Dirty Sexy Pony

Spike awoke with a startle.

Panting, the young dragon stared into the darkness, feeling his heart drum against his chest at an erratic pace. The muggy feeling of perspiration on his scales and face turned cool in the night air.

He blinked once, but doing so had reignited the frightening images and sensations that had shocked him to restless consciousness.

The image of him and Rarity. Of her and him. The sound of her mindless screams of pleasure while atop of him, writhing in an ecstasy that both excited and terrified him.

Seeing the mare of his dreams looking not toward him but at him, like one would a table or a chair; regarding him as though he were someone else entirely.

Suffocating him with her overwhelming lust.

Clawing at him with insatiable hunger.

Squeezing him with her forceful will.

Chilling him with her empty love.

Spike's throat was dry when he gulped. He slowly blinked a second time. Another set of images.

Images that caused him to tremble. To feel a cold apathy strike his bones.

These images were too blurred to fully recollect. They were too disjointed to make sense of.

But Spike could remember feeling a dark enjoyment of seeing his beloved below him, remember pumping into her as she remained still, too traumatized to react while lying in blood-soaked sheets.

Or hidden in the bushes, watching her shamelessly present herself to him on a bed of flowers.

Her pure white coat was soiled in dirt. Pleading with teary, bloodshot eyes for him to stop. For mercy as he-

“Shh.” he heard a voice whisper reassuringly into his ear. He blinked. No other images appeared to haunt him. “Go back to sleep...” the voice said softly. “It was just a bad dream.”

He nodded, accepting her statement as he did her hooves when they embraced him from behind. Spike's breath became more controlled, his muscles lax and he felt more sedated as sleep beckoned him once more.

“Just close your eyes, Spike. I'm here for you. Don't worry.”

The warmth of her body against his back and around his form preceded the dragon's eye lids becoming weightier. His heartbeats began to drum along hers, out of synch but harmonious nonetheless.

Her fluffy mane tickled the young dragon's nose, causing him to twitch and shuffle in the pony's grasp. But his awareness darkened toward unconscious rest once more.

He pulled her closer into him with his clawed hands grasping her front legs.

The pink pony acquiesced to his gesture, wrapping around the small dragon in a firmer embrace as she rested her head onto his.

smile.

Daylight greeted Spike, flickering against his closed eyelids until he finally stirred. He groaned, as he tossed his dead left arm from sleeping on top of it. It flopped about and landed onto his torso, feeling like jelly all the while. The source of light filtered into the room from a nearby open window.

The dragon stared at the ceiling, waiting for the tingling feeling of prickles as they came and went, only now realizing that he was not, in fact, in his bed at the library. No. Without needing to look, he knew he was in a full sized bed, partly wrapped in a blue checkered blanket covered in pink designs that smelt of confectionery sugar and cherries.

Spike's groggy mind clicked ever so slowly into motion as the unfamiliar sights and smells this morning were taking solid root in his awareness. He sat up, his eyes greeted by the yellow wallpaper and maroon ceiling. Unsure of why he woke up in Pinkie Pie's room, Spike could only invest enough of his brainpower to say one thing. “...huh...”

--

Walking into the library, he found Twilight Sparkle was waiting with eyes closed.

Hoping that the fresh air and time it took to travel between Sugarcube Corner and the Ponyville library, Spike found that his memories of last night were a complete and total blank. He looked to the pony whom he'd been an assistant to since he was able to walk and talk and complain for any sort of cues. The sound of the door opening and closing had failed to garner her attention. She sat there quietly, making no comment to her assistant's arrival and thus Spike was stuck simply observing her.

Finally, the silence became too much for him.

“Listen, Twilight.” Spike spoke up. “I'm sorry about not coming back last night, and-”

“Oh, good. You're back, Spike!” The pony greeted him, opening her eyes now. A polite smile appeared on her face as she stood on four hooves and rubbed her eyes. “Don't worry, Pinkie Pie told me you slept over at her place when I asked where you are this morning. The change in pace gave me a chance to try my hoof at this book that was written in brayle.”

In an instant, said book was lifted up by Twilight's magic as easily as one would hold it in their hooves, it's pages composed of bumps and grooves instead of inked scrawls, before being set down onto the table again.

While her curiosity in trying her hoof at reading a book for the blind was not new to Spike, what had definitely surprised him was his alibi for coming home late. “Pinkie told you?”

“Yeah. I'm quite proud how you managed to stay awake so late, Spike. Sorry I couldn't be there. Did the girls take you out to anywhere in particular for your birthday?”

“My birthday?”

“Oh, Spike.” Twilight gave a light chuckle, “Pinkie explained this morning that you all kept partying last night!”

“Uh...yeah.” Spike nodded his head, deciding to just play along. “That must be it.”

“Hmmm...” Twilight over to him, arching her brow as the dragon's behavior seemed curiouser and curiouser. “They didn't take you to anyplace baby dragons aren't supposed to go, did they? Pinkie said she would have invited me if I didn't have my studying to do—which I managed to finish, luckily enough.”

“What? No...they wouldn't...they're more responsible than that, Twilight!” Spike said and let out a faked laugh. “We just stayed at Sugarcube Corner! Playing sleepover games...then...slept on the same bed...”

“Yeah-huh...” Twilight pouted her lips and gave her 'I don't believe that' look. But instead she decided to change track.“I guess I can ask them around noon when we meet up at Applejack's place later. With Hearth's Warming Eve coming up in a few months, I'm just excited to be a part of Ponyville's celebration, this year! Aren't you?”

“Yeah, Twilight. Sure am.” Spike nodded. He had pretty much forgotten that Ponyville was selected to perform at Canterlot for this year's performance. And so while Ponyville generally enjoyed its preparation for the performance (apparently with a better track record of meeting their deadlines than Winter Wrap Up) performing for the Princess and Canterlot ponies placed a lot of pressure that Twilight and the girls naturally stepped up to handle.

Not only that, but Spike had excitedly volunteered to be the narrator, in the hopes of impressing Rarity who was not just helping with costume design but was one of the main characters.

After a blink, Twilight was suddenly just inches away from his face, staring at him intently. “Hmmm...It looks to me that you're pretty tired from having such little sleep, Spike. I'm proud that you managed to stay up so late, but you should take a nap. I'll make sure to wake you up before we leave.” And with that, Twilight trotted to the other room to begin her day's studies.

As soon as he was sure that Twilight had left, Spike wiped the brow and let out a relieved exhale. 'That's right...yesterday was my birthday...' he thought back. 'I guess it was because I stayed up all night, and had all those dreams that I thought it's been longer than that...' Obeying his need to yawn, Spike felt like taking up the unicorn's suggestion and went to his bed to rest for what was to come later that day.

--

The cool air against his scales was ignored, as his body temperature rose to greater and greater heights.

Pinned onto the ground below him, the pony 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 somepony was nearby, they could hear the quick slapping of flesh and smell the salty musk as a result 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 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 unquenched...

--

Twilight and Spike were the first to arrive at the big red barn, where the farm pony Applejack was outside, waiting for them.

“Hey there Sugarcube. Heya, Spike!” The pony's drawl reached their ears as they came closer.

“Hi, Applejack!” Twilight greeted her fellow pony.

“Hey.” Spike replied less enthused while tiredly while riding atop the purple pony's back. His most recent nightmare had ended his nap about three hours early and left him feeling haggard and fatigued. Unlike his last one, the dragon was unable to go back to sleep and simply lied in his bed until Twilight came by to wake him up. As a result of being sleep deprived and mentally stressed, spike was finding it difficult to maintain his balance. Rather than falling off in a daze, the dragon hopped to the ground and followed after the two ponies.

As the hat-wearing pony opened the barn door, the three of them heard an excited voice nearby and looked skyward to see two pegasi descending toward them.

“C'mon, when are we gonna get that armor on? I bet I'd look so awesome in it!” They heard the blue pegasus proclaim.

The yellow pegasus flying alongside her looked less confident. “Um, I'm still not too set on my role. Being a soldier seems a bit...violent...”

“Guh...” Rainbow was the first to land and gave an exaggerated sigh. “Fluttershy, there's like, practically no fighting in the play at all. Which is totally lame, but it's not like anypony would just change the story all of a sudden, right?”

“...but there's lots of arguing...I always have to close my eyes during those scenes every year it's shown. Since we're in charge this year, couldn't we, I don't know...tweak the play so they get along from the beginning?”

“What? Then what'd be the point of the Hearth's Warming Eve celebration if the founders got along?”

“Dash is right, Fluttershy.” Twilight stepped in and placed an assuring hoof on the yellow pegasus' shoulder. “Hearth's Warming Eve is all about how the first ponies of Equestria finally managed to overcome their differences and disagreements. While I do find it a bit jarring how the three pony tribes were so antagonistic to one another, that's unfortunately the reality that our ancestors faced.”

“I guess that makes sense...” Fluttershy nodded, accepting her friends' reasons but not looking very enthusiastic about them either.

The four ponies and Spike then all entered the barn, where several long planks and wide boards of wood were leaning against the far walls. Buckets of paint were kept nearby, along with brushes. It didn't take long to get started on painting a few parts of the background scenery when soon enough, Rarity and Pinkie Pie arrived.

“Heya, everypony!!” The bouncing earth pony cheered earnestly with a wide smile. Following her at a more sedate pace, Rarity showed a measured smile as she greeted the others as well.

“Sorry we're late, girls. Pinkie was just dying to show me something at Sugarcube Corner. And nearly had me locked inside the pantry...” She said in a lower voice and frowned at the memory but quickly regained her composure. Picking up speed, she trotted the rest of the way and met Twilight standing next to a rack filled with the costumes from previous performances.

“I already said I was sorry, Rarity!” Pinkie giggled and bounced around her friend. “Was totally an accident!”

“While I do believe you and accept your apology, Pinkie, the incident was nonetheless a terrifying event!”

Spike perked up from his work area close to the barn door as the seamstress entered and greeted the other ponies. He had since shaken off the weird dreams from his thoughts and hurried over to greet her, when-

“Hi, Spike!” Pinkie Pie chimed out and hopped in front of him.

Skidding to a stop, Spike was at a loss how to react at first, but then regained the sense to look at the pink pony. “Uh...hi.” He remarked curtly before moving around her to get closer to Rarity. Pinkie then managed to obstruct him once more, hopping again into view.

“Are you excited about being the narrator for this year's play, Spike?” without waiting for his response, Pinkie continued on. “I'm definitely super-duper happy I got the part of Chancellor Puddinghead, she's like, my favorite character, you know? Wouldn't it have been weird if I somehow got Fluttershy or Twilight's roles? I'm an earth pony and they're not, so of course that wouldn't make sense even though I could wear a fake horn or fake wings, I-” Stopping only when Spike clamped her mouth with his claw, Pinkie watched him rush away, looking obviously disgruntled and angry.

“Boy, your nightmare last night must have been really bad, huh?”

Spike froze in place when he heard that. As the other girls were on the other side of the barn, going over the costume designs and set materials that would be needed—under Rarity and Applejack's management and Twilight's supervision, it was only Spike and Pinkie Pie still at the barn entrance.

Spike slowly turned around to face the curly-maned pony. “Say, Pinkie...I have a question to ask.”

“Yes, Spike?”

Spike remembered waking up during the night at one point. Somepony was there in bed to sooth him back to sleep after that nightmare. And then there was the one he had during his nap. And instead of Rarity, the pony he was attacking was instead the one dutifully waiting for his question with an expectant look on her pink face. He thought over his choice of words carefully, not wanting to be mistaken or misunderstood. “...I just wanted to ask you...what it is we really did last night at your place...”

The party pony tilted her head and lent him a quizzical stare. It was a surprisingly long period of a few seconds of her just aiming her pale blue eyes toward him. She blinked and hummed in thought. After a moment, she shrugged her shoulders and said with a smile “...I've got no idea if you don't, Spike!” before finally hopping away, joining the other girls.

Spike blinked and stood there, dumbfounded.

'Was it all just a dream, then? Did I just sleep over at Pinkie's and nothing happened...?' Shrugging his shoulders, Spike rushed off to help with the play preparations.

--

With great care, and Twilight's management and organizational skills, the six ponies and one dragon succeeded in hammering out all of the big details for their Hearth's Warming Eve play to be held in Canterlot.

The pegasi, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash, were rehearsing their lines while the earth ponies Applejack and Pinkie Pie were discussing how best to make build the scenery. Rarity had already begun making measurements and stitching the first stage of each of their costumes. Twilight Sparkle did not have a specific task outside of assisting each group. All the while, Spike was sitting close by the boisterous “Commander Hurricane” as she continued various ways of bossing her subordinate around, much to Fluttershy's meek protests.

The sheer pace of work had kept Spike from being able to strike up conversation with Rarity, as she was always too busy discussing with Twilight or the other ponies about their costume preferences or involved with developing the revised script. At the same time he was constantly sent on errands or was writing in and ticking off items from Twilight's checklist. It was a bit frustrating, but Spike knew how important a production this year's play was, given that it was to take place in Canterlot.

But for the moment, Spike was given some reprieve to get started on his role as the play's narrator, sitting on a bale of hay nearby the others' work spaces. Taking his eyes off the sheet of paper that held his own narrator's script, Spike looked over at Rarity and sighed. His eyes roamed over the white pony's form.

He immediately became transfixed with the subtle curves of her back, as they sloped to her flanks. The purple hair of the unicorn's curly tail swayed alluringly, bringing his attention to her taut buttocks. His body grew warmer and mind hazy. Spike licked his lips, unsure what was prompting his sudden ravenous mood, when Pinkie Pie hopped right in front of him and obscuring his view.

“Not here.” Pinkie whispered in a hushed voice.

“Wha?” Spike blinked as his daze broke once his line of sight was blocked and he yelped when he was unceremoniously thrown onto baker's back.

“Hey girls, I need to get a few things from Sugarcube Corner so I'm borrowing Spike for a bit, 'kay?”

“Sure thing.” Twilight agreed in half-attention while looking over the blueprints for the stage with Applejack. The other ponies muttered to the same effect or were too busy with their own preparations to answer.

Nearly falling off, Spike grabbed hold of the pony's sides for dear life as Pinkie bounded out of the barn. He adjusted his position on his back and faced forward when he felt he was more or less used to her particular motions as she galloped down the dirt road.

Looking over Pinkie's head from his vantage point atop her back, Spike watched as they approached town, and Sugarcube Corner quickly came into view. They deftly avoided or hopped over the townsponies milling about, then passed the unmistakable Ponyville landmark, continuing on until they arrived instead at the library.

“I thought we were going to Sugarcube Corner. Why are we here?” Spike tried to look at Pinkie's face from behind as she opened the door and stepped into the library. When she stopped in the middle of the room, Spike hopped to the ground and rushed to stand in front of her. “Why are we here?”

“The Cakes are home and we can't disturb them.”

“'Can't disturb them'? I don't get it...I thought we were picking something up for the play.”

“That's because I lied.” She replied with a smile.

Spike shook his head in bewilderment, but her strange behavior and words recently finally made him realize. “Pinkie, you know. Don't you? You were there when I had that nightmare.”

“Yeah.” The pony continued to smile, but it looked forced as his questions continued.

“...and what do you know about my dreams?”

Her smile faltered at this point, but Pinkie barely managed to retain the semblance of one, if only weaker. “I don't know exactly, but...they were about awful acts that you did to...”

“To...?” Spike asked, already sure what she was going to say next but he needed it to be confirmed.

She gulped. “...Rarity.” Pinkie completed her sentence. Confirmed the worst.

Spike shivered, the images returning to his mind's eye in full force. “So...what you said to Twilight this morning about a party last night...was also a lie...and I really did to Rarity...I...?”

Pinkie's smile finally dropped and she stepped forward. “Whatever it was you dreamed doing to Rarity never happened, Spike. I can promise you that.”

“Oh.” He breathed a sigh of relief. He inhaled deeply and let out a long, drawn out exhale and rubbed the back of his head with his clawed hand. Spike managed to crack a weak smile of his own. “Then that means...that other dream I had today...of us...”

Pinkie averted her eyes. “That wasn't a dream.”

“...what?”

Her blue eyes returned to looking toward Spike. “That...wasn't a dream, Spike.” Pinkie repeated herself, wearing a straight face. Her tone was quiet and even and her facial expression neutral. “Last night, just outside of the Carousel Boutique...” she noticed his wide eyes and raised brow. She obviously struggled to continue. Pinkie took a deep breath and then let out a loud exhale. “We had sex so what you dreamed wouldn't happen.”

“So...I was going to...but then you...?” Spike frowned. His arms dropped to his sides. He was unable to register what it was Pinkie had just said. “But...you just said my dream never happened, and so I shouldn't have...”

Spike shook his head slowly. He refused to believe it. He needed to hear something that made sense of it all. “H-how do you even know all this? Is this a part of your Pinkie Sense?”

“No.” Pinkie said, taking a step forward.

“Then...how?” Spike took a step back.

“...I can't say. It's...complicated.” She took another step forward.

Spike tried to step back, but found that he was already against the wall.

“This is a really messed up prank, Pinkie. Did Twilight put you up to this?”

“...I can't joke when my friends' safety is in danger.” She half-replied.

“So who told you?”

“I can't say, Spike! I Pinkie-Promised not to.”

“Then...then I'll just tell Rarity about my dreams!” He tried to bluff. At this point Spike knew there was no way he could involved Rarity. Not if he had to reveal those dreams to her. But this was something he would take to his grave if he could help it.

“You can't get near Rarity.” Pinkie protested. “Because I can't let your nightmare come true.”

“Hello, Pinkie? You just told me that one of them already did! If you really wanted to stop it then why can't you tell me?”

“What happened this time is different...But with Rarity, I can't-”

“-say? Because it's complicated? Because of a Pinkie-Promise? For Celestia's sake, Pinkie, I...” Spike nearly choked on what he was about to say. The taste of his saliva had grown sour and revolting as the words continued to spew out of his mouth. “I-I raped you! I had dreams of raping and torturing Rarity! And last night I raped you and yet in front of everypony else you were acting as if it never happened! I...” Spike was frustrated and confused by how much none of this was making sense. He was irritated by how absurd the pony standing in front of him was being.

“As long as my friends are happy, I'm happy...” Pinkie answered sternly. “And because I know what will happen if you ever got close to Rarity is...” she stopped herself. “...I'll do anything to stop that, even knowing the consequences of what it means for me.”

“Is it that terrible for me to be with her?” The dragon's anger flared now. “Are you saying after all this time that I've only been after her body...that anypony was good enough as long as I was satisfied!?”

Pinkie clenched her jaw, not immediately responding. She stared at him in astonishment, as though she had finally realized something. “You really don't remember at all, do you?” She gave a derisive laugh, and shook her head. “Even after all you said last night...”

“Arrgh! Since I don't, tell me already!”

“I already said I-”

“FINE, THEN!” Spike yelled out and ran toward the door. In an instant, the dragon was pushed to the ground as Pinkie quickly pounced and managed to pin him. “L-let me go!”

Pinkie struggled to keep him from breaking free, but nearly toppled over when he rolled over to the side and onto his back. However, she regained her balance on her rear legs and slammed her rump onto his gut, knocking the wind out of him and managing to hold Spike down in a more secure manner.

Even while wheezing, Spike squirmed under the pony's greater leverage over him. He gulped and grit his teeth, hoping to look intimidating.

It seemed to have failed, as Pinkie continued silently sitting on top of him.

This angered Spike more and he growled at her and tried to snap his jaw at her, which she easily avoided because she was out of his reach.

Then, an idea came to him. With a gulp, the dragon suddenly belched a ball of flame, scaring Pinkie off of him. She rolled toward the door to cut off his escape, but Spike jumped to his feet and ran instead toward the stairs.

She took chase, able to close the distance in a few bounds and pounced on Spike again when they reached the second floor.

Panting for breath, Spike rolled onto his back, finding that she had allowed him to but she immediately craned her head close enough for him to count her individual eyelashes.

“Pinkie...” Spike breathed out, feeling the same heat he felt when he was watching Rarity back at Sweet Apple Acres. He smelt perspiration and felt her body against his.

Their faces drew close.

He clenched his eyes, trying to clear away those thoughts. “We shouldn't be...” Spike breathed out. His mind was becoming hazy. “I won't hold back if...”

“...there's...no choice...” she whispered between breaths as their snouts touched.

Their lips touched. Then they brushed against one another.

Electricity and fire and ice elicited a small shutter from her as they broke contact and she leaned away. Pinkie's eyes soon became half-lidded and she brought her face close to his again.

His upper lip felt the rough texture of her tongue. He reciprocated the gesture. Their noses pressed against once another. Their breaths grew heavier.

“See?...it's dangerous...for you to...hold your urges in...you'd...attack...”

“Pink...ie...” Spike finally breathed out as their lips pressed more firmly.

They each made small, slow pecks against each others' lips, imprinting into their minds the taste and feel of the other.

Spike couldn't say that she had any distinct taste. If anything, Pinkie Pie's kisses gave him the impression of a particular texture. Her lips were soft and supple. Like a marshmallow. The fine hairs on her face tickled him slightly. Her face was longer than his and thus reached down to him whenever they came close to kiss. The edge of her front teeth raked his lips every so often with each kiss.

Pinkie then escalated, breaching his lips with her large flat tongue and began to explore his mouth. She started with feeling his teeth one at a time. Spike opened his jaw wider to welcome her tongue's slow, tentative movements. After taking a quiet breath through his nose, he pressed his tongue under her probing muscle, ushering it further into his mouth. He pinned it against the roof of his mouth then enclosed his lips around her tongue, lightly sucking on it.

Remaining still, Pinkie accepted his ministrations and moaned. After a few seconds, she pulled her tongue back and Spike gave chase into her mouth. He halted, retreated his tongue back into his own mouth and swallowed the built up saliva, along with her taste. Her tongue caressed the back of the dragon's upper lip, to which he answered its call, lapping at it with his forked tongue like he was tasting a juicy wet popsicle.

Pinkie stepped off of him and began stepping back, and he followed after her. Their surroundings had become a blur and the two found themselves now on Twilight's bed. Spike's clawed hands began to roam all over the pony's body, the hairs of her pink coat and the contours of her legs and torso. They rolled around on the bed until he was on top of her, kissing all the while.

She gasped and pulled her face away from his. Pinkie looked down to her waist and noted his exposed member and with slight impatience, Spike pushed his hips toward her. In response she moved her waist slightly lower, to meet him but he only succeeded in parting her vulva and rubbed upwards against her stomach, grinding her swelling clitoris along the way.

Spike shivered from the novel feeling and was encouraged by her soft gasps, and so continued humping between her lower lips. They continued like this for a few more minutes, until a pink hoof was brought close to his face. He stopped in confusion, and glancing up his green eyes met Pinkie's own blue ones, casting a soft glance onto him with a subtle look of wanting beginning to appear.

“You can...” Pinkie offered a concerned smile while wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with her hoof. “...you can put it in already, Spike...” She was enjoying the feeling, but was straining not to let her own growing impatience become obvious.

Spike gulped as he felt anxiety spark from her words. “I'm not...I wasn't in, yet?” Panting quickly, he looked down and saw his penis in plain view, coated in the pony's excitement but realization began to dawn on him. Embarrassment had frozen him from continuing.

She lightly stroked her hoof up and down the back of the dragon's head, then along the fin near his ear. “No need to be so nervous, Spike. We've done it once already. Remember?”

“...sorry, but I don't really...remember...last time...”

“Oh.” Pinkie's own brows furrowed and her idly moving hoof stopped. Spike was staring downward glumly all the while. “So technically,” she begun to say, bringing her hoof under his chin and had him look at her again, “You could say that this is your first time...” His eyes grew wide in astonishment and Spike looked away toward anything and everything else, stammering and mumbling protests and blushing a hot red in his cheeks.

She chuckled softly at the reaction, feeling her lips curl upwards in amusement. Pinkie also felt his still-hard penis rub against her, eliciting a dreamy sigh. Wordlessly she wrapped her legs around him—her front legs around his head and her rear legs crossed over the other and pressed on his back, above his tail.

She hugged him close, resting her head on his shoulder, bringing her muzzle close to his ear. “Well then...since you forgot, I want you to be gentle this time...” Pinkie whispered, her eyes now half-lidded. Spike felt one of her front hooves drag slowly down his body, to his waist, to the length of his exposed penis. “Don't worry...I'll guide you in.”

Giving a single nod, Spike closed his eyes and slowly moved his hips forward. He hissed at the tightness of her folds, the hot, wet feeling enveloping his head and then his shaft. Immediately Pinkie reacted, arching her back and wrapping her legs tighter as he drove as far in as he could. Spike shuddered from the caress of her insides, as though he were being swallowed, and inhaled the saccharine aroma of the cotton-candy mane brushing against his face.

She felt Spike begin pulling away, and quivered from his arduously drawn-out movements, clenching her jaw and taking long, deep breaths to keep from making any sounds. As Spike slowly entered her once more, Pinkie tightened her legs around the dragon even more, privately wishing that he would fill her faster than this. Opening her mouth to speak, the pony could only let out a sigh. Spike had unwittingly dragged over a sensitive portion of her interior walls, flooding Pinkie with a wave of heat that blew away her thoughts into a sudden flash of white.

Spike paused and looked down as he felt a trickle running down his thigh.

“N-no...” The dragon's face was pinned tightly against her chest, making it impossible to see what had happened. “D-don't...don't look...” Pinkie timidly pleaded between soft, tired pants of breath. Nodding his head in understanding, Spike instead pushed in again, catching Pinkie off guard and provoking a barely restrained whinny. Her breathing had picked up as had his pace.

She struggled weakly against his gentle onslaught, loosening her legs around Spike while contracting her vaginal walls tighter after each successive thrust.

Grunting now, a feverish heat took hold of his body. Spike wrapped his arms around Pinkie's torso, grasping the soft yet toned slopes of her back and sped up his thrusts, exchanging his full, deep movements for quicker, shorter ones.

“Ah! AH!” Pinkie took notice and threw her head back, arching her spine uncomfortably to meet him halfway. “Sssss-pike...uhn...S-Spike!” She called out as she grew closer and closer to her second climax. Her breaths became throaty gasps while Spike's fatigue grew, causing him to falter in his quick pace. “S-slower...deeper!” Pinkie looked up toward him and wrapped her front legs around his head tightly, pulling their faces close and brought her lips to his in a chaste kiss. Spike groaned out and pushed his full length as far as he could into Pinkie and let out a jet of heat.

Without speaking, the two of them broke their kiss and remained in each others' embrace. Being smaller than her, Spike had pressed his ear against her chest, hearing her heartbeats and feeling her lungs expand and contrast with every breath.

As they remained connected, her wetness surrounding him remained burning hot.

Pinkie in turn had her eyes closed, head resting on a pillow, feeling Spike lay on top of her and listening to every thud of her heart. She became a bit self-conscious of her breathing. Spike's seed, which had managed to fill her deepest parts, felt hot and left her lightheaded.

Pinkie opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. She idly counted the grooves of the wood, half-realizing that now both her first and second times were spent with the dragon currently in her embrace. The second time was definitely worth remembering.

They remained like this for a few more minutes, listening quietly to each others' breaths.

Feeling that he had softened enough, Spike pulled out of her, and lied down on the bed. Pinkie rolled off of it as he did so. As her hooves touched the floor, her stance was unsure at first. But the pink pony managed to make her way to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Spike remained lying in bed as his thoughts slowly began to return and the fog cleared away. He stared at the ceiling, counting the grooves in the wood. He heard the faucet running beyond the bathroom door. As soon as his penis had re-sheathed itself, Spike sat up and leaned his back against the headboard. The dragon looked over the state of Twilight's sheets without any sort of panic, contrary to what he thought would happen. Instead, he simply and calmly jumped to the floor and bundled the soiled sheets and threw them to the side so he could wash them later.

By the time Spike had finished putting a new set of sheets onto the bed, Pinkie Pie had exited the bathroom. Spike and Pinkie exchanged glances and then, in silent understanding, made their way to the front door with Spike in the lead. They descended the stairs and had gotten within sight of the front door when Spike was no longer able to stay quiet.

“S-say, Pinkie Pie...Um...” He rubbed the back of his head with a clawed hand. “If you aren't busy later tonight,.Pinkie Pie, uh, Pinkie...I was wondering...”

“Spike...” she sighed and came to a stop behind him at the door.

“...well, I mean it doesn't have to be tonight, but anytime you were hungry...”

“Spike.”

“...and had free time, I was thinking that I could cook someth-”

“Spike!” her loud tone had stopped him mid-sentence. More pressingly, the purple dragon was taken aback when he heard her let out a distressed sigh. “...don't...” she said while slowly shaking her head.

“'Don't' what?” nearly stumbling on those two words, Spike furrowed his eyes at her reaction.

Pinkie placed a hoof on his shoulder and arched her eyebrows upward. He flinched at first, but settled and managed to relax slightly. There was a slight pause before she spoke.

“I'm sorry if you misinterpreted my intentions, Spike.” Her eyes were calm, voice stern and her directness had instantly grabbed his attention. “Please understand, I only did what I did to protect Rarity and the others. And even if I...it wouldn't be good for the others to know what happened. So let's just pretend it didn't.”

Silent for a moment, his mind then immediately understood what she was saying. It took some effort to hide his embarrassment but it wasn't too difficult. But it was hard to cover up the surprise in his voice. “R-right...” Spike nodded. He offered a weak smile and gulped. “Of course.”

Whatever it was that caused him to...attack...Pinkie Pie last night was sure to happen again if it wasn't regularly taken care of. And the fact that it happened outside of Rarity's boutique meant that she was the one he was intending to go after...there was no pretending now that he was somehow possessed and unable to control his body, considering what he and Pinkie had just finished doing not a moment ago.

Staring at the floor for a while, Spike looked up to Pinkie's blue eyes once more and her mouth turned up into a smile, albeit a small one.

Taking her hoof off of his shoulder, Pinkie opened the door and looked back toward him, wearing a fuller smile that only left him feeling cold. “I'll be sure to help you again tomorrow. But don't hesitate to come to me if the urge gets too much to hold back, ok?”

Spike nodded.

Pinkie lingered for a moment before stepping outside. “I'll tell the girls we couldn't find what we were looking for, and that you suddenly felt sleepy. So you can just stay back here at the library. See you, Spike.”

The dragon nodded and closed the door as she turned to leave.

Spike simply stood there, quietly staring at the door.

Outside, Pinkie leaned against the bark of the library tree, her eyes clenched shut.