays will still warm the hearts of others

Twilight gasped, as an image flashed through her head of a tall white alicorn, with a flowing mane of shimmering pink, purple and blue, leaning down to kiss the lips above the stallions thick and hairy chin.

“No. Way!” Twilight exclaimed excitedly. “Did HE- and HER-? Did THEY-!?” Twilight squealed with joy, clopping her hooves together as the corners of her mouth stretched up just underneath her closed eyes. “Ooh, this is so steamy! I've got to know if this is true or not!”

Using her magic to carefully move Starswirl's entries into their safe container, Twilight levitated a blank parchment, as well as a vial of ink and a quill, in front of her. Taking a breath to compose herself, she dipped the quill into the ink as she mulled over how to compose her message. She didn't want to come off as too demanding or intrusive, as it was most likely a very personal matter to the alicorn in question. Pulling her quill out of the ink, Twilight touched the tip to the parchment and began to write.

Dear Princess Celestia,
I hope I'm not disturbing you, I understand you've lowered the sun and are probably about to go to bed, but there's something I just have to ask you (don't worry, it's not an emergency or anything).
You see, I've decided to read those journal entries from Starswirl the Bearded that you gave me when I was a filly (I think this would make the twentieth time I've read them all the way through? I'm just guessing though, I lost count years ago), and I'm curious... how close were you and he when he was alive? I am only asking for purely scientific reasons, of course. Hope to hear from you soon.
-Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle

“Perfect!” Twilight said, letting the quill drop to the side and blowing on her signature to help the ink dry. If she sent the letter now, she might be able to catch Celestia before she was in bed. “Spike!? If you're not busy, do you think you could-!?”

Just as soon as she had spoken, Twilight was reminded of why she had pulled out the journal entries in the first place. She had needed something to keep her mind occupied, since there would be no weekly chess game with her number one assistant that night. Twilight cast the letter aside, knowing that it would not likely be sent to Celestia until tomorrow morning, assuming she was still in the mood to send it. She rested her chin on her desk and sighed deeply, breathing out what was left of her elevated mood from before. She really hated knowing that without Spike around, she was truly alone in Golden Oak library.

Twilight's ear perked to a small tapping sound, and she looked up to see Owlicious, hooting and tapping his beak against the window in front of her. A small sense of relief washed over Twilight. It may not have been Spike or any of her other friends, but some company was better than none at all. Twilight reached a hoof out and pushed her window open, and the bird hopped inside, giving another hoot to greet her. “Hey there little guy. Are you enjoying the warm night air while it lasts?”

Owlicious turned his head left to right, and then hopped off her desk, swooping to the middle of the area. He scanned the area, slowly and completely, as if he were searching for something. He turned his head all the way around and looked back at Twilight. “Hoo?”

Twilight stepped away from her desk and towards the bird. “Are you looking for something, Owlicious?”

Owlicious turned his head upwards to the loft above them, where Twilight's bed was, and took flight. Twilight trotted up the stairs as she followed him, and found the bird perched at the basket on the floor near the foot of her bed. Above the pillow at the top, Owlicious looked down at the empty mattress and blanket before looking back at up Twilight. “Hoo!”

“Oh, you're wondering where Spike is?” Twilight asked, receiving a nod from her feathered friend. “Spike's not here tonight, Owlicious. He's over at Rarity's. He'll be back in the morning.”

Owlicious shrugged, flapping his wings and flying off of the basket. Twilight noticed that by moving his wings, he had accidentally knocked some dirt and leaves onto Spike's blanket. Twilight carefully lifted the blanket up with her magic and shook the mess off of the surface then kept it in the air a moment to inspect that it was clean.

Her eyes examined the white and orange checker pattern blanket, adorned with apples on the orange squares. It had been a few years since Spike had received this gift from Applejack, and Twilight had assumed it would end up facing exile in a closet with other things they had not yet decided to throw out. But Spike had genuinely appreciated his present and treasured it, just as he treasured all of his friends. It didn't occur to her every moment of the day, but she was so impressed with what a kind soul Spike had. No he wasn't perfect, and he still had to learn from his mistakes at such a young age, but she knew that his heart was in the right place at all times, especially with her. Whenever she was doubting herself, he was there to remind her of her past accomplishments. Whenever she was stressed about a conflict in her schedule, he would assure her that the world would keep turning, and she would be okay. His shoulder had been stained by more of her tears than she could count, and he had never once backed away from her (unless she specifically asked him to, which was not often). He was always there when she needed him... except for tonight.

Twilight closed her eyes and let the blanket fall into her right hoof. She brought it to her chest, right underneath her chin and held it against her body tightly, wishing that she was hugging him instead.

Is this what Applejack felt like when her brother was dating Cheerilee? Like a piece of her was missing? Is this just me being an overprotective “sister” or is there something else...? Twilight winced at the thought. No. No, I never felt anything like that towards him. We were close, but not that close. We were just experimenting with each other as friends... close friends. That's all.

Twilight breathed in deeply, trying to collect herself, when she noticed something about the blanket. She brought it up to her face, taking another whiff of the soft material, and then her eyes opened wide in surprise as she recognized the scent.

It... smells like him...

Twilight closed her eyes and inhaled once again, drinking in the distinct smell Spike had left on his blanket. It had a salty body sweat mixed with a fruity hint of the tigers-eye gemstone body wash that he used when he showered. The scent reminded her of when Spike was in her own bed, and she had her face in his lap, her lips wrapped gently around his throbbing erection. Her mouth would move downwards along his shaft, and she would take a breath to keep herself going, and with that breath, the smell of his body would fill her senses.

With her face buried in his blanket, Twilight felt her marehood tickle, her clitoris throbbing just enough to poke out of the top of her lips. She looked back and noticed the dock of her tail had lifted, exposing her privates to Owlicious on her bedpost. The owl thankfully had his back turned to her and was busy running his beak through his feathers.

Twilight quickly turned herself around to face him, her face feeling slightly hot. “Um, Owlicious?” She asked nervously, the owl turning his head back to face her. “Would you mind giving me a little privacy?”

Nodding, Owlicious jumped off of her bed and swooped down, towards the stairwell leading to the first floor of the library.

With her loft now to herself, Twilight leaped onto her bed with Spike's blanket in her mouth and laid her head back against her pillow. With her hindlegs spread and her knees pointed towards the ceiling, she used a foreleg to pull the cloth up over her muzzle and breathe in. That intoxicating scent overwhelmed her, and made her privates throb. Using a free hoof, she slid down her purple belly and pushed up between her legs, gently brushing against her mare lips.

“Ahh...” Twilight panted in relief, relishing in the tickle spreading through her loins. With the sensation slowly overtaking her body, the sense of loneliness little by little vanished from her mind, and she allowed herself to grin. She moved her hoof down, right above the crack of her buttocks, and touched the toe of her hoof against the bottom of her cavern, gradually sliding it upwards along it's crease. It began to excrete a bit of wet residue as she inched closer to her swelling button. She was tempted to touch it, but staved off for a moment. Twilight knew better than to rush right to the finish, otherwise the relieved feeling afterward wouldn't last as long. Just at the edge of her nub, Twilight brought her hoof back down, pushing against her lips with every upward stroke.

Twilight took another sniff of the material over her face, and her hips rose a bit off the bed as her mind was filled with the thought of her wonderful little assistant. Twilight admired Spike so much at times. Over the past few years, he had grown into a fine young dragon, both spiritually and physically. Twilight thought she had been imagining things the night he dried her eyes, when she thought he might have gotten taller. Since that night, whenever he was preoccupied with chores, Twilight would sneak up behind him and use her wings to compare his height to her own. She had discovered Spike had indeed grown a number of inches, and was now just a bit taller than her, even with the growth spurt she experienced after becoming a princess.

Wiggling her hips at the thought, Twilight wondered how much growing he had left to do, and how fast it would happen. What would he be like in a year? Or maybe three years? Would he be several feet taller, to the point where he had to crouch to enter the door? Twilight shivered at the thought, and held the blanket against her chest.

There she was, sitting at her desk reading a new textbook delivered from the princess, and scribbling some notes off to the side. She heard the knob of the door twist and open behind her. “Hey Twilight,” a deep, boyish voice called to her. “I'm home.”

Twilight recognized the voice immediately, and turned to greet him. “Welcome home Spike!” She said, as she looked at the dragon, tall and...

Twilight opened her eyes and turned her head to the side in thought. Actually, how would Spike look, I wonder? Twilight puzzled over the image of an older looking Spike while she kept her hoof rubbing up against her slick lips.

She remembered how Spike had looked when he had experienced the abnormal growth spurt during his obsession with gifts. While she had been impressed with his height, his body looked a bit... gangly. Like it wasn't proportioned right. Twilight hoped he wasn't going to look like that. Instead, she imagined Spike's body to be a bit leaner, specifically around his arms and legs, as well as his belly. But not too lean: he needed to have a bit of muscle on him. Maybe Spike would go through that phase where he felt a rush of testosterone, and started working out to compensate those hormones coursing through him. That way, his biceps would be a little bigger, but not too big, and his chest would have a sturdy definition to it. Oh, and he would have a hint of a noticeable six pack above his waist.

Twilight gasped as she thought of the possibility of that future Spike. She instinctively pressed her hoof into her caverns, feeling the toe stretch her out just a bit. Her arousal jumped slightly, but still left her wishing that hooves weren't so poorly designed for penetration. Pushing the tip of her hoof back and forth within the rim of her opening, Twilight's thoughts drifted back to her fantasy.

Twilight looked upon her tall, handsome dragon and pranced towards him excitedly. Upon getting close enough to him however, she noticed that he had quite a bit of dirt around his neck and face, as well as a few bruises on his arms and shoulders. Her smile gave way to a disapproving glare as she stared him down. “What are these?” She asked accusingly.

Spike let out a frustrated growl and rolled his eyes. “Got into a fight, no big deal. Heh, you should see the other guys.” He chuckled.

With a huff, Twilight levitated a washcloth towards him and wiped off the bit of dirt clinging to his scales. “Spike, every time you go hanging out with Garble and the others, you come back dirty and beaten. Those don’t sound like good friends to me!” She said as continued to wash him. “What were you even fighting them for?”

Spike reluctantly pulled his arm to the front, revealing the clawful of small, dazzling gems he was holding.

“Really, Spike? You’re getting hurt over a bunch of gems you’re going to eat and be done with in a day?”

“As if. Nah, these gems aren’t for eating. Look closer, Twi.” Inspecting the sparkling gems in his claw, Twilight noticed a thin string around each stone, and Spike pulled them up to show that all of them were hanging by the thread. “Ta-da! It's for you.”

Twilight gasped, stunned that Spike had taken the time to weave together such a gift for her. “Spike, that's so...no!” She stopped herself and waved her hoof. “No, you're not getting off that easy, you're still in trouble.” she reminded him, bowing her head so that Spike could ease the necklace around her ears and let it drape around her neck. “I do not want you regularly hanging out with dragons that beat each other over some... “ Twilight looked down towards the gems hanging from her neck, lifting the end
of her hair out from under the necklace. “...very beautiful looking rocks... understand me?”

They both looked at each other straight faced for a moment, before Spike began to smile, and his body trembled while trying to suppress a laugh.

“And what is so funny to you?” she asked him, her patience wearing thin.

“You're...” Spike chuckled, struggling to get the words out. “You're looking UP at me while you scold me!” Spike was unable to contain himself and busted out in a deep hearty guffaw.

Twilight rolled her eyes, a smile creeping up on her as well that she fought in an attempt to keep a straight face. “Hey, you stop laughing!” she exclaimed, her mouth twitching to keep from smiling. “I'm being serious!”

“Alright, alright. Sorry Twilight” Spike said, as the both of them calmed down. Spike looked down at her with his eyes half-open, taking in the features of her face. “That necklace looks really good on you.”

Twilight averted her eyes and grinned, while her hoof moved to her mane and brushed it nervously. Spike took a knee so he was down on her level, just like he used to be naturally, and extended a claw to the side of her face. Looking at Spike, with his chiseled jaw and his scales slicked back stylishly, she felt any remnants of anger melt away while she laid against his palm. The two moved in close until they met in the middle, and kissed each other softly, but remained in contact for quite some time. Once they parted, Twilight continued to look upon him, feeling her face flush and her behind wiggling a bit in excitement.

“So… you wanna screw?” Spike asked with a wide grin.

Twilight's jaw dropped over-dramatically. “You know, you've got some nerve, Spike!” She said to him shaking her head, trying to force her smile away but failing miserably . “I don't know what kind of mare you think I am, that I would want to take you to bed right after you've infuriated me and made fun of the fact that I'm shorter than you.”

“Hey, that’s cool with me.” He said, standing up to his feet and walking towards the staircase.

“B-but! Uh...” Twilight interrupted, trotting towards him. “I-I can tell you're not going to be able to think straight for the rest of the night unless you get it out of your system.” She offered, while he looked down at her with a smirk on his face. “I did have some studying to do, but I suppose I could put that on hold for y- yaaah!”Twilight yelped as she felt herself being lifted up off the ground, and into Spike's strong arms. Spike flashed her a suave grin, and Twilight laid her head against his shoulder as he carried her, up the two flights of stairs with ease. Her chest rose a bit as she sniffed along his shoulder, breathing in his powerful Earthy scent. While Spike climbed, Twilight lifted her mouth and gently kissed at his strong chin, until he reached Twilight's bed. There, he gently laid her down on her stomach, hindlegs hanging off the edge of her bed.

Twilight's haunches trembled as Spike was over her, his arms on either side and his nose pushed up against her neck, sniffing along her mane. Twilight closed her eyes and breathed through her mouth as he sniffed her, placing firm kisses across her neck and down her back. He raised his claws and gently brushed the sides of her body until he reached her waist. Slowly, tantalizingly, he drew the tips of his claws over the top of her buttocks, and gently scratched downwards until he was underneath her rear and gave it a loving squeeze.

Though Twilight's dock was raised up high, she kept the flare of her tail up against her winking lips, feeling its purple hairs tickle her. Spike moved his head down, on his knees and looking straight at her purple rear, and moved his face forward. With his nose pressed up against her tail, he would take a deep sniff of her. The feeling of his nose breathing against her winking lips would make her shiver. His thumb glided up underneath the dock of her tail, encompassing it within his finger. He slid his grip down to the middle of her tail and then lifted it upwards, giving it a sturdy tug. Twilight tilted her head back and let out a high-pitched moan from the pull on her tail, making her exposed wet lips pulse furiously in front of him, and her wings flare out to the sides.

“Ahhh...” Twilight cried out in lust, bucking her hips upwards. Since the two had first shared her bed, it had been Twilight calling the shots, Spike learning from her example and keeping up as best he could. He had improved significantly as time went on, but she could always detect a bit of hesitance behind his actions. The thought of a bigger, stronger and more charismatic Spike being so firm with her in bed sent her body into a frenzy. As she entertained the thought of Spike pulling up on her tail to look at her throbbing folds, she slid her hoof up and brought it into contact with her clitoris, pushing on it slowly. She leaned her face to the side, feeling her muzzle brush up against the radius of her stiffened wing.

Twilight gasped at the sudden exhilaration, the tingling feeling coursing from her passage all the way to her chest. She began to rub her hoof in circles to let the sensation elevated as it coursed through her body. “Oh-oh-oh-ohhhh... nnng!” Twilight forced herself to pull her hoof away from her clit. It throbbed and begged her to come back, but she was enjoying this fantasy too much to let it go so suddenly. She needed to milk this a little more, thus she returned her hoof to gently caressing her wet lips, winking furiously from her throbbing clitoris.

“Geez, Twilight,” Spike teased her, using his free hand to rub across her flank “How do you get this wet in such a short amount of time? You're such a horny little mare,” he mocked her, drawing his hand back and ringing it against her with a rather loud smack. Twilight's pushed her rear upwards and her chest sank into her mattress as the sting spread through her rear. She felt his palm gently rub where he had spanked, soothing the pain away, and then his lips pressed against it with a gentle kiss.

She felt his weight shift as he stood up and in a moment she felt something slide along the crease of her buttocks. It was long, rigid and warm, and she could feel it throbbing as it moved along her coat. She recognized the feeling. With her mouth hanging open, she looked to the side, underneath her wings, towards Spike. The dragon in turn twisted his hips to the side, and pointed his massive rod at her. Extending at an impressive eight inches, Spike reached a claw down and grasped his length, slowly stroking it up and down a few times. She could see it pulsing in his hand, and he began to squeeze it a bit from the bottom. Panting a bit, his efforts yielded a small drop of white fluid seeping from the opening of his erection. He moved his thumb up to the tip and flattened the wetness against his flesh, slipping it across the underside of his length.

Twilight released a high-pitched whine, the feeling in her loins surmounting at an agonizing rate. A bit of shame clung at her, as she was hoping that she could keep a shred of her pride about her.

“Tell me how bad you want it, Twi”Spike asked, keeping his shaft laid up against the side of Twilight's hindquarters.

“I want it… so bad...” she whispered.

Spike shook his head in a disapproving manner. “Come on Twilight, you can do better than that,” He lifted the hand that had been stroking it up to his face, and licked off the bit of wetness that remained on his fingers.

Letting out a whimper that would have even impressed Fluttershy, Twilight buried the side of her head into her mattress. She didn't care about keeping her authority as his caretaker over him anymore: she needed him inside of her, and she needed it now, or else she was going to lose her mind.

“Pleeeease!” She begged, abandoning any reservations of pride to the wind. “I can’t take it anymore! Just push it inside me, hurry!”

Spike chuckled deviously, moving his hand towards her folds and pushing against her throbbing clitoris, making her gasp once again. “That’s my girl” He said, giving her rump another firm squeeze.

Heclimbed up onto her bed, and reached his arms underneath her chest. “Alright, let's get you up into bed. There you go...” he said, as he lifted her up onto her knees, with her back facing towards him. He had to crouch slightly to get his length under her rear, and he moved his claws down to search for her lips and properly guide his cock into her. When his fingers located their target, he found that the gates were still wide open, pleading for their guest of honor to enter.

Spike pointed his length upwards, poking at the wet surface of Twilight's lips. She breathed in sharply upon first contact, and then mewled one it breached the outer rim and plunged deep inside of her. She pushed her chest out as she felt his shaft slip inside, stretching out her inner walls with its ascension. Twilight let out a jubilant groan once the base of his shaft pressed against her lips. The excruciating tickle had not subsided even a bit, but she felt better with her caverns breached, knowing relief was imminent. Twilight felt full; she felt warm, and safe as he throbbed inside of her. She wiggled her haunches with him inside and giggled while the feeling spread down her legs and through the toe of her hooves.

Twilight removed her hoof from her sopping caverns a moment, giving it a chance to rest. She sat up, and her magic took control of the pillow she had been laying against, repositioning it in front of her. She heaved herself forward, with Spike's blanket sandwiched between her chest and the pillow, and pressed her hindlegs together as the exquisite itch down below demanded her to finish what she had started. She pulled her legs up and repositioned herself, now straddling her pillow and keeping the cloth below her chin. With her wet folds pressing down on her hoof below her, she started to hump her pillow with the blanket overlapping it, while she directed her mind back to Spike.

Spike leaned his head against Twilight's shoulder, his shoulders pressing into her stiff wings. “Feel good?” He whispered, her mouth just an inch from her ear, making it twitch. Twilight nodded with her eyes closed, the corners of her mouth turned up. Spike lifted her forelegs up to her chest, and pushed his mouth against the edge of her ear to give it a bit of a nibble. He moved his face down and his mouth sucked gently on her neck, easing back a bit to pull just slightly. The tug made Twilight's mouth open again as she gasped, and on instinct, she moved her lower body up and down, her inner walls slipping across the shaft inside of her.

His free claw moved down below her stomach. His hand brushed across the small teats near her belly, grasping one in his palm and groping it firmly. He trailed his claws across the flesh of her breast until they reached her nipple, pinching it between his claws and tugging it outwards.

“Mm...” Twilight whimpered as she flexed herself up and down his length. She trembled as she persisted, her climax looming nearer and nearer, but her body growing too tired to move herself any longer.

“Want me to bring you home?” Spike asked in a hushed tone. Twilight nodded desperately. Wrapping his arm around her to keep her steady, Spike pulled his hips back slowly. Twilight felt the head of his length slip down and the fullness escaped her for a moment, until he thrust back up into her, and the feeling returned more intense than before. Spike kept his face buried into her neck as he worked his hips, plunging back and forth inside her.

“Yes... oh, yes!” Twilight uttered loudly, rubbing her hoof up into her lips and bouncing down on her soft pillow. She eased the toe of her hoof upwards and brought it back to her clitoris, making the sensation jump once again as she pressed into it. This time, she would not bring it away until she was finished. It would remain there, rubbing in quick and hasty circles and while she moaned uncontrollably, until the release she so craved was finally hers.

“Yeah, that's right,” Spike said as he pushed up into her. “Tell me how good it feels,”

“Ohhh, Spike!” Twilight screamed, still rubbing her button and humping her pillow. “It feels so good, Spike! You feel amazing in me! Mmm!”

“I love hearing you say my name,” He whispered, licking up behind her ear. “I want to hear you scream my name when you cum, you dirty little mare.” He closed his lips around her ear and pulled up just slightly as he thrust forward and swayed his hips, his throbbing mass shifting her hips as he moved.

“Ohhhh!” Twilight squealed louder than she ever had in her own bed, her back hunching over as she rubbed up and down her clitoris. “Yes-yes-yes, oh yes! Oh-oh... Spiiiiiiike!”

With her mouth wide open, Twilight felt a power spasm rocket from her loins and pulse through her entire body. It stretched out towards the toes of her hindlegs and back up to her chest. Her marehood shuddered, and a thin line of clear fluid ejected out onto the blanket sandwiched between her and the pillow. She threw her head up as she continued to scream his name, keeping her hoof pressed against her folds, letting the sensation overtake her completely. She felt another flood of wetness surround her hoof while the feeling continued to cling to her.

“Ahh...” Twilight sighed out happily, letting her neck relax. Never in her life had she felt an orgasm of this magnitude; not when she had first discovered masturbation, not when she has first lain with Spike, never. Every fiber of her being felt electric. Her body trembled as it began to settle down from the exhilaration that had gripped her for so long. Twilight's lips kept pulsing against her hoof, which was still compressed between her hindlegs. Her body was so on edge that she had lost the ability to force them open.

It was a struggle to calm her breathing, but once she had, Twilight yawned hugely. This was something she was unfamiliar with, feeling drowsy after an orgasm, as Spike usually did. But she wasn't opposed to it. It was already dark, she could easily go to sleep right now. Feeling no need to fight it, she let herself drop forward against her bed, backing up just a bit so that part of her head lay on her pillow.

With sleep looming over her, Twilight wiggled her head down, her face brushing up against the blanket that had stimulated her so much before. With the scent of him still invading her nose, she imagined that Spike was still there with her. That he was laying next to her after she had her orgasm, brushing her mane with his claw.

“Feel better?” he asked sweetly.

“M-hm” Twilight said, hardly any energy to even nod.

“Good.” Spike brushed his claw against her glowing face, and she shook her shoulders from the comfort of his touch. “Get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up in the morning.”

Twilight yawned again, and the last bits of consciousness left her, allowing her to drift completely to sleep.

“I love you, Twilight.”

“I love you too, Spike"

Author's Note

Hey, got this chapter out before my job started! And it has sex in it! hurray!
Thanks as always to karrakaz for proofreading and story-shaping. Hopefully I can get some more of this story out before the end of the year, but only time will tell at this point. Thanks for reading everybody