"You're like a brother to me..."

by Methionine

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Slice of Life
Length: 6318

With most of their friends away, Spike and Twilight take a weekend off to enjoy each other's company. What goes on behind those closed curtains is anyone's guess.

Spike and Twilight have always been close but lately they've been spending more time together and Twilight speaks to him with more warmth in her voice. Few could have imagined the depth of love that had grown between them.

With Applejack at the Canterlot Rodeo, Rarity assisting Coco Pommel in Manehatten, Pinkie and Rainbow Dash visiting a Wonderbolts show in Las Pegasus and Fluttershy giving a lecture (to Twilight's slight jealousy) at the Canterlot University's natural sciences department, the unicorn and dragon are alone for the weekend. Stocked up on food, quills and parchment, there's little reason for them to go out.

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Containing: futa, some sounding (sort of) and public lewdness.
Cover art is by Clopper-Dude whom this is written for and dedicated to.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-04-28 09:50:01 UTC

Friday

"Oh now, darling, there must be something I can say to convince you to come with me!"

Twilight Sparkle rolled her eyes but the smile never left her lips. How many times along the way had Rarity made her objections? The first time had been the hardest; listening to her going on about the evening gatherings, the glitz and glamour of Manehatten. Knowing her parents would be there taking in the shows brought on a wave of homesickness and the mare almost relented and agreed.

But then she looked to Spike who offered one of his little smiles and it wasn’t quite as bad; he was like a little piece of home that would always be with her.

"I think I can survive one weekend without you girls." And that was all it was.

"But it's not just one or two of us!" Rarity took hold of Twilight, looking intensely into her eyes. "Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash are at that Wonderbolts rally all the way out in Las Pegasus; Applejack is sure to take the blue ribbons from the Canterlot rodeo; Fluttershy is... Well, it's still a little difficult to believe she's lecturing at Canterlot University." Not least of all being the massive lecture hall she'd be in, Twilight thought with some measure of envy. "And I simply must see the excellent work Coco Pommel's been doing. And don't fret, darling, I shall give your best to your parents."

The longer Rarity went on the more Twilight became aware of how divergent many of their interests had always been. So much so that getting any work done could sometimes prove difficult if not impossible. Really, a chance to spend some time going over notes, studying some extra texts and finishing off a few experiments was welcome! Spike being there with her would just be a bonus. Nothing more.

“I promise, the next time something comes up I’ll be right there with you.”

The embrace that Twilight was pulled into caught her off guard suddenly but the warmth and gentleness with which her friend held her was undeniably comforting.

“I’m going to hold you to that!” Rarity whispered loudly and broke the hug, adopting a mock stern expression. “Now make sure you don’t spend all your time inside with those dusty old tomes. Eat, go out, have fun!”

“Why don’t you get a sitter for me, mom?”

Twilight almost reeled at the way Rarity’s eyes shone upon hearing that remark. The unicorn hopped from her and promptly turned to Spike who stood to attention.

“Spike, I am charging you with ensuring Twilight properly eats and makes time for herself, do you understand?” Rarity gave a sly grin and a flick of her eyes to her friend before continuing. “If you have to lock her out of the library, I am offering you my home to ensure she relaxes.”

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t get any work done!” The dragon proudly proclaimed, extending his arms around Rarity as she leaned in to hug him.

“Spike!”

“Ohoho, Spike,” Rarity interrupted Twilight, “I’d hate to think of you taking all of Twilight’s time.” The hug was broken and she sat back onto her haunches, placing a hoof on her suitcase. “But I have heard Chez Hay is playing host to a guest chef this weekend. I’m sure even Twilight wouldn’t object to an evening’s fine dining.”

A knowing wink passed between Rarity and Twilight who, glancing between Spike and her friend, wondered just what was going on.

“Thanks, Rarity.” To Twilight’s great surprise, the dragon somehow maintained his composure when Rarity levitated her suitcase and leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Never let it be said that I do not do all I can for my friends.” Her smile turned wan as she turned and put a hoof to Twilight’s shoulder. “And now, darling, I must bid you both adieu. Do try to enjoy yourself; I know I shall.”

The three friends parted their ways there; Rarity took her case and sent it floating before herself as she climbed the stairs of the carriage. Dragon and alicorn stood waving to her as, with a toot and a whistle, the train began its slow departure from the station. The last of their little circle had departed, leaving the two alone in each other’s company.

“Alright, let’s go, I’m starving!” Just like that, Spike hopped onto Twilight’s back and throw his clawed hands around her neck to clasp just above her chest.

In spite of herself, Twilight’s heart skipped a beat at the gentle touch and the mild rebuke she’d been ready to offer for him spoiling the moment was lost in the warmth that rose to her chest. She turned from the platform and slowly made her way off, reflecting on how often that had been happening as of late.

It was impossible to pinpoint the exact time it started; one day she looked at him and realised he wasn’t quite the baby dragon he’d been. He was getting older. They all were, really but it was more evident with Spike who didn’t fawn over Rarity as much and just so happened to spend more time around the library, sometimes doing some reading or even taking an interest in Twilight’s experiments.

Still, not so large that he couldn’t ride around on her back and sparing a look over her withers at him, Spike smiled at Twilight in a way that made that warmth in her chest return.

The town felt.. smaller, without the rest of the girls around. Walking through the centre, past the fountain, Twilight looked first to Sugarcube Corner and then the market where Applejack would normally be standing over her stall. All regular places she might call to in the course of her days, sometimes seeking nothing more than a chat with her friends. Without them here, it was if her whole world was just the library.

Funny to think now that once she scorned even the idea of living in a backwater like this. A backwater! Just because it lacked a university like Canterlot and had a more relaxed atmosphere, it couldn’t hold anything of value.

Mrs. Cake set a tray down on the table a couple of patrons were sitting at; the mare smiled widely at them, saying something Twilight couldn’t hear over the chatter of the crowd. The four laughed and, still smiling, the mare made her way back into the building to tend to others. Twilight caught herself smiling, too, reflecting that there was also the time she never thought she could so easily share in the joy of others.

Coming here to Ponyville, making the friends she had, had been more than worth the initial minor annoyance. And that was it - she had more friends than just the girls. Her world had grown since the day she arrived here as others became a part of her life. It was a slow process, getting to know ponies but there was a joy all its own in doing so.

“Something wrong, Twi?”

Shaking her head, Twilight realised she’d stopped and Spike was peering about her neck.

“Hey, why don’t I make you some daisy sandwiches and a meadow salad? Then you can get right on that… uh… report!”

She had to smile at his attempt at cheering her spirits; not that they really needed buoying that much.

“Thanks, Spike but I think I’ll just read some more of Dawn and Dusk.”

It would mean the chance to just sit with him, enjoying some simple company. Her world had grown but it had always had a few constants: her parents, Princess Celestia, her brother and Spike. Having him here was grounding, a reminder that she was never truly alone.

The two approached the door of the library and Twilight pushed it open with her magic. The interior still had the slightly musty smell of old books, mixed with a sharper tang from polish and the natural scent of the wood.

Spike hopped off her back, making for the kitchen right away while Twilight sought out her book from her bedroom. It was just some silly little romance, set against a backdrop of adventure in the western reaches of Equestria. Sometimes she caught Spike reading along, the latest issue of Power Ponies forgotten as Twilight surreptitiously watched for him having finished the current page.

‘Maybe he has a better idea of romance, now,’ she thought, levitating the book to herself, ‘maybe… Should I say something to him?’

Twilight paused mid-step on the stairway back down into the library proper, watching as Spike happily carried a plate bearing a cut sandwich out before heading back into the kitchen. No, maybe she should wait a little longer. A smile touched Twilight’s lips as she descended the stairs; he was old enough to understand now and she had realised it was what she wanted. What she hoped they both would want.

The area adjacent the kitchen was filled with the scent of flowers, chives, the fresh smell of grass and a hint of tea. The smile never left Twilight’s lips as she sat down to the table and saw the arrangement Spike had put together - the bread had been neatly cut, one over the other and garnished with leaves from rocket. A sliver--just enough to enhance the flavour--of ketchup sat on one side of the plate; an embarrassing indulgence but one which he had, nonetheless, seen to.

“Spike, this is perfect!”

Spike re-emerged from the kitchen, this time bearing a bowl and a wide plate. Hay fries for himself and the meadow salad for her. There was a bashful little smile on his face as he set them down.

“How often do we get to have lunch together without anypony else calling around?” Spike asked, setting the bowl before her and the plate to one side. Not opposite, as used to be the case.

Not often enough, Twilight reflected as he turned and made for the kitchen again. There was a tray between his clawed fingers and a pot of sweet smelling tea and two cups on it. Setting it down, he hopped onto the seat next Twilight and poured them both cups. The smell itself was a dead giveaway as to the particular type and Twilight whipped her head about to him in shock.

“Is this Saddle Arabian spiced?” The dragon nodded once, taking a spoon of sugar for himself. “I ran out of that weeks ago!”

Spike shrugged once, mixing two spoons of sugar into Twilight’s cup. “I knew you liked it so I got some more.”

It was not by any means the cheapest tea that could be bought. In fact, there was only one vendor in the Ponyville market who stocked it and even then irregularly.

Twilight stared into her cup, watching the brown mixture swirl before she decided to take a chance. Leaning across from her chair, she put her lips to Spike’s cheek and gently kissed him. Nothing needed to be said, it had all been done in that one, simple kiss. Spike fidgeted in his seat but didn’t make to pull away or indicate any boyish disgust.

A small smile graced his lips and he didn’t turn to Twilight before saying, “Thanks, Twi.”

It buoyed her heart to hear him speak those words so earnestly and while the rest of the meal passed in silence, it was the kind of amiable atmosphere that had become regular for the two. Once or twice they bumped against one another, a shy smile passing between them in doing so.

When they had their fill, Spike cleared the table while Twilight ascended the stairs. Her mind was a warm haze as she took the duvet from the spare bed, levitating it back down alongside herself to see Spike already with Dawn and Dusk in hand. There was nothing said between them and no need to, as Twilight climbed onto the couch at the other end Spike sat and lay the duvet across them.

This late in the evening there would be no other ponies calling to the library and closing it early for just one day would do no harm. Especially, she thought as she looked over her withers at the dragon already flipping through the pages of his comic, if it afforded her the chance to enjoy such company.

~*~

The candle burned brightly in next the window of the bedroom and Twilight looked over the last of her notes before tapping the sheaf into an ordered stack and set it aside.

It had been a good evening, she reflected, spent reading with Spike. They’d somehow wound up sitting side by side as Twilight silently read and patiently waited for him to catch up, all while he moved closer and closer until his head lay against her side.

The orange glow of the setting sun had given way to cool moonbeams streaming through the windows when they came back to reality and Twilight assured him she’d lock up for the night, he should be getting to bed. But there had been hesitation in his step, the kind she’d seen before but hadn’t questioned even then.

It almost made her own resolve crumble, seeing that look in his eyes but again, Twilight assured herself it was just wishful thinking. Spike didn’t really think of her that way, he was just finding a deeper friendship.

“Goodnight, Spike,” Twilight murmured, passing the dragon but stopping to spare him a kiss. That habit would be a difficult one to break.

There was no returned words, no hug or even a clawed hand to her shoulder as Twilight pulled away and the mare felt something like a chill run down her spine. Their nightly routine had always been the same, ever since the day Celestia had first allowed her to start looking after him.

“Spike?”

He wasn’t quite looking at her but wasn’t really looking away either. The room suddenly felt thick with tension and Twilight couldn’t stop herself from falling to her haunches next to him.

Had she gone too far this evening? Made him uncomfortable somehow? Was he picking up on… No, even she couldn’t have been that obvious.

“Twi, you don’t-” He sounded so unsure of himself, his voice was on the verge of cracking and as much as Twilight wanted to say something, nothing would come out. “Twi, I haven’t seen you with, like, a special somepony or anything.”

No. No, he wasn’t talking about that. This wasn’t happening.

“Not that you don’t totally deserve one!” Spike’s eyes whipped upwards to meet Twilight’s and that was when she saw it - all the emotion bubbling just beneath the surface. “Because you do! You’re incredible! And smart and pretty and you’re really nice to everypony and…”

The dragon trailed off, gulping down deep breaths while Twilight sat in stunned silence. All she could do was lift a hoof out to him which he immediately took in his clawed hands. There was not another word spoken as he stood up and, still holding onto her, slowly walked his way over to her bed.

The lump in Twilight’s throat felt like it grew and when Spike hopped onto the edge to sit looking at her, the mare slowly climbed up and sat next to him, unable to put her thoughts to word.

There was a pause before Spike spoke again, hanging heavily between them.

“I know I’m not a pony so I can’t really be anypony’s special somepony but-” He halted again suddenly, taking Twilight’s hoof and squeezing it. “Just lately… I dunno, I feel like there’s something between us.”

“Spike,” Twilight paused, seeing the sudden shift in his expression. Of course he had to know what that tone meant. ”You’re like a brother to me.”

In a way he was; he was there at her side when Shining Armour couldn’t be. He cared for and supported her in ways nopony save her family ever had. Granted, even she had to giggle at the logistics of a member of a different species being related but the bonds between ponies could so often trump their petty differences, why couldn’t this? Not family in the blood sense of the word, perhaps but the love that was the impetus behind that bond was unquestionable.

Sure enough, though, Spike’s eyes turned down and his head fell. It was heartbreaking in a way that only the months spent growing closer could have made it; there was clearly no doubt in her mind but evidently the little dragon was not so secure in his beliefs.

“And that’s why I’m going to do this!” Spike’s eyes came up only a fraction as Twilight spoke those words. When her lips pressed to his in a gentle kiss, they snapped to her own and held her gaze.

It was not the kind of chaste peck on the cheek he’d been delivered, so oft in the past. There was no boyish bashfulness or playful disgust at his ‘big sister’ getting all girly. This was a different kind of kiss, expressing a different kind of love. And as Twilight’s hoof shifted down to his chest--to be touched by a clawed hand--the mare let out a soft moan as her lips parted and she pushed her tongue against him.

He was warm, obviously but slightly spicy too and that was something she already knew as well. But was new was the way in which he slowly parted his lips and then pushed back into the kiss; pushed against Twilight until she had been lowered back onto her bed to extend her hooves around him amidst a little giggling.

It was Spike, then, who rekindled the kiss and Twilight felt a sudden rush of warmth through her body. It tingled down her spine and into the wrists of her wings, it warmed her belly and then settled comfortably somewhere between her hind legs. And they, too, came up and encircled Spike as best she could.

Her sheath bumped against Spike, just under his tail where she suspected he might feel it most sensitively. Sure enough, the dragon gasped, breaking the kiss while his eyes flicked downwards. Twilight nodded, slowly stroking her hooves along the stiff ridges on his back (oh, how her skin tingled at their touch!) and let out her own muted gasp upon feeling his tail rub against her inner thigh.

“Are… Are you sure?” His voice was quiet and carefully intoned, his movements halted while green eyes searched violet.

“There was a time I wasn’t,” Twilight responded, just as softly, “but I want to do this. I’ve wanted to do this for… I don’t even know how long it’s been.”

“You don’t think it’s, like, weird or anything?” That was better; the doubt was gone from his voice.

“It’s probably not as weird as this.” Twilight shifted her hips against him, the thick skin of her sheath rubbing at the bump of his growing arousal.

She hadn’t even heard the slight falter in her own voice at that last word, nor seen the brief flicker of regret in her eyes.

“I don’t think you’re weird, Twilight.” Spike’s voice was soft again but in a way that made the mare shiver. “I think… I think you’re beautiful.”

A light blush rose to the dragon’s cheeks; in ways it was easy to forget saying those things was still a little strange for him. But for Twilight, it was more than she could hope for. He thought she was beautiful. Beautiful. Not a freak chance of nature but a pony to be loved and admired.

“Oh Spike!” Twilight cried and bundled him up in her hooves, rolling to one side. Just the feeling of his warmth, the closeness of his body, the way his clawed hands gently stroked and scratched at her sides… how his lips sought out hers and met them in a hurried, passionate kiss…

It was all enough to make the thick, round pink head of her member poke from its sheath and bump against Spike. The two came aright with him lying under her and Twilight holding herself up on her hind legs. A tiny trickle of precum dribbled from the tip of her member as it started spilling out, grinding up against the dragon.

Twilight watched, with rapt attention, as his tail undulated against its underside and sent rippling waves of pleasure radiating up through her body. Hooves were one thing and magic could even hope to mimic some aspects they couldn’t but feeling the warmth of his body, the slightly abrasive texture to his scales, watching his eyes meet hers as a smile touched his lips… No fantasy or hoped dream could match this.

All the months of doubt and dallying melted away at the smile on his face and his gentle, clawed hands reaching down to rub her.

“Spiiike,” Twilight groaned, allowing her shaking legs to slowly come down against the soft duvet and her warm body to meet his.

He had easily found her twitching member and the touch of his fingers upon its tip hastened its swelling, amidst a gasp from the mare and a shiver through her lower half. His own penis had evidently slipped free and Twilight gently rolled her hips in against his, rubbing the two against one another; her own dwarfed his considerably but its warmth and throbbing life pressed to hers was far more arousing than any pony’s could ever be.

Smiling, Spike ran his own clawed hand up and over Twilight’s chest, pausing once at her side as he watched her wings slowly unfold. The muscles there flexed as the wrists of her wings turned and allowed them to splay outwards. All the while, Twilight’s hooves slowly came around the dragon’s back and pulled him in close to her body.

Neither was prepared for the kiss when they both came together; their bodies had simply been moving of their own accord, dancing to the beat of their arousal but where before it had been desperate and needy, this was slow and passionate. Twilight’s eyes slowly fell shut and a gentle moan passed her lips as she felt Spike’s clawed hand pass up along her neck and into her mane.

The bed’s springs groaned as Twilight finally let herself relax and slip down onto Spike, the dragon breaking the kiss and his eyes bulging as he struggled against the weight of the mare.

“Oh geeze! Sorry, sorry!” Twilight hurriedly scrabbled back up, rolling onto her side while still holding Spike.

Regaining his breath, Spike lay there looking into her violet eyes while his short legs rubbed up against her stomach. The sensation made the mare giggle softly and she lifted a hoof over him, stroking it along the ridges on his back. They weren’t sharp as so many ponies feared but rounded, almost blunt; it made her shiver just to feel them.

Here, lying together, Twilight extended a wing over him protectively and gently drew him closer. Hooves and clawed hands extended over each other and for a few moments they lay there together, smiling.

“How long?” Spike whispered, stroking at Twilight’s withers.

Twilight shook her head. “Does it matter?”

“Actually, I was talking about your, uh…” Spike trailed off, letting a clawed hand stroke lower on her body.

“Oh. Oh! Spike!” All the same, it was impossible for Twilight to stop herself from giggling and quickly after, Spike joined her with the two shaking on the bed in laughter.

In spite of the joke, Twilight had not felt herself become flaccid. If anything, lying together with him like this and still feeling his own kept her erect. She’d seen it once or twice, upon almost walking in on him taking care of himself. At first Twilight had no problem hurriedly dashing off and casting the image from her mind but lately… Lately she’d almost been hoping to see it. Him. What it looked like.

Now all it took was looking down to see his pink member, moistened at the tip and hard as the spines on his back, throbbing against her stomach.

“How long?” Twilight whispered, when finally they had become relaxed and willing to meet each other’s eyes. “How long have you known, I mean.”

The hint of a blush touched Spike’s cheeks and he looked away, the colour intensifying when he looked back to her.

“A while.” His clawed hand started stroking her side again. “I guess I was just working up the nerve to say it.”

Her throat went dry as she considered those words in light of the time he’d chosen to say them. The fact that he had become as aroused meant that, obviously, he found her attractive but there could be no going back from this.

“Spike.” Twilight stopped herself, pausing to consider how to say it. “Are you sure you want to do this?” The dragon nodded. “You don’t have to; I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

“I know.” He was quiet, almost abashed in the way his voice had gone so quiet. “But I want it, Twi. I want to know what it feels like.” Spike took a deep, shuddering breath, blinked and then met her eyes. “I love you.”

Twilight’s wing tensed up, tugging him right in against her as her hoof descended over his back and held fast.

“I love you too, Spike.” When she released him, they both looked down and then back up to each other. “We’ll go slow, okay?” As much for herself but… No, even if she didn’t say it, he still knew and it comforted her to see that he didn’t rebuke or make fun of her for it.

“Okay.” The blush returned to his cheeks before he next spoke. “Could you, um, roll onto your back, Twi?”

A little confused but trusting he knew what he was doing, Twilight held onto Spike and slowly rolled herself to one side, tucking her wings against her back. When she had finished, Spike was straddling her waist, his pink cock right against her own pink and mottled purple. The two had let hooves and hands meet during Twilight’s roll but the mare watched with utterly rapt attention as Spike lowered one over her chest and stomach, encircling the flat head of her penis and squeezing lightly.

“Hnnn! Spike!”

In a flash his clawed hand was away, held clear and his eyes scanned Twilight’s face frantically.

“Sorry! Sorry! D-Did I hurt you?” His voice was so fearful and pained, Twilight felt her heart ache.

“No, no Spike, that…” Twilight’s hind hooves rubbed together anxiously and her cheeks darkened as she spoke, “Could you do that again please?”

A mischievous grin appeared on the dragon’s face as he placed his clawed hand on the shaft of Twilight’s penis, just above the medial ring, eliciting a gasp from the mare. The feeling as if she were tingling all over, originating from where Spike touched and it intensified greatly as he moved his claws upwards towards the head.

“Ahhn!” Her whole body tensed up as he rotated his fingers on the tip, a thick globule of precum forming and quickly running free onto her stomach.

Twilight watched through narrowed eyes as Spike ran a claw over the urethra of her penis, swiping some of the pre from it and bringing it back to his lips. Her breath caught in her throat when he licked it clean, his long saurian tongue wrapping around the finger.

Using what concentration she could draw, Twilight threaded a thin field of magic from her horn and used it to envelope the dragon’s cock. Spike gasped, reaching out suddenly to steady himself against her thigh while his chest rapidly rose and fell in shallow pants. The field was just strong enough to create a sensation akin to a gentle massage, nothing too strong or forceful.

Leaning back across her, Spike steadied himself with one hand on her stomach while reaching down to rub at the shaft of Twilight’s penis with the other. His tail fell, snaking down around her fat testicles and rolling across them; Twilight grunted at the sensation, bucking her hips against the dragon.

Pre ran clear and freely from the tip of her cock, as much as it did from his. The shaft of Twilight’s penis was rapidly dampening under the dragon’s emissions and where he had started to gently rock himself back and forth on her it now became easier and the brief abrasion of their members morphed into a pulsing pleasure that made her hooves curl.

“Ohh, Spike, that’s perfect!”

His pink cock suddenly passed over her medial ring as Spike jolted forward, a loud gasp escaping him along with a spurt of precum. The fluids landed on Twilight’s chest but she was far more taken up with the look on Spike’s face: his eyes were tightly shut and his body undulated with the effort of keeping himself moving.

Deciding it best to help him, the mare set her hooves on his hips and started gently pulling and pushing in time to his own movements. The light around her horn intensified as she extended the magical field around Spike’s penis to the base, encompassing his testicles.

“Twilight!” Spike groaned, shivering as he tightened his grip on the head of the mare’s member.

She could never have imagined doing something like this with him and certainly not that it might feel as good as it did. Spike shifted further forward on her shaft, grinding the tight little anus under his balls against her cock and Twilight whimpered, bucking her hips again to no use. The dragon came to the tip of her penis, balancing precariously on the thick shaft and grinned down.

“Hey… Hey, Twi.”

There was no chance for her to respond before Spike closed the gap, meeting her lips in a kiss. It coincided with his clawed hand taking his own member and pressing it to the tip of Twilight’s, grinding them together.

Dragon and pony moaned into one another, neither willing to break the kiss but neither able to hold back the shudders that ran through their bodies or the strings of fluids that mixed together between their shafts.

Spike’s tongue wrapped about hers and he gently suckled on it, using his saurian gift to make the mare squirm under him and kick her hind hooves out. Every little movement of him against her made her cock twitch, gently pushing her further to a point she knew there was no pulling back from.

When he broke the kiss, Spike didn’t retract his tongue but kept it extended from his mouth, making sure Twilight was watching as he slowly lowered his head while shuffling back down along her pulsing shaft. Every inch made him wince and shiver, made his own cock throb. Then, when he was sure he still held her attention, his tongue slowly extended down.

Twilight watched, eyes wide as the long muscle slowly encircled the head of her cock and constricted about it.

“Hnngh! Spike!” she cried out, her cock throbbing strong enough to lift him.

The dragon never stopped, though; his tongue slowly, rhythmically squeezed down on the head of her aching cock, drawing ever more pre from it to dribble down onto Twilight’s stomach. It was met with the magical field starting to pulsate around his member and for a moment Spike was forced to stop and hold himself back from simply finishing there.

Twilight grunted and heaved, moving one hoof around to Spike’s back while digging the other into the duvet. His tongue was so warm and wet, the way he gripped her with it was easily as strong as she’d done in the past with her own magical field but that had never been while watching his face contorted in pleasure.

That tongue started slowly stroking along her length, making the mare gasp and shiver. Her mane was an utter mess under her, her wings ached to freely extend but watching Spike in such a state easily banished those concerns. The hoof on his back swung around to the front, running along the softer scales that lined his chest and stomach until it came to his pink member.

Twilight pressed her hoof to its tip while keeping her magical field up--it was getting to be something of a struggle to do so against the constant stream of pleasure from his tongue--and smiled as the dragon hissed, bucking his hips against her. There was no reason the pleasure had to be one-sided.

Evidently, the dragon had other ideas, Twilight realised as she saw the forked tip of his tongue rise over the tip of her cock and then snake down against the urethra. It was too good to put anything to words, to either tell him to stop or go on - she couldn’t quite decide.

The least Twilight could do was thread a thin filament of the magical field down into his own.

“Tw-Twilight!” It was almost amusing how odd his voice sounded with his tongue stuck out. She could feel his cock, though, pulsing against the field, could feel its throbbing and squeezed down on it with her magic. In response, the dragon started to buck his hips quicker, grunts and groans coming from him.

His tongue lapped over and back on the tip of her member, pressing down harder each time until she finally felt it slip into her own urethra. The body of it was still wrapped about her shaft, stroking along it but the two forks at the end lapped at the interior of her cock.

“Oh Spike! Spike, please don’t stop!” That was it - one brief moment to instruct him.

He had to be close, she could feel it. Or was she confusing her own pleasure with his… It was getting more difficult to tell, especially with him still grinding back and forth on her.

The strangest feeling took her - like pressure against her horn and Twilight realised upon looking down that Spike had taken his clawed hand from her thigh and wrapped it around his member, pumping it at great speed. She concentrated her efforts on the base of his cock and balls, slipping a portion of the magical field further down to press in against the tight little ring there.

That was what did it, at last. Spike bucked his hips wildly, his whole body tensing up as Twilight realised he was in the throes of his own orgasm and hastily pulled the filament of magic from out of him, letting a thick string of semen erupt from his penis and land on her chest. It was hot and wet and oh-so arousing.

He continued for… Twilight lost track of time, with his tongue clenching tighter down on her cock. Her own balls felt like they were on the verge of bursting and his tail rubbing against them was doing nothing to abate the feeling.

“Spike,” she grunted, “I… I can’t hold-”

Cock still dribbling semen, Spike ground it in against hers while giving his tongue one last squeeze on her shaft. Twilight cast her head back, letting out a cry as she felt her aching balls heave and shoot their first load.

Spike’s tongue, still wrapped about her member as it was, caught the first spurt of it and Twilight felt herself shudder all over as he quickly retracted his tongue, carrying its precious load. Nothing could have prepared her for the tingling wave of pleasure that washed over her as the dragon kept rocking himself back and forth on her throbbing, twitching member.

Her breath came in ragged pants and gasps, her hips bucking wildly against Spike’s and near throwing him onto the pillows above; it was only his clawed hands now tightly gripping her thighs that saw him ride out the worst of it.

Thick strands of semen rained down on Twilight’s face and chest but in that moment she couldn’t have cared less; Spike was smiling tiredly at her and she was still gripped by throbs of warming pleasure.

Twilight’s body went limp as she felt the last of her cum ejaculate and lay there under Spike, struggling to regain her breath.

That had not been the evening she planned but it certainly was far better than any she could have. And it had only been the first night of their shared love. Tired as she was, she couldn’t help turning her mind over and over on that - Spike felt the same way about her. He had waited until tonight for the very reason of hoping to join with her like this.

Her eyes met his just as her hooves struggled to lift onto his back but Spike was ahead of her, laying himself down against her body.

“That-” He panted. “That was…”

“Absolutely.” Came his reply.

There they lay, panting together and neither one willing to move an inch. Tired and, in Twilight’s case, sweaty but undeniably satisfied. Months of holding back from one another had seen this as the fruit of their admissions but, Twilight thought to herself, it could not have gone better.

Feeling the wet stickiness between them, Twilight groaned. “We better clean this up before bed.”

“Mmm, just a few more minutes,” Spike mumbled, snuggling in against her chest.

Twilight could only smile, raising a tired hoof over his back. A few more minutes to enjoy the warmth of his body to hers did sound like a good idea. And they had the rest of the weekend for themselves to do what they pleased. Suddenly, the idea of all the girls being away didn’t seem quite so terrible.

As long as she had Spike, Twilight knew all would be right in her world.