Spike's Dirty Little Secret
The baby dragon moaned in happiness as the thick liquid covered him, cream-colored and sticky. It smelled of vanilla, and a hint of hazelnut, perhaps. Spike thought it was a nice touch.
The liquid seemed to never end its raining down upon him, like a sweet, sweet waterfall that never stopped flourishing. A taste, small, but enough to satisfy him, sneaked into his mouth. At first he was absolutely shocked; then he played with the silky liquid with his tongue a little and let it pass. The texture was amazing, and it tickled his throat on the way down. He closed his eyes in pure bliss.
Another rogue stream of the liquid aimed at him like a dart, but he evaded it in hopes of savoring the sweetness for a later time. His tail straightened in pleasure when he was just a second too slow and it hit him square in the mouth. So much of it danced around in his puffed cheeks that he swooned, grabbing for the nearest object to grab hold of. "Oh... Woah!" Spike exclaimed.
It seemed this waterfall, this cascade of serenity in liquid form would never seize to flow. Spike knew where it came from, of course, and made sure to supply plenty of it before beginning his descent into bliss. One could never be too careful when it came to events such as this.
What suprised him the most was the purity of the liquid. He didn't expect it to be this soothing, this intoxicating.
Spike couldn't contain his instincts any longer. He opened his mouth as wide as it could go and leaped into the epicenter of the storm, the eye of the hurricane. This was the "special spot" on the waterfall; the tiny area where the liquid rained down on him the hardest. As it entered his mouth, he also noted it was the creamiest.
"So... Amazing..." He moaned. The liquid was all over his scaly face.
Suddenly he felt a tightness between his legs, and the dragon clutched himself in fear. "No! Not here!"
He tried to find a safe place to hide, where he wouldn't contaminate the sweetness of the creamy liquid that flowed freely. But all there was visible was cream-colored goodness. Spike almost wanted some more of it, just another taste to remember it by, but the pain between his legs grew and he squealed without knowing it.
Spike ran as fast as he could in one direction, but after only a few seconds of running he realized he was not going anywhere, not making any progress in the slightest. So he turned and headed in the opposite direction, where he made the same realization. So he turned again, with the same results. So he turned towards the only direction he hadn't tried yet. No different then the last three times he attempted to escape this land of bliss and beauty.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna... No! I've gotta... Get somewhere else...." Spike felt the pain growing, pricking at his legs like pins. "I can't... Do it... Here!"
The pins hit every nerve on his tiny legs, and combined with the almost intolerable burning below his torso and the hot flashes on his body, Spike felt like screaming. The sticky substance covered his idle body and hardened slowly, and before lond Spike found he had to go through some difficulty to move his erect tail and burning legs.
The baby dragon wanted it all to go away- to be released.
He screeched and bolted, not caring which way he ran. Every time a foot hit the ground the area between his small legs throbbed wildly and sent a lash of pain to his tired nerves. He couldn't do this forever- he had to let it out. Now.
Spike couldn't take it anymore. That mesmerizing, glorious liquid would have to wait.
He screwed up his eyes, took a deep breath, an-
"SPIKE!"
Spike jumped and rolled out of the bed, landing with his tail high in the air and his head resting on the wood floor. His brain spun; what just happened? One second he was in that beautiful land of silky smooth waterfalls and the next he was-
"SPIKE! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?"
Twilight's angry voice rang in his dizzy head and the dragon struggled to get to his feet. He noticed the pain between his legs was gone- that was a plus. "What are you talking about, Twi?"
An angry unicorn stomped into the room, her mane practically on fire ("A mane on fire," Spike laughed to himself, "how could that even be possible?") and her eyes ablaze. Every step she took it seemed that there was a miniature earthquake that rocked the library.
"Spike, what in Equestria do you think I'm talking about?!" Twilight snarled. She levitated Spike's bed over to them and lifted up the sheet.
Spike gasped at what was in his bed; thick, creamy liquid, with a vanilla tint, and some clear liquid with the slightest tint of yellow.
"Do you have anything to say to this?"
Spike was still trying to figure out what either of the entities were, so he didn't.
Twilight grabbed a nearby stick that hung by the open window, then used one end to swipe a sample of the white stuff. She lifted it to her nose, sniffed, then watched as the sample dripped down in a steady flow, like from a faucet. Twilight examined the drops on the floor and quicky cleaned it with a nearby cloth.
"Ice cream."
Spike sighed in relief. But if that was ice cream in the bed... And in the dream... What was the-
Twilight Sparkle didn't even have to do anything to find out what the yellow liquid was. "Spike, no more ice cream before bed. We don't want you talking about your potentially inappropriate dreams to the entire town." With that Twilight huffed and went back downstairs to wash the soiled bed.
"How did she know about the dream?" Spike asked himself aloud.
He shrugged. That would be a project for later. For now, he grabbed one of Twi's scrolls, a quill, and headed out into a secluded park. There he sat down by a river, leaning on a willow tree, and wrote sad love poems to his dear love, ice cream, in hopes that he would see her again. One day.
