Dirty Sexy Pony

Just moments ago, Sweetie Belle was proving to be the biggest hoof-full a pony could ever babysit.

Just moments ago the unicorn filly was rambunctious and noisy, begging and bothering Twilight to teach her some magic.

Then all of a sudden the whole boutique was quiet.

She was worried about bringing her assistant along at first, but was pleasantly surprised how he managed to stay awake even this late.

While a part of her felt sad about it, Twilight was certain that Spike was simply growing up.

Twilight would have to ask Spike what his secret was with Sweetie Belle when she returned upstairs after getting a glass of water for herself and her assistant. But as she reached the bottom step, a roar and flash of light occurred outside of the boutique. Twilight rushed outside to investigate and gasped as a figure—a pony—walked forward with troubled hoofsteps as though she had just fallen out of the sky toward her. As the area normalized to the sparingly dim brightness of a moonlit evening, Twilight regarded the purple pony standing in front of her in simple awe. “I'm from...the future.” Was the first thing she said.

Twilight's eyes grew wide. Before she could explode into a thousand different questions that began to fill up her head, she felt a hoof press against mouth, preemptively silencing her. Without warning the other Twilight pressed her horn against hers and-

-suddenly the other Twilight collapsed to the ground, her muscles completely weak now.

Twilight herself stumbled back for a moment, feeling a familiar spell course through her. But even as the effects had yet to be felt, Twilight jumped to the other unicorn's side and cradled her in her front hooves.

Not wanting her to misunderstand, the other Twilight glanced at her with a dull, tired look and cut straight to the chase, her breathing strained. “You need to save Pinkie Pie. You have to go to the Canterlot archives...the Starswirl the Bearded section...find the scroll that will let you go back in time like I'm doing now!”

“Time travel? What are you t-” It was then that Twilight clenched her eyes tight from the sharp jabbing pricks in her head. As though expecting this, the other unicorn rolled to her side and stood up, letting Twilight press her hooves against her temples. “I...I...why was Spike...Rarity...the Princess...?” Twilight stuttered at the frightening images that continued to haunt her mind.

The haggard-looking unicorn noticed the crackles of a spell and turned toward her past-self. “FOCUS, TWILIGHT!” Seeing her other self jump slightly from her scream, Twilight chewed lightly on her bottom lip, unsure as to whether she should say anything further. But she finally relented. “...listen, Twilght. Be careful of Spike. He-”

But in a brilliant flash and roar, the other unicorn disappeared.

Twilight groaned out and dropped face-first to the ground, holding her breath in order to prevent a scream. Finding a need to breathe, she gasped out but let out a long, restrained whine under her breath. Tears were squeezed from her ducts from how tight her eyes were shut. The memory spell that her other self just subjected her to was designed to be able to convey a lifetime of experiences, almost instantaneously. But it wasn't meant to transfer the sheer amount of information that felt like her brain would explode. Nothing Twilight was seeing as her eyes remained closed was familiar, yet she could feel the terror, the hopelessness and the distress as though she experienced it all firsthoof. The heartache and fiery migraine that this conflicting jumble of thoughts, of the events from the last few days splitting between two vastly different outcomes, as well as things that had yet to happen. Amidst the being bombarded by these simply awful things, Twilight just barely managed to put her hyperventilating under control.

The effects of the spell began to settle, but sharp pains were sure to reemerge. While remaining deep and exaggerated, her breathing had returned somewhat to normal. She was able to think again.

Even though it wasn't life-threateningly dangerous to receive that many memories, Twilight was afraid of what she would learn once her mind made sense of it all. Of the effects having such conflicting information in her head would have as her brain continued to process the information. Managing to her feet, she went back into the boutique and trotted cautiously to the kitchen, getting herself a glass of water. Calmer now, she trudged with heavy hoofsteps up the stairs to the guest bedroom where she found her dragon assistant reading a story out loud to Sweetie Belle, who had already seemed to have fallen asleep.

“Spike.” She groaned out in a whisper to him as loud as she could.

Halting mid-sentence, the dragon looked up from the book. “What's up, Twilight? Could you come closer, I don't wanna speak too loud and wake Sweetie Belle up.”

The unicorn blinked at the strange way he greeted her. She gulped and stayed at the doorway.

A harrowing scene of blood and tears. Pain. Anguish.

Spike grabbed at her neck, lifting her off the floor.

Her throat was squeezed.

He smiled as she gasped for air.

...terror...

...pleasure...

...magic drained...

...laughter...

...Rarity's dark mascara-colored tears falling onto her face...

Twilight blinked and shook her head of those images to regain her composure. She still couldn't disassemble the mess of memories, but that instance just now...she blinked again. If there was anything worth trusting it was those last words that her future self had started to say...her warning about Spike. Without warning Twilight trembled in fear as she spoke out. “I...I'm sorry, Spike but...” She suddenly began to say then paused to gulp and steady her voice. Unsure why she was speaking these words, the only thing that rang in her mind was the need to survive. To avoid some unseen predator hiding in the guest room. Her mouth continued to move and she continued to talk as though on autopilot. “...I'll have to leave you here until Rarity comes home. It's an...emergency.”

“Oh.” Was all he said in reply. No anxiety raised about what her emergency was, and no comical panic as to stay at the boutique for Rarity or to leave to help her. No change at all from the almost subdued attitude he was giving off.

Twilight shivered at the sight of this stranger before her.

“Alright. Be safe.” He nodded with an ambiguous smile, glancing back down to the book and returned to narrating the story.

Twilight backed out into the hallway and down the stairs, realizing now the seriousness of her future self's dire situation. She turned and teleported out of the boutique.

--

Twilight found herself once more in the darkness of night and looked down the road that led to the train station.

For a moment she thought about warning her mentor Princess Celestia, but remembered what her future self had told her once more.

A glimpse of concern on the Princess' face.

Clouds of dust. The sprinkle of hot debris.

The cold smooth texture of a floor.

The sight of both Celestia and Luna, sprawled on the ground in defeat.

Twilight was aghast at the clearest image to have appeared yet. Sniffling softly, a tear ran down her cheek as the feeling attached to that memory caused her to shiver once again and wrenched her heart.

“It...it can't be true...” She said to herself in denial.

--

Arriving at her library tree house, Twilight unconsciously grabbed a piece of paper and a quill with inkwell, setting them onto the table in the middle of the room.

As though possessed, Twilight began writing words. Words she couldn't remember where she read from and drew pictures that she couldn't have seen before.

Without stopping to check on her work, in a few short moments Twilight returned the quill to its well and took a step back.

Reading the words of what she just wrote, the unicorn clenched her teeth and gulped.

It was an incantation for a spell.

--

Pinned onto the ground, Pinkie quietly suffered from his heavy pounding, letting out soft squeaks and grunts, but otherwise holding back from making any loud noises.

They were hidden in the dark of the night, away from the sparse number of streetlamps around town. But surely, if anypony had been nearby, they could surely have heard the loud quick slapping of flesh and noticed the rank salty musk that resulted of their mutual sweat and other fluids.

He let out a feral growl as he reached climax, shooting his seed inside her.

She had gotten no such pleasure, managing to become wet only as a result of the constant physical stimulation that had been going on for the past two hours. As he grasped both of her flanks, she felt his claws dig into where her balloon cutie marks were and he began thrusting once more, his penis still hard and lust yet to be quenched.

“...no...” Pinkie shook her head and continued to cry.

But then, from within a thundering roar of magic and light, a figure charged and knocked the dragon off of her. Still trembling, and too sapped of her energy both mentally and physically to move, Pinkie could only watch where she lay as the purple scaled beast was thrown to the ground, crashing against a nearby tree and letting out a surprised yowl.

Leaping in after him, Twilight pressed her horn against Spike's head and watched as the memory spell took a drastic effect on his current form. The dragon grunted and groaned until he returned to his regular, baby self. Twilight paused, breathing heavily, waiting for some other kind of effect to happen.

Only silence greeted her.

“T-twilight...?” Pinkie's raspy voice broke the unicorn out of her stupor and leaving the unconscious Spike, she rushed to her friend's side. She balked for a moment, reminded of seeing Rarity in the same state. Twilight hurriedly lifted the pink pony up until she lay on her side and after sitting down on her haunches, cradled Pinkie's head under her foreleg.

“I'm sorry, Pinkie. I was too late to save you.” Twilight admitted with shame. “I let this happen to you...to Rarity and the princesses and-”

“Twilight...” Pinkie spoke out, slowly shaking her head. “How could any of this be your fault? If what you showed me was true, then...”

Twilight sniffled and wiped her eyes with her other foreleg. Her breathing was heavy as she fought against the urge to cry. “...I...I have a plan. I promise I'll fix things, Pinkie. I promise that I'll set things right.”

“I trust you, Twilight. I know you will.” Pinkie gave her friend a weak smile. The earth pony was reassured by the purple unicorn's nuzzling and sighed in wary relief as though she had just been woken from a terrible nightmare. But Pinkie knew better than to try to delude herself. With a quivering breath, Pinkie pressed her cheek against Twilight's neck in an effort to stop her body's trembling. After gulping she asked, “Is there...is there anything I can do to help?”

The unicorn's features tightened for a moment, as she went quiet in thought. She swallowed down a foul taste, knowing that it would be insensitive of her and unreasonable to think that she could lie to Pinkie after everything she had just gone through. As though she were some unwitting and hapless victim that had to be protected. Twilight knew it would be too selfish a thing for to let herself be blinded by pride to recognize her obvious failure with regards to what happened to her friends that awful night in Ponyville and in Canterlot. “You need to...” Twilight began hesitantly, but pressed on since time was of the essence. She had only used the time travel spell once, but the feeling that accompanied it was all too familiar thanks to her memories. Hearing the crackle of magic only brought out her anxiety further.

Her stomach roiled in displeasure and a wave of nausea caused a souring of the unicorn's saliva when she finally found the words. “You need to keep Spike away from Rarity...you need to do absolutely everything you can to keep them apart, but without alerting the others...though I'm not one-hundred percent certain, I think they're all safe for now. But if you're not careful, you could unintentionally endanger our friends...but you won't have to do it for too long if...if my plan works...”

Silently, Pinkie made the appropriate gestures, ending with her hoof pressed against her closed left eye. And smiled.

--

As the spell returned her to the Archives, Twilight allowed a short sob to escape before she wiped her eyes and returned to work.

She had gone to Canterlot and found the Starswirl the Bearded section easily enough with the help of a unicorn guard. Twilight made her way to the nearby table where stacks of books, both open and closed, and piles of scrolls awaited her. The spell she had written from the top of her head back at the library was, after comparing it, an exact copy of the scroll tucked away within this section of the Canterlot Archives that she had never even known about until the other Twilight had told her about it. She was driven to confirm her fears that the memories in her head were real.

The memories of what was yet to happen. What she had to stop.

Of the various books and scrolls and tomes that she scoured in the Archive, in addition to the ones related to various monsters of myth and study that fed off of magic, Twilight Sparkle had done no better in finding anything to do with what that creature was...of what Spike would become...what he had already become.

But during her search for such an answer, Twilight managed to come upon the collection of forbidden magics that Starswirl the Bearded had, according to her book of obscure unicorn history, reportedly hidden somewhere in Canterlot. It was hard to miss with the number of bells decorating the frame of the container, most likely enchanted to alert its owner of any undue use by any unauthorized ponies. But centuries had already passed, and so too had the container's owner.

Twilight gulped after reading one particular spell in that collection. Amongst many acclaimed scholars and amateur historians alike, rumors abounded that it was the last spell Starswirl had cast...and one that Twilight hoped she wouldn't have to. But she knew deep down that that wouldn't be the case.

Twilight peered over the time travel facsimile she had just made a few moments ago now sitting on the table. Returning the original to where she found it, Twilight took a moment to steady her nerves then began to concentrate. In order to complete her plan, to keep her promise with Pinkie Pie, Twilight concentrated as much as possible on the earliest instance she saw Spike acting strangely. That moment she left Spike to return those things he took on his birthday.

--

When she opened her eyes, Twilight was back in Ponyville, and the sun was just setting over the horizon and night soon darkened the skies and turned the orange glow of the town into a pale blue. The area was eerily clear of any townsponies walking about.

Looking around, Twilight took note how just across the bridge was the town square. Nearby were several shops, now closed at this late an hour, and closest along the road to her was a white painted gazebo, where a dark figure just moved behind. Twilight rushed after it, and managing to round the edge of the gazebo, she found him, still wearing that white hat.

"...must...have..." She heard him groan out in a deep growl.

“Wait right there, mister!” Twilight called out.

Jumping in surprise, several items dropped out of his grasp and onto the ground, several of which rolled away or bounced off into the darkness. Spike spun around and displayed a cold, feral look in his eyes then blinked with a clear secondary pair of eyelids. He licked his lips and hungrily gazed at Twilight, but in that moment, his eyes returned to normal and he blinked with his normal set, suddenly becoming aware that Twilight was even standing in front of him.

“Huh? Twilight?” He asked in a daze, shaking his head quickly. “Wha...what are you doing here?”

“No time, Spike.” She answered sternly. Taking a step forward, Twilight's horn began to glow with the memory spell. “You're about to do something awful, and I'm going to stop you.”

“Twilight, what are you talking about?” He took a step back and asked in concern. “What are you planning on doing?”

Just as she approached closer, a clash of thunder and an explosion of light appeared next to the dragon and threw Spike to the ground as a menacing figure emerged between the two of them.

His long arms opened wide and his tall frame stepped under the light cast by a streetlamp. “Uh oh, guess who came at the last minute to fuck things up?”

“YOU!” Twilight growled out in recognition at the dragon. The sound of his voice and the malevolence in his smile raised the unicorns hackles immediately.

“Ding! Ding! Ding! Right, you are!” He gave a toothy grin.

Ready to charge right into him, Twilight froze as crackles of magic sparked around her. “No...not now!” Twilight gasped out in dismay. Looking up toward the dragon, she focused her magic and teleported, appearing next to Spike with her horn charged with the spell.

“What'd I already tell you, huh!?” The tall dragon growled out in disappointment from right behind her, proving to be much quicker than his size would seem and before she could react, grabbed and lifted Twilight up by her horn.

Groaning out in pain, Spike jerked up when he saw Twilight flailing about above him. “Twilight!” Spike yelled out and rushed forward only to be kicked away by the larger dragon.

As the frequency of the time-travel spell's crackles increased, Twilight screamed out at the searing fire that rushed through her brain. She writhed in pure anguish and hit vainly the clawed hand holding her up with her fore hooves.

As tears ran down her cheek she was tossed to the ground to where Spike had landed. “Twilight! Are you ok?” The baby dragon crawled over to her and cradled her in his arms.

“Y-yeah...” Twilight groaned out. Slowly shaking her head, the unicorn tried to catch her breath while her head continued to throb. But then, she began to feel unease creep up her spine. Concern quickly appeared on her face and her breathing became faster as she turned toward the taller dragon watching with a sinister smile. “Wh-what? I'm still here...? How? What did you do!?” She demanded of him.

“You like it?” He asked with a wheezy laugh. “That's a one-of-a-kind, top-of-the-line spell from your very own princesses! I just had to motivate them the right way for them to make it, if you catch my drift.” Seeing the blank look on her face, the taller dragon just barely choked back a laugh. “Oh, don't worry your pretty little head too much about the mechanics and blah blah blah...I sure as heck wasn't paying attention. Not that I could understand a thing they were telling me, what with their mumbling since their mouths were stuffed at the time when they were explaining it. Anyways, the important thing you should take away from all this is that I know your plan. And it's all thanks to...well, you, actually!”

Twilight furrowed her brow and unsteadily managed to her hooves. “...w-what?” She shook her head slowly, as though she could stop the dragon from continuing on by doing so.

Wearing a wicked smile, Spike nodded proudly as he took a step forward. “Crazy, isn't it? 'You' told me everything! And boy did 'you' have me fooled! Just plain ol' egg on my face. I mean, I never would've guessed 'you've' actually been using time-travel and not replication. Revealing memories of a dark and terrible future, hahaha! But then, a snag! Because I took most of your magic, 'you' had to risk a universe-ending paradox and ask a past you—that is, the cutie right before me—to finish the job. And best of all, 'you' told me all of this between those cute little moans and loud screams that I simply can't get enough of. But don't you see? You can't change me. You can't change him. Nothing you've done has made a difference. All of it's just been pointless.”

“Twilight...?” Spike worriedly looked over her, seeing something so alien on her face—hopelessness. Growling out, Spike clenched his jaw at the sight of the dragon before them, compelled to hate and feel disgust at the sight of such a creature. “I have no idea what your problem is, guy, and you're not making any sense! But don't think for one second that you're getting away after hurting Twilight without answering to me!”

“Well isn't that for a bit of irony?” The taller dragon chuckled. He playfully raised his brows as crackles of magic sparked around him. “Is it that time, already? Huh. Well, before I use up all of my minutes...”

With lightning speed he crossed the short distance and grabbed his past self, grasping tightly around the baby dragon's neck and holding him up off the ground.

Twilight's eyes blinked back to cognizance, but by the time she realized the dragons next to her, a large spiked tail whipped out, slamming against her body and throwing her like a rag doll into the nearby gazebo. While his captured prey struggled and choked out gasps for air, the older dragon placed his free hand over Spike's head, and with a flash of purple light, the baby dragon screamed out in pain. As the crackles of the time spell grew in frequency around him, Spike dropped his younger self to the ground.

The baby Spike winced and yowled from the fall, then held his throbbing head tightly and let out a pained roar.

With a groan Twilight struggled back to her hooves and could only watch in distraught fear as her baby dragon writhed on the ground. “SPIKE!?” Twilight shrieked. She trembled at the sight, panting, wincing from what surely were bruised or even broken ribs with every small, pained step forward she took. “What...did you do...to Spike, you MONSTER!?”

“I guaranteed my future.” The older dragon said coldly before a wily grin returned to his face and his tone of voice turned bouncy once more. “Have fun, Twilight. Hope to fuck you again, sometime.” With a wicked smile, he glanced down at the baby dragon as he rolled and twisted about on the ground with pained screams. “Heh. Maybe even sooner than you think!” He said in satisfaction. Then with a wink toward her, he disappeared in a flash as the spell returned him.

“...no...” Twilight gasped out. Twilight shook at the sight. Grunting, she continued closer to her baby dragon. “Spike? Spike!” Twilight gasped in a panic, tears now freely running down her face. “Please...please answer me, Spike!”

Suddenly, his cries stopped. He was simply lying on his back, completely still on the ground, causing Twilight to stumble to a halt just a few feet away.

Slowly he got to his feet.

“Spike!” Twilight felt her heart skip and smiled. She took another step forward, but then heard it.

A deep, animal-like snarl.

“...Spike?”

The baby dragon looked toward Twilight with his teeth bared and his eyes a blank stare.

“...Spike? It's me...Twilight...”

He dropped to all fours and took a step forward toward her.

Twilight sharply inhaled and shook her head slowly. “Spike...that's not funny...” She gulped. He took another step toward her, his saliva dripping out of his open mouth to the ground. “Please, Spike...” Twilight whispered as he stopped just a few feet away from away. Her bottom lip quivered as she sniffled. “...please don't make me...”

He snarled, eliciting a squeaky sob from her and before she could react he had leaped onto her.

“NO!” Twilight screamed out and rolled about until she landed on her back. She struggled, flexing her legs against Spike's arms to keep from being fully pinned down by his strength.

“RAAGH!” He roared and dove his head close to her with his jaw snapping open and shut.

Twilight screamed out and reflexively pushed her hooves against his head, freeing his clawed hands to swipe at her legs. She groaned and winced as the sharp points cut into her flesh, as his rear legs dug into her barrel to provide him leverage to move closer onto her.

“SPIKE, NO!” Twilight shouted out desperately. She barely managed to move her head out of the way as he lunged in and tore at the ground with his teeth before reeling up and pushing down on her once more. "PLEASE, SPIKE! WAKE UP!"

Her muscles began to burn, and her effort was soon slackening. Twilight shut her eyes and grunted out in an effort to push him off, but realized quickly that she couldn't last long. 'I'm completely drained of magic...' She panted and groaned out as Spike drew closer still, his hot breath cascading against her muzzle. 'I can't...no...I have to...'

Her eyes opened, completely unable to produce any more tears.

Her breathing picked up pace. She swallowed what saliva was left in her dry throat and pushed him back until he was a full leg's distance off of her.

“Spike, I don't know if you can hear me... much less understand what I'm going to say, but...” Twilight began to say, straining still against his efforts to attack her horn with his outstretched tongue. She squirmed even more, feeling the smooth skin of his now-unsheathed member pushing against her stomach as slick fluids leaked out from it, matting her coat. “...In a way, he's right! I-I can't change what you are...or decide who you're going to be...and no matter how much I try to deny it, this is a part of you! The instincts you're born with are so hard to fight against, I know...but...but I also know that you're so much more! You're generous...kind...sweet and silly! You're not destined to become this! You just have to fight it! I know you can fight it and succeed!”

He snarled and snapped at her. She whimpered and shakily gasped.

“...please...know that you're not alone. That you'll always be loved...that you have friends that love you...that I love you...so, so much...even though this is...goodbye...in a way, it's not like I'm really leaving. I mean, no matter what, I'll always be there...to watch over you...”

The muscles of her legs loosened, allowing Spike to come closer to her. "Don't worry anymore about getting magic." She smiled sadly. "Just leave it to me...alright...?" Closing her eyes, Twilight craned her neck upwards...

Their lips met...

Her horn glowed...as did her body...

...the pain, the pleasure...sorrow and hope...all of it melted away...

...as Twilight Sparkle started to glow brighter still...

His claws passed through her and struck the ground but no matter how much he struggled and pulled to free himself, Spike was now trapped within the shimmering, dazzling brightness.

Her mane took on an ephemeral shine, her form a less solid shape. She began to envelop him completely, and then...