His Little Pet

Chapters

The Safety Word is (Not) Lavender
Everything is About Sex / Sex is About Power
Dragons Aren't Animals (Clop)
And at The Center of The Web; There Sat a Spider, Fat and Fed
Is It Ever That Simple?
The Greatness of A Mare's Power is The Measure of Her Surrender (Clop)
Happy Happy Joy Joy And Other Whimsical Date Night Shenanigans
Operation Enticing Applejack
A Gala to Forget
One Apple, Ready to be Plucked
Come in Out of the Rain/It Won't Hide Your Tears
An Apple Each and Every Day
Dr. Mind Eye's psychological Evaluation of The Dragon Later Known as "Spike"
Author Update

The Safety Word is (Not) Lavender

Twilight Sparkle's Field Notes on Romance and Sexuality - Volume 7

As I have/will do in all past and future volumes I will summarize all previous volumes so that, in the event of some volumes being lost or destroyed, the reader will know of key events that will give context for these notes.

I hatched Spike when I was four years old for the entrance exam for Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. One of only three ponies who have managed to do so before the age of six. Under the Dragon Equine Treaties any hatchling found in Equestria must be either, A: Released into the wild, B: Be given to the dragon representative in Equestria, or C: Be adopted into the royal family under special strictures until such time as he/she chooses to leave Equestria.

Most ponies would have voted for option A. Celestia was going to choose option B. But I begged and pleaded for option C. I couldn't let this little hatchling, a creature that I had helped to come to life, be given to a giant fire breathing beast. The Princess didn't like the idea at first but I convinced her. I had thought that I would take care of him like a mother. But then, I was only four years old, the closest thing to taking care of a living creature that I had done was occasionally filling up the bird feeder outside.

I did visit at least once a week. The little dragon - He hadn't received a name yet - was a very fast learner. By the third day he could freely switch between bipedal and quadrupedal movement. By the second week he could climb walls with his sharp claws. By the third week he figured out door handles and it was impossible to keep him from entering any and every room in the palace. By the sixth week he could speak single words. Apparently his first word was "knob-gobbler" so he most likely learned most of his language from the various guards and clerks of the palace.

Some time in the third month I began teaching him how to read and by the fourth he and I read at the same level, which I believe was that of a tenth grader at the time. He gained a thirst for knowledge similar to mine, but while mine was limited to magic and books, Spike wanted to know how to do things. He would pester cooks until they showed him how to bake, guards until he knew how to hold a sword, (the things weighed twice as much as him!) and clerks until his penmanship became legible, though not that nice.

This all occurred throughout approximately one and one half years time. On his first birthday I got him a copy of my favorite story book: The Complete Works of The Brothers Grimm. When I explained to him what birthdays are he insisted that he be invited to my birthday parties and, after convincing my mother he was allowed to come, was. It was a few months after my sixth birthday that 'The Incident' occurred

I believe that this incident occurred exactly two years, three months, and twelve days after hatching and was the beginning of his and my 'special' relationship. Understand that there was nothing sexual in the action at the time, no matter what perverse implications it has now. Most likely one of the gryphons taught him how to do it, I've never asked, but one day he began stalking. Like a cat, stalking it's prey. At first it was just fun, I'd see him crouched atop a bookcase, stubby tail trying to lash back and fourth while he waited to pounce on an unwary clerk. One day we were up well past our bedtimes. I was still in the archives and Spike was keeping me company. I had turned to ask if he could help me putting the books away when I saw this look in his eyes.

He wasn't being playful, no, this was dead serious. This was a predator looking at prey and it sent a shiver running down my filly spine. I tried to run, I truly did, but he's faster than he looks and he had me in less than a second. Claws digging into my tender skin and sharp, gem crushing teeth at my throat. He held me against the floor for many minutes, never letting go but never increasing the pressure of his claws or teeth. When my heavy breathing subsided and my heart slowed he released his teeth but held me down with his claws.

"Never run from me Twilight. Never." I remember his words as if he were whispering them in my ear again. Low, predatory, a voice that could chill blood and make you think of nothing but salivating jaws and razor teeth. I never have run from him again. I never will.

Skip forward to when I turned fifteen. I move into a tower of the archives and Spike moves in with me, now my assistant by his and my request. It was great. With Cadance getting tutored by Celestia and my older brother in the guard Spike was my best friend and confidant.

I think the beginning of the sexual aspect began on my sixteenth birthday. It had become a tradition that on Spike's birthday I would get him a nice book and on mine he would get me something completely unrelated to books or studying. This year was different. He got me an 'artificial horn'. His face went so red when I told him that it was a vibrator that I thought he'd die of embarrassment. When he offered to take it back and get me something else I refused. It was a funny gift. What I didn't tell him was that I would never have the courage to go out and get one myself and as a young mare I was beginning to get... curious about certain parts of my body.

Somehow that little mess up became a new kind of tradition. Now on my birthday Spike would get me something completely unrelated to books but also one naughty item as a kind of joke. The next year I got an anal plug, the year after he got me magic vibrated little eggs that could be placed anywhere on the body. My twentieth birthday was when everything changed. That year he got me a black leather collar with a metal ring through the front for a leash. It was enchanted so that unicorn magic couldn't touch it. What I didn't know at the time was that only the one who fastened it could take it off without cutting it. Spike cheerfully helped me to put it on, laughing at our little joke. I was a good filly, I wouldn't be caught dead wearing something like that. Heck, I felt uncomfortable wearing formal gowns because they seemed to draw attention to my mare bits.

But when he put that collar on me, tightened it to fit snugly against my fur and stepped back to take a look that light came on in his eyes. I recognized it now. It was not predator gazing at prey. It was a dragon looking at something it wished to possess. It was a look that he had given other things over the years, and, for the most part, they became part of his little collection. He had never again looked at another living being like that after the first time so many years ago. But he looked at me with those eyes now.

When he tugged at the metal ring, ostensibly to check that it was securely on, I plunged forward and kissed him full in the lips. It was an awkward meshing of lip and tooth but I enjoyed every second of it as my heart tried to beat it's way out of my chest. My favourite part was his reddened face after we parted lips and looked at each other.

I don't think I loved him. Not romantically and not at first. We were just two young adults exploring our sexuality. We soon fell into what I now know is the common dom/sub roles. Spike would initiate, sometimes in private but often in public, with a kiss or a discreet slap or grab or caress along my haunches. I was embarrassed and a little scared of being caught but I never told him to stop. At first it was just sex: missionary, doggy style, cowgirl even. I would sometimes try to initiate but Spike never really let me. Kisses would be hesitant, he'd slip away before I could properly caress or even touch him. Then I got the idea for lingerie. But I didn't have any.

I had a few socks which I spelled to be knee high but I knew that wouldn't be enough. I had some undergarments but they were plain and boring. Then I got the idea to wind string around the top portion of my tail. This forced my tail up and away, revealing my leaking marehood to anyone who might have climbed in to my tower that night. Then the coup de grâce, the leather collar that I had received for my birthday. Outfit completed I waited for him to find me.

When he entered the tower looking for me he found me laying half on my side, leg slightly raised to give an excellent view of my nether regions and giving him my best - though untested - sultry look. He approached me slowly, quietly, and I grew nervous. Had I done something wrong? Was he angry? He soothed my fears when he reached the bed.

"You look beautiful Twilight." He whispered, caressing my ear with a claw, "Like a naughty little bitch." My eyes widened at that. Spike rarely swore and only when he was either very angry or when he hurt himself and he had never put me down before. My eyes welled with tears and suddenly dom Spike was gone and loving, caring, my best friend in the whole wide world Spike was back, "No, no, no, no, no, Twilight, you're not a bitch, I meant like a dog, like a pet. I thought, with the collar, and the look. I thought... well, I don't know what I thought, but don't cry, don't cry, I'm here."

We didn't have sex that night. Spike slept there with me all night. We didn't have sex in the morning either. That morning we made love to each other. Gentle, caring, loving, and I truly loved him then, and I believe he truly loved me, but, well, gentle hadn't been able to do it for me for months. It wasn't until he slapped my butt and tugged on the collar. "Now if my little bitch is done playing the nice girl for her Master I think it's time for some real fun." I'd never cum so hard in my life like the way I came when he pounded me into my mattress that morning.

We did research on it, of course, and found that it was pet play, a sub genre of BDSM. After we found that out we knew what we were looking for. False abandonment, 'walks' around the palace grounds at night, I even once wore a vibe to my lessons with Celestia. I think she caught on but she never mentioned it. I had never felt so cared for, so loved, in my entire life. I began, I am ashamed to admit, to have an unhealthy need for it.

I'd ask him to hurt me. Just little things at first. Spanking and a light riding crop wasn't doing it any more, I wanted welts, I wanted to bleed for my Master. To show him my love, to show him that even if he became a big, scary, fire breathing monster I would still be his loyal pet. I asked that he claw me, slap my face, ram his dragon phallus down my throat until I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. We were stupid. Even though every book said to have a safe word we never used one. I didn't need an emergency stop. I could take anything he could dish out, and I didn't want him to have to hold back any more. I wanted to be everything he needed.

But Spike is a dragon. His body has scales like metal, bones of stone, and teeth that can rip through diamonds. Even with magically assisted healing I knew my body couldn't take everything he could dish, but I wanted it so much. It got worse. As his contacts as a 'prince' expanded we could have enough cut-outs that we could spend more of my stipend and his allowance on gear. A bull whip, which Spike could wield expertly after only a few weeks, silk and hemp rope that felt rough or silky against my fur and skin, a dozen collars, blinders, saddles of every shape and size.

Sex began to interfere with my studies. Celestia was noticing and commenting on bruises and scabs. I peaked when I secretly ordered a set of special knives. When I asked him if he would like to dine on a piece of his pet he set the knife, which he had been inspecting, down. "No, Twilight." He said solemnly, "Sit down, we need to talk."

I may have freaked out a little. I may have tried to apologize profusely, going so far as to try to suck his flaccid and sheathed phallus. I may have tried cutting myself to show that I could take it, and he may have needed to tie me down to stop my attempts at self mutilation, and, further more, comfort me for nearly an hour to stop my sobbing of, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't hate me, I love you."

When I was finally calmed down and as cuddled against him as I could be in my trussed up state he began speaking. "I talked with Princess Celestia today." I didn't respond. "You've been doing poorly with your studies lately."

"S'not that bad." I managed to reply.

"Twilight, you failed your last test." That shook me. I failed? I failed? Spike was quick to stroke and caress my head and ears as I began to hyperventilate.

"How, why, who, this isn't possible!" I exclaimed, "Twilight Sparkle doesn't fail!"

"Twilight," Spike asked softly, "What was today's lesson about?"

"I... Well... It was about..." I didn't know, "I don't know."

"And what were you thinking about when you should have been paying attention to your teacher?"

"I was... I was..." My face turned red in shame. I had been thinking of both how delighted Spike would be when I showed him his present and alternately how terrified I was to feel cold steel enter my body.

"It's Ok Twilight, I here for you. So is Celestia, and your parents, and even your brother if you can find him around here. We all love you, but you have a problem."

I nodded shamefacedly. I had almost ruined my life for what? Sex? No, I knew what it was for. I wanted Spike to love me, I never wanted him to leave me, and I had gotten it into my head that the only way to do that was to let him do whatever he wanted with me. Then I had assumed that since he was a dragon that he wanted to hurt me. That he was a brute at heart who wanted nothing but ashes and pain. As I looked up into his kind eyes I knew I was wrong. Spike loved me, not what he could do to me. He wanted my pleasure, not my pain, though if those two overlapped a bit who was he to object?

"I love you Twi." He, Spike, my Master, said quietly, "Which is why I need to do this." My eyes widened for a second, believing, foolishly, that he would leave me, "And this is an order from your Master, mind. No sex for three weeks," My hear both fell and soared, "And you're never to fail a test again." I smiled up at him, I could do that.

That was when I stopped using his name in private, always calling him Master. Perhaps deep in my subconscious I felt I didn't deserve to use the name of such a kind and noble dragon, or perhaps is was an outlet for my frustrated sexuality, always trying to add a little kink to every situation. The next few months were hard.

It took three months before Master could bring me to orgasm again. I had to re-learn the erotic thrill of a caress instead of a slap, a kiss where a phallus deep in my throat used to be, and long, gentle strokes where once my hindquarters would be red from the slapping of hand or pelvis. My wounds healed, the bruises disappearing and only one or two reappearing lightly when Master or I became a little extra frisky. The welts on my hindquarters and the scabs from whip and claw healed. I began walking straighter, something I hadn't even noticed that I had changed.

Months passed and as it approached my twenty second birthday I had an idea. I tried to broach it delicately one night while I was licking at his phallus while he pretended disinterest, seemingly reading a book, which contradicted his steed hard shaft.

"Master," I asked, "May your pet present a question?"

"She may." Master said, running a claw lightly around the base of my ear.

"Does Master want..."

"Yes?"

"Iwaswonderingifyouwantedanotherpet." I blurted.

He stayed silent and raised an eyebrow.

"W-Well, I know that sometimes I'm tired and you want to go and sometimes you want it harder that I can handle so maybe... I don't know... We could find a new pet?"

He smiled, "Wouldn't you get jealous?"

"No." I replied, indignant, "If the Master wants another pet then he could have as many as he wanted."

"Is that so?"

No, it wasn't. Of course I'd be jealous. But just like I said, if it made him happy I think that would be ok. Who knows, I may even come to like the other mares. Maybe we could be our own little herd of pets.

"Well, pet." Master said, putting on his authoritative voice, "We'll see if we can find a suitable addition to our little dog and pony show. But first, I think somepony needs to be reminded that she doesn't take that tone of voice with her Master."

I widened my eyes in mock horror as he reached down and drew up the old, shiny leather riding crop. Each smack was like a tiny 'I love you' and I made sure to sing my pain and pleasure to the heavens.

We began looking for a suitable addition early the next morning but, to my astonishment and my Master's slight disappointment we found nothing but group after group of sycophantic mares that would do anything for a little of the 'prince's' affection.

I was losing hope of ever finding somepony to be my pet mate when Celestia found it prudent to send us to a dinky little town sitting in the shadow of Canterlot Mountain to, "Make some friends."

And lo and behold I did. All it took was the return of the evil Nightmare Moon to bring myself and five other mares together. I don't know them very well, having only met them yesterday, but Master likes them and I'll take his word for it until I get to know them better.

With Celestia having left me here to study the power of friendship I guess I have no choice but to learn to socialize a little bit. But this doesn't bother me nearly as much as it would have a few years ago. Perhaps I'll even come to like this little town. If nothing else it has an excellent male/female ratio. Maybe here Master and I can make a real life together. And maybe we can make a herd worthy of his love.

This concludes the end of the summary of past events as told by Twilight Sparkle, Age: twenty two, the day after the Nightmare Moon Incident.

Everything is About Sex / Sex is About Power

Princess Celestia sat at her rather large and ornate desk and felt something that she had little experience with, even over her millennium long rule without her sister. She was unsure if she had made the correct decision. At the centre of her desk sat Twilight Sparkle's very first friendship report. On the right side sat the letter that had arrived after it. Spike's mental health and ascension readiness report. To the left sat a pair of very old papers. Twilight and Spike's original psyche evaluations.

The four pieces of paper taken individually would seem innocuous enough. They would show some, for the most part, intelligent and interesting beings that have a few fundamental flaws but were of no danger to anyone. Together, however, they painted a picture that could lead to disaster if handled incorrectly.

Perhaps the most important page was the one sitting on the farthest left of the desk.

Psychiatric Evaluation of patient Twilight Sparkle, Age: 4, conclusions after one (1) year of regular meetings.

Performed by Dr. Mind Eye and reviewed by Dr. Rorschach

After a year of regularly speaking with miss Sparkle I am left with a conundrum. She exhibits all the usual evidence of a happy and healthy filly in almost every aspect. I have, however, come to the disturbing conclusion that Twilight Sparkle is dangerously codependent, mildly anti-social, and slightly - though well within acceptable ranges - obsessive. This is a very serious combination which originally lead me to believe that she may have been physically or sexually abused at home.

However, after an intelligence team observed the family (as per regulation 302-B of the Power Potential Act) for a period of five (5) months it was seen that she had a healthy home life and while the parents were more hands-off than the average there was still love and care between the family members.

This leads me to believe that at some point in the young filly's life she came to the conclusion that she, as an individual, was not important and placed all her time and energy into... Perhaps the best term for it would be 'Serving a Cause.'

From what I can gather she was always attempting to be helpful, which is not abnormal in itself, but as she grew up and began to understand the world around her she picked two (2) things to focus on. Magical Studies and her brother, Shining Armour. In the first she showed a dedication that bordered on obsession with understanding and using her magic. This is strange in that her horn was underdeveloped. She would have had a great deal of trouble using even the most basic of magics and yet she persisted until she was able to release the kind of energy we expect from fully trained unicorn guards.

The second outlet, her brother, is quite interesting. When asked she expressed that she and her brother never fought or argued. While unusual, it is sometimes seen that siblings do not fight. However, in this instance the two individuals are nearly complete opposites. Twilight seems to enjoy quiet while her brother much prefers social situations. This would normally lead to Twilight disliking the fact that her brother brings friends over. However, she expressed no emotion about this other than she wished they would be quieter.

This line of questioning lead down an ever longer and darker path. Twilight knows EVERYTHING about her brother. Grades, friends names and addresses, she even knows the material he is studying in university and assists in his studying.

When asking her foal sitter, one Princess Cadance, she informed us that at one point Twilight tutored her on Shining Armour. Needless to say this is highly unusual.

In conclusion, Twilight Sparkle would be an excellent student for the school. However, I suggest that she see a psychiatrist regularly and be subject to vigilance in the event that her tenuous mental position be monitored. She is still young. With help she could become the next Starswirl or Crimson Jewel but she does need help before her problems burrow too deeply into her psyche.

Recommendation: DENIED

Further down the page was clipped a small note.

For Dr. Mind Eye's eyes only

That denial came down from the top doctor. Do not pursue this. I am aware that you prefer to take a direct hand with your patients but this one is beyond you. Take my advice. Leave the royal forces and find yourself a small practice somewhere far away. Vanhoover or Apple Loosa. Just get out of Canterlot. Trust me, you do not want to push this.

Celestia was glad that Dr Eye had taken the advice and left for a medium sized town near neighgeria falls. He was a good doctor and she would have hated to have lost him. She had at first been quite worried about her new student. The Princess, however, had plans for young Twilight. Plans that dictated that she have a spotless record. It wasn't until she had read the second paper on the desk that she had formulated her plan. A plan that she had been considering for over a year. A plan that would take nearly seventeen years to come to fruition. Now the plan was entering its final stages. Just a few more years.

And then she could finally relax.

The Daily Life of Twilight Sparkle and Spike - Volume 15

It's been a few weeks since Spike and I moved to Ponyville and I'm beginning to quite like it here. It's peaceful. Nearly nopony comes to the library except when a new Daring Doo book comes out and that gives me lots of time to study. I'm getting to know my new friends and I've never been happier. Who knew that having ponies to talk to could be so much fun? Spike is fitting in better even than I am, but then, he always has. I do see less of him now. What with him visiting Rarity to dig up gems, or Fluttershy to help with animals, or teaching Pinkie how to roast a gemstone just so, he has less time for just us time than before but that's ok.

In fact I think this may strengthen our bond in the long run. Because we have a secret. In the day time he may be my number one assistant but at night I'm his number one pet. It makes me giddy just thinking of one of the girls accidentally walking in and catching us in the act. They'd be all shocked and appalled because, well, I still call him a 'baby' dragon, and they would think I was forcing myself on him.

Silly fillies. Anypony who looked close enough could see that it's just a mask that he puts on so that ponies don't see him as a threat. I mean really, how else are they supposed to accept that there's a dragon living among them? Spike is a master of disguise. In the personality sense. He can be the fun little kid, the sarcastic smart guy, the indignant straight stallion, or the lovable goof. This line of thought brings me to some interesting conclusions. This line of thought to be continued in Twilight's Personal Journal - Volume 27, Page 334.

In other news I'm going to the GGG this year! I've never gone before because Spike was forced to go because of 'princely duties' and said it was utterly boring. But he never said that Celestia herself presided over it. I can't wait to have a night with her all to myself! I nearly never see her for more than an hour at any given time, what with ponies always coming and going and her royal duties always getting in the way of lessons and just time to talk. I think the correct term for what I'm feeling is SQUEE~.

Though some not so good things have also happened. Applejack tried to kill herself through overwork, one of Rainbow Dash's old friends stopped by and, I think Applejack said it best, "She was a total bitch." The most interesting thing that happened was this unicorn named Trixie came to town. She was also kinda a bitch but it wasn't so bad. Of course then she had to play the 'anything you can do I can do better' card. Spike wanted me to show her up but when I looked at how my new friends were acting I froze up. I had been given an order that could have ruined my relationship with my new friends.

But my Master is a kind Master and when he saw that I felt conflicted about the order he soothed me. But he got this new look in his eyes. A look that said, "You are fucking with my property and you will pay for that." I'm not going to lie, the look made me wet, but more about that in Twilight Sparkle's Field Notes on Romance and Sexuality - Volume 7, Page 15. My suspicion was confirmed when later that night he remarked. "If I ever see that mare again I'm going to fuck the arrogance right out of her."

I don't know if that is true or not but we'll probably never see her again anyway, she ran off pretty fast.

It was less than a week later when the Princess asked me to talk to an older dragon. I was excited but Spike was less so. Apparently he's unwilling to go anywhere near an adult dragon. Perhaps some instinct about territory or some such?

It's only speculation but I'll record it and see if he has any other feelings about these thing.

One final note - the rest of the report can be found on Twilight Sparkle's Field Notes on Romance and Sexuality - Volume 7, page 16 - I swear Fluttershy was made specifically to make me wet.

Twilight Sparkle's Field Notes on Romance and Sexuality - Volume 7

Oh my Goddess. Those eyes. That voice. That sheer presence. I can't tell what was hotter, the dragon or how Fluttershy is a dirty talking whorse. Firstly she starts by listing all the things that make dragons the most desirable creatures in Equestria. Their claws. Their fire. Their ability to eat a pony in one bite. I had to force myself not to rub my plot into her snout as she did the equivalent of standing behind me and tease me with her tongue and mouth.

Then she tried to get out of helping us by saying how scared she is of the, - and I quote - "huge, gigantic, terrible, enormous, teeth-gnashing, sharp scale-having, horn-wearing, smoke-snoring, could-eat-a-pony-in-one-bite, totally-all-grown-up dragon." The thoughts running through my mind at the time were, "Oh yes, I love it when you talk dirty."

We get there after the ground itself tries to kill us and wait around for nearly an hour while Applejack pushes Fluttershy up the mountain and then what happens? Nothing. Apparently it's difficult to make a dragon leave its home, its hoard, and, most likely, any nearby friends or relatives. Who'd a thunk it?

Then Rainbow Dash has the bright idea to get us all killed so the royal guard would have to deal with it. I'm just glad Fluttershy was there. I'm really, really, really glad Fluttershy was there. When she saw that we had gotten hurt she just snapped. She commanded that dragon to leave. Every order she gave I felt the instinctual response of, "Yes, Mistress." Oh Goddess, she was beautiful. With her slight figure next to that huge dragon I can't believe I didn't cum on the spot.

I want her. I want her to want me. I want to kneel and lick her hooves as she tells me what a good filly I've been and how I deserve a reward for my devotion. I want to see her in black and red with her hair in a braid as she whips me. I want to feel her teeth. I want to please her in every way I can.

When I was finally alone with Master I said, as firmly as I was allowed, "Fluttershy."

He didn't need to ask if I was sure, he knew me too well for that. And thus began what Master humorously called, "Operation Flutterslut."

I knew that, if we could tap into that potential, it would be glorious. To make her see that to be a pet is the most fulfilling thing that a mare could do in her life. To let her understand the true love and affection that could come from being disciplined. But secretly I hope that there is another way. If we could make her see that sometimes being bold can let you spread your love to others as Master shares his love with me. I know, deep in my heart, that she could be truly beautiful, not under the Master's heel, but standing at his side.

Dragons Aren't Animals (Clop)

Twilight Sparkle's Field Notes on Romance and Sexuality - Volume 7

Later in the evening after we had hashed out the plan Master was upstairs getting ready for bed while I finished some research. I was feeling particularly frisky thanks to (Mistress) Fluttershy and I hoped beyond hope that Master would at the very least let me lick his claws. I hadn't done anything wrong recently so I should be able to do that at least, even if he wasn't in the mood.

Each time I think about how I haven't done something wrong it reminds me of the incident in Volume 6. I had done poorly on a test three weeks after I had promised to get my act together. Master punished me. Not "punished" with a riding crop or a nice spanking, no, he made me go out to the garden, use my teeth to cut a switch from a rose bush, and bring it back to him.

For three days I was punished. He'd start slowly, lightly, caressing my skin with the thorny switch. The tingling pricks made me wet and also made me whine for his claws or teeth. He'd always start with a lecture. It would start with, "Pets need to know their place. Pets should always obey their Masters, shouldn't they, Pet?" I wasn't allowed to answer. Animals cannot speak, and I was an animal, "Because no sentient being would lie to the one they love, would they?" I could only mewl like a kitten, wanting, needing him to know that it was an accident, that it wouldn't happen again.

He would trail the switch down my flanks and onto my haunches, never touching my tender mare parts but coming close enough to make me drip from the tingling pain. Then he would bring the switch back. On the first day I tensed, waiting for the blow. It didn't come and when I finally relaxed he whipped the switch hard across my hind quarters. I screamed. It hurt in a way that I now knew was wrong. After a single smack he would discard the switch out the window and take out a tiny vibrating toy and proceed to bring me near orgasm for the next half an hour. Over and over again I would get close and he would remove the toy. I wanted to beg, I wanted to scream.

That night I went to sleep with an aching clit, feeling more sorry than I ever had before.

The next night when the switch went back I tried to tense and when I relaxed I quickly tensed again. The smack never came so I relaxed for longer, and that's when it came.

The second night I went to sleep crying into my pillow.

On the final night of my punishment I tried to tense over and over again, hoping against hope that he would get it over with. The switch never came. After nearly an hour of tensing my muscles over and over again my legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor, sobbing in a voice I knew I wasn't allowed to use that I was sorry and it wouldn't happen again. He soothed me and called me by my name. I had pleased him. I was deserving of being a pony again. That night I slept crying tears of joy.

In the morning he helped me rub one out before going to classes. From then on I threw myself into my studies with the same fervour as when I first started at the school and I've never needed a punishment so severe again.

This was the past though, and tonight I had been a very good filly. Which is why I was confused when I saw the riding crop leaning against the bed and Master sitting atop my mattress stroking his already solid phallus. Normally he would allow me to get him hard. The riding crop was also a mystery, he only brought it out when I needed a "punishment." Which was usually when I had done something he found annoying or otherwise rude.

"Master," I asked meekly, "Has your Pet done something wrong?"

"You're a smart filly Twilight," He responded, "You tell me."

He was using my name at least, that was a good sign. I could not, however, think of something that I had done wrong today. The Princess had given me a mission and I performed admirably. The dragon was gone and Equestria was saved. But obviously I had done something that had angered my Master. I couldn't lie, that would just get me into more trouble. "I don't know Master." I whispered, looking down.

Master snorted out a puff of smoke and when I looked up at him Master Spike closed his eyes...

... And Master Viridian Blaze opened them. "Well, Pet, let me refresh your memory." He hissed. I remember thinking, 'Oh no, Master isn't angry, Master is pissed.'

A quick explanation for those not familiar with the previous volumes. Viridian Blaze is the name I have given the persona that Spike wears when he is either angry, upset, or in a particularly frisky mood. The differences are obvious once you start looking for them. Where Spike kisses Viridian bites. Where Spike spanks Viridian whips. Where Spike whispers Viridian hisses. And it's not an on or off thing. Nips may follow kisses may follow licks, a spanking can turn into a whipping, and loving words may change into hisses of pleasure. This disconnect between the two behavioral patters is helpful to me, though.

Spike, for example wants to hear moaning, panting and whining and will strive to make such sounds escape me while Viridian wants me to scream and beg and will therefore be quite a bit rougher. At first I had to anticipate his mood and use noises to point him in the right direction for the pleasure I wanted and the pleasure that he wanted to give me, which haven't always coincided quite the way I would have liked, but more recently he's become quite adept at finding his own route to love me the way I deserve.

"Why did you ask Fluttershy to accompany you to the cave even though she didn't want to go? Were you simply being mean?"

"No," I was quick to answer, "I thought that her experience with-" And then it hit me and my eyes grew wide.

"Her experience with what, Pet?"

I swallowed thickly and was unable to speak.

"Her experience with WHAT, Pet?"

"Animals." I forced out.

"That's what I thought you said." And then he struck out.

Master has never struck my face before and he didn't begin now as the riding crop swept low and smacked across my right hoof as he used his foot to slide the left out from under me. I hit the ground hard and he stepped onto my neck, putting enough pressure to let me know he didn't want me to stand but not enough to constrict my airway. He leaned over his knee and his blazing eyes met mine.

"Am I an animal to you, Pet?" He whispered, keeping eye contact, "Am I some beast to be left in the backyard on a chain and fed scraps?"

"N-No, Master."

"Then why did you say it?"

"I-I wasn't thinking, Master."

"Is that an excuse?"

"No, Master."

"Then what needs to happen, Pet?"

"I need to be punished, Master."

"And what sort of punishment should you be given, Pet?"

"I deserve to be," I swallowed thickly, "Teased and sent to bed without orgasm, Master."

Master seemed almost surprised, almost. "That seems quite harsh, Pet."

"I deserve it, Master."

My Master didn't respond as he released me and walked over to the bed and climbed atop it, compensating for his short stature. "Come here, Pet." When I approached the bed he didn't tell me to stop until my snout almost pressed against his rock hard member. "Lick it." I obeyed without thinking, running my tongue from base to tip in long, slow licks. I looked up at my Master, knowing that he loves the hooded, lust filled look that I get in my eyes while I pleasure him.

Without orders I took his tip in my mouth and sucked lightly. He twitched in my mouth and took my horn in hand. Using my horn as a handle he moved my head at his own pace, sliding his (I don't usually use this language but no other word properly fits) cock into the deepest recesses of my mouth and pressing his tip against my throat. I had repressed my gag reflex years ago and swallowed instead, massaging his length with throat and tongue.

The moisture between my legs built with his pace as he slid himself deeper and faster into my loving mouth. Saliva spilled out from between my lips and dripped onto my chest as warm pre-cum leaked into my mouth and ignited the furnace in my loins. I moaned around the shaft in my mouth as I saw his ear frills and crest begin to rise with the fire in his eyes. I tried a dirty trick and fondled the balls that had emerged from the split in his lower scales as I swirled my tongue around the head of his dripping cock. I tried to force him to spill his delicious seed into my throat but he used my horn to tear my head away as I felt the first dribbles of cum touch my tongue.

He pushed me away and I was forced to watch as a small wine glass that had been sitting on the bedside table replaced my mouth around his steaming dragon meat as he shot thick rope after rope into the glass, coating the outside and filling it to two claws full of the thick dragon spunk.

After he had caught his breath and his softening phallus retreated back into its sheath he looked over at me and smiled. Viridian was gone and my loving Master Spike had returned. "Now," He whispered, "If you can take your punishment like a good mare I might just let you have a little taste. He held the cum filled glass up to the light and both sets of lips grew damp and needy at the sight. "Present yourself to your Master." He commanded as he stepped down from the bed.

I obeyed hastily, throwing my upper body onto the bed, spreading my rear legs and swishing my tail back a fourth before lifting it up to spread the sent of my sweat and need around the room.

I could hear the smile in his voice, "Eager, Pet?"

"Always, Master."

I felt the leather loop of the riding crop slide sensuously across the lips of my aching vagina, then spread the juices across my thighs and rump. "Eager for what, Pet?"

"For my punishment, Master."

I could feel the almost dark chuckle vibrate through my chest. "You can do better than that Pet."

"I'm eager for you to pleasure me, Master."

"Still not good enough." He pressed the tip of the crop firmly against my tailhole.

"Please~ Master."

"Say it."

The crop began a rhythmic tapping a the hood of my clit and the muscles in my legs jumped at every touch.

"I," I panted out, breathless, "I want you to touch my vagina." The tapping became more insistent.

"Better."

"I-I, Mmph." I panted as the crop began sliding from my clit up to my tailhole and back down again, coating my nethers in my fragrant need. I broke when he sent his hot breath across me.

"I want you to touch my dripping, aching cunt! I want to feel your tongue and claws fuck me like the naughty Pet I am! I'm a needy little slut who wants to feel you inside her! A dirty, filthy whorse who deserves to be punished!"

He pressed the crop hard into my tailhole and slipped his claws into my aching, dripping pussy and pressed just so. I came like a geyser. With a quick step away Master was able to escape most of it while prolonging my orgasm with slow massages inside my tailhole with the riding crop but some of it splashed onto his leg.

I took long minutes to cool down and get my breath back after my legs stopped shaking. It had taken Master years to learn that trick. The mixture of bad language and sudden pressure set me off like a bomb.

"Now, Pet, what have we learned today?" Master asks.

"D-dragons, are not animals." I panted.

"Twilight." I heard my loving, caring Master call from behind me. When I looked back at him he held the glass of cooling semen in his hand, "Remember, you must not spill." And then he tipped the glass so that the thick dragon seed dripped out of the glass and onto the leg that I had dirtied. I rushed from the bed on shaky legs and knelt in front of my Master, licking the mixture of mare and dragon cum from his scales, careful to collect and swallow every drop of the salty, slightly bitter mix.

When I was done I looked up at him sleepily and presented my empty mouth. With a claw to my chin he raised my head and kissed me thoroughly. When first we had done this Master was hesitant to taste his own cum on my lips and tongue but with practice and patience he can now give me a proper good night kiss without gagging.

"One last thing, my Lovely." Master Spike said, using a term of endearment that he rarely saw fit to bestow upon me. He grabbed a warm, damp washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned me up before helping me onto my bed. After cleaning himself and tucking me in he fell into his basket. We only ever slept together on special occasions. His spines and claws would keep me awake with their poking and scratching, not that I minded. But Master wanted me to face every day with a proper night's sleep and so he reserved his warm embrace for special occasions and time when the sex is so tiring that we both fall asleep before we can even clean up.

Even with my Master not in the bed with me, I still felt blanketed with his love. I fell asleep smiling at the thought that soon everymare else would know this feeling too.

And at The Center of The Web; There Sat a Spider, Fat and Fed

Twilight Sparkle's Field Notes on Romance and Sexuality - Volume 7

Twilight asked me to write what I experienced here so that she could, "Analyze the data," on her own time. I feel uncomfortable doing this but Twilight was quite insistent. I should start with who I am.

My name is Fluttershy and I am a yellow pegasus pony with pink hair. I live in Ponyville and I am the local veterinarian and animal expert. I first met Twilight Sparkle and Spike during the Nightmare Moon incident and we became fast friends.

Twilight is nice but, well, the first time I saw them Spike stole the show. He was just so cute! I have always been fascinated by dragons but I'm also, quite logically, terrified of them. Everypony else thinks that it's just me being scared of everything and I'll admit that I do have a tendency to jump at silly things but I know just how much damage a dragon can do. A few years back big green, the dragon that lives in the Everfree, burned a huge portion of the northern Everfree while fighting a particularly old hydra that had awoken from what I can only guess was a very deep slumber.

I shouldn't waste too much space though. I'll start at what I think is the beginning. After I came back from the mission to take care of that particularly rude dragon I found that Spike had done a very good job of keeping everything together. Of course I wanted to give him a little something for his time but he said that that is what friends do for one another.

I, however, felt like I owed the little guy something so when the opportunity arose I invited him over for tea. You see, when I found that one of the ferrets under my charge had been gathering shiny objects I found a little topaz crystal in the pile and since I didn't want it I figured I could give it to Spike, "Because that's what friends do."

So, when he stopped by to say hi while coming back from Zecora's I invited him in for tea and placed the topaz on the saucer. When he asked about it I said that it was just something I found and that I figured it might taste nice.

I distinctly remember him smiling up at me and saying, "Why, Fluttershy, you shouldn't have!" And of course my face lights up like a furnace and I'm quick to splutter out my assurances that, no, I didn't mean it like that. He then gives me this mischievous smile and comes around the table, gives me a kiss on the cheek, and says that he likes his gift. Of course that just sets me off further apologizing and going on about how I would never insinuate such a thing and how it's not that he isn't a handsome dragon, because he is, but I'm not good with romance; he lets me go on and on with this mischievous grin until I realize he's teasing me and I finally fall silent.

From there things were a little more subtle but looking back on them I see how obvious they were. Every time we were together he would make a point to touch me in some way. Usually just a brush on the shoulder as he passed though; occasionally he would touch my face or - I blush just thinking about it - tail. At first I was skittish, jumping every time I was touched but just like with Rainbow Dash and the spa twins I got used to it and I even started to expect it.

I should have realized that I was starting to think of Spike as more than a friend when we had a picnic and I was disappointed that he did not come into contact with me the entire time.

Twilight says that it was obvious after the duel excitements of the Young Fliers Competition followed by my attempt to foalsit Applebloom, Sweetie Bell, and Scootaloo that I was in a prime position to be approached with the idea of a romantic attachment to Spike.

I can attest that they put the final phase of their plan into action the night after I helped Twilight become un-stoned.

It was late, perhaps eleven o'clock, and I was making sure that all the daytime critters were asleep and all the nocturnal animals were well fed or already out and about when I heard it.

At first I thought it was the wind but that night was quite calm and sound could travel quite far. The second time the noise came I recognized it as the moan of an animal in pain. I rushed out of my house and towards where I had heard the sound. I didn't find what I expected.

As I burst out of the tall grass near the forest I found a small clearing of neatly clipped grass around a large oak tree and in that clearing there indeed was an animal in pain. Just not the pain that I could treat. Against the tree Twilight was standing on her back legs with her forelegs tied around the tree so that it looked as if she were hugging it. Standing about ten steps away was cute little Spike wielding a bull whip, lashing the long leather cord back and fourth.

I had never even heard of bondage before that night, so when Spike struck out with the whip I did what I always do when somepony tries to hurt an animal. I zipped over and tried to buck the whip right out of his hand.

Unfortunately, I don't have the same bucking experience that Applejack does, so my aim was a little off. What would have been a bruise on the wrist from one or both of my back hooves grazing his hands turned into a full force double hooved boot straight to his dragon face.

Being the tiny thing that he is Spike went flying. Twilight, had she known what was going on, probably would have screamed. Fortunately for all three of us she was blindfolded and I had been so quiet that the only thing she heard was Spike's body hitting the ground. "Spike?" She asked, "Are you ok?"

"Yes, Pet." Spikes voice came out of the tall grass, "Though it seems Fluttershy has chosen to join us." My eyes widened when he stepped out of the grass. His left eye was bloodshot and his nose bled like a fountain. He spit blood into the dirt at his feet and probed at his teeth with his tongue.

"Oh?" Twilight seemed surprised, "Are you there Fluttershy?"

I couldn't speak as I stared into Spike's eyes, his eyebrows raised as if to say, 'was that really necessary?'

"Fluttershy? Are you going to answer her?"

"Y-y-y-y-yes Twilight." I stammered out, "I'm here... Are you... Are you ok?"

"Fine, fine, just... Hanging around."

"Oh, um... Well... I just-"

"She thinks I was hurting you Twilight." Spike supplied for me.

Twilight seemed to grasp the situation, "Oh, no! No Fluttershy he's not hurting me... At least, not in any way I don't want."

I finally looked over at Twilight, noting the lines of red that showed through her fur. But my eyes were drawn lower, to her moist flower. I think it clicked for me then. She was enjoying this. While I stared at her mare bits, watching as her clitoris winked in and out like an obscene star twinkling in the sky Spike walked slowly up to me and reached down. When I looked back at him he had the whip in his hand and was pulling the leather into neat loops held in his left hand.

"I think that we should call it a night, Pet."

Twilight's voice seemed disappointed, "Yes, *mumble,*" And she used her magic to untie herself from the tree, remove the blindfold, and look over at us for the first time. "Spike! What happened?" Twilight rushed over to examine Spike's battered face.

I stood statue still as Twilight summoned a cloth and wiped at Spike's face while he protested that he was fine and that nothing was badly damaged but she still insisted that he ride her home. Eventually they said that they had to leave. I nodded dumbly and watched as they walked away, Twilight's swishing tail giving the occasional glimpse of her still wet flower.

I had a lot to think about when I got home that night.

When next we met none of us broached the subject of that night. In fact Twilight and Spike made no indication or even remembering that I was there, though I noticed that Spike didn't touch me that day either. Twilight says that she knew that they already had me and well, they did, or if they didn't they at least had my full attention.

For nights after the incident my dreams were plagued with whips that caused pleasure instead of pain and hooded violet eyes. I awoke in a sweat, feeling something I had thought I would only have to deal with during mating season. Oh, yes, they had my full and undivided attention.

Which is why, when nearly a week after that first incident, around the same time, I heard a similar moan on the breeze I knew exactly what I would find in that clearing.

I took my time getting there. Obviously too much time because when I finally pushed some of the long grass aside they were already done. Spike had his back to the tree and Twilight was sprawled on the ground in front of him, panting into the dirt. I stared as their bodies came down from what must have been a workout. After a minute Spike pushed himself off the tree and trailed his claws lightly up Twilight's back and into her mane. She gave a groan of contentment and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be touched that way.

He held her head against his chest and petted her mane for several minutes before finally saying, "We can't have you catching a cold, Pet, so why don't you go home and warm up your bed. If you have it nice and toasty when I get there we can sleep together tonight."

Twilight looked up into his eyes with a look so filled with love and adoration that I felt my heart soar in empathy. I wanted to be on the receiving end of such a look... Or perhaps be the one giving that look. I still don't know. "You get a two minute head start." Spike said, "Starting now." Twilight didn't dash off but she pulled off a good speed for just having finished coupling.

The moment she left I knew I was caught. I had read enough mystery novels to know how this ended. "You can come out now, Fluttershy." I didn't squeak in surprise and I even managed to not creep into the meadow like a filly who had just eaten all the ice cream, but that was the extent of my courage.

His next question caught me off guard though.

"What do you know about love, Fluttershy?"

I was silent for a moment, "Not much, I guess."

"Twilight loves me." He paused, "She loves me with all her heart." Another pause, then, almost sadly, "She has ever since she was a filly." This last pause stretched on and on before finally, "With a love like that I don't think anything can come between us, not a fight, not duty, not another mare, nothing."

I hung my head. Was he saying what I think he was saying?

"But," He continued, "That doesn't mean that there isn't room for somepony else in our little family. Somepony hard working. Somepony who loves her friends. Somepony who is afraid."

The pause seemed to last an eternity.

"Afraid of being hurt, of being alone."

"Afraid of hurting others."

"Afraid of the big wide world."

Tears formed in my eyes. I was afraid.

"And perhaps most of all, afraid of herself."

When had he gotten so close?

My head was lifted in gentle claws.

"You don't have to be afraid of me."

He didn't kiss me then. No, he hugged me close.

I cried into his shoulder that night. I cried for all the things I couldn't do. I had never taken a chance with dating anypony. I had never told Rainbow Dash that I thought her other friends were jerks back in flight school. I had never been able to go into the Everfree without at least two other ponies there to help me. I cried for lost opportunities. But I didn't cry because I was afraid. I felt safe for the first time since I left home to live in my little hut.

I didn't go home with Spike that night, nor the night after. Instead he offered to walk me home and I accepted. He stayed right on the doorstep until I closed the door to go to bed and I watched him take the path home.

That was two nights ago and here I am, in the library, for a "sleepover." I'm nervous, anxious, and a little bit excited. Right after I finish here Twilight is going to take me up to the bathroom to 'freshen me up' and then... I can't write it down. So, funny little book, wish me luck!

Is It Ever That Simple?

The Daily Life of Twilight Sparkle and Spike - Volume 15

I'm writing this less than an hour after waking up in a bed that contained one satisfied purple unicorn, one very satisfied yellow pegasus, and one annoyingly-loudly-snoring dragon and I have come to the firm conclusion that I need a bigger bed. I mean it's nice, snuggling all close together but really, if this happens more often than once a month I'm going to slowly be beaten to death by the floor I keep hitting as I fall off the bed. And whose idea was it to make floors so hard, hmm? Were I in charge of construction I would make all floors out of floating magical carpets. That way when you fall down or drop something it hits a cushion and doesn't hurt.

But the reason I'm sitting here, hair mussed, waiting for Spike to bring me some coffee, and looking over at Fluttershy's increasingly red face, is because I have just asked and she has answered a very important question. She has just agreed to join out little family... Kind of.

When I asked her this morning if she wanted to.. well, my exact words were, "Here, put this on." As I brought over one of my favourite collars. It was a beautiful green silk piece with tiny flame patterns stitched in red along its length.

And of course, Fluttershy being Fluttershy she responded with, "Oh, um, isn't that a little risqué?" I was dumbfounded at first. Maybe if she wore it in public, or maybe if it was one with a leash attachment then it could be called risqué, but silk, and inside?

"Of course not." I promptly responded, "And besides, how else would you tell Spike that you love him? Well, other than saying it, of course."

For a second I didn't realize why she went red in the face but I figured it out as soon as she started speaking, "L-l-love him? That, um, well, that's a very strong word. I mean, yes, we just had the best night of my life so far but, well..." She trailed off into another deep blush, hiding behind her hair. I got it then.

"You know Fluttershy, with any other pony I might accuse you of using us for your own pleasure and then leaving after you got what you wanted." She tried to say that this wasn't so but I held up a hoof to forestall her, "As I said, with any other pony I might think such a thing, but I know that you're almost as honest as Applejack and that you wouldn't do such a thing. I can also understand that joining a family... I believe that this arrangement is called a... It's not a herd because the male isn't a stallion... It's not a flock because none of us are gryphons. I've heard that one mare with several stallions is called a wing when they are pegasi... Ah!" I exclaimed, "There's a book on this!" And I zipped over to my shelf of dictionaries, thesauri, and encyclopedias and pulled out one thesaurus and one encyclopedia.

"Ok," I said out loud, and flipped to herd in the thesaurus and looked at the other words for it, checking their definitions and uses in the encyclopedia until, "Aha! A relationship that contains multiple female participants and a single male participant where the participants are of different races is called a harem." I slipped the books back into their shelves and spotted Spike coming down the stairs rubbing his eyes and looking blearily around and I smiled at him and tilted my head toward the kitchen and mouthed, "Fluttershy," To which he gave a little smile and walked in ahead of me, giving his good mornings and beginning breakfast.

"Now, as I was saying, joining a harem is quite a big step and I know that you wouldn't take it lightly but I thought that, since you came to us and were, for you, quite forward about your desires, I thought that you had thought it over."

"Well, I did, and I came to the conclusion that I wanted this but... I just don't know if I'm ready for the kind of commitment that being part of your..." She blushed further, "Family would be... Maybe we could, I don't know, go on a few dates first? If that's alright with you and Spike?"

I am ashamed to admit that I was a bit miffed when she said that and was about to make a comment about how she probably should have asked before she started sucking my Master's meat pole like a ten bit whorse when Spike, always the diplomat, saw my expression and began speaking before I could.

"That sounds wonderful Fluttershy." He said as he heated up the pan for pancakes, "In fact, I don't think Twilight and I have ever been on a proper date."

"Oh?" She responded, surprised. "Then how long have you been together?" I wasn't going to quite tell her the truth, Spike had technically been underage when we first began our relationship but a vague answer would work just as well.

"A couple of years." Was my response.

"Really? And you've never gone on a date before?"

"No," I realized, "I guess we just never got around to having one."

Fluttershy's face lit up like the sun, "We could have one together." And I found that I really liked the idea. Spike and I had had our share of time together over the years. Heck, if you look at it from the right angle our entire last year before coming to Ponyville could be called one long date. Now, having a real and proper date with both my oldest friend and lover and one of my newest friends and newest lover would be absolutely fantastic.

It was at this point that I thought I should detail these events as they happened and ran upstairs to get this book. Now Spike is putting breakfast on the table and after breakfast I'll take Fluttershy to her cottage. After our date I'll bring her back here and we can detail her first sexual experience and date together.

Maybe I should start a new book titled: The Daily Life of The Greenfire Family but I think it might be a little soon for that.

The Greatness of A Mare's Power is The Measure of Her Surrender (Clop)

Twilight Sparkle's Field Notes on Romance and Sexuality - Volume 7

Today was a very, very, interesting day. Firstly we have to go 'save' Rarity from some diamond dogs before we could have our date but mainly something completely unexpected happened. I'm going to tell Fluttershy right now and watch her go completely red in the face because she's kinda cute when she does that but I'll write it down first.

So, my Master is fishing for diamond dogs because he figures that they'll lead us to Rarity. The girls and I were talking while Master was spacing out, probably thinking about Rarity. Side note, I'd be quite jealous of the attention Master lavishes on that one were it not for him 'assisting' me almost every night. Yep, not jealous at all of the beautiful, curvaceous, fashionable mare. Ok, maybe a little jealous, but I'm allowed to be a little jealous from time to time, aren't I? Anyway, Master is dreaming about being a knight in shining armour like my brother and he makes this kissy face.

Of course Applejack is right there next to him, so she sees him essentially coming in for a kiss and I'm expecting her to tell him that he's about to kiss her when she leans over and plants one on his lips! Who does she think she is, just butting in on somepony's territory like that? So of course Master notices and opens his eyes but he doesn't stop! Just kisses her for a few seconds. I think they would have started choking on each others tongues if the line hadn't snapped Master's attention away.

Again, who does she think she is just butting in on somepony's territory like that? Seriously? Nevermind.

So, needless to say, at our date I proposed that Applejack be our next target. Fluttershy argued that it would be better if we wooed Rainbow Dash first because Fluttershy could get closer to her and RD could get close to Applejack but I argued that Applejack already shows interest in Master and therefore she would be an easy addition. Fluttershy was unsure of that at the time (I just told her about the kiss now) but acquiesced to my superior knowledge. Master and Fluttershy disliked the name I was giving it but I vetoed their votes with 'The Big Watery Mare Eyes.' Master can't say no when I give him The Big Watery Mare Eyes.

And so on the morrow we shall begin operation: 'Fuck Applejack's Fucking Brains Out Until She Squeals Like A Fucking Pig.'

But anyway. We just got home from our date and Fluttershy is a bit frisky and wants a quickie before she goes home and Master isn't in the mood so I'm going to have my first straight up voyeurism and female on female experiences all in one go. If I'm still conscious after the experience then I'll write about it then. Right now we, Fluttershy and myself, are going to detail her first experience.

To make it easier for me to read, I'll use black ink.

And I'll use red.

Right after I finished my last entry in this book Twilight took me up to her room where Spike was waiting, sitting on the bed. He looked different. Normally Spike is a cute if sarcastic baby dragon but today his scales were glossy in the moonlight. His eyes were liquid pools of lust and need. When he raked a look down my body I shivered a little.

I was a little bit afraid. I had never done something like this before and now I was going to have two at the same time. Every mare's fantasy, right? Twilight was beautiful, I'd always thought so. While she didn't have Rarity's curves or Dash's toned muscles she was still a petite, adorkable mare with a bright personality.

Spike on the other hand, was the cutest little guy in the whole wide world. Normally I'm kind of intimidated by males. They always seem to watch me with a more intense expression than they do my friends, other than Rarity. I mean, I know I look good, I've heard that when I grew into it properly I'd be a beauty and with how beautiful my mother is I'm sure that I'll look good but I've never been as confident in my sexuality, or at all, as I've wanted to be.

Of course I didn't see Spike in a sexual way until I first saw him and Twilight in the clearing, but even after I saw him hurt her I still thought that he looked so kind that he would never hurt me and would in fact help to protect me. He is a dragon after all, though his is a very cute one. Seeing him in that context, as the creature that was about to take my virginity, was like looking at a puppy and thinking that it was about to take down an elk. It seemed ludicrous. I didn't really have time to get to scared though as Twilight came around me and asked if she could kiss me.

A few things I wish that I had known the first time my Master and I were together and that I would now put into practice with Fluttershy. 1: Relax 2: Be patient but push forward. And 3:Don't be afraid to ask if what you are doing feels good for them. Fluttershy would be tricky. Too fast or too forward and we could scare her off. Which is why I started with light kissing, first asking her permission.

"Yes," Was Fluttershy's timid response. I approached at a medium pace, not slowly or quickly.

"Close your eyes?" I asked, gazing into the turquoise orbs. She shut them tightly and her breathing picked up as she sensed that I was closing in.

I was surprised when she kissed me on the forehead first. Then her lips found my nose, then the corner of my mouth before finally brushing our lips together. I didn't respond at first, just trying to get my bearings as this lavender bombshell tingled her way across my lips and rubbed her hoof along my chest and lower neck. I felt as my wings flared and stiffened slightly. I began a nuzzling motion into her lips and attempted to slide them along hers but I had never really done this before and the awkward feel of the action made me blush and step back.

"Hogging a mare's lips should be a capital offence, I say." I heard Spike's relaxed voice from the bed, "But I guess that's why I don't make policy." He smiled at me in the most heartwarming way, regardless of the fangs and patted the bedspread beside him, "Want a seat? I know my legs get a bit wobbly when Twilight kisses me." I smiled at him as some of my tension eased. I had to remember that Spike and Twilight were new at this once too, they wouldn't make fun of me if I fumbled at my first try.

Twilight stayed with me on my journey to the bed, my wingtip always in contact with her side. Spike pulled me onto the bed so that I was laying on my side with my head in his lap. His gentle claws ran through my mane and around my ears. Leaning down he captured my lips in his. Where Twilight tasted faintly of the peaches she had for dinner Spike tasted slightly bitter and mineral-y but his scaly lips brushed and pressed to mine before he nipped out and caught my lower lip in his mouth and sucked gently at it.

I heard Fluttershy moan into Master's mouth as I slid up to her back, careful not to crush her extended wings. I pressed my mouth and tongue to the base of her neck and began moving lower. When I brushed across the joint between her wing and back she squeaked and squirmed a bit, pulling out of her kiss with master.

"I-I'm sensitive there Twilight."

"Oh?" I pressed a hoof against the joint and she yelped, squirming harder.

"Please, it's really, really, sensitive."

"How sensitive?" I asked, kneading and pressing the spot.

"Ah!" Fluttershy kicked out with her back legs and shuddered. While she was quivering I took my hooves away from the joint.

"Did... Did you just cum?" I was dumbfounded.

"A-A little bit." Fluttershy admitted, "Sorry."

"Well," My Master said jovially, "Ain't that interesting. I think we should avoid the wings until the end, eh Twilight?"

I nodded dumbly and moved down Fluttershy's body, massaging her quivering flanks.

I calmed down quickly since it was just a little orgasm with no real force behind it. I probably should have warned them that I was particularly sensitive in my wings but I was distracted with Spike's kissing. His tongue is a foot long! And the entire thing is prehensile! (Twilight says that's the right word)

The kisses Spike lavishes upon me leave me breathless. First he slides the tip along the tip of my tongue and then along my gums and lips before entering my mouth further and caressing the roof of my mouth with the thin, double tipped appendage. Then I almost came again as it wrapped around my own tongue and started rubbing, sliding, and squeezing it like he was trying to milk it. Oh Goddess I was in Elysium.

Twilight helped me to move onto my back so that I didn't have to crane my neck to enjoy Spike's glorious mouth. I didn't realize it then but I was presenting myself to Twilight like a mare in heat and she was positioned to give me everything I didn't know I was asking for.

Then two things happened at once. My ear brushed against something that was not Spike's stomach and Twilight gave me a very long lick from my tailhole to my clit.

I had no idea what I was doing. I mean, I had hoofed myself before but everything looked different from this angle so I figured I'd do something that always worked when Master did it to me and gave a nice long slow lick from one end to the other. From the reaction I figured that I had done a pretty good job.

Fluttershy was wet from her little orgasm earlier but not to sensitive to keep going. Master was keeping her busy and I was going to have to figure out how to please a mare... I was a mare, this should be easy, I just lick here and... nothing, no reaction. I looked up to see that Fluttershy had come face to cock with Master's - while not exactly large, still considerably sexy - love meat and was staring in wide eyed horror at the tapering draconian phallus.

I gave another lick, then another. No reaction from the frozen mare. Then I got down and sucked on her clit, hard. She squeaked and thrust her hips into my snout and I gave a smile to triumph. I fell into a rhythm, lick, lick, flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, then suck on it. I drank the nectar from her flower like it was ripe juice from the sweetest of fruits, enjoying her jolts and gyrations.

I was mesmerized and slightly frightened of the towering shaft that bobbed next to my head like a tower of masculinity. The not-so-pleasant smell of sweat and something I can only call liquid sex assaulted my nose and made be want to both gag and cream. Tiny veins pulsing beneath the surface stood as a testimony that this was not a 'baby' dragon but a sexually active and very much dangerous... but still really small and cute, dragon.

The dichotomy of the hard shaft and Spike's grinning, childlike face broke me out of my reverie to feel Twilight sending intense shots of pleasure up my spine as she sucked and then lapped at my drooling lower lips. The pleasure made me gasp and writhe, blowing my hot breath over Spike who twitched and swayed in my face.

I couldn't get my hooves up to touche the strange new thing but I could lick it, and I took a secret glee at doing something so naughty. I reached out with the tongue that felt so sluggish and large while I was kissing Spike and gave his penis light sideways licks since I couldn't properly lick from bottom to top.

"Here." He said, "I have an Idea." Spike slid out from under my head and went and got a few pillows which he replaced under me while he straddled my chest and neck. Now his shaft was bobbing right in front of my snout. I froze up a little, not knowing how to properly go about this. Then he did the freakiest and also hottest thing I have ever seen!

First Spike bent down almost double so that his snout and mine were on opposite sides of his penis. He extended his foot long tongue around his throbbing member and into my mouth! Then he guided my tongue out of my mouth and onto his cock, using it and his claws to tilt my head so that I licked bottom to top several times before he retracted he tongue and let me continue with my exploration of his taste and texture.

This was about the time when my tongue started to get tired. Since I wasn't really getting much reaction out of Fluttershy I scooted up her body until I could look over my Master's shoulder and down at perhaps the hottest sight I had ever seen. Master was leaning down with his hand on Fluttershy's head. His phallus rested against Fluttershy's lips as she licked him firmly. His voice was that of gentle encouragement, barely heard over Fluttershy's panting.

"That's a good filly, lick it all up, don't let any spill. You like that, don't you? Maybe if you do really well I'll have Twilight rub your clit while I have sex with you, would you like that, you naughty filly?"

Fluttershy's eyes were hooded as her senses stewed in Master's smell and taste. Her eyes sightlessly stared up into Master's striking emeralds as she continued the long, sensual strokes of her tongue. "Try sucking on the tip my little dove." Fluttershy obeyed, collecting a drop of Master's pre and sucking more straight from the source.

I got a naughty idea and asked Master if I could have some fun. When he nodded my horn lit up and an aura covered the few inches that Fluttershy hadn't already sucked into her mouth. Another thread of magic entered into his tailhole to run a current through his prostate. Within seconds Master was panting and thrusting lightly into Fluttershy's mouth.

"You should let her drink it." I encouraged, "She deserves a treat for being such a good little filly." He smiled and gently pulled his cock from Fluttershy's mouth.

"I'm going to cum soon Fluttershy." He panted out, "I want you to catch as much on your tongue as possible.

Fluttershy nodded like she was in a trance and opened her mouth to receive Master's generous gift.

The first time I tasted Spike's sticky seed I knew I'd come to love it. Not as bitter as his saliva but just as salty as his penis, it had a hint of tang in the aftertaste. But mostly I liked the texture. Creamy and thick like honey I swallowed it like. Twilight's making me write this. Mostly, I think, because she likes to see me embarrassed. "A love sick filly that needed a good spanking." I'm not sure what that would look like but Twilight says it was as hot as Celestia's sun.

And boy was it. Fluttershy's tongue licked out at the ropes that spread and dripped onto her snout and face, wetting them so that they glistened in the light. "Master," I whispered in his ear, "I want a taste too."

My Master turned his head and stretched his magnificent tongue to swipe at my own lips, no doubt tasting Fluttershy on them, "I don't see anypony stopping you." I scrambled around their bodies and looked down at the cream angel.

When Twilight's violet eyes entered my view I smiled. Never in the time between when I left home and this night have I ever felt so loved. Like the mother of sex she leaned down and pressed her lips against mine. I was getting better at this kissing thing as I slid my lips against hers. Spike slid down my body and sat between my legs as I continued to lick and kiss at Twilight's face while she cleaned my own with her tongue.

After a few moments of kissing I realized that Spike hadn't moved and broke off to look down at him.

He was grinning like a maniac. "Oh, don't let me stop you, I'll just be back here, enjoying the show." I looked up at Twilight and she looked at me. We had the same thought. It was time that we were given a little control.

"Oh Spike~" Twilight cooed, "I think our favourite dragon needs a little kiss and tickle."

"You've been reading bawdy romance novels again, haven't you?" Spike asked as Twilight and I slinked toward him.

"Maybe~" I looked over at Twilight and she nodded me forward. Gently sidling up to Spike I nibbled on his neck. "You have to be firm or he doesn't feel it, like this." And she bit down on the tip of Spikes tail like she was trying to rip right through it. It was effective because Spike gasped and stiffened.

I bit down harder and Spike said, "Tongue, right on the line." He brought my head to where the lighter green under-scales met with the harder purple scales and I saw a very thin line between the two where pinker under-skin was. I smiled and licked along the line, causing shivers to run through him. "Hey Flutters?"

"Yes?" I asked.

"I've come, and you've come, but I don't think Twilight's come yet."

I was a bit baffled, "She hasn't?"

"Nope, so, do you think you could be a little bold?"

Bold wasn't something I was always comfortable with but when I looked at the lavender mare climbing onto Spikes back to nibble on his ear frills I felt that maybe I could be a little bold. They wouldn't reject me or be weirded out if I took the lead a little. I had done something like that just a second ago even, and that turned out well. I smiled, "Any Ideas?" I whispered in his other ear.

"Barrel to barrel, you on top, try to get your legs between hers and hold them open."

"I-I don't know, that sounds a bit much."

He smiled his smile of pure cute behind razor fangs, "I'll help."

I was of course, minding my own business, what with my tongue and teeth all over my Master's ear frills and my hooves on his shoulders while I rubbed my aching pussy on the blunt spines of his back and tail. I knew something was going to happen but I was surprised when my Master gave me a proper order. We had agreed that we wouldn't expose Fluttershy to too much in one night.

"Pet." Master's voice rang our authoritatively. My ears pricked forward and I could practically feel my eyes dilate. The gyrations of my hips stopped as my training kicked in. "Lie on your back and present yourself to Fluttershy." I obeyed with alacrity. I spread my legs and presented myself to my Master and... I wasn't quite ready to call her mistress out loud, but, in my mind, Mistress Fluttershy looked at me, not with surprise and a bit of fear, but with a love and willingness to give me what I needed. "Go ahead, she clearly wants you." Master said to Fluttershy. I found it odd for a second that he didn't order her like a proper pet before I got out of my own head and thought about it for a second.

Of course he would be gentle with Fluttershy, not only was she new at this but she wasn't just a pet. It would undermine her authority if he were to order her like a lowly beast.

I was a bit flabbergasted at Twilight's full 180 from her earlier. First she asks me to jump Spike's bones and then, with just a few words, Spike has her spread eagle on the bed in front of us and is giving me a hooded look that clearly says, "Well, aren't you going to cuddle this steamy piece of flank?" And I wanted to!

Maybe I was high on sex and love but the 'shy' in my name flew right out the window and I felt like Fluttersex. Some bat pony from legends that comes out to bite naughty fillys and drink all their 'juices.' I shivered and licked my lips as I stared at Twilight's moist flower. I also saw her watching me stare and I watched her spread her legs wider in invitation. "Go on," Spike encouraged, "She won't bite unless you ask her to."

I smiled and tiptoed over to Twilight. The fur of our bellies brushed against each other as I settled atop her.

"Twilight," Spike said, "You should probably do that thing now before you're too tired to do it later."

"Oh" Twilight squeaked, "Ah, Fluttershy, how attached are you to your hymen?"

"My hymen?"

"Maidenhead, cherry? I don't know any other words for it. The thing that makes your first time kind of a pain, literally."

"Oh. I hadn't... I hadn't really thought about it before."

"Then you wouldn't mind if I took it?"

"I guess not? Will it change anything?" Twilight smiled at me and her horn lit up. I felt a light pressure on my inner walls as well as a tingling sensation. That was followed by a tiny sting before the tingling passed and Twilight smiled up at me.

"That should help with what comes next." She leaned up to kiss me but Spike's voice cut in.

"Did she tell you to kiss her?" Twilight's eyes went wide and she stopped.

"Oh, that's ok," I said quickly, "She can kiss me." Twilight seemed torn between relaxing and tensing.

"Now, now, Fluttershy, don't be wishy-washy, if you want her to kiss you tell her to kiss you."

My boldness from earlier seemed to drain away. "I-I don't think that I could do that."

"Then how is she supposed to kiss you?" He asked, "Just look at her, don't you think she deserves a kiss?"

"Well, yes, but I don't..." I look back over my shoulder at him pleadingly. He smiled at me mischievously.

"All you have to do is tell her to kiss you."

It sounded easy enough. "T-Twilight. I-I think that if you want to kiss me then that would be alright." I blushed. Where had all the confidence gone?

Spike lightly swatted my butt. "Now how is she supposed to obey an order like that? Here, let me show you."

"Twilight," Spike snapped, "Nibble Fluttershy's bottom lip. Make her moan." I looked down at Twilight, who's eyes had lit up as if Celestia herself had asked if she wanted a taste of the royal plot. (And now Twilight's looking at me like I'm insane. As if she doesn't know that her teacher is a total fox and everypony knows it.)

When I heard Master's order I lunged up to kiss Fluttershy. Sucking and licking with a bit of teeth here and there. I worried her lip like a dog with a bone until they shone red and glistening against her reddening face. I could feel dribbles of her appreciation mixing with my own.

"C'mon Fluttershy, try it out. Just give one little order."

Fluttershy looked at me a little uncomfortably. I took a liberty in giving myself an order to make Fluttershy more comfortable. I smiled at her, and dropped a fucking bomb shell, "Love you." I said quietly. Of course the next thing going through my head was 'fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!' Fluttershy froze up and stared at me like a deer caught in the headlights. I thought that I might have ruined it right there if Master hadn't done damage control in the form of grabbing her wings and massaging her wing muscles. Fluttershy shuddered and collapsed atop me with a scream of pleasure.

She spasmed and shuddered atop me, moaning and drooling onto my face. She ground her hips into mine, rubbing her clit into mine almost painfully. I gasped and shuddered as she ground and bit me into the bed. As she calmed down she puffed into my neck. "Wow."

Doing my best not to mess this up a second time I said, "Yeah, and he hasn't even put it in yet."

Fluttershy giggled lowly, "At this rate I'll only last ten seconds when he does." Which is when I felt the tip of Master's tapering shaft against my moist lips.

"Do you want some of this Twilight, or are you satisfied with just Fluttershy?" He asked. I couldn't lift my head to look at him but I let out a pleasured groan and tried to gyrate my hips. I failed but he got the message and gently slid into me with literally no resistance.

Twilight's moaning and the back and fourth pressure on my flanks told me what was happening between our outstretched legs. I watched in fascination as Twilight moaned and threw her head back. "Yes, yes, yes." She devolved into guttural moaning from there.

I relaxed and came down from my almost orgasm as I watched Twilight's pleasured face and felt Spike warming me up with his claws. Pulling and spreading my flower while he plunges in and out of Twilight at a measured pace. Her neck is tempting as I lean down for a lick and a nibble.

I relax and enjoy the light massages and the occasional lick from Spike as his pace increases slowly until he's fucking Twilight into the bed and the bouncing is grinding our clits together. "C'mon Twilight, be a good filly and cum for your Master." Spike pants from behind me. "Show Fluttershy what a little slut you are. Say, 'watch me cum Fluttershy.'"

I look down to see Twilight trying to look at me with hooded, unfocused eyes. "Watch - Ah! - Watch me cum, F~luttershy." She let our a long low wail and Spike pressed down on my hips, grinding my clit faster and harder into Twilight's. Her hips bucked up once, twice, three times, before she settled back down. Her hooded eyes closed and she swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth.

"Am I a good filly Fluttershy?" She asked a bit hoarsely. My eyes widened for a second and I needed to collect myself before I could say.

"Yes, Twilight, a very good filly." She seemed pleased with that before she fell asleep. Right there under me too!

Between my and Spike's efforts we roll me off her and onto my back, wings, mane, and tail splayed against the bedspread. I look up into Spikes eyes and he smiles down at me. "Ready?"

"Just one thing." I'm curious but also a bit shy of asking, "Is she... Is she ok?"

Spike smiles again, "About as ok as she can be, I think."

I looked up at Spike, not quite in a haze of lust but getting close as my instincts told me that I was ripe for being bred. "Will this hurt?"

Spike shook his head, "It'll probably be uncomfortable at first, but it won't hurt."

"Ok." I say with only semi-false confidence, "I'm ready." Spike smiles again and kisses me lightly on the lips.

The tip of his shaft is pointed rather than flared like a stallions and still covered in Twilight's juices so it parts my lips easily ad he fits the 'head' inside, barely stretching me at all. Spike snorts out a little smoke, "Barely an inch in and I can already tell you're going to be tighter even than Twilight." He slid another slow inch into me and I felt my inner walls expand slightly to accommodate this fleshy intruder. It was a little strange but it felt nice. Another inch and both the strange pressure and pleasure increased. He continued at a slow pace, pressing inch after inch into me until his hips met mine.

"Yeah, that's nice." Spike groaned as he rotated his hips against mine, brushing my clit and making me gasp in the process. He slid his claws along my thighs and lower barrel. "If you feel uncomfortable you can always tell me to stop." Spike was as calm as could be expected when he was, 'balls deep in my delicious pony pussy,' as he later called it.

"Can I tell you to go faster?" I groaned out as he made another circle with his hips, gently massaging my insides.

"Mmmh," Spike groaned as he slowly slid out of me and slowly back in. He set a steady pace. He twisted a bit to get a good angle. He didn't get my 'g-spot' but he found this nice slow build place that had be begging for him to speed up.

"Mmm, there, please, faster." But he kept his slow pace, occasionally brushing a claw over my clit for a jolt of pleasure. "Please~"

Spike smiled at me, "You're going to have to be a little more specific and a lot dirtier, Fluttershy." He grinned devilishly.

It only took me a second to figure out what he wanted. But then, somepony once said that sexual tension is the great remover of inhibition, "Please plow your dragon cock into my wet pussy until I cum." Spike seemed surprised at my particular word choice but I didn't have time to think of it as he picked up his pace. I rode the waves of pleasure higher and higher. I was building to a better orgasm than I had ever had alone in my cottage. Spike began circling my clit with a claw, indirectly stimulating the sensitive organ. I build and build up pressure until I thought I was going to explode.

"Spike!" I shouted. But I didn't orgasm as Spike slowed a little, forestalling me by a few seconds.

"Just. A little. Longer." He grunted as he thrust slower and slower into me.

I rode the edge, my hips bucking every few seconds as Spike built his own orgasm. His ear frills and spines stood up and he suddenly attacked my clit with the pad of a claw. The other hand grabbed my wing. That sent me over the edge, down the chasm, and into the void. I probably screamed but I couldn't hear it over the sound of my blood in my ears.

The powerful blasts of semen in my love tunnel as well as the light thrusting prolonged my orgasm by several seconds. My body slowly shuddered to a stop with Spike's spent body laying atop me. I would have smiled if I could have felt my face. Instead I reached down and, with some difficulty, pulled the sleepy Spike into my arms.

I fell asleep next to my two new favourite creatures. Safe. Calm. Loved. Perhaps truly unafraid for the first time ever.

Happy Happy Joy Joy And Other Whimsical Date Night Shenanigans

The Daily Life of Twilight Sparkle, and Spike, and Fluttershy - Volume 15

(Note, should the reader not have read up to this point in the R&S journal, Fluttershy writes in red)

I had meant to write this down while Fluttershy was here directly after the date but after writing about her first time we were both feeling a little hot under our tails and she had to go home after we'd had our fun. However, I'm over at her house now and I can get my, Spike, and Fluttershy's first date down on paper.

It was after the "Rarity got abducted by some dogs, managed to whine her way out of it, and enlisted us as pack animals with no pay" incident so we were all a bit tired and Spike was practically gnawing on his own tail from being around so many gems and not being able to eat any.

We had booked a late night table at one of Ponyville's few upscale restaurants. One I had been to once or twice. They have an ornate brass gramophone that plays the most beautiful melodies. Twilight and Spike found some nice jazz and I wanted to try dancing. We were supposed to be the only occupants that night so I could relax and have a good time. Supposed to be. We'll come back to that later.

Even though it was technically an upscale restaurant there wasn't much of a dress code. Twilight and I were wearing thin overcoats that hugged our chests and the front portion of our barrels with tails that covered our flanks and haunches. Twilight's was a dark blue-black with a swirling starscape pattern along the collar.

My own top coat was a dark green with a gold butterfly pattern along the hem and when I glanced over at Spike he had donned a simple black bow tie.

It was a quiet walk to the restaurant. I think that we were all a bit nervous about a first date and didn't know what to say. Fluttershy looked beautiful and Spike looked like his handsome dragon self. I wanted to start a conversation so I started it the only way I knew how. "Look there," I pointed to a group of stars, "That group there is Comae Berenices. I can't remember what it translates to, but I know that it had something to do with hair. What a silly thing to call a constellation."

The sound of Twilight 'educating' us filled the silence for the twenty minutes that it took to walk to the restaurant. Spike an I shared the occasional smile or eye roll as Twilight's voice climbed into mild hysterics only to calm as she moved onto a new topic. I giggled as Spike had to nudge her in the flank to get her attention and indicate that we had arrived.

The facade was intentionally low key. The only indication that a four star restaurant lay behind the modest but elegant front was a small sign in that read, in looping script, La Petite Maison.

"The Little House." Twilight commented, "Strange name for a restaurant."

"Better or worse than Le Grand Poney?" Spike asked.

Twilight giggled, "That place was insane. So, Fluttershy, the Princess wants to take me out for dinner when I pass a big exam about two years ago. I, of course, ask why we don't just have a big dinner in the palace and she says that the palace chiefs were great but you can't get the right variety with a single chief and she didn't have the heart to ask that the chief be changed every five years like they would have to be if she wanted the variety she craved."

"Excuse me," Says the waiter, "Sorry to interrupt, but would you like to be seated?" The kindly older stallion standing behind a small podium in a sharp suit asks. He's a nice fellow who introduces himself as Onyx Bellows, which is an odd name because he's a light shade of caramel and doesn't look like he has the lung capacity to shout, let alone bellow. Fluttershy smiles at him and doesn't hide behind her hair so he must be a good chap.

"Lead on, please."

Twilight continues her story as we're seated and Mr. Bellows fetches us some water. As she sits down she says, "So, then this colt, no older than four, says to the Princess, 'Well it looks to me like you're always farting.'" And I can't help the giggles that turn into quiet, shaking laughs. Twilight makes it worse when she blows a raspberry and uses her magic to make her tail swish like the Princess's.

Mr. Bellows, bless his heart, returns with our water to a table of uproarious laughter and smiles and says, "I'll just give you a moment to decide."

After we compose ourselves we set ourselves to ordering. Unfortunately they don't keep any gems at the restaurant so Spike was a bit disappointed, but he seemed to enjoy the lasagna that he ordered. Twilight, always functional over ornate, chose a club sandwich with a fruit salad side. I ordered my favourite, lightly steamed vegetables with hints of cheese, olives, and a drizzle of vinaigrette. Incredible expensive, because most of the more exotic items were imported with long range teleportation spells for freshness, but both Twilight and Spike insisted and weren't phased when I told them what I had paid for it the last time I was here, so I suppose it was ok.

What that night reminded me the most of were the times that I've hung out with Rainbow Dash and Rarity. Light conversation with playful banter and telling funny stories from our childhoods. It was that first date when I truly felt that I might be accepted into Twilight and Spike's little herd. Well, the first time when my mind wasn't clouded with lust and sleep, anyway.

The night wound down for the three of us and when we realized that the restaurant would be closing in 20 minutes we decided that now would be a good time to do the other thing that we had come here to do. Namely, let Fluttershy dance with Spike and, possibly, though not likely, myself.

After we finished our meal and I paid the waiter I asked if we could use the gramophone. Mr Bellows indicated a small alcove off to the side of a small dance floor where an expensive looking brass and wood gramophone sat. Smiling I thanked him and set out the vinyl record that Spike and I had chosen.

Spike lead me onto the dance floor like a gentleman and slowly began to sway as the music started. I was a little nervous at first but Spike smiled at me and I smiled back and I started to sway with him to the music.

Fluttershy was a bit stiff at first but as the song played on she loosened up, and then she really started to dance.

Spike was on ok dancer. He had taken lessons and he could keep up, but Fluttershy was a natural. She tapped and flitted over the floor like a firefly. She flapped her wings and floated over the dance floor, doing little spins around Spike and gently brushing him with her wingtips. She laughed and it was like the shy mare we knew had been a simple facade that had hidden the beauty that I saw before me. That and it was really cute. I could practically hear the heart attacks caused by the pure cuteness of a young dragon dancing with Fluttershy.

The song came to an end and I felt that this could become something beautiful. Of course, then life threw a curve ball into the moment.

The clopping of hooves made me stiffen. Twilight wasn't applauding us, it was coming from somewhere else. Onyx know that I'm shy and he wouldn't watch, or, if he had, he would know that I would be embarrassed about it and not mention it, so it couldn't be him. No, somepony else had just watched me pour all my feelings into a dance and it made me feel slightly sick. I've always been a shy filly. Just the thought of somepony watching me is terrifying. What if they were judging me, laughing at me, ridiculing me behind my back? I was the element of kindness for a reason. Every creature big and small deserved respect and kindness. But I could never expect that from others. I had had too many... experiences to the contrary. So the thought that somepony might have watched that and might be laughing at me. It made me angry, but overriding that anger was fear. Fear of ridicule and mean spirited words that would cut me like broken glass. So I stood frozen there on the dance floor with Spike looking worriedly up at me. I stood there and prepared for what may happen.

I observed a white unicorn and a grey earth pony walking towards us and I was a bit confused. We were supposed to be the only ponies in here, that's why we had come so late in the day, after all, but here were a pair or mares who dared to impair our affair. (Sorry, saw the rhyme and couldn't stop)(She really couldn't, I tried.)

"Hi there." I said cordially. No need to be rude, this was a public place after all, and even if I was a bit miffed that they had intruded on our little get together there was no need to be mean about it.

"Hey Twilight. Didn't think the town librarian would be eating here. But you are from Canterlot, so I guess fancy food wouldn't be off the table." The white unicorn said. I got the feeling, then, that I had met her.

"Vinyl Scratch, correct? You DJ most of Pinkie's parties."

"Damn straight I do. I get a few gigs in Canterlot and Cloudsdale from time to time but our pink friend keeps me workin' all year long."

"I would assume so. And who is your friend?"

"You mean Tavi here?" Vinyl grinned at me, "She's a hot shot cellist in Canterlot come down here to visit friends and family and currently crashing in my guest room. She also happens to be the pony that little ditty you just played was written for." Vinyl turned her grin at her companion.

"That was a long time ago Vinyl, it was a stupid fling."

The pair engaged me in conversation for a moment before leave the establishment and allowing me to go and check on my friends.

While Twilight was talking to and redirecting the two mares I was frozen stiff in front of Spike. He looked at me in concern and asked me if I was ok. When I didn't respond he came close and hugged me. It felt nice and I calmed a bit, relaxing into his embrace. "It's ok, Fluttershy, no need to be shy here, you're among friends." He whispered into my ear as he stroked my neck. I heard somepony approaching and I stiffened a little until I hear Twilight's voice.

"That was beautiful Fluttershy, I didn't know you could dance like that."

I laughed a little to ease my tension, "Neither did I, to be honest."

Spike let go and stepped back, "You really were spectacular, Fluttershy, you could be a dancer if you wanted."

"Thanks, but I really don't like the spotlight. Besides, who would take care of the animals in my place?" I smiled. I really did like taking care of animals, it wasn't something I was just good at but didn't like. I felt for the ponies in that situation. "But I think I've had enough excitement tonight, perhaps we should just go back to the library."

Twilight agreed and we went back to the library. When we got back we wrote the previous entry and, ah, had a little fun by ourselves.

Operation Enticing Applejack

The Daily Life of Twilight Sparkle, and Spike, and Fluttershy - Volume 15

It was Pinkie Pie's birthday today, and I must say it was... interesting. I think there's more to Pinkie that we don't know about. But then, there are sides of ourselves that we don't let others see, and sometimes we don't want to see ourselves. Perhaps it will become more important later, but for now she seems alright. I'll keep an eye on her.

But what I wanted to talk about was the beginning of operation Fuck Applejack's Fucking Brains Out Until She Squeals Like A Fucking Pig (working title). Looking back to what's happened between our first date and now it seems as if every pony has had some sort of crisis in the past month. First Rarity was kidnapped before our date, then Fluttershy was forced into modelling (which she still does for Spike and myself, though the clothing she wears is of a different nature), The CMC went on a hunt for Rainbow Dash, Applejack got us into a sticky situation involving the Buffaloes, and now Pinkie's had some sort of mental break. I shudder to think of what will happen to me sooner or later. But I will not worry about that now.

The Grand Galloping Gala is in just under a week and I am more excited than that time Spike paraded me around the palace gardens during shift change. (We weren't seen. I still don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.) I have never gone before because Spike had been forced to (due to some by-law of the draconic-equine treaty) and said that the whole affair was boring and generally not worth the time. What he failed to mention was that the whole thing was presided over by Princess Celestia herself. I'm getting giddy just thinking of all the one-on-one time we'll have in a non-formal environment. But for now I will go over what has been done during the operation so far.

As mentioned earlier, Applejack has shown interest in Spike before this, so we thought that it would be easier if he approached her himself. And, while the direct approach might have worked, I wasn't going to let her in the herd without at least a little fun. She did move in on my (and now Fluttershy's) turf without permission or even asking.

So what we did was we got Spike to go over to the Apple's farm and help out around the place once a week. It didn't really cause any alarm, seeing as how he already helps Rarity and Fluttershy on occasion, so they welcomed what little he could do with open arms, and, in perhaps the most normal approach to getting a mare friend he just talked with her. Chatted about weather and harvests, family, what it's like in Canterlot and Manehattan, etcetera, etcetera. And slowly he made progress. She smiled more often when he was around, and they tended to walk together when we travailed in a group, and she would hug him more often than the rest of us. In fact, were I not aware of what was going on, I would be quite jealous.

So this has gone on for a few weeks. Pretty much from three days after the whole rescue Rarity thing up to Pinkie's birthday, then we put the final touches on it. As Spike tells it they were relaxing after a pretty hard day, drinking some of Applejack's hard cider out in the fields, watching the sun go down. Quite romantic, if you ask me. So he pops the 'ever had a coltfriend' question, and thanks to a little birdie, we have the full conversation, which I'll let Fluttershy transcribe tomorrow.

Spike and Applejack are sitting underneath a tree on a small hill on the west side of the farm, overlooking the whitetail woods and the blue hills. Applejack is laying on the grass and Spike is sitting beside her, back against the tree, they're passing a large bottle of hard apple cider back and fourth and not saying much, then Spike says, "Hey, Applejack?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever, y'know, been with somepony else before?"

"Like, romantically?" Applejack asks.

"Yeah, had a coltfriend or marefriend?" Spike passes the bottle and Applejack takes a swig.

"Just once," She says, "When I was in Manehattan. Pretty feller by the name of Cotton Swab, learning to be a doctor. Met him at a fancy dinner party, and we got to talkin' 'bout how neither of us liked the food or the conversation. Not much came of it. We went on a few dates but it just wasn't really our thing. I visit now and then when I'm in the city, but we're just friends now."

"Nopony else? Nopony from Ponyville, even?"

"Nah. I'm related to most of the Stallions around here more closely than is safe, and besides which, I ain't got to much time for window shopping, let alone actual dating." Applejack sighs, "It'll be a long time before the pony right for me comes along, that or they're already here and keepin' a very low profile. But it's not all bad. I have my family, and my friends," She toasts Spike, "So I ain't lonely or nuthin'."

"Still," She says after a moment, "It'd be nice to have somepony to curl up next to at the end of the day, somepony to talk to, y'know."

"Yeah." Spike takes another drink. I'm pretty sure they're well on their way to being quite drunk at this point.

"There are rumors, y'know, about you and Dash."

Applejack groans, "Not the rumors. If I ever meet the halfwit who started them, I'll make 'em regret it."

"So I'll take that as a no?"

"Yeah, no. Dash is nice, but there are two major things that's stopping that from happening. One, is she's straight as an arrow. As she tells it she did all her experimentin' in flight school and if she ever settles down it'll be with some hot piece of pegusus stallion that's, as she puts it, 'nearly as awesome' as her."

"Huh," Spike says, "Never took her for the puritan type."

"Oh, she ain't, she's just got her eye on somepony, I think, probably one of them wonderbolts she keeps goin' on about."

"I don't suppose you'll tell me any of the fun details of her time in flight school?" Spike grins.

Applejack chuckles, "Ain't my story to tell, sugarcube, you'll have to get it straight from the horses mouth. But if you ever do, ask her about her fun in the sun with Gilda." Applejack winks at him, "It's a doozy."

"Tease." Spike lightly punches her shoulder, "But you said there were two reasons. What's the other one?"

Applejack takes a long pull from the bottle, finishing it, "Ah! Th'other reason is she ain't mah type. Belive it or not, Ah like 'em pretty, and, y'know." She makes a curvy motion in the air with her hooves, "Though the only two that really meet that description here in Ponyville are Rarity and Fluttershy, and quite frankly, I dun think Ah would get along all that well with either of 'em enough to really get into it, y'know?"

"Really, just those two? I can think of at least one other who might fit that description, if you're willing to stretch your definition a little."

"Really? Who?"

Spike just grins at her. "Did you like your first taste of dragon?"

Applejack blushes, "Was wonderin' when you'd bring that up." They sit in silence for a moment. "Ah almost want to call it a mistake, but that wouldn't be quite right. I knew what I was doin', but it was kind of a spur of the moment sort of thing, y'know? Ah'm not sure if I actually wanna pursue it."

"Well, we could start at square one and see where it goes." Spike suggests.

Applejack grins, "Ah guess we could, couldn't we? C'mere you."

The robins tells me that they made out sloppily for nearly half an hour before Applejack stumbled home and Spike came back to the library. There's a lot more work to do, but I think that we're making progress. We'll start phase two after the Gala, or perhaps during it.

We've already won by my counting. Now all we need to do is reel her in.

A Gala to Forget

The Daily Life of Twilight Sparkle, and Spike, and Fluttershy - Volume 15

So. The Gala. Not much to say really. It all went horribly. Incredibly horribly in fact. There were a few ups but for the most part I'd have to say that that was the worst night of my life, or at least one of them. But I think I'll let Fluttershy have the book for a moment, I need to go do something.

While Twilight lets out a little frustration in the basement I guess I'll take over from here.

Oh my, the library itself is shaking. I don't think she's taking this to well, but really the night wasn't all bad. I think she's just upset at making a fool of herself in front of the two beings she cares the most for. (Spike and Celestia) I guess I should talk about what we wanted to happen first, then move onto what did happen.

The plan was simple, Twilight would talk with Princess Celestia, Rainbow Dash would talk to the wonderbolts, Rarity would show off to all the fancy ponies, Applejack would open an apple stand (without a permit, but I don't think she knows that you have to have one to open a stand in a city), Pinkie was going to party, or perhaps she was hoping to get into the back room where I've heard the 'real parties' go on in the palace, and I was going to make friends with all the animals. Spike was going to show us around but we kinda all forgot about that once we got there, caught up in the excitement. The plan was for Spike to spend a little time with all of us one on one after the tour and we had had an hour or so with our respective tasks, and he would build on his relationships with the other four. Later we would bring Applejack out to the courtyard and explain everything to her. Needless to say, things didn't go as planned.

Ok, I got everything out of my system. Calm, I am calm. While the Gala didn't turn out the way we wanted it to we did have a nice time afterward at Donut Joe's, and while I'm sure Fluttershy and I will be punished for bowling over Spike's plans I don't think it'll be that bad, especially since we gave him a nice time while we were unwinding. But back to the night. Fluttershy's already told you what was supposed to happen, so I'll put down what actually happened.

1: Applejack was largely ignored by the party patrons.

2: Pinkie tried to party with the wrong ponies, didn't get invited to the back room, and destroyed a lot of property.

3: Rarity tried to pick up Blueblood. Yeah, like that was going to work. Not only is the guy a jerk, I'm pretty sure he's at least half gay, what with the way he checks out the guards.

4: Rainbow Dash, even after getting into the celebrity section, couldn't buck up the courage to just grab the wonderbolts attention and keep it.

5: I didn't get any time to really talk with the Princess. It appears that she is stuck on greeting duty nearly all night, which is unfair, if you ask me. But of course nopony does. Who would ask for a student for her opinion when a Princess is right there.

But that bring me to one of the high points of the night. Fluttershy here let out a little of her wind side, and I must say, I'm getting a little wet just thinking about it, though having her right next to me, blushing like she's going to faint is certainly helping. So, apparently what happened is this: Fluttershy is in the gardens, trying to attract the attention of some of the animals, but they're not coming to her, so she's getting a little frustrated. (We learned later from Spike that the animals are trained to avoid guests during the Gala because some pony's are allergic or frightened by them) So she loses her temper a little and begins chasing them around the gardens and, well, kinda screams at them. I'm sure it was quite frightening for them. We could even hear some of it in the ballroom.

So, after a few minutes of listening to a dull shouting in the distance and helping the Princess greet various ponies the main halls doors blow open and there's Fluttershy, red faced, disheveled like she'd just had a roll in the hay, and puffing like she'd run a marathon. Quite beautiful, looking back on it, and she just takes a deep breath and screams, "You will love me!"

I would be lying if that wasn't the hottest thing I'd seen all night. I kinda felt like yelling back something like, "Yes Mistress, anything you say, Mistress." But that would have been impolite and a bit to sordid for such a gathering. But then all Tartarus erupts and we run off to a 24 hour bakery that I know near the palace. I know Spike will be there because that's where he goes when he's upset with me, so we find him here and he asks, quite sarcastically, if we've had the best night ever, and we tell him all about our night. He's understanding, but I know he's still a little angry that we ditched him.

Then, wouldn't you know, Princess Celestia herself shows up and talks about how what we did actually made the Gala better, which I still think isn't quite right, but Spike did say that the Gala wasn't very fun, and I probably should have taken his word for it. But all's well that ends well, and all that. All in all I think it was quite the learning experience, and now I know that Fluttershy definitely has the chops to be a good Mistress, now we just have to find a way to bring it out of her.

One last thing. I noticed that Celestia winked at Spike today. I think she was just sharing a joke with him, but something tells me it might be important. I dunno, I'll keep an eye on them. I don't want my teacher stealing my Master away, now do I. (Heh, like that'd happen, she's way to old for him.)

Now that Twilight's gone to bed I feel safe putting this here, seeing as how she never reads over her notes once she's written them. Spike told me that Celestia has a plan. Something involving Twilight. He says it's special and that I can't tell anyone, but it's bugging me so I though I would write it down here. He says it's something special, something that will blow our minds. He says they've tried it before and it didn't work but that it would work this time. I don't know what it is but it scares me a little. Spike implied that if it didn't work things wouldn't turn out to well. The thought of Twilight, somepony I've come to cherish, even to love a little, being in danger. I don't want to lose her, but Spike says that that's a possibility, which is why we have to help her, to support her and teach her the magic of friendship and love. I know I might be being a little paranoid, but it still frightens me.

One Apple, Ready to be Plucked

The Daily Life of Twilight Sparkle, and Spike, and Fluttershy and Company - Volume 15

For the purposes of keeping everyone's thought separate Applejack will use orange ink.

After three long weeks Applejack has finally 'joined' us. I use quotes because she hasn't really officially joined us. Not the way Fluttershy has. Applejack is being very on-th-fence about the whole joining a herd thing. Which I find strange, as you'd imagine somepony as traditional and by-the-book as Applejack would be all about a traditional herd formation but apparently her parents were in a monogamous relationship, and a lot of ponies in Ponyville followed the trend, so, even though she wants to, she's hesitant to really get into a relationship with the three of us, at least, a more permanent one than the fooling around that we've done so far. But she can explain it better than I can.

I guess that this started a couple of months ago. From what Twilight tells me I brought it on myself when I kissed Spike. But what can I say, the little guy can be really cute sometimes and I figured I might throw him a bone, y'know, tease him a bit. Twilight apparently took it as a serious interest, and while I admit I am interested in a relationship, particularly if two of my closest friends are already in on the deal, I'm not sure if I'm ready for something like that, or even if I want it.

I guess it comes down to this. Spike is a nice guy, but is he husband material? Father material? Could he become those things as he matures? I know, in my head, that he's old enough to be making these decisions, but he still looks like a kid to me. I also know, in my head, that he's only a few years younger than me and, were he a pony, I would consider him my equal and most definitely dating material, at the very least. But it's just that... He's barely the size of Apple Bloom, and with the whole dragon thing, he might not even grow to be the size of a regular pony in my lifetime. Then there's the whole different species thing. Twilight says that with dragons being incredibly magical creatures that she'd be able to cook up a spell to help with foaling, but that's not what I'm talking about.

Spike is a dragon, with all that that entails. Fingers, spines, claws, fire breathing, and gem crushing teeth. Now look at me. Strong legs and hooves, teeth for munching grass, (even though ponies can't actually eat grass anymore) and complete lack of magic. With two parents so different in body, how could we raise a foal? Parenting is difficult enough when all those involved are the same species and know what's going to happen. What if we have some sort of pony dragon hybrid? We'd have no idea what would be happening with it, heck, we might not even be able to tell the difference between it being healthy and it being sick.

I know these questions are premature, but Granny always said take the long view, and I took that to heart. Perhaps, with a whole herd it would be different, but I still worry, y'know?

But I suppose my personal worries aren't what I'm here to write down. No, what Twilight wants is the nitty gritty details of my and Spike's 'relationship'. Though it's not much more than kissing and talking at this point. I'm told it properly started the first day Spike came by saying that he wanted to help out around the farm because he likes helping his friends. I knew that he helped out Twilight at the library, Rarity at her shop, and Fluttershy with her animals, so I didn't think anything of it. At first I just asked him to pick up any apple that missed the buckets, as it was one of the easier but one of the most time consuming tasks on the farm. He essentially became my shadow there for the first couple days before I trusted him enough to help me with the more precise tasks of feeding the animals and sorting the overripe apples from the ripe ones. On occasion he would help out Apple Bloom with her chores when Mac and I were hauling loads to the different barns on the farm.

Granny Smith was a bit wary of him at first because, in her words, "Dragon's be dragon's, whether they be little ones or big ones. Big Red's gone now, so the boy might think Ponyville's free territory, but when Big Red comes back in a thousand years I don't want another dragon fight in my front yard. The first one destroyed most of Ponyville, and that was back when it was just a little village. I couldn't imagine the lost of life and money that would come from another one when it's a proper town." And that reminded me that everything from the Smokey mountain in the west to saddle lake in the east and from the edge of the everfree in the south to the Canterlot mountains in the north is the territory of Big Red. Granny had told me when I was younger that Big Red is why we never got dragons swooping down on us like some of the places in the far north or south. Ponyville and the surrounding area is his territory and most dragons respect that. But with him gone off for the next thousand years that mean we don't have any protection once the others find out, but Granny smith said it's fine, but we'd have to be careful during the next few migrations, even though we probably wouldn't be around to see them.

And I keep getting off topic. Spike, and his 'seduction' of me is what I'm here for. Well, at first we'd talk a little during chores. Little things like the new projects Twilight and Rarity were working on, what animals came to Fluttershy for healing, and which ones left to live in the wild, how Rainbow was doing with her new tricks, and Apple Bloom was doing in school. It was nice. Big Mac ain't isn't much of a talker and Apple Bloom doesn't really talk about the same things I do, so I don't get much conversation on my day to day unless I'm tending the stall.

Things got more personal over time. We'd talk about our parents, or lack thereof, and our dreams for the future. He told me that when he becomes a big, strong dragon that he's going to become a Keeper of Knowledge, which is apparently a special scholarly order in Canterlot in charge or recording and protecting all the knowledge that they can get their hands on, and who better to find and remember all that knowledge for generations to come that somedragon who'd going to be there to see it all. I talked about how I'm going to one day get my own farm, maybe here, maybe outside of Manehattan where my cousins live, and let Big Mac and his eventual family run this one here. I know he wouldn't mind if I stayed and ran the farm while he did the finances, but family should know when they're butting in so when Mac is set up with his own herd and foals of his own it'll be time for this pony to mosey on out and find her own place in the world.

Eventually we got talking about the possibility of our having love lives. I'm not to keen on most of the ponies in Ponyville, especially not the stallions. I'm related to most of them anyway. This is kinda a secret, so I'm trusting Twilight and Fluttershy not to tell when they read it, but really the only ponies who really interest me are Fluttershy herself and Rarity. I know, it's a little weird, having a little crush on your friends, but there you go. I've known Rarity since we were in school, and Fluttershy ever since she and her father approached us about buying some of the unused fields near the everfree, which we still owned because nopony ever wanted any of that land. So I've known the both of them for quite a while.

Rarity and I get along for the most part, even though we get under each others skin more often than not if we're together for too long. Fluttershy is so unobtrusive that for the most part I don't really notice her, but she's sweet and cute and has a body to die for. I know you know this, Twilight, but not a lot of ponies in Ponyville had noticed that Fluttershy was a bombshell until that modeling incident. I noticed though, and I'm not to embarrassed to say that Fluttershy had featured a prominent role in more than one of my fantasies. And now she's blushing cutely, reading this over my shoulder.

Should I give you a kiss, Fluttershy?

So Applejack and Fluttershy are making out, and I must say, it's quite hot. Fluttershy is just kinda taking it, though I can tell she enjoys it. But Applejack is being quite proactive, she's got her hooves strapped around Fluttershy's neck and is really going at it, pushing Fluttershy into the couch and climbing on top of her.

Now Fluttershy is being bolder, rubbing her hind leg into Applejack's nether regions. Mmm, I kinda want in on this action. Aww, but Applejack is pulling off and whispering into Fluttershy's ear. Fluttershy is blushing really hard. I kinda want to know what Applejack is saying but she says it's a secret. Now Applejack is coming back over here. I think I'm going to give her a little kiss myself.

Well, that's was fun, I definitely want to play with Fluttershy a little more, but I think I should sit down and have a real think about joining this herd before I do. But back to the story/explanation of my and Spike's relationship, or at least the beginning of it. So Spike and I got to talking, and we got to talking about relationships, and eventually he go around to asking if I would like a relationship with him. But the whole reason I'm here now is I'm not sure. After the gala Spike, Twilight, and Fluttershy explained it to me, about how they're making a herd, and about Twilight and Spike's BDSM tendencies, and when she got involved and how they plan to bring at least one or two more of our friends into the mix, if they're willing. Heck, the way Twilight talks about it Spike is going to be head stallion, er, dragon, of a small village by the end of the decade. I don't know about that. Heck, I'm pretty sure they aren't even going to be able to convince the rest of our friends that this is a good idea, but that's just my opinion, maybe Dash, Rarity, and Pinkie are all closet perverts who want a good spanking, who am I to judge?

Anyway. Spike and I kinda had a little make out session before the gala and we've gone on what I could loosely call a 'date', as it was more of a friendly picnic with him, Fluttershy, and Twilight where they told me what all this was. Anyway, tonight the four of us are going to sit down and have a nice, long discussion about what this relationship could be and if I really want it. To tell the truth I kinda do, but at the same time, it's a tough decision with all the unknowns. We'll have to see.

Come in Out of the Rain/It Won't Hide Your Tears

The Daily Life of Twilight Sparkle, and Spike, and Fluttershy and Company - Volume 15

So it seems that I will be writing down this conversation as it happens, as I'm the quietest and probably won't say much, and while I'm honored I'm also a little offended that Twilight thought I wouldn't want a part in this discussion, I mean, I know I usually don't add much, but I'm in this relationship as well.

Spike sits across from me in a high backed chair that usually sits in the corner. Twilight is on my right, pacing in front of the couch. Applejack is across from her, on a loveseat. I'm across from Spike, sitting on a bean bag chair that they had in the children's section. Twilight is pouring drinks and an assortment of snacks lay on the table. Apparently Twilight thinks this is going to be an all night affair, though I think it's not going to take more than an hour or so.

Twilight starts us, "So, Applejack, we've heard some of your concerns regarding joining our herd, and I've called the four of us together to see if there's a way that we can come together by either putting those concerns to rest, or seeing if we can work around them for the happiness and welfare of us all."

Applejack replies, "Ya know ya don't have to be so formal, Twilight, this ain't an interrogation."

"Well, excuse me if I think this is serious." Twilight huffs a little.

"It is serious, sugarcube, just not that serious. Sit down, relax, we have all night."

"You really should settle down, Twilight, we wouldn't want to have to take you into the hospital for high blood pressure meds this late at night, after all." Spike adds.

"Fine, fine, I'll sit down." Twilight sits, "But I think you are all underestimating the gravity of the situation."

We take a break from talking about the potential relationship between us and Applejack for some snacks and small talk.

"I heard that your brother is finally putting himself on the market?" I ask at one point.

"Yeah," Applejack says, "And about time, too. Granny's been breathing down our necks about grandfoals for a while now. But runnin' the farm ain't easy. There wont be a lot of time for datin' or anything but Big Mac being one of the better lookin' stallions this side of Canterlot I doubt he'll have much trouble."

"I hadn't heard that," Twilight says, "Maybe you'll have some competition, eh, Spike?"

Spike sips some cocoa and chuckles, "I don't think Big Macintosh and I have the same... Taste in mares, if you will." He says, smiling at Twilight and I. And he is right, I couldn't see the docile stallion taking much of an interesting in the more... Risque things Twilight, Spike, and I enjoy. Though perhaps the same could be said of Applejack. Would she enjoy BDSM in any form? She's a strong mare, and would, of course, like a strong stallion, which doesn't really fit Spike at all. Sure, he can be firm, and when no one else is around he's quite take-charge, but he's quite small and almost childlike outside of our little circle. Even now he sips cocoa and eats snacks, letting Twilight do most of the talking for both of them. Will I ever have a connection that strong with either of them? I almost feel like a third wheel, seeing how they get along so perfectly together sometimes.

"Point taken," Twilight replies, "But it'll be interesting to see who he chooses to be his first."

"Interestin'? It'll be down right amazing, and profitable to boot if'n he picks who I think he'll pick."

"Profitable?"

"Dash's got a bettin' pool for who Mac ends up with, an I got ten bits on a certain yellow filly who works in the south fields in the late summer, they've been givin' each other the kinda eyes that seems downright pornographic when they think nopony's lookin'."

"Really? Well, I'm not much of a gambler, I prefer facts to chances, whenever possible. How much did Rainbow put in herself?"

"Rainbow's got twenty on the school teacher, Cherilee. Her an' Mac had a bit of a thing when she first came to Ponyville, and Dash's sure that they've been on again off again all this time, but I don't think my brother would wait this long if he already had a mare in mind."

"Maybe they'll get together again. One of the colts from flight school had this on again off again relationship with a fillies in my class and they're together now." I speak up.

"Nah," Applejack says, "I'm bettin' he'd've hooked up with her again by now, but only time'll tell."

I'm going to leave off writing down out chatter, and try to remember to pick this up again when we get to something serious.

Fortunately I spotted that Fluttershy had stopped writing or we would have lost the most crucial part of this argument. I'm about to lay down a "doozy".

Twilight and Applejack have been arguing back and fourth about the pros and cons of the herd for a while now. I'll sum it up here.

Pro: We won't drift apart with our significant others if we are each other's significant other.

Con: Most of Ponyville with be either weirded out or disgusted because A: Spike looks like a foal and B: Twilight it like his mom/sister.boss

Pro: We know each other so well by now that even the things that surprise us about each other don't get in the way of accepting each other, so no chance of a weird fetish coming up and there being a break up over it.

Con: Spike will most likely outlive us by millenia.

Pro: No surprise foals.

Con: Maybe no foals at all.

Pro: We are all probably sexually compatible.

Con: If one of us moves we all might have to move.

Applejack's recurring complaint is that nopony knows what's going to happen and that kind of uncertainty is very emotionally draining for a mare.

Twilight walks up to her and says, quietly, "You're just scared."

Applejack replies with, "No I ain't!"

"You are." Twilight is backing Applejack across the room, since they were both standing, "You're just a scared little filly who wants to hide under her covers until mommy and daddy come home to scare away the monsters."

Ouch, I don't think Twilight realized Applejack's parents are dead, and Applejack is kinda starting to tear up at this. I might have to step in if this gets more out of hoof.

"What are you afraid of Applejack, that things won't work out? Fine, maybe they won't, but isn't a chance at happiness better than nothing!?" Twilight seems to be almost in tears at this point. "Can't you see what we're offering? We're offering family, something that you should know the value of more than anyone!"

Applejack is backed into a corner now, and stands there, looking angry and hurt by Twilight's words.

"Ya know what, fuck you Twilight! You don't know shit about fucking family, growing up in Canterlot where they toss you on your ass the minute you turn eighteen, you don't know what it's like to watch your fucking grandmother slowly lose her mind, you don't know what it's like to have your gods damned parents come back from my mom's parents in caskets!" Applejack is crying openly now, "So maybe I want something concrete, maybe I want something stable in my life, for once! Don't you talk to me about scared Twilight Sparkle, you've never been really scared in you life."

Twilight just stands there, stunned, tears pricking her eyes while Applejack storms out the front door into the cool night air.

"Uh, guys... I think you too should go after her. I... I need a minute." Time for Spike and I to go on a chase.

Well. That was more... Intense than I thought it would be. I never knew that about Applejack. It's so... sad, I guess, that she's had to go through that. Maybe going after her was a bad idea. But maybe, I don't know, maybe something like this would be good for her. She seems so calm and level headed most of the time. In the end, I think she wants this, and so do I.

In the end I want to be there for her, for Fluttershy, for Spike, for Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and Pinkie too. I love them all, some romantically, some as just friends. One, I'll admit, with a fervor bordering on obsession. But in the end I want what's best for them, and if that means I don't get to have everypony in one bed, I think I can live with that.

But I'd rather not, of course.

An Apple Each and Every Day

The Daily Life of the Greenfire Family, Volume 1

The last few weeks have been interesting to say the least. Discord being released and then re-sealed, Applejack ignoring us as best she can, even with Spike and Fluttershy doing damage control as best they can, and meeting myself from the future (I need to remember that spell if I ever want to go back in time and teach my younger self all the things I've learned... Perhaps another day, if I can find a way not to break down the timeline by doing so.), it's no wonder I haven't found too much time to write. But I have decided, now that Applejack has finally come around, at least on a provisional basis, to start up this new book detailing out daily struggles, and tribulations. Though if you want the steamy bits you'll have to find The Romantic and Sexual escapades of the Greenfire Family.

But I believe that the very first thing I shall detail here is what made Applejack come around.

i think it was the kiss, really. Or should I say, the make out. But I'll get to that.

So, after our argument a little while back Applejack refused to speak to us further about a relationship. I think she had to cool down and relax or something. Spike and Fluttershy were working their magic. Spike with little deeds and Fluttershy with quiet words. I think, as a duo, that they will be very hard for any mare to refuse.

Fluttershy related to me what happened. Spike had chosen to spend his time as he usually did. The morning he spent with me, organizing the library, gathering materials, and helping me set up experiments and reading for my afternoon. Then, after lunch he went over to Rarity's and helped her with cleaning, organizing, and putting together her dresses, then, at around supper time he came back to the library before heading out for a cup of tea with Fluttershy, and he would either choose to warm her bed, as he does on occasion, or come back to his basket. The system works for now, but there aren't enough hours in a day for him to spend time with each of us individually if there are going to be more, even if it's just one more. I figure there will be a schedule and/or we'll move some ponies into the library with us. I think I know some spells that might make the inside bigger without changing the outside. Celestia knows that's clearly been done before at least once.

There Spike and Fluttershy were, sipping tea, and chatting about Rinwald, a mouse that had been in a recent mouse war or something? Sounds a bit nonsensical, but anything is possible. Then there was a knock on the door and when Fluttershy opened the door there stood Applejack. Fluttershy said she had come to get some more herbs for Winnona's food. The kind that keep a dog strong a healthy into old age, so she said.

"Of course," Fluttershy responded, "Just give me a moment and I'll go get them fresh from my garden. Would you like some tea?" Spike waved from the table.

"Certainly," Applejack replied, "Y'all make the best drinks this side of the Everfree, though don't say that to Three Creams, it'd break his heart." Applejack trotted into the house and poured herself a cut of tea. She and Spike made some small talk before Spike tried to put the moves on her.

"Y'know, I was thinking of doing something special for Fluttershy's birthday in two months." Spike told Applejack.

"What's that?"

"I was thinking of taking her to Canterlot at the end of the day, and staying for the whole weekend, just her and myself for three days. I'm sure we could have all sorts of fun, and make all sorts of mischief." Spike gave her his best 'if you know what I mean' grins.

Applejack blushes a little, "I'm sure she'll like that very much." She takes another sip. Fluttershy enters at this point, but being the quiet little thing she is, Applejack doesn't hear her close the door or set the basket of herbs down.

Spike grins at Applejack, but also over her shoulder at Fluttershy, who smiles back with a mixture of embarrassment and playfulness, as she sneaks up on AJ. "Wasn't your birthday three months ago, though?"

"Yup, got all manner of fancy stuff from you six."

"But nothing quite as good as a weekend all to yourself with a special somepony?"

Applejack smiles at him, a little sad, but wise to his game, "Nope, and I'm not entirely sure if I would want something like that. My body wants things, but I'm not some brood mare in heat, to be swayed into a bed with a few empty promises and a future that could fall apart like wet paper."

Spike reaches over and takes Applejack's hoof, "We aren't asking you to marry us Applejack, just to see where things might go, won't you come and play with us for a little while, I know you'll like it as much as we will." Spike smiled.

Then Fluttershy kisses Applejack's cutie mark, pressing her muzzle into the tender flesh of Applejack's hip. She was careful to be at the side of our dear friend, so as to not be in the way of the involuntary kick she gave at the sudden contact. Spike held her hoof in place to stop her from pulling away as Fluttershy places another kiss slightly forward on her barrel.

Applejack gave out a cutie whinny and squirmed, trying to escape the tickling kisses that travailed up her side and onto her neck. Spike moved in and kissed her hoof, trailing kisses up her leg and onto her chest before pulling Applejack down for a kiss, using his reptilian tongue to swirl, squeeze, and lick at the inside of Applejack's mouth while Fluttershy kissed, nibbled, and nipped at her neck and ears.

I've been between those two when they get touchy feely, and let me tell you, it's amazing. Spike's claws running through your fur and mane, his lips touching every part of you, his sharp teeth reminding you that he could tear you open, even as his gentleness makes you shiver in delight, and anticipation. Then, Fluttershy boxing you in with her delightfully plump body, squishy in all the right places pressing against your side, her wings caressing you, her mouth on your ears, neck, turning your head and taking the heat of her scent in, the passionate kisses she gives, her hot, wet tongue in your mouth. Both of them working on you at once, making you so hot you can't stand it. I'm getting moist just writing about it, and Applejack was clearly doing the same.

They kissed, caressed, and did more than a little petting over the next hour. By the end Applejack was red faces, glassy eyed, trembling with need, and her aroma filled the cottage, masking even Fluttershy's rising heat. "I have a bed upstairs," Fluttershy whispered into Applejack's ear, "It's big enough for all of us," Fluttershy ran her hood along the slope of Applejack's back, "It you want." She added, and even her uncertainty was seductive, in a way.

"I'm not sure. I don't want to make a decision I'll regret."

"No regrets, no promises, just a couple of adults having a fun time." Fluttershy bit down on a sensitive spot on Applejack's neck, "No harm in that."

Applejack pulled out of another hot kiss with Spike, "Yeah, bed. I don't think I can keep standing for much longer, anyways."

So Spike, Fluttershy, and Applejack walked up the stairs to Fluttershy's bedroom. I'll let them tell you what happened there over in the romance journal. For now, Spike and I have a date with a bed.

Dr. Mind Eye's psychological Evaluation of The Dragon Later Known as "Spike"

Psychiatric Evaluation of patient (unnamed), Age: 6-18 months, conclusions after one (1) year of regular meetings.

Performed by Dr. Mind Eye

Physical and physiological analysis attached. Main points summarized in main report.

Something you should know. Something I figured out only after bringing together all the fact. This creature, this "dragon," is a changeling. Or rather, it's what baby changeling aspire to be when they grow up. Legend speaks of these creatures but I believed them to be an old mare's tale. Perhaps, with what I know of Princess Luna, old mare's tales should be given more credit.

As with all scientists I have a working understanding of ancient Pegasi. As such I have chosen to refer to him as Spectus. Short for circumspectus which translates to look around, or watchful. Because this is truly his greatest talent. The child is aware in a way that I am unfamiliar with. He instinctively reads body language, speech patterns, and pheromones and seems to copy them in an attempt to create an unconscious bond between himself and the pony he is speaking with.

Now if he were truly like a changeling then we would be able to understand his needs but his physiology is like nothing we've ever seen before. Firstly, he cannot feel. Emotion, that is. His brain is constructed with very little of the common chemicals. His adrenal glands seem severely underdeveloped and dopamine is nearly non-existant.

And yet he emotes. At first I believed he was shy and withdrawn. Uncommon in toddlers and infants but nothing to be to concerned about. When he finally opened up to me he showed all the signs of a regular toddler. He responded to every test and question perfectly. As if he read my mind to see the correct answer.

After he had accustomed himself to me he began to... change me to fit him. This is a slow process and the only way I caught it is because I had notes to look back on. He asked if I liked him, and of course I said I did. And I meant it, I find all of my patients quite enjoyable company, a child's bright outlook on life is why I got into this business in the first place. But he asked if he were my favorite patient. He used that word exactly, patient. Children do not refer to themselves as patients, not on their own.

I found myself agreeing with him. He was my favorite patient. Bright, happy, and surprisingly knowledgeable. That one a big warning sign when I later reviewed my notes. I began bringing him treats. Tiny gemstones that didn't cost much to purchase from a friend of mine that works in the mining industry. I have never before given any patient of mine a snack or treat. I believe they get more than enough sugar at home and I don't need to be giving them more. Spectus convinced me that gemstones were fine since there was no sugar in them.

In the last months I believe that I truly loved him. He was like the son I never had. Doctors do not grow attached to their patients.

When the physiology report came in I looked over my notes about the boy. I felt fear then, I am not ashamed to admit. His body is made for what he is, the perfect predator.

Do you know why 'transform' can mean both to change shape and to change position? It's because by some strange circumstance transformation magic handles both teleportation and changing shape. When analyzing Spectus's magic it was found that it was the same type of magic that changelings use to take the shape of a pony, but slightly different. It's theorized that Spectus can grow larger or smaller and take the form of any living creature, even plants.

He also has receptors in his nose that pick up pheromone and magical discharge. We know that ponies have a kind of haze or aura around them and this aura grows stronger when they are happy or in love. This is what changelings feed off of to replenish their magic. Spectus, however, is set up to internalize this aura and use it both as as secondary power source and as a kind of perfect empathy mirror. He knows exactly what a pony is feeling and with his intellect he can most likely understand why they are feeling that way.

In essence, he could manipulate a hardened politician into arguing for the other team. But this isn't all, oh no, this is the tip of the iceberg. Dragons are omnivores for obvious reasons, needing the protein and iron from meat to help with proper growth and vegetables to provide the neutralists they cannot obtain with a carnivorous diet. They also eat gemstones. We believe this is to assist with scales and tooth growth. It, we have found, also serves another purpose. Internal magic.

As I'm sure you're aware, ponies and most other creatures draw on the natural magical energies around them into their bodies to be used in such things as spells, cloud walking, and assisted plant growth. If they use too much they will become tierd but they will eventually "recharge." Dragons cannot do this as their physiology naturally repels all outside magic which is why it is hard to effect them with spells. So they found another way. Gemstones naturally capture a great amount of magical energy, which is why they are often used in magical artifacts. Dragons, therefore, eat these and digest them to add to their non-replenishing internal magic. They could, of course, eat magical plants or beings and get the same effect but gemstones can hold much more energy than any single plant or animal.

But that has very little to do with anything other than some interesting tidbits about dragons that we did not know before. The final nail in the coffin, as they say, is Spectus's saliva. It's a drug, pure and simple. It calms and creates good feelings in the creature exposed either by bite, kiss, or lick. As with all things one or two doses won't create any sort of long term effect beyond making Spectus seem more trustworthy because you aren't tense around him. He uses this weapon liberally. Licking ponies like a dog. Giving out small kisses on the cheek. He has even "accidentally" scratched somepony and licked the wound clean.

The doses are so small that they are nearly unnoticeable over a short time period or with more than a month between doses. But what if he gets a marefriend? Kissing her everyday, or performing oral sex? There are no side effects. It doesn't seem to be an all consuming addiction like some of the more hard core drugs. No, this is far more insidious. A hard drug would create immediately noticeable changes in behavior, this works slowly and over time. A pony continuously subjected to it would not lose their ability to find enjoyment in other activities, but those activities would be enhanced with a quick kiss from Spectus.

So it would seem like everything would be better if this mare were around him. Just like how many say love feels like.

I took the liberty of forwarding the test results to an animal expert under the false name "Dr. Bird Eye" and asked the expert what they predict the life cycle of such a creature would be. The report is attached.

After reading the report I have come to the conclusion that patient Spectus is a monster in every meaning of the word but one. He is not malevolent. However, he may only not be malevolent only on the basis that he cannot feel grief or remorse and thus does not understand that what he does is wrong.

Patient Spectus cannot and does not feel emotions the way we understand them. He takes no joy is what he does and yet he feels no remorse for manipulating those around him who love him. He sees living creatures simply as tools to be used to his ends and will manipulate them with word, drug, and magic to get what he wants. He will act polite, nice, loving, caring, gentle, aggressive, hurt, or shamed as the situation dictates but he does not truly feel these emotions. He, instead, wears the mask that will make those around him happy, loving, or simple accepting that he is not a threat.

He is an apex predator living among prey and yet he is praised for being "cute," "attentive," and "a sweet dear." He has the entire palace wrapped around his little finger and I have no doubt that his power base will grow as he gets older. Mark me. He will take what he wants, and they will thank him for it. He will hurt and kill those that stand in his way, and they will praise him as a hero. He will give those that love him what they want, and what they need, not because he loves them but because he does not want his tools to break.

This is a monster far more dangerous than those that wait in the dark with sharpened claw and tooth. This is a monster that will make you love him, one that you will thank for his "kindness."

End of Evaluation

A much folded and re-folder white page was clipped behind the report. It was mouth written and slightly dirty

Dear Dr. Bird Eye

This is a very interesting report that you have sent me. Truly a creature that is well suited to its particular environment. As you have not seen fit to tell me the species I shall assume, for arguments sake, that this is a new kind of changeling that has just been discovered. It is a miracle that something like this would be discovered. This creature seems highly adapted to camouflage perfectly into any society from dragons to ponies to gryphons. But you asked for a predicted life cycle so I shall try my best.

The creature would start off as an egg, of course. This egg would have to either be abandoned or placed among eggs of a different species. This is because the creature shows no sign of having the ability to either, A: Be emotionally attached to the offspring or, B: Have the necessary emotions to feel the infant the aura it needs to survive.

Now let's assume that this egg is placed in a sea serpents nest. Being a sentient creature the sea serpent would immediately notice that a new egg had come into its nest so I guess that the egg would be camouflaged to look like all the eggs around it. Perhaps the parent would do this or the egg would have some kind of chameleon ability. The creature inside would also change to fit the genome of the creatures surrounding its egg so that when it hatched it would look like all the other infants.

The creature would attempt and most likely succeed in emulating any actions the other infants took. In the case of the sea serpent they would kill and eat each other until only three or four were left. Then the creature would feed on the love of the parent until either the parent pushed them out on their own or died from having their emotions and magic drained. In the case of almost all sentient creatures the former will come before the latter as the creature would be a baby and not need very much love to sustain itself.

Then, after it has left the nest it will look for a community. This is where any egg left in a dragon's or sea serpent's clutch would need to learn their first shape shifting ability. Since sea serpents and dragons are solitary creatures they wouldn't be able to provide enough total love to do more than barely feed the creature. Any mate they took from these creatures would die from loss of magic and heart breaking depression, thus leaving the creature to either find a larger source of emotion or take mate after mate very quickly.

Now let's assume that this sea serpent looking creature walks into a gryphon village. Of course it gets chased out. Then it looks into another one and the same thing happens. The creature would try different tactics. Emulated behaviour, attitudes of superiority or submission, anything to be accepted.

Eventually it would come to one of two action plans. The same plans that the changelings use. Either it can transform into something that looks like the creatures it wants to feed from or it can kidnap individuals and keep them drugged as they absorb their energy.

Let's assume that this creature picks the first option sooner or later. First it would establish itself. Learn about the gryphons it was living with, learn about the different jobs, and generally act cordially to all. Then it would pick a target. It would have been living off the ambient emotions for a while and getting quite hungry so it would pick an easy target. Somegryphon who was fat, or ugly, or had low self esteem, or had none or few friends, and they would get close to them.

The creature would make them feel safe, secure, and loved. Using its ability to understand the other creatures emotions and with a liberal application of its drugged saliva they could make any creature fall in love with them. Then it would firmly establish a hold on this creature. Most likely by exploiting their self esteem issues to manipulate them into having intercourse.

The gryphon would feel like they were cared for, loved even. This is actually a symbiotic relationship at this point. The gryphon gives the creature love and the creature gives the gryphon self esteem and somegryphon who (they believe) loves them. This relationship could continue for years before the creature grows enough to need more love. By this point the gryphon is so in love with this perfect mate that they would do anything the creature asks.

And so the creature asks if their mate wants more mates. The gryphon, even if they felt jealous, or shameful (because gryphon society is heavily monogamous) they would say yes. Anything for the creature that took them from the pits of despair and self doubt and made them feel loved. Thus would begin recruiting. This may be done be either the creature themselves, the mate, or both. After the initial target the creature would be free to go after any creature they wished.

Ideal targets would be those who were unattached, known to the creature and/or the mate, and magically or emotionally powerful. This list would probably include creatures that also had financial or social high standing. Politicians, social butterflies, the strong willed, and the well established would make excellent targets.

Using any wealth or power the creature or its mates came by it would lead a well off but not obtrusive lifestyle. Depending on the creatures life span this may go on for several generations with it taking a new set of mates and moving around to not be suspicious.

In conclusion. I am tempted to call this a parasitic life form like that of the changelings. However, a changeling can, will, and does live off a single pony at a time. Draining them until they die and moving on to another victim. However, the creature you describe couldn't live this way. It would need an entire support structure to keep itself well fed and that would mean keeping a large harem alive and, hopefully, happy and healthy.

I am also tempted to call this wrong. The creature you describe could not ever truly love its mates and would be keeping them attached to it with drugs but...

The creature wouldn't be subverting their personality or emotions. Just because it is assisted by drugs does not mean that the emotions are false. Just as when a stallion or mare lies for intercourse it doesn't mean that something real cannot come of it. The mates of this creature could still be sad, or depressed, or angry at a stupid comment, and the creature would have to deal with these things in a logical manner. It couldn't brush off the concerns of a mate because that mate has to stay happy, healthy, alive, and in the vicinity of the creature for the entirety of the creature's life.

In a way, the creature would have to be more attentive to its mates than any loving husband or wife would want to be. It would act patient, caring, and always see to the needs of its mates. It would seem to express all the emotions a mate would expect. Anger, jealousy, possessiveness. Incredible possessiveness. This creature would be very possessive.

This is my personal opinion and normally I could include it in a report but as this is an informal request I believe that the opinion of a mare may help in this instance. I believe that, were I a mate, I would stay with the creature even if I did know what it was. Even if in my heart of hearts each word was a lie and every caress was calculated to make me love it and stay with it. Because sometimes a mare just wants to know that she has a solid foundation to stand on.

Sincerely,

Dr. Fluttershy, field biologist, researcher, and veterinarian of exotic plants and animals.

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