His Little Pet

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.