In which Spike discovers his spunk is magical, and so is he
“Remind me again,” Spike sighed as the train pulled into Canterlot. “Why we had to come all the way out here?”
“Ah told you,” Applebloom rolled her eyes patronizingly. “Zecora sent us. She said this here package had some super-secret special ingredient that the Royal Apothecary had to see. Right away.” Applebloom laid a hoof over the package cradled in her lap, a look of almost motherly affection crossing her face. Spike watched her for a moment before his frown intensified.
“Yeah, but, why do I have to come along?”
“Probably because this here ingredient had some… Aah… Adverse effects with your own.” Applebloom blushed deeply, and Spike mirrored her. She had been ‘harvesting’ him regularly for about a month now. Both she and Zecora were delighted at the plentitude of ingredients he could deliver to them, and as such his standing had improved immensely with both mares. It seemed Zecora had a relatively close professional relationship with Twilight as well, so his live-in quasi-sister occasional-lover was rather happy with his donation effort – If a little miffed that she wasn’t the one doing the harvesting.
All-in-all, it seemed, Spike branching out and exploring his sexuality had scored big brownie points with many of the mares in and around Ponyville. He was beginning to look at all of them in a much different light, and them at him. It had been a relatively awkward conversation with Applebloom in the aftermath of their first lovemaking session. He thought back on it with a slight chuckle.
‘So we’re not like, dating or anything, right?’
‘Hardly.’ Applebloom had scoffed. ‘Ah jes’ need ta get what’s in yer balls out. Iffen you ever wanta release some tension, you know who to come see.’
And that had been that, pretty much. They remained friends, much like Spike was with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, but now and then they saw fit to get down and dirty. Not unlike he and Twilight did every so often, when she wanted to test some new exotic spell out, or when she was in the mood to learn more about dragons.
Looking back, Spike was actually kind of pleased with the past month of activity. Reaching out to Applejack, Twilight, and Big Mac had opened so many doors, and they continued to open as the days and weeks went on. Spike had already caught several other mares – and even a few stallions – looking at him in a whole new light. A light that wasn’t entirely unappreciated.
Ponies began to jostle and get out of their seats, so he and Applebloom joined the flow getting off onto the crowded train platform. It took a little elbowing and more than a few muttered apologies before the two of them were finally on the streets and walking away from the train station.
“Phew.” Applebloom sighed and clutched the package tighter for a few moments. “Ah swear, ah’ll never understand how ponies can live all clumped together like this. ‘Makes me uncomfortable…”
“I like Ponyville a lot better, too… This place is too crowded.” Even on the sidewalk, there were still ponies walking about. They had to slither through and around groups or individuals, making slow headway towards where Applebloom had been instructed they had to go.
Spike’s earliest memories were of this bustling city, spent studying here with Twilight. But he had still been very young when they made the move to Ponyville. Many of his memories were muddled over with the haze of time, and what few he had were only of the sporadic visits to the city. Even then, they weren’t that nice. The most prominent memory was Shining Armor and Cadance’s wedding, which they had spent the majority of fighting changelings.
Now, getting jostled by passing groups, squeezing through the pedestrians, Spike remembered why he disliked Canterlot. The place was crowded. And the ponies were not very nice. Some of them roughly shoved past, their expressions set like they had somewhere super-important to be. Others gave the teenage dragon a wide berth, casting worried looks and disapproving glares his way. Thankfully, they didn’t have that far to go. Still, that short distance took them a half an hour before they reached a bright, gleaming building labeled ‘Royal Apothecary.’
“Hello?” Applebloom poked her head in cautiously, Spike close on her tail. “Anypony here?”
“Just a moment!” A frantic voice called out to them from somewhere near the middle of the foyer, but Spike couldn’t quite see who it was. Applebloom shoved the door open the rest of the way, giving the two of them room to slip inside. This place was quiet. Not country-road quiet or still-meadow quiet. It was library quiet. The kind of quiet Spike was rather thankful for, since it reminded him of home. He inhaled the scent deep before surveying the floor.
What he originally thought would be a very official-looking government building was instead a rather comfortably-appointed workspace. All along the walls were worn bookshelves with a multitude of herbology books. Applebloom’s jaw dropped at the sight. There were several tables laden with bubbling vials, intricate systems of tubes and apparatus, burners, potted plants, and other equipment. Spike saw just about as much sense in the whole system as he might have the similar equipment Twilight kept in the basement.
Applebloom, however, appeared to be in heaven. With a gasp, she rushed forwards, stopping in front of a bubbling apparatus. Spike stood back by the door, looking around for the mysterious voice. He could have sworn somepony was in here, and had just asked them to wait a moment… His frown intensified as Applebloom continued to stare in awe at the chemistry experiment.
“Applebloom,” Spike muttered, slowly following her towards the table. “Nopony’s here…”
“Uh huh.” She muttered disinterestedly.
“I mean we just heard somepony tell us to wait…”
“I hear ya,”
“Meaning somepony’s supposed to be here…”
“Eeyup.”
“But nopony’s- Applebloom?”
“That’s interesting, Spike.”
“You’re not listening to me.” Spike laid a claw on her back, turning her to face him. She blinked at him a few times before frowning.
“What’s up?”
“I told you, we heard somepony when we stepped in. But nopony’s here.”
“Think again!” With a flourish, a pony emerged from midair before them, causing both Applebloom and Spike to jump back in alarm. Grinning widely, the stallion clutched a cloak in his teeth, which Spike saw glittered mysteriously. He was a well-built stallion with a creamy coat, white mane, and a green sprig of leaves for his cutie mark. “Name’s Leaf Green! Welcome to the Royal Apothecary!”
“How did you turn invisible?!” Applebloom rushed forth, pacing a circle around the unicorn. “Ah didn’t know they had invisibility spells!”
“Probably because this wasn’t a spell. It’s a potion I rubbed into this here cloak.”
“A POTION DID THAT?!” Applebloom squealed with delight, snatching the cloak from the unicorn with an awed expression. She immediately began rubbing the cloth between her hooves, staring intently at each stitch, and even tasting the hem. Spike stilled his heart and fetched the package Applebloom had unceremoniously dumped at the building’s entrance. The two were chatting excitedly when he returned, so he just passed the package off to Applebloom and went to go browse the books disinterestedly.
It took the two of them about an hour to finally get to the cause of Applebloom’s meeting, but Spike was already engrossed in a book on the native flora of Saddle Arabia. He was reading about a very resilient bush that would take root near water. When the source dried up, the bush would shed its leaves, uproot, and turn into a tumbleweed until it was blown into a new source. He was reading another passage when Applebloom roughly shut the book in his face and yanked him towards the door.
“Wha-hey!” Spike grunted as Applebloom yanked him forwards, and he had no choice but to stumble along behind her.
“C’mon,” She muttered, turning up the street with him in tow. “Gotta find a place…”
“Place? Place for what?!” Spike fell into step behind her, so she didn’t have to pull him along any more.
“T’ harvest.”
“Harvest?” Spike perked up a bit. “Harvest what?”
“Whaddya think, Spike?” She shot him a look, a mix between indignation and sultry promise. Spike swallowed, following a little slower now.
“I thought you brought some.”
“Ah did bring some.” Applebloom turned her attention back to the road before them. “And he’s askin’ too many questions right about now.”
“Oh.” Spike blushed as he tapped her hindquarters. “This way.”
“Ah thought the hotel was-“
“No hotel.” Spike shook his head. “Twilight still has her old house from when we used to live here.”
“Oh.” Applebloom beamed. “That’s even better.”
“And further removed from anypony who might complain about the noise…”
“Whussat?”
“Nothing. Come on.”
The house was still empty when Spike arrived, but he knew how this sort of deal worked. A passing student lent them a bit of paper and a quill, so Spike hastily scrawled a quick note to Celestia on it before blowing a thin stream of flame across it. About fifteen minutes later, a guard arrived with the key.
“Clever,” Applebloom muttered as they pushed into the old home.
“Well, if I’d have known what you had in mind, I’d have brought the old key with us.”
“Yeah well ah thought we could just get by on my notes. Ah never thought Green Leaf’d ask for a sample. Let alone a fresh one.”
“Thank you,” Spike took the key from the guard, who hastily excused himself. The door shut behind them, leaving Spike and Applebloom alone in his old home. When he turned to face her, the devious filly had a smile on her face. A smile he was beginning to grow familiar with.
“Can we at least dust first?”
“Place looks clean enough.” Applebloom grinned as she pressed up against him. Spike noted that the home actually was rather clean. Somepony probably came and looked after the place while they were gone. Why Celestia hadn’t given it to somepony else after all these years was a mystery to him. Still, he couldn’t deny the eager pony pressed against him, nor his own desires. With a low, playful growl, he swept Applebloom off her hooves.
“Silly,” Applebloom cooed, kissing his neck as he carried her upstairs. “Ah cin walk, ya know…”
“You won’t be able to when I’m done with you.”
“Oh ho ho! A challenge?” Applebloom suckled on his scales, sending a shudder down his spine. “Ah accept.”
“Hmm,” Spike shouldered through the bedroom door, unceremoniously dropping Applebloom onto the well-kept sheets. She gave a soft ‘oof’ followed by a rather breathy gasp. Spike wasted no time setting in on her with his tongue. She spread her legs willingly, groaning as he began dragging the snake-like appendage up and down her wet slit. She was damp already, but not enough for what they had planned.
“H-hey now… Ah’m supposed t’ – ahn! T’ be harvestin’ you… Not th’ other way ‘round…”
“Shush.” Spike growled, massaging her thighs with his claws. “And let me have this at least.”
“Fine,” Applebloom laid her head back with a groan, her entire body shivering as he began circling her clit. “Jes’ hurry it up… Ah gotta catch Green Leaf b’fore he goes home…”
“These things can’t be rushed.” Spike rumbled, still licking her sensitive marehood. She began to ooze wetness, the combination making his saliva and her arousal dampen the sheets in a steadily-growing dark spot. His own arousal built to a head, and his cock emerged from its place slowly. He spared one claw to stroke the slender shaft, moaning as the pleasure began to course through him. Applebloom was writhing on the bed by the time he finished, and her pulsing hole was ready for him.
“Uhn!” She arched her back as he pushed in, driving himself to the hilt on the first thrust. She shoved a hoof in her mouth to keep from crying out too loud, as they’d had to do in the past when other ponies were close by. But not here, not in this home. Spike pulled her hoof away, encouraging her to cry out with another thrust. She did; a short, clipped cry that was cut off suddenly. He growled and thrust into her once more, eliciting another quick vocalization.
“C’mon,” Spike panted, settling into a slow rhythm. “You don’t have to hold back.”
“Ah don’t?” Applebloom grinned up at him. “Alright then… Hup!”
“Woah!” Spike gasped as Applebloom quickly kicked off of the bed, pushing him over backwards. They fell, scale-and-hide, until Spike was sprawled on his back on the floor, with Applebloom still wrapped around his shaft.
“There we go…” She huffed, hovering over him teasingly. “That’s more like it… Oooohh…” She settled down on him, gliding over the pink flesh of his cock until her wet lips plastered against his scales. She flexed around him, once, twice, each time making Spike draw a shuddering breath. “Now ah don’t hafta wait for your slow ass…” She lifted herself, drawing maybe half of his member out of her. “Ah cin jes… Go.” And she did, dropping her hips suddenly. Spike gasped as she landed on his pelvis, driving him all the way into her with ease.
They fell into a rhythm, Applebloom atop him, and Spike flexing inside of her. Applebloom was soon lathered in a thin layer of sweat, as she almost always was whenever they made love. She assured him it was a good heat he exuded, though the smell tended to get a little bit much if they went for long. Applebloom didn’t seem terribly set on a long session, though. Spike felt his release building to a head, making his vision swim.
“Applebloom,” He moaned, flexing harder inside of her. “I’m gonna…”
“Do it, Spike.” She moaned, dropping her hips harder and harder against him.
“D-don’t you need a vial or-MMPH!” He was cut off by Applebloom’s mouth plastering against his, even while she flexed around him. Spike let go his tenuous hold, pumping several thick spurts deep into Applebloom’s core. Relief flooded his veins, making him sag into the carpet with a soft sigh.
“There’s a good dragon,” Applebloom teased, flexing hard as she slid off of him. Spike watched as his cock flopped out of her, dribbling only a little bit onto his stomach. Most of his release remained inside of her, and she seemed determined to keep it there. Spike watched her step off of him, already heading for the door.
“Leaving already?” Spike asked, still riding his orgasmic high.
“Ah told you, ah gotta catch Green Leaf b’fore he leaves. Don’t worry, ah’ll be back in time for dinner.” She winked at him before leaving the house. The door slamming shut signaled Spike’s loneliness, and he sagged back into the carpet with a groan.
“Like a milk cow.” He muttered, content to recover on the floor for a few moments. When control returned to his muscles, he rolled onto his claws and made for the bathroom. With nothing better to do, he decided it was time to re-familiarize himself with the house.
Twilight had lived here most of her student career, since she was Celestia’s protégé and had been given the home on good faith she’d continue her studies. Apparently, Celestia kept it in her name after they moved to Ponyville, since he found no sign of anypony else’s belongings. The bathroom was bare of everything except a single threadbare towel and a still-wrapped bar of soap in the shower. The kitchen and pantry were completely desolate, and there weren’t even any dishes or pots and pans. The library was cleared out as well, all the books having been moved to Ponyville shortly after Twilight had agreed to live there permanently. All-in-all, the house had a very quiet, barren feel to it.
He had just finished exploring when a soft knock came from the front door. Spike furrowed his brow and went to answer, wondering who in the blazes could be visiting an empty house.
“P-Princess Luna!” Spike’s jaw dropped when he opened the door to the royal visitor. He hastily bowed low, his throat closing out of sheer shock.
“Come now, Spike.” Luna smiled as she slipped inside. “No need to be so formal.”
“R-right. Sorry.” Spike blushed and lifted his head, still wondering why Luna had taken time to come visit him. “I’m guessing Princess Celestia told you I was here?”
“You’d be correct. She had me come to check on you, to see how well you’re fitting in.”
“Fine, thanks. I-I was just visiting for a short while, though…”
“Oh? You’re not staying?” Luna cocked her head to the side, a look of curiosity on her face. Spike glanced over her slender frame, his blush intensifying.
“N-no, I’m just here for the night, I guess… Applebloom had to come visit the apothecary, and I accompanied her…”
“Aah, I see… We were wondering if Twilight was back or not.”
“N-no, she stayed in Ponyville. She wanted to come, but apparently there was a parasprite resurgence or something… I didn’t know, didn’t really want to stick around to find out either.”
“True, those little buggers can be awfully annoying.” Luna chuckled and looked around the house. “This place hasn’t seen use since Twilight left. That felt like so long ago…” Spike found it curious how Luna could think a few paltry years a long time after spending a thousand on the moon. He frowned slightly and followed her as she continued inside.
“Is there a reason nopony else has moved in yet?”
“Oh, we kept it for her… In case she ever felt like returning. We know she wouldn’t want to leave her friends, but… There might not be a time when her friends are around. If that day ever came, we didn’t want her to feel as if she didn’t have a place to come back to,” Luna ran a hoof over one of the tables in the library. “A place to call home…”
“That’s… Awfully nice.” Spike didn’t mention that it was also kind of sad. He knew Celestia and Luna lived for a long, long time. Spike didn’t realize that probably meant Twilight would, too. And with that longevity came the death of her friends. She would be alone in Ponyville before a century had passed. A thought struck him, then. Spike cleared his throat and stepped forwards.
“Luna, do you have many friends…?”
“I have a few,” Luna nodded. “But they tend to pass before we ever grow as close as, say, Celestia and I.” She seemed so melancholy in that moment, Spike almost wished he hadn’t said anything.
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be.” Luna smiled then, putting some of his fears to rest. “I enjoy my time spent with them no matter how long they last. In fact, it’s been some time since we spoke. How have you been, Spike?” Luna trotted to one of the couches in the library and happily sprung up onto it, getting comfortable. Spike followed her, sitting in a chair opposite. He wondered if she had the time to be chatting with him, but then again, the princesses probably had all the time in the world to do as they pleased.
“I’m doing pretty good, actually.” Spike began. “Things have been running smoothly in Ponyville. I help Applejack out a lot with her farm, and I’ve been reading a lot lately.”
“Oh? What do you read?” Luna asked, leaning in to whisper. “I find myself enjoying comic books a lot lately.”
“Really? Comic books?” Spike blinked. “I love comics.”
They chatted late into the evening hours. Spike came to learn quite a bit about Luna and how she was as a pony. It was odd how he never really spoke with her over the years, considering his ‘sister’ was a princess herself. But sitting in the old, empty library, chatting with Luna, he came to learn so much more about her than he had previously thought possible.
Luna enjoyed comics, reading, writing poetry, stargazing, and video games. Spike had only ever seen the latter in passing, but what he had seen interested him. Luna assured him she would introduce him sometime in the near future. Apparently there were some that could be played together, and Luna was excited to have a partner to test some new games out with.
Spike shared a lot about Ponyville and the happenings in the small town, which Luna was fascinated with. Ponyville was much different from Canterlot, in that everypony was much more kind, accepting, and less busy than they were around the large city. Luna’s days seemed to be filled with a lot of busy work, advising, and boring meetings. She assured Spike being a princess wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. At least, not in Canterlot. Even in the Crystal Kingdom, Cadance had things easier than Celestia and Luna.
But the time came when Luna had to excuse herself. “I have much business to do during the night, I’m afraid.” She admitted, stretching languorously as she slipped off of the couch. Spike watched her with another slight blush as yet another thought struck him.
Celestia and Luna were ponies, just like the rest of them. He found himself wondering if they had needs and desires; and whether or not those desires were fulfilled. Luna was very beautiful, albeit a little large. She stood taller than him, and while she might have been more slender, standing over Spike made him feel rather small. Not unlike a child yet again.
But Spike was no longer a child. He was very much grown with quite a few adult tastes, and following Luna to the front door was making those tastes come readily to the fore. She was so beautiful and mysterious, but not in the sense of ‘I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance of exploring that mystery’ and more of a ‘I’d love to learn more about that beautiful creature’ sort of way. Spike had to force himself to focus as Luna paused at the front door to turn and smile at him.
“It’s been lovely catching up with you, Spike. If ever you find yourself in Canterlot, please don’t hesitate to stop by the palace and visit a while.”
“That sounds lovely.” Spike genuinely smiled at Luna before she very suddenly wrapped him in a hug. He started a bit, but eventually wrapped his claws around her as well.
“It’s not every day a princess gets to say she has a dragon for a friend - let alone one as kind and engaging as you. Have a good night, Spike.” Luna smiled as she slipped away and out of the front door. She was gone before Spike ever even realized how badly he was blushing, or how painfully insistent his arousal was begging to be addressed.
As late as it was, Spike decided sleep was in order, but he couldn’t quite get any with his pink erection throbbing in need of attention, so he stretched out on Twilight’s old bed and resorted to curing the problem himself. He was very nearly done when Applebloom arrived, standing in the doorway with her mouth wide open.
“Uuh…” Spike paused mid-stroke, his cock throbbing in his claw, begging he continue.
“Wow.” Applebloom finally managed to close her mouth, albeit with a sly grin. “Y’all jes couldn’t wait fer me to get back, huh?”
“I, uuh… No, I guess not.”
“Well,” Applebloom shrugged out of what looked to be a set of newly-acquired saddlebags. She fished around in them before pulling a few vials filled with vibrantly-colored liquids out. “Ah’ve got a few things t’ help out.”
Spike groaned. It was going to be a long night.
Almost completely exhausted, Spike and Applebloom sprawled on the damp, abused sheets for some rest. Spike could have sworn he was too tired to do anything but snooze for about a day, but his mind was still incredibly active. And not just any sort of active, but erotically so. Maybe it was the aphrodisiacs Applebloom had brewed, or maybe the two and a half hours of sweaty, hot lovemaking he had just partook in. But either way, his dreams were filled to the brim with lots of erotic images and delightful sexual escapades.
And therein lay the problem. Spike knew upon waking he would feel nothing but shame for dreaming of Princess Luna in such a fashion. But he couldn’t help himself. Even the short conversation with Luna had made him feel like she was truly a friend, and more than that, that Luna was reaching out to him in a mutual need for kinship. She had been so sad at the mention of her old friends, but nobody really knew how long Spike would live, either.
His whole future was one big question mark. He might live half as long as any other pony. Or he might live ten times as long. For all Spike knew, he would live forever. Or he might die the next day. So, some small part of him took great joy in ramming his cock into a panting, eager Luna from behind. Because he either had the chance of accomplishing the same feat sometime in the distant future, or he would never get the chance before passing away.
“Spike,” The voice came to him through the haze of his dream, and he could easily have mistaken it for Luna crying out to him as he savaged her with his tongue. “Spike.” It came again, but not when Luna’s lips moved. Somepony was calling to him, somepony outside of his dream.
“SPIKE!” He jerked up with a gasp, coming awake very suddenly. Applebloom filled his vision, looking rather annoyed. “Y’all mind gettin’ that thing offa me?”
“Huh?” Spike blinked unevenly a few times before reazling his predicament. His cock had emerged, hard and ready, and rested against Applebloom’s side. He blushed and rolled away, taking it with him. “S-sorry.”
“Musta been one helluva dream.” Applebloom mused behind him. Spike just blushed and fought to control himself.
“Y-yeah, it kinda was…” The memory of his dream wasn’t helping his predicament either. He was rather surprised, then, when Applebloom forced him onto his back and straddled him. She grinned and leaned close.
“Mind showin’ me what y’all was seein’?”
Their visit to Canterlot terminated rather early that day. Applebloom re-visited Green Leaf, who apparently had been up all night compiling some notes. He passed them on to Applebloom, and then they were off. The train ride was quiet, as Applebloom was too busy reading through the notes to pay much attention to Spike. As soon as they returned to Ponyville, she immediately made for Zecora’s hut, thanking him for his help in Canterlot and the rather delightful sex romp they enjoyed.
Spike was glad to be back. He decided to take the rest of the day to relax and read. Twilight was gone when he came home, but there was a note explaining she had gone to Appleoosa with Applejack to handle a different parasprite problem out there. Spike just shrugged and picked a good book to curl up with.
Only he couldn’t focus on it. His mind continued to wander to the dream he had had last night, and his rather upsetting thoughts on the whole ‘mortality’ situation he had sidled himself with. How long would he live to be? It’s not like they had any other dragons to ask about the matter; they were all shrouded in mystery and fire. Equestria had a very less-than-friendly relationship with the dragons, and had kind of agreed on a ‘live and let live’ policy. Problem being Celestia and Luna had no information on how dragons grew up, or what to expect from him personally.
Spike had certainly matured around the same pace as other ponies, if his budding sexuality and growth were to be coincided with the Cutie Mark Crusaders. That thought alone brought a flush back to Spike’s cheeks as he remembered the new aphrodisiacs Applebloom had made, and their implementation just that morning. Still, soreness won out over arousal, and he was able to resist touching himself or making the hike to Zecora’s in an attempt to relieve himself.
But that didn’t stop his dreams. They returned in force that night, and it wasn’t just with Luna anymore. Twilight, Applejack, Applebloom, and even a few mares from around town entered into his dream. At one point, it was a mixture of four of them. He awoke stiff and eager once more, only this time with no Applebloom to help out. He had to resort to using a claw in the bathroom, which wasn’t entirely uncommon when Twilight was otherwise unavailable to help him out.
But the dream stuck with him through the day. Why was he just now having these dreams, and not two months ago when he first became sexually active? He found it hard to focus on cleaning, and going to Applejack’s to help with the harvest likely wasn’t going to help either. Then again, maybe Applejack would be in the mood and could help relieve some tension. With a groan, he realized Applejack had left with Twilight. And Applebloom likely couldn’t be bothered with it given how quickly she had left for Zecora’s yesterday afternoon.
No. Not today. Spike had to discover why he was having these dreams. So, with Twilight gone and no books on adolescent dragon dreams in the library, he resorted to the only one who could arguably be called the authority on such things.
Celestia-
Please give my next letter to Princess Luna. I have a favor to ask of her.
Sincerely,
Spike.
Spike exhaled on the parchment to send it off and began writing his second. A reply came to him halfway through the letter, promising him the next would be delivered straight to Luna’s hooves. He finished the second and sent it off, waiting impatiently for the response.
Luna-
I’ve been having some rather interesting and relatively concerning dreams lately. I’m not sure if you can help, but at the very least I’d like to discuss them with you. Could we arrange a meeting?
Sincerely,
-Spike
He waited for the next reply anxiously, pacing back and forth on the library’s main floor. The afterimage of his last dream still remained, filling his mind with provocative images of Luna, Twilight, Applejack, and plenty of other mares. He was gnawing his lip and contemplating solving the issue in the bathroom when the next reply came.
Look up.
“Look up?” Spike frowned at the singed parchment. “What the hay does she mean ‘look up?’”
“It means elevate your eyes, to look at the area above you.”
“Gah!” Spike jumped as Luna’s voice came through the window just above his head. Luna laughed as she swooped into the library, very nearly stunning Spike with how suddenly she had arrived. “L-Luna! When did you get here?!”
“You forget, Spike,” Luna shuffled her wings. “Ponyville is a few hours by train, but only a short flight away.”
“Right. Gosh.” Spike laid a claw over his hammering heart, which wasn’t helping the issue downstairs one bit. Seeing Luna again was rather detrimental as well. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, fighting to control the pressure against the scales that concealed his dragonhood. He managed to win, if only just barely. He suddenly felt very foolish for bringing this issue up with her. Luna was a princess! A goddess! He couldn’t tell her he was fantasizing about plowing her delicious pony plot from behind…
Could he?
“I, uuh… I’ve been having some dreams lately…” Spike managed to finally speak, though he did so with great effort. “And they’re… Well, they’re-“
“Spike,” Luna loomed up in front of him, crossing the short distance with hardly a whisper. Spike’s heart jumped as she suddenly filled his vision, her perfect eyes staring straight into his. She was smiling. “Trust me, I know.”
“Y-y-you what?”
“I know what sort of dreams you’ve been having. You forget once more,” She have a soft ‘hmm,’ sending a puff of breath across Spike’s lips. “I’m the Princess of the Night. I see all the dreams… Everywhere.” She leaned past his face, her lips tentatively brushing his scales as she whispered, softer than a breath. “I know what you dream.”
“I… I… I’m sorry…” Spike stuttered. He was losing the battle against his arousal. Luna was so close just then, her mane wafted past his face, teasing his scales. He could smell her. It was like a clear night after a heavy rain. She smelled like wet grass, earth, and flowers. It was a comforting scent, but it wasn’t doing anything to comfort his very painful needs just then. He felt like he would burst out of his scales if Luna didn’t back away sometime soon.
“Hmm… I’m sure you are, Spike.” Luna suddenly vanished, disappearing with a glimmer of magic. Spike sagged as he felt her presence disappear. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Thankful for the break but wary of where Luna had disappeared to, Spike glanced about furtively. Luan suddenly re-appeared, this time standing on the stairs. “Are you going to show me to your room, or what?”
“T-to my room? What for?” Spike had a sneaking suspicion he knew what it was for, but he wasn’t about to voice that suspicion. He didn’t need to. Luna just chuckled and ascended a few steps before pausing and looking back at him.
“So we can talk about your dreams.” And then she was gone again. Spike blinked as she disappeared, all but leaving him alone in the library.
Did he just dream? Was he hallucinating? What in the name of everything under the sky was going on? Was Luna really here, really addressing his dreams, the naughty visions of hot, sweaty sex he’d been having with that same pony? He swallowed apprehensively and mounted the stairs, wondering where Luna would re-appear next. She didn’t show herself until he stepped into his room, and even then she was right behind him. She breathed across the back of his neck, making him writhe and jump forwards.
“Gah! Luna, why are you-“
“In your dreams?” Luna teased, following him into his bedroom. She kicked the door closed, smiling deviously. “I was about to ask you that same question…”
“Luna…” Spike stood to his full height. When he wasn’t on all fours, he nearly stood as tall as her. He looked straight into her eyes, almost losing his train of thought in their mysterious depths. “Please. Tell me. Why am I having dreams of you? Why are you acting this way? Not that I mind, but I’d like to know…”
“Well, if you must…” Luna sighed and turned towards his bed, springing up onto it and sitting near the edge. She looked up at him with a suddenly-serious and rather mysterious look. “Do you know what heat is?”
“Are you talking fire heat or-“
“The sort of heat a mare gets into.” Luna cut him off succinctly. Spike swallowed and blushed.
“I’ll be the first to admit I don’t.”
“Well, you’re about to learn.” Luna smoothed the sheets on his bed with a coy smile. “Come here, Spike.”
“Uuh, sure…” Spike crawled forwards, somewhat apprehensive about approaching her in such a fashion. She beckoned him closer, until he was almost touching her. Luna suddenly opened her legs, baring herself to him. Spike had no choice but to look directly at Luna’s picturesque, beautiful pussy. She sported a very delicate-looking core, her pink lips glistening already. As he watched, Luna’s clitoris swelled slightly, peeking out of her labia at him. Her scent was intoxicating, filling his senses front to back. He could almost taste her with how pervasive and musky she smelled. His mouth salivated immediately, and he couldn’t possibly hold his member back any longer. It slid forth with an almost audible sound, dripping steamy pre onto the hardwood floors of his bedroom.
“Luna, I-“
“Aah,” Luna cupped his chin with a hoof, lifting his gaze straight into her eyes. “You can look, Spike. But you can’t touch… Not until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Y-yeah.” He panted. Her own eyes were half-lidded, looking just as lusty and needy as his own. Spike would give anything to please her, and that included his promise not to touch her. In that moment, Spike would do anything she asked of him, whether it rested in the realm of possibility or not. But he couldn’t help his cock. That was beyond his control just then. It jumped and twitched in time with his heartbeat, still oozing onto the floor.
“Good… Now look closely, Spike. Look at me.” Luna released his chin, letting his eyes immediately snap back to her beautiful vagina. She was so flawless, Spike couldn’t possibly compare her to anypony else. She was the very picture of perfection. Spike felt more drool build up, and he was forced to swallow it lest he drip onto her thighs.
“Do you see how my clitoris winks, Spike?” Luna asked. Her tone was breathy and high-strung, almost like she was fighting the urge to succumb to her own desires. But unlike Spike, Luna probably had thousands of years of patience and practice with her arousal. Spike only had two months of amateur introductions to the very basics of sex. He hadn’t even realized he spent the entire time staring at Luna, leaving her question unanswered.
“Y-yeah,” He breathed, watching with interest as Luna’s clit peeked in and out of her damp lips. He inhaled her scent again, determined to commit it to memory. He never wanted to forget this perfect moment.
“That means I’m in heat. Normally, I’d distance myself from ponies… Go visit a mountain somewhere far away.” She cupped his chin again, drawing his gaze up to her face. “But not this time, I’m afraid…”
“Wh… What’s so different?” Spike swallowed, downing another healthy load of saliva. Luna smiled at his question, stroking his cheek tenderly.
“You, Spike.”
“M-me?!”
“Yes, you… You see, I typically don’t have much of an impact on anypony around me. Or any dragon, as it were… In fact, I’ve met with you in the past and I’ve had no problems with my cycle. But this time around…” She drew in a shaky breath and let it out, her pulsing exhalation washing over her body to waft pas Spike’s face. “You had the dreams…”
“The dreams? You mean my dreams have something to do with-“
“With why I haven’t sequestered myself away on some mountaintop somewhere.” Luna affirmed with a nod. She cupped his face with both hooves now, pulling him a few inches closer. “When a pony dreams about me, Spike… Not when I enter into their dreams or when I send them suggestions… When a pony actually, truly dreams about me without my interference… I’m forced into that dream.”
“Y-you mean,”
“Technically, we’ve been fucking the past two nights, Spike.” Luna’s teasing smile sent a shudder down his spine. Spike swallowed hard, trying to control his raging desire, to fight the urge to shove her back and take her right then and there. He won, but only out of fear it wouldn’t be quite what Luna wanted just then. Instead, he let her hold his face, trying hard to keep from drooling on her flawless coat.
“L-luna, I’m-“
“Hard, I know…” Luna squirmed, her head rolling back as if in ecstasy. “I can feel you, Spike… I can feel the heat radiating off of it. Oh, heavens help me, I want it… But not yet… Not yet, Spike.” She grinned deviously at him, her nostrils flaring as her chest began to rise and fall deeply. “We’re going to do this my way.”
“O-okay.” Spike nodded enthusiastically. He’d do anything for her. Anything she asked.
“Up on the bed, Spike.” Luna patted the sheets beside her as she released his face. Spike obeyed, hopping up beside the princess. She rolled off of the bed, watching him as he slowly settled down. His cock was squished between the scales on his chest and the bed, but the pressure actually felt kind of good. He groaned as another flex pressed the pink flesh into the sheets, already oozing more hot pre. Luna watched him pant, a slight smile on her face.
“Does it feel good, Spike?”
“K-kinda, yeah…”
“Hmm. Alright, then. I’m going to grant you a favor, Spike. Take it with heart, because not many ponies have seen it in the past…” Luna finally slid up onto the bed, settling near the foot, well away from him. “I’m going to let you watch me.” She slowly spread apart; like a moonlily opening its petals in the moonlight. “But watch is all you’re going to do. You’re not to touch yourself or please yourself in any way. Understood?”
“I-I…”
“’I’ what, Spike?” Luna teased, her hoof trailing slow circles on her stomach.
“It’s really hard to resist… I feel like I’m so close already…”
“Well if you hold back until I’m done, I’ll give you a present, okay, Spike?” Luna panted as her hoof finally covered her core, grinding into her damp pink lips gently.
“Y-yeah.” Spike grit his teeth and fought the urge to stroke himself, not unlike Luna was doing to herself just then. Instead, he focused on watching her, enraptured with the entrancing, erotic display of her hoof working her dripping cunt over. Luna moaned and rolled her head in a slow circle as she alternated between grinding her hoof into her hole and flicking the very edge of it over her clit. Spike was forced to watch every single detail, his raging member doing its best to distract him with pleasurable and borderline painful flexes. He squirmed, trying to get comfortable, but all that did was spread more pre over the sheets.
The scent began to fill the air. Luna’s musky, earthy scent accompanied by Spike’s heady, spicy smell. Luna broke out in a flop sweat. Apparently the temperature in the room was already climbing. Spike wanted nothing more than to cum just then. He was lost in a haze. There were only two things on his mind: Reaching orgasm and pleasing Luna. When those two things contradicted, he was left in a rather uncomfortable predicament.
Spike lost. He simply could not hold back any more. Luna was reaching a fever pitch with her panting and hoof-grinding. Spike smoothly rolled onto his side, his throbbing cock springing into the air eagerly. It took him three strokes before he reached orgasm, panting hotly as his cum began to pump lewdly into the air. He heard it indent the sheets all around him, some of it landing on his scales with an audible, liquid noise. Luna, sitting opposite him, reached a climax of her own, if the sporadic breathing and loud moans were any indication.
Afterwards, Spike lay on his side, panting and groaning. He had upset Luna, let her down even. She had told him not to do what he had just done, and she didn’t look all that pleased about it, either. She rolled onto all fours and straddled him smoothly, forcing him to look straight up at her.
“Naughty dragon,” She teased, her tail falling to brush over his flaccid shaft. “I thought I told you not to please yourself.”
“Y-you did. I’m sorry.”
“Oh you will be.” Luna grinned, her horn glowing mysteriously. “When I’m done with you, you’re going to be very sorry…”
“I-I don’t want to get hurt-“
“Oh I’m not going to hurt you.” Luna leaned in, her tongue spilling out of her mouth. Spike’s own mouth opened from shock as she dragged a long, wet, sloppy lick over his chin. He hadn’t even realized a stray strand of his cum had landed there, and Luna had just licked it up. “Not in any way you won’t enjoy, at least…”
“L-luna-“
“Hush, Spike… I’m almost done summoning them.”
“Summoning?”
“Shh.” Luna’s horn glowed more densely as whatever magic she had been casting completed. Several bottles materialized in thin air, each one glowing mysteriously. Spike recognized them, his heart leaping up to say hello to his throat. “You recognize these?” Luna teased, waggling one bottle in front of his face.
“Y-yeah…”
“You ought to. A certain Royal Apothecary made them for me… It seems he had a recent influx of some very valuable ingredients.” Luna popped the cork on the first one, inhaling deeply. “Hmm, I swear, I can smell Applebloom still…”
“Luna… Please…”
“Please what, Spike?” Luna teased, taking another teasing sniff of the first bottle.
“… Don’t drink that one.”
“Hmm? Why?”
“I really don’t feel like sucking dick again…”
“… You’re telling me this concoction gives me a penis?”
“It gave Applebloom one…”
“I see.” Luna grinned at him before corking the bottle once more. “We’ll save that one for later, then… How about this one?”
“We should move to the shower for that one… Applebloom squirted like a waterfall.”
“This one?”
“That’s much better…” Spike nodded enthusiastically.
“What does it do?”
“It, uuh… Well, just gimme a taste and you’ll see.” Spike swallowed anxiously, praying she’d let him enjoy this. She seemed to ponder it for a few moments before shrugging.
“Open your mouth, Spike. Just a little.” He obeyed, and Luna’s lips pressed against his shortly after. He moaned into the kiss, and nearly choked when the potion flooded his mouth. Luna had poured some into her own mouth before kissing him, so he drank straight from her lips. The potion was sweet-tasting, and left a burn kind of like cinnamon on his tongue. The heat of that burn spread down his neck, into his stomach, and from there radiated outwards into his whole body. He inhaled through his nose as the potion took effect.
“Oh. Oh my…” Luna pulled away from the kiss as Spike’s cock immediately swelled forth, pressing against her stomach insistently. She looked down at it, her cheeks flushed as he oozed pre onto her coat. “That’s an interesting reaction… So hard, and so quickly… I wonder, does this potion make you last very long?”
“Almost a full hour with no blood loss…” Spike nodded, quoting Applebloom from the night before last. “And even then, it doesn’t tax me… I kind of just break even at the end, and I can take another.”
“Energy AND virility… Brilliant.” Luna chuckled as she looked back into Spike’s eyes, one of her hooves lifting to gingerly nudge his cock. “But let’s see how well you can keep pace with me.”
“AAHN!” Spike gasped as Luna very quickly and very suddenly took him into her. Normally, Spike didn’t feel much of anything when he was inside a mare aside from the wet and slippery texture of their delightful insides. But as Luna wrapped around him, her wet walls squelching as she took all of him, he could actually feel heat from inside of her. Luna wasn’t just as hot as him, she was hotter. A pony would likely be scorched, possibly even melted, if they attempted this. But Spike could handle it. It was such a new and welcome experience, one that made him cry out in shock and pleasure.
“Cry all you like, Spike.” Luna panted, already settling into a rough and fast pace. “Nopony can hear you scream. It’s just you and me.” She was bouncing atop him, riding his thick shaft with practiced ease. Nopony had ridden him like this before, not this well. Spike couldn’t stop himself as the second orgasm of the evening ripped through his senses, making him jerk spasmodically beneath her.
“Amateur,” Luna teased, still flexing as he pumped a thick load directly up into her. “I’ll teach you how to handle this yet.” She slid off of him, trailing a thick stream of creamy cum onto his stomach. Her damp lips dripped even more as she waddled up to his face, straddling his head. “Lick me.” She commanded, looking down the length of her slender, sensuous body. Spike felt as if he had just been issued a mandate from the very heavens itself. On its own accord, his tongue snaked forth, eagerly burying itself into Luna’s dripping snatch. He tasted the musky remains of his own cum mingled with Luna’s, and the hot heat of her searing fuckhole pressed in around his tongue from all angles.
“There you go, Spike… Clean me up nice and tidy…” Luna cooed, her hips gyrating as she veritably rode his tongue. Spike’s tongue had always been versatile, each inch under his perfect control. There wasn’t a mare yet he had made love to that didn’t love being licked by him, and he rather enjoyed the reactions he got as well. In fact, licking a pony out probably rode highest on Spike’s list of enjoyable bedroom activities.
But this… This transcended to a whole new level. Luna may have been taller than Spike, but she didn’t quite have as much girth as him. As far as muscles went, he probably could have overpowered her very easily. But Luna had a presence about her, not just one of royal entitlement that made her seem neigh-untouchable, she exuded power and confidence. Each word she spoke was nothing less than a simple command he had to follow else there would be consequences. And Spike was in the midst of paying for one of his disobeyed orders already.
Luna rode his tongue ruthlessly. She came several times, but that only meant more mess for Spike to lap up. One moment she would be grinding her glistening lips against his jaw, and the next she’d be bouncing on his tongue like it was his cock. She flexed and twisted in such a way that Spike could have sworn she was about to make his tongue cum. All the while, his twitching member sat straight up, throbbing in the air in time with his thundering heartbeat. Luna didn’t seem to care she was leaving him hanging; all that existed in that moment was her and her pleasure.
“Alright, Spike.” Luna panted, sliding off of his tongue. For the first time that he could recall, Spike’s tongue was numb. It slithered back into his mouth lazily, and he worked his jaw to relieve the soreness he had built up. “Enough cleaning. Let’s get dirty again.”
“Aah- OMPH!” Spike’s eyes flew open as Luna stuffed the second bottle of the three from earlier into his mouth. The liquid flooded his tongue and flowed down his throat, leaving him no option but to swallow or choke. This was the potion that had made Applebloom wetter than diving face-first into a warm summer pond. He had no idea what it would do when he drank it.
The answer became painfully clear. Luna grinned as his cock twitched, throbbed, and then erupted into several long, messy strands of steamy cum. Most of them splashed onto her stomach, dripping lewdly down to join the rest pumping out onto his own scales. Spike didn’t quite feel any pleasure, but the sensation of emitting so much through his dick was unique and rather pleasant. Even after the initial eruption, Spike’s cock continued to ooze lewdly, and thanks to the first potion, he was still hard.
“I think we really ought to move to the shower,” Luna wiped a hoof along her stomach, accumulating a thin layer of his cum. “We’re going to make an awful mess…”
“O-okay…” Luna hopped off of the bed, and Spike followed, albeit slowly as he had to cup his front claws in front of his cock to catch the dribbling cum. Even then, he left a trail of white drops into the bathroom. Luna cranked the showerhead on hot and climbed in before him, her mane matted down immediately by the falling water. Spike climbed in beside her, still oozing. He began to worry about dehydration.
“Let me see that,” Luna lowered her head, capturing the tip of Spike’s dick with her lips. “Hmm, tasty…” She muttered, her tongue lapping at the oozing slit. She continued to lick him, even as Spike panted and oozed into her mouth. The first potion kept him hard, and the second was making him effectively emit a constant stream of cum. Luna seemed determined to drink all of it up. She abandoned licking and was soon sucking him eagerly, plunging him deep into her throat with ease.
Spike had never been this deep in a mare’s mouth before. He had gagged Applebloom and Applejack a few times, and Twilight didn’t like giving him blowjobs anyways. But Luna appeared determined to take every last inch of him. The tapered tip of his dick pressed into the back of her throat, sliding even a short ways down. Luna worked her tongue around his shaft, adding her drool to the various other liquids circling the drain. Spike had no control over Luna. Part of him didn’t want any. She was masterful at this, a trillion times better than anypony he’d been with so far.
“L-luna!” Spike gasped, his claws grasping the sides of the tub. “I’m gonna cum!”
“On my face, Spike.” Luna released him with a spray of saliva, her hoof wrapping around him immediately. Spike didn’t exactly have any control over where he came, and much to his horror, the first jet of hot spunk shot straight into Luna’s mane. The rest spurted and oozed all over, falling anywhere from her cheek to the line of her neck. Luna was veritably covered with his cum when the orgasm passed, though he still oozed a tiny bit constantly.
“Hmm… I do love this potion.” Luna moaned, her tongue lapping up the thick strands that had fallen across her lips and chin. “Help me, Spike, my eyes are closed.”
“Y-yes, of course…” Spike wiped the edge of his claw over Luna’s eyelids, scooping out some of the built-up gunk. There wasn’t a whole lot, thankfully, and Luna blinked under the stream of water to clear her vision.
“That was brilliant. I dare say I’m going to have to get the apothecary to make more of these… I wonder if a typical stallion reacts this way?”
“I… I dunno.” Spike whimpered. He was still hard, and still oozing. Luna looked him in the eye before turning her attention back to his dripping member.
“Still hard… Well…” She glanced up at him once more before turning around. “You’ve done well so far… I think it’s time you got a little treat.” She flicked her tail aside, revealing her glistening hole to him once more. “Take your pick, Spike… Pussy or ass, you can fuck me as you’d like.”
“Erm…” Spike paused, his head swimming slightly. “Did you say… I could fuck you in the ass…?”
“If you’d so like.” Luna swayed her hips side-to-side, grinning back at him. “What’s the matter? Never done anal before?”
“C-can’t say I have…”
“Well…” Luna backed up a step, bumping her haunches against his erect phallus. “Why not start now? I dare say your cum could lubricate it well enough… It that doesn’t work, try drooling on it… It’s a tight fit.” Her tone was low and teasing, and Spike couldn’t possibly resist any longer. He laid his claws on her flank, lining the tip of his cock up with her tailhole.
“O-okay, here I go…”
“Spike?” Luna breathed, looking back at him.
“Erm… Yeah?”
“I’m not a fragile pony.” She backed up a step, sliding the very tip of his dragonhood into her ass. “When I give you permission to use my hole,” She stepped back again, sinking another two inches. “I expect you to fuck me.” Another step, another two inches. “Don’t you dare hold back,” Two more. “Don’t you try to go slow,” She was very nearly to his base then. “And don’t you dare. Fucking. Stop.”
Hilted. Spike was all the way inside of her now. He could feel each rigid bump inside of her, soft, but not like her pussy. The flesh was firm but pliable. Where her pussy was slippery and wet, her ass felt not unlike her throat. He could feel his cum begin to ooze a little more now, further lubricating his passage.
“Uuhn…” Spike closed his eyes with a soft moan, his cock twitching inside of Luna. “That’s… It feels so incredible… I… I’m gonna do it.”
“Like I said.” Luna flexed around him. Hard. Spike gasped and clutched her flanks, his claws digging into her. She didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it seemed to egg her on. She flexed again, bending him in ways he never imagined possible. “Don’t hold back.”
“UHN!” Spike’s first thrust hilted his scales against Luna’s rump once more, the impact reaching his ears with a wet, fleshy slap. Luna hardly flinched. If anything, she dribbled more wetness. It was hard to tell if the liquid coating the insides of his thighs was from the shower or the princess. After a while, he decided he didn’t care. He grit his teeth and plunged into her again, and again, and again.
Then Luna began to scream. Spike was savaging her tailhole, filling her with each inch of his slender dick until her backdoor was a cum-dripping tube of pony flesh. Luna’s front half fell to the shower floor, her mane swirling around the wet tub to mingle with the drool, cum, arousal, and water. Spike ruthlessly fucked her ass, his hips a near-blur as he lost sense of all decency.
When Luna came, it was with an ear-splitting scream of pure ecstasy. When Spike came, it pulsed out of her full asshole, joining the rest of the dirty liquid on the shower floor. And even then, he couldn’t stop.
They must have gone at it for forty minutes. Spike lost count of the number of times he came, but he knew it was only half as many as Luna. The princess stood in the midst of the shower, her entire backside flecked with stray stands of cum. Spike, many thanks to the potion, was only flaccid after the whole ordeal. Energy still filled his muscles, and the delightful scene before him still made his core burn with desire.
His ‘free hour’ was over. If he wanted to fuck Luna any more that night, it’d be on his own strength.
He groaned as Luna looked back at him, her rump glistening with shower water and cum.
“Look at this mess you’ve made, Spike… You naughty little dragon.”
“S-sorry…” Spike whimpered. He found it kind of difficult to tell if Luna was actually angry with him, or if she was enjoying the interesting reactions he had to the potions.
“Oh don’t be sorry, Spike.” Luna cupped his chin tenderly. “I rather enjoyed myself… That wasn’t quite the best I’ve ever had, but my goodness…” She rolled her eyes back as if in ecstasy. “It was damn close…”
“My thanks to the Royal Apothecary, then…” Spike curled his claw into her mane, tenderly pulling Luna close. She came, but hovered above him with a coy smile.
“I get the feeling we’d have been done long ago were it not for those potions…”
“You and me both.” Spike sighed, nuzzling into her neck. Luna raised a hoof to stroke his back, but after a few moments, she gave a soft ‘hmm’ of thought.
“Makes me wonder,” She whispered. “What that first potion did…”
Spike swallowed.
“Okay, the shower I can understand…” Twilight paced back-and-forth in front of Luna and Spike, almost like a teacher scolding two students. “But did you two really have to fuck on MY bed?”
“We broke mine.” Spike shrugged, grinning as Luna giggled beside him.
“Great,” Twilight rolled her eyes. “Now I’ve got two beds to repair and a shower drain to unclog.”
“Good golly, you two.” Applejack shook her head. “If ah’d have known Applebloom could cook up somethin’ like that, ah’d have had her make me a batch, too.”
“I get the feeling you don’t want a dick, Applejack.” Spike muttered. The orange farmpony just grinned at him, tipping her hat forwards.
“Is that a challenge, mister?”
“Easy, both of you.” Twilight stepped between them. “We can explore the intricacies of dragon semen in brewing later on… Right now, I’m more interested in something else.” She stood in front of Spike, frowning at him. “You’re not the only one who’s had dreams about Luna… I’ve had them myself.”
“She said you did.” Spike glanced between the two princesses, who also shared a look. “What’s the big deal?”
“Well,” Luna scratched her neck as if from embarrassment. “I may have forgot to mention that, typically, the dreams only happen with ponies who have great magical power. I need magic in some form or another to communicate with ponies in their dreams, and ponies of all sorts have at least an inkling of magic inside them. Pegasus can fly and manipulate the weather, earth ponies can grow plants and harvest the fruits of the soil, and of course Unicorns have their spells and telekenisis…” Luna fixed her gaze on Spike again.
“I can speak and enter into the dreams of ponies much easier the more magical power they have. And, in some rare cases, ponies with great magical power can call me to their dreams, like Twilight here.”
“Okay… So how do I fit into this?”
“Spike,” Twilight sighed. “You called Luna to your dream. She came to you from Canterlot during her heat because you’ve been having those dreams about her. Just like I’ve had those dreams about her. Just like all those ponies with great magical power have done in the past.”
“Oh. Oh!” Spike realized in a flash. “You’re saying I have some sort of great magical energy in me?”
“Exactly.” Luna and Twilight shared a look, both of them caught halfway between concerned and intrigued.
“Spike,” Twilight whispered quietly. “I think it’s time we all went to Canterlot, and had a closer look at something.” She lifted his chin to look straight into her eyes. “I think it’s time we learned why you haven’t grown wings or gone off to take a century-long nap.”
