Anti-Climax

I was pleasantly surprised that my fic was so well received. Thank you everyone, very much, and as promised, I'll be putting more work into this one.

NOTE: These are all my own made up laws for the magic of the characters. They're based on scientific ideas.

ANTI-CLIMAX
BY THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON

How'd you get so big?
How'd you get so strong?
How'd you get so hard?
How'd you get so long?

-Ruiner by Nine Inch Nails

CHAPTER ONE: ENTRANCE EXAMS

Spike was unable to determine whether he should be scared, or excited, so he became a little of both. Spike panicked as he heard Twilight open the door. What would he do? How would he hide this? He noticed a stack of books that looked like they weren't in use. He quickly hid behind them, tossing one book off the top so Twilight could see his face.
“Pinkie Pie agreed to aid in my research,” Twilight Sparkle said happily.
“Oh, good...” Spike murmured.

He tried not to let his face betray his mind. Was she referring her cover research, or what was secretly studying? Either way, Pinkie Pie's involvement didn't make it any clearer. But his thoughts were interrupted as Twilight approached. She was sure to walk by and she would see his lance, hailing her arrival. The only thing he could think of was to utilize the stack of books in front of him.

He opened the book that level with his boner and pushed it inside the pages. It was uncomfortable, and fear of a paper-cut on his organ made him cautious as he picked up the stack of books, bracing against his body to paint the illusion he planned to move them.

His staff was trying to decide whether it should be encouraged by the fact that it might be revealed, or turned off by the discomfort of the pages around it. Twilight looked at him curiously.
“You were... done with these weren't you?” Spike asked, shifting and wincing a bit, “I was going to put them away.”
“Oh, okay. Can you take these as well?” She levitated to large books over his stack.
“I...” he began, but she dropped them on top of his books.

He bit his tongue, and the books covered his face, so Twilight could not see it contort in agony as he hopped uncomfortably over to the shelf and put the books away .When he reached his erection, it was shrinking back inside him, turned off by being flattened and he cooed to it like a baby until it had retreated fully.
“What's taking so long?” Twilight asked, looking up at him.
“N-Nothing... just a stomach ache,” he said, which was true as the pain made its way into his abdomen.

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Spike would have opposed the idea of Owlowiscious taking his job for the day, but after he lay down and groaned for awhile, he had no will to get up again. He closed his eyes and decided to get some sleep so that he could stay up tonight and take a look at Twilight' notes.

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Spike rubbed his eyes sleepily and placed the notes back in the file where Twilight kept them. He knew that it was already way past his bed time, and if he stayed up much longer, he would pass out on the floor. But he had learned some more about Twilight's studies and he had begun to wonder if Celestia knew about them. He couldn't imagine she'd be very happy with the thought. He found that Twilight had originally become interested in these sexual subjects because of him. One morning, he had not been careful about his midnight dreams, and had left his blanket out in the open, stained with his seed.

She had found it while he had been making breakfast, and, that night, had done all sorts of tests on the foreign substance that he had ejected from his loins. She of course, did not know this until she had begun reading the sexual books she had once overlooked because she didn't feel comfortable reading them. She was never interested. But now she was more than a little intrigued, and was no longer shy.

But there was one last bit of information that he was a bit wary about, and so he took the book it referenced and the notes to his bed. He could stow them away under himself, and make sure to be careful in the morning. The book itself was called “Sexuality of the Common Dragon,” and the notes were what Twilight had discovered his seed had been made up of chemically.

He wasn't too eager to know what the substance that was forced from his body was made of, but he wanted to know what Twilight thought since the notes had shown great interest in his testicles. Once again, he supported a short arm salute as he read her notes, and it waved back and forth as he waddled uncomfortably up the stairs and then got into bed. He didn't bother with bother with being discreet, Twilight was fast asleep. He opened the book and began glancing over the notes.

He found things he was a bit unsettled knowing, but he kept reminding himself it was all part of nature and there was no reason to be uncomfortable with being natural. Twilight had certainly tested the hell out of his sperm and had seven pages of notes simply about its make-up before he got to her personal thoughts. He had mainly skimmed the make-up, so he went back to see what she was talking about when she mentioned magic. Apparently a dragon's seed, being that it was a part of the full being, carried a bit of magic in it. He referenced this to the book, which revealed that everything that left a dragon or unicorn's body was magical to some extent, but common things such as saliva or sweat had a very small amount of magic.

This magical release was mainly to help contain the power of the creature that it came from. Apparently certain things like heat could affect the volatile nature of magic. Sweating not only cooled the body was used as an easy way to let out some magic, so that the being could continue to control their magical abilities. Magic was like life, and it was affected by everything around it. As a result, he found that his sperm were charged with a special type of magic. Like a living creature, the magic needed to reproduce, and while genealogy and D.N.A. make up, it was more easily passed on by its own means. His sperm carried life of new magic.

The book spoke that a dragon's seed was not only the seed of a new life form, but of magic as well, and carried its own personal make-up, which had yet to be understood. As far as everyone knew, there was no rhythm to what abilities were passed on, and what abilities were stowed away for another generation (if that was how it all worked). A dragon's seed was highly valued, not only for creating new magical beings, but in the black market as well. The dragon's seed was probably the rawest form of pure magic. It could be used to bring some magical ability to an otherwise regular being, or even super-charge a magical being's powers.

He closed the book. His mind was blown. He figured magic was something totally different from science. But the two seemed to go hand-in-hand. Either way, it was a bit too much to comprehend at the moment and he was tired. He decided to go over Twilight's personal thoughts-- since he'd stopped short to figure out why magic was mentioned-- before he went to sleep.

Her thoughts were as he expected, clouded by scientific blathering. He could feel the awkwardness behind the words, the fact that she was a little embarrassed, but she was trying to cover it with science. She was trying to ruin the fun part, really. He never got off to stroking himself solely. He was always thinking of something sexy (sometimes Twilight), and when he became distracted, his boner became disinterested.

His brain suddenly began to wonder as he read a particular part where she was trying to think of ways to harvest his sperm for more study, and perhaps personal use. Why doesn't she just cut the science and fuck me? The idea elicited a throb from his loins. It was so raw and a bit disrespectful, but it was what he wanted and she seemed to want it to. Mutually beneficial. She could study the shit out of it after she balled him until his liver exploded. It seemed a bit more fun that way.

But he pushed the thought away. What's gotten into me? He normally wasn't this rude and blunt about sex with anyone. He supposed it was because he was extremely horny at the moment. He wanted to run to the bathroom and take care of it, but he could only slip the notes and book under his bed as his eyes decided to close shop for the night. His penis throbbed once, but his body sent it a “shut up” impulse and told it to wait until the conscious part of Spike was gone.

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Spike awoke with a tingling sensation in his lower region. He vaguely remembered the feeling of something passing out of him, and his hand which had been lying near his hips was wet. His genitals were also cold. He looked down and found his cock quickly retreating into him, and the almost gel-like, clear substance on his thighs, crotch and one hand told him he'd came just a minute ago. He then suddenly realized that his blanket was gone.

That's why he was cold. It had been kicked off or something and the cold morning air was causing his sperm to decrease rapidly in temperature. He remembered reading that sperm died in certain temperatures, and almost started to panic as he thought of his small magical soldiers of transport, dying with their precious cargo. But he reminded himself that his body should already be at work, producing more.

He sat up and noticed his blanket was not around him. He had not kicked it off. It had disappeared. He looked to Twilight's bed and found it empty of anypony. He went downstairs and found her in the kitchen, washing her hooves. Strange, but he supposed, maybe she'd gotten something on them.
“Twilight, do you know where my blanket went?” he asked.

She turned and began drying her hoof, not meeting his gaze, though she rubbed at her eyes as though she had something in them. Probably rubbing sleep from them.
“I put it in the wash. You must have spilled something on it,” she said casually.
His stomach tightened at her words. Oh please, Celestia. Don't let her know what it was. She looked up at him, now that she was composed, and her eyes seem to shine knowingly.
“Oh, okay...” he said slowly.
“I'll have Owlowiscious fix breakfast for us, you just go and sit on the couch or something and take a rest,” she said, smiling at him.

He nodded and headed out of the kitchen, though once he was out of there, he quickly ran to the clothing hamper. He dug through the various dressed and pieces of clothing that Twilight wore occasionally but found no blanket. He was confused, until realization struck him and he went down to the basement, where Twilight's lab was. Inside he found his blanket, on a table, and it seemed that the table was set to begin some test on it.

His fears were realized as he heard hooves clopping down the stairs and he turned from his blanket to see Twilight, who saw him in turn. She stared at him for a moment before she closed her eyes, and spoke in a voice that sounded almost disappointed.
“Ah, Spike. I see you saw through my cover. Well, there's something I need to speak to you about.”
Spike was unable to determine whether he should be scared, or excited, so he became a little of both.

Once again, another teaser chapter for anyone who wanted clopping. But, clopping will come in the next chapter, when Spike finally gets a piece of some pony.