Spike's Odd Jobs

Chapters

Ch.1 Scratch that beat
Ch.3 Unforeseen Developments
Ch.4 Taking Precautions
Ch.5 A Promise Well Kept
Ch.6 Actions and Consequences
Prologue
Ch.2 Mixing Melodies

Ch.1 Scratch that beat

A month had gone by since Spike started his business and his business was quickly booming. Spike started receiving orders for his services within the first few days, mainly in Ponyville, but the young dragon certainly wasn’t complaining and neither were his employers. They loved his work and they certainly told their friends or anypony else in need of some extra hands. But despite his side jobs, Spike kept his promise to Twilight and kept up with his work with her and the Library. Twilight was very impressed, she didn’t believe Spike could work so well under such conditions, but he clearly proved her wrong and was very happy his business was such a success.

It was early in the morning and Spike had just finished mopping the floors of the library when Twilight had sauntered out of her bed room in her lavender plaid pajamas, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead.” Spike said happily.

“That’s weird, normally I’m the one telling you that,” Twilight said as she finally reached the bottom of the stairs. “What are you doing up so early?”

“Nothing,” Spike said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I just woke up a little early and couldn’t get back to sleep so I decided to get a head start on my chores.”

“Hm, getting up early? Doing chores before breakfast? Who are you and what have you done with Spike?” The Unicorn said with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

“Haha, you don’t call me your number one assistant for nothing,” He said putting his cleaning supplies to the side. “C’mon, I got breakfast ready and I’m hungry.” The two walked off into the kitchen to have their meal.

Elsewhere, out in an apartment in Canterlot, a white unicorn mare with a cobalt blue mane with cyan stripes slept soundly in her bed. “tch . . . yl Scratch,” A dull voice sounded in her mind, rousing her from her slumber. “Vinyl Scratch, wake up this instance!”

The white unicorn’s cerise eyes widened in shock as she instantly shot up right in bed. “Wha, what’s happening!?” She said in a panic looking around.

Her eyes instantly looked over the side of her bed and found a light gray earth pony mare looking down at her with a less than happy expression. The mare had slender arms and elegant legs, a relatively ample chest and slender hips, her eyes were a beautiful mulberry and her mane was a slightly darker gray coat. She wore a white dress shirt with a pink bow tie underneath a grey vest with a matching long dress skirt. “Vinyl, we need to talk.” The gray mare told her. The white unicorn’s worry quickly changed to annoyance as she fell back, plopping her head against her pillow.

“Whatever it is, Tavi, can’t it wait till later?” Vinyl groaned.

“No, it can’t, now get up,” Octavia said as she stormed out of her friends room.

Vinyl groaned even louder as she forced herself up again and got out of bed. She dragged her hooves against the floor toward her door, her eyes still shut, not wanting to open them and just go back to sleep. She continued to drudge out of her room, but the second her hoof breached the threshold of her doorway, she felt her hoof slam into something. Her eyes widened in pain as she lifted her hoof up and yelped, “Ouch, what was that?”

“Look around you,” Octavia told her. Vinyl looked around at their apartment living room. The room was very spacious with a couple of couches in the center with a coffee table in the middle. There was a stereo system in the corner stacked with records and CD’s belonging to both girls. On the right half of the room was the adjoined kitchen/dining room with a small light fixture above the table; although that’s not what Octavia wanted her to see. The room was littered with trash, clothes, dirt and dust.

“Vinyl, I told you I would be practicing late this week and that I’d need you to keep up with the house cleaning, now look at this place. It’s a pig sty!” Octavia told her in an upset tone.

“I know, I’m sorry, but I got my own gig to work this week too, I’ve been trying to put together this new mix, but I’ve got a block and it’s buggin’ me.”

“And you’ve been lounging about trying to break it,” the gray mare said with her arms crossed.

“How’d you know?”

“I know you,” Octavia answered simply. “Vinyl, you promised me you’d do this, I can’t stay home to clean up after you.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Vinyl said as she ran her hand through her mane. “But I’m really close, just let me finish my latest set and I’ll clean the place up, I promise,”

“No, you’re a procrastinator, Vinyl,”

“I am not,”

“Yes, you are, you put things like this off till the last minute, that’s how I’m sure this whole mess started in the first place.” Octavia told her.

Vinyl’s eyes looked away, remembering that this mess started from her simply eating her lunch on the coffee table then leaving it there. “Okay, you may have point.” She admitted.

“Look, I have to go or I’m going to be late for practice,” Octavia said as she walked toward the door where her Cello case was sitting. “I’ll be home late tonight, but by the time I get home, this place had better be spotless, do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Vinyl said in a shameful tone as she lowered her head.

“Good, see you tonight,” And with that said, the cellist grabbed her instrument and left through the door.

Vinyl sighed heavily as she looked around her. Cleaning up the whole apartment would take her all day and she didn’t have the time. Her latest gig was tomorrow night and she hadn’t finished putting together her new mix she was going to debut at the club. Her day had just started and already she was feeling stressful. She quickly turned around and headed toward the bathroom to freshen up. She couldn’t clean the house unless she was clean herself.

She waltzed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She then tossed off her nightgown and looked herself over in the mirror. Her figure was slender and thin, her chest was on the small side, but still perky and supple all the same, while her wide hips and butt was something she knew turned a few heads. When the water was nice and hot, she stepped in and did her usual morning routine.

When she was finished, exited the bathroom and dressed up in her usual home attire of a white t-shirt and jeans and went back into the garbage pit she called the living room. She wasn’t even sure where to start, but she guessed getting a few garbage bags would be a good a place as any. She went into the kitchen and pulled a couple out from the cupboard under the sink and as she opened the bag up and was about to start, when her eyes caught sight of something on the counter. It was sitting atop a stack of mail she had been meaning to sort out; it was a flyer. She picked it up and saw it was a flyer for some kind of Odd jobs business. Spike’s Odd Jobs, huh? Maybe this is what I need. She thought to herself.

She turned the flyer over and saw a request sheet to fill out. She immediately started looking for a quill and ink which was like looking for a needle in a garbage stack. When she couldn’t find them, she knew one place she’d find them. Octavia’s room. She practically flew into the room and quickly acquired what she needed and started filling out the form. It was pretty simple. Name, address, job request, payment and a time to be finished by (if required).

When Vinyl finished filling out the form and looked it over to make sure everything was in order. “Okay, that’s done,” she said looking over the instructions for sending the request. “Send, via magic and wait for response. Response should be sent in less than five minutes.” She read aloud.

With everything finished, Vinyl focused her cyan color magic into her horn and encased it around the request form. In a bright flash, the request vanished in a swirl of magic and disappeared. “Now, we play the waiting game,” She muttered to herself as she looked over the mess in the living room, praying to Celestia that somepony would come.

At the same time, back in Ponyville, Spike and Twilight had finished breakfast. Spike was doing the dishes, while Twilight went over her day’s itinerary. “So, what’s on tap for today?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

“Not much, just a few experiments and fine tuning a few spells, nothing big.” Twilight said as she went over her schedule.

“So, I’ll finish up here, then we can get-” Spike was cut off when a familiar feeling rose in his stomach.

“Spike,” Twilight said with a raised brow, but stopped when Spike cheeks puffed up and he belched a puff of green flames. The flames swirled until a piece of parchment appeared before him.

Spike grabbed it and looked it over. “Is it a letter from the Princess,” Twilight asked as she stood up.

“No, it’s for me,” He said simply. He quickly dried his hands off with on his apron and looked the new request sheet over. His eyes quickly widened in shock. “Sweet Celestia of Equestria, I don’t believe it!”

“What? What is it?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I just got a job request from DJ Pon-3. The DJ Pon-3, Vinyl Scratch!” Spike said happily.

“You mean that DJ you’re always listening to?”

“Yeah, she actually sent me a request form.” Spike said, ecstatically.

“For what?”

“Apparently . . .,” He said looking over the form. “She needs me to clean her apartment.”

“Really, that’s it,” Twilight said in a completely unimpressed tone. “You do that here?”

“Yeah, but you’re not a famous DJ,” He pointed out.

“Oh no, I’m not a famous DJ, just the protégé of Princess Celestia, your mother, I might add.” She said with heavy sarcasm.

“Twilight, please, this isn’t a competition,” He said with an equal amount of sarcasm. “I gotta get back to this, unless, you need me here.”

“No, go about your business, I could use the peace and quiet,” she said, waving him off as she sat back down at the table.

Spike headed off to his bedroom and went to his desk, grabbing his ink and quill and started his reply message. When it was finished, Spike sent it, via Dragon fire and went about gathering his needed supplies. When he had everything he headed back upstairs and stood in the middle of the Library. “Twilight, I’m heading out,” He shouted to her.

“Alright, have fun with your DJ,” She said dismissively. He ignored her and prepared for his departure. Over the years, Spike always wondered about his fire, how he could teleport parchment from himself to the Princess and vice versa. He mainly wondered if he could ever teleport other objects as well. He tried it a couple of times and it worked, except it was all sent to the Princess and only her. He couldn’t teleport objects to other places, so he asked Celestia herself and she explained that his form a teleportation requires an anchor or a fixed point to teleport something and this fixed point is determines by what she called a Mana frequency. He barely understood most of her magical jargon, but in simple terms, it was a magical radio signal that his flames followed, allowing him to send parchment from point A (him) to point B (her).

So he learned to incorporate this into his business. It was hard for Earth and Pegasus ponies, but Twilight helped him fix that by enchanting the parchment; but when the parchment was sent by magic by a unicorn or simply burned, it created a Mana frequency from the user to Spike, allowing him to send the messages back to the employer, which also allowed him to send, himself.

Spike held his supplies close to him; he then took a deep breath and bent his head down as he unleashed a torrent of flames around himself. The flames instantly engulfed him and his supplies and then in an instance he was gone in a swirl of smoke. Twilight then walked into the room with her schedule in hand and looked to see a giant scorch mark on the floor. “He’s cleaning that up when he gets back.” She said as she walked past it and started her day.

At the same time, back at Vinyl and Octavia apartment, Vinyl paced around waiting for the response to come through. “C’mon, dammit, how long does it-” She groaned until she saw a swirl of smoke appear overhead as a piece of parchment materialized.

She frantically caught it in surprise and quickly looked it over. “Your request has been accepted. Please place response on the floor and step back.” She read aloud. Vinyl did as the note said and placed it on the floor and backed away. A short moment later, a giant puff of smoke appeared as Spike and his supplies materialized over the note. Vinyl’s widened in shock as she practically jumped back. “Whoa, who are you?” She asked with a raised brow.

“Hi, I’m Spike of Spike’s Odd Jobs, where no job is too odd,” He said with a professional smile.

“So, you’re the cleaner,” she said, finally calming herself down. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting-”

“A Dragon, yeah, I get that a lot.” He chuckled.

“I guess I should introduce myself, I’m-”

“Vinyl Scratch or DJ Pon-3,” He interrupted again. “I know, I’m a big fan of your music.”

“Thanks, always nice to meet a fan,” She said with a smile.

“So, according to your request form, you need a house cleaner for the day?” He asked as he looked around at the garbage pit around him. “Must have been some wild party if this is the aftermath.”

“No, sadly, this is all me,” She said, looking around too as she scratched her head. “I’ve been busy working on a new mix for a gig tomorrow night and my roommate has been busy with her own thing late into the nights. She asked me to keep up with this cleaning, but I kept putting it off until . . . well, you can see for yourself.”

“Ah, I see, well, no worries; I can have this place cleaned up in no time. Leave it to me.” He said with a reassuring toothy grin as he puffed his chest out with pride.

“Alright, big guy, have at it. I’ll be in the back working if you need me.” Vinyl smiled at him as she patted his shoulder. Spike turned to watch her walk off, her hips swaying with a little something extra as she disappeared into a room down the hall.

“Well, time to get started.”

Four Hours later

Vinyl lounged around in her studio trying to put her new mix together and it wasn’t easy. Every new set she put up didn’t synch up the way she liked it and it was killing her. She had blocks like this before, but nothing like this. “Grr, dammit all to Tartarus, why can’t I get this,” She groaned as she slumped over her sound board. She turned it off and removed her headphones. “I’m getting nowhere, fast. Maybe I should take a break. Actually,” She pondered as she stood up. “That Dragon has been awfully quiet. I wonder how he’s doing?” She said as she walked toward the door.

When she opened it and walked out into the hallway, she found it was completely quiet. Long before she reached the living room, her nose as assaulted with the fresh smell of lavender. When she reached the room her eyes widened in shock and her jaw went slack at the sight before her. The room was completely cleared of all debris, clutter and garbage.The couch was cleaned, the floor and tables dusted, counters and dishes scrubbed. Everything was clean. “Un. Freakin. Believable!” She chuckled to herself as she looked around with a smile slowly growing on her face. “He did all this is four hours? What kind of Dragon is he?”

A second later, she heard the door opening. She looked to see Spike step in, his chest bare, showing her his toned muscular frame. “Hey, I just got finished taking out the last of the trash,” he said as he walked in. “Sorry, about loosin’ the shirt, it got pretty messy real fast, I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all, if I knew you offered that kind of service I’d have asked for it,” She said with a sultry smile as she walked into the kitchen to inspect the rest of his work.

Spike tried to fight the light blush that started rising in his cheeks. “Seriously, this is awesome and even more so, you did this by yourself,” she said as she looked at him with a raised brow.

“What can I say, I’ve spent years picking up after a certain mare,” He said with a shrug.

“In any case, wait here,” She said as she ran off. She returned a moment later with a coin purse in hand. She pulled out the promised amount of payment and handed it to him. “Here you go and thanks for everything, you really saved my flank.”

“No problem, really, it’s my job,” He said as he took his payment and put it in his pocket. “So, anything else you might need while I’m here?”

“Not really, not unless you know how to spin a mix,” she said sarcastically with a chuckle until she saw Spike give a shrug. “Do you?”

“Well, I’m no disk jockey, but I’ve done a few gigs for my friend Pinkie and from what I’ve heard, I’m pretty good. Maybe a fresh perspective can help.” He suggested.

“I guess that could help,” She said thoughtfully, “this way.”

Vinyl lead Spike toward the back until they walking into a room filled with speakers of various sizes against the right and left walls and Sound board in between. “Cool, you got this whole room to yourself to put your music together?” Spike asked.

“Yeah, I have to put a sound proof spell on the walls when my roommate is home and she likes practicing out in the living room anyway, so, I can’t complain,” Vinyl said as she took a seat at her sound board and grabbed her headphone. “Here, listen and tell me what you think.” She said as she passed him her headphones.

Spike took the headphone and put them on, while Vinyl got her latest track going. Spike closed his eyes and listened as the beat started. Almost immediate Spike started banging his head to the beat with a smile on his face. “Alright, not bad so far,” He told her.

“Okay, here comes the mix,” She told him as she readied her hands on the board.

Having listened to it so many times, she didn’t need to hear the beat to know when to mix the next beat in and when it finally came, she started messing with the dials and knobs, throwing in the new beats. Spike’s eyes shot open in confusion as he listened and shortly after removed the headphones. “Ooooookay, that’s little off.” He told her with a raised brow.

“I know, I know,” She groaned as flopped back in her seat in aggravation. “I just can’t figure it out.”

“Hm, may I?” He asked, gesturing to the sound board.

“By all means,” Vinyl said as she got up from her seat. Spike sat down and put the headphones back on and went to work on the sound board. Vinyl watched with rapt attention as Spike played with the many dials and nobs in front of him. After a few minutes, Spike pulled the headphones off and handed them to Vinyl. “Here, I think I got something,”

Vinyl took the headphones and secured them to her head and nodded, giving Spike the okay to start. Spike started the track and Vinyl listened intently as she did the other hundreds of times she played it. When the time to meld the new track came, Spike began playing with the sound board. When the new track hit Vinyl’s ears, the Disc Jockey, couldn’t help the grin that grew on her face and her head started bobbing to the new beat.

She continued to listen as Spike let the track play out, melding in new tracks as it went. Vinyl closed her eyes and found her body being hypnotized, being led by the music as her body began to dance in time with the beat. Spike watched her, his face going red as her slender frame and voluptuous hips swayed to the beat. While Vinyl found the new track hypnotizing, Spike found her body held the same power since he couldn’t take his eyes from it.

Lucky for him, the track quickly reached its end, allowing him to pull his attention back to the sound board as Vinyl stopped dancing and pulled the headphones off. “Hot damn, that was incredible! That was awesome!” She said ecstatically.

“It was n-” Spike’s sentence was quickly cut off as Vinyl took his head in her hands and clasped her lips against his kiss. Spike’s eyes widened in shock before the DJ pulled her back with a wide smile on her face. “Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou so much,” She said as she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, pressing her body against his.

“R-Really, it’s no problem,” Spike said, his face, blushing red as he felt her supple breasts against his bare chest.

“Like Tartarus it’s not,” She said as she pulled herself from him. “How much do you want?”

“What?” He asked with a raised brow.

“How much? I have to pay you for your help,” She told him, her resolve to pay him back burning in her eyes.

“No, really, it’s no problem,” He assured her with a chuckle.

“No, no, no, I have to pay you back,” She told him adamantly. “I’ve been trying to figure this track out all week and got nothing, then you come along and fix the whole thing. That mix was phenomenal! I need to pay you back for this.”

A thought then clicked in her head. “Wait right here,” She said as she ran toward the door and disappeared into the apartment. She soon returned and handed him a small business card that read “The Beat Box”. “My gig is at that club here in Canterlot. Be there at eight.” She told him.

“Really? No foolin’?” Spike asked happily.

“You said you were a fan right? What better way to repay you than to get you into my show?” She said with a cheerful smile.

“Thanks,”

“No prob,” She assured him.

The two headed off into the living room where Spike left his cleaning supplies. After gathering everything, Vinyl stood at the front door, holding it open for Spike as he walked through. “Seriously, thank you for . . . everything. You really are something else.”

“Thanks, years of practice,” He chuckled as he scratched his head. “So, see you tomorrow night?”

“It’s a date,” She said with a smile as she closed the door, “Bye.”

“Bye,” Spike said as he turned to walk away, but before he took a step, something clicked in his head, halting him. “Wait, what?”

Spike quickly shrugged off the confusion before he took a deep breath and spat torrent of fire at his feet, teleporting himself home. Back inside Vinyl’s apartment, the young DJ watched through the door’s peephole as Spike disappeared in a pillar of green flames. “Hm, he’s definitely a cutie, I’ll give him that,” She said pulling herself from the door. “I think you and I can have some real fun tomorrow night, Spike. I hope you’re up for it.”

With that said, Vinyl headed off into the living room to do something she’d been dying to do all day, relax.

Back at Golden Oaks Library

Back at the library, Spike had returned home in a maw of green flames, feeling pretty good about himself. Not only did he get to meet his favorite DJ, but he also helped her put together a new mix and got invited to her latest gig. “Hahaha, tomorrow night is gonna be awesome.”

“What’s gonna be awesome?” Asked a familiar bubbly voice from beside him. Spike screamed in shock and fear as he jumped back away, grabbing his chest, trying to keep his heart from jumping out of it. He turned to see a pink earth pony mare with blue eyes, a well ample chest that flowed down her curvy body to nice set of hips and arms and legs that were nice, slender and lithe. Her most noticeable features were her puffy pink cotton candy mane and her wide trademark smile. She wore a white shirt with blue polka dots that showed a good amount of cleavage with a short blue skirt that just barely showed off the pink panties she wore underneath. “Dammit, Pinkie, you almost gave a heart attack.”

“Me? You almost gave me a heart attack, showing up all ‘puff’ and ’woosh’ in bunch of green flames.” She told him, flailing her arms around for dramatic effect.

“Right, sorry,” He apologized before shaking his head. “Wait, what you doing here? Where’s Twilight?”

“Oh, she just stepped out a while ago, something about running out of parchment and ink. I came over to borrow a cooking book to look up some new recipes to try out.” She answered as she slowly walked behind him. “Actually, now that you’re here it’s even better.”

“Why’s that?” He asked.

“Because,” Pinkie said as she stopped behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against him. “Twi’s gone, we got the place to ourselves and I’m in the mood for one of my favorite deserts.”

“What’s that?”

“A Pinkie Cream Pie,” She whispered into his ear. A toothy grin stretched to the corner of Spike’s face as he snorted a puff of green flames from his nostrils. “I’ll take that as a yes then?”

“You know I love to cook with you,” He told her.

“Me too,” She giggled as she kissed his cheek. “So, where do you feel like ‘cooking’?”

“I figured the kitchen would be a good place to start. Then maybe afterward, we could hit the shower. You know how messing cooking can get.”

“I love the way you think,” She said as she grabbed his hand and lead him toward the kitchen. “C’mon, let’s get cooking.”

The day went on per usual. Spike and Pinkie had their little fun, took a shower and had a little more fun as promised. Luckily they finished up just as Twilight returned; even more so since Pinkie pulled her non-magic ‘vanishing act’, so she wouldn’t be caught. After he finished cleaning himself up, Spike raced downstairs to tell Twilight the good news. While she was happy for him, Twilight was also a little apprehensive to let the young Drake go to a club so late at night. It took quite some convincing, if not begging to get Twilight to let him go, but he eventually got the okay. Spike never usually asked for much and this was a gift from his favorite DJ. Where was the harm?

The next day

Spike woke up excited and energized, ready for the night he was going to have. He did his chores, ran his errands all by noon. The rest of the day he spent getting ready for his night at Vinyl’s gig. Normally he wasn’t the kind to fuss over such trivial things like attire, well, except for whenever he accompanied Rarity to one of her social events, but this was a special gift from his favorite DJ; he had to look presentable.

After many hours putting his outfit together, Spike spent some time wondering what the club would be like. While Spike was of legal age to go clubbing, he rarely ever went to any, mainly because Twilight wouldn’t let him, but every once in a while, he’d get invited out with Applejack and Rainbow so long as he kept it from Twilight, which he most certainly did.

He walked over to his bed and fell back onto it and started to relax. He could already hear the music pounding in his head. He closed his eyes, stomping his foot to the invisible beat. The beat continued, but soon something new came to mind, Vinyl Scratch. In his mind he envisioned her dancing form once again; her slender frame, her voluptuous hips, her supple breasts. “Spike,” called Twilight.

Spike immediately sat up in his bed as Twilight called, “Spike, c’mere, I need your help.”

Having been pulled from his daydream, Spike headed on upstairs to help Twilight; the rest of the day passed by rather quickly. After helping Twilight with one of her magical experiments for a few hours, dinner time rolled by. He quickly fixed their meal and when he was finished, he cleaned the dishes and headed downstairs to get ready. When he finished up, he headed back upstairs to find Twilight reading on the living room couch.

“I’m headin’ out, Twi,” He said, walking toward the front door. “Don’t wait up.”

“Alright, have fun,” Twi said, refusing to pull her nose from her book. “And don’t go crazy, those clubs can be a tough scene.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” He said with subtle sarcasm, which Twilight didn’t seem to pick up on. “Later.”

Spike opened the door and headed out into the dark streets of Ponyville. When he got clear of the Library, Spike spread his wings and with a powerful beat of his muscles, he took off in the night sky. While Spike was no Rainbow Dash, he did have the good grace to be taught by her, so making a flight to Canterlot wouldn’t take long, about a half hour, forty minutes tops. Either way, he’d make it just in time to make the gig.

Spike put some ‘umph’ in his wings, flying as fast as he could. In twenty minutes time, he could see the Equestrian capital, Canterlot in the distance. Ten minutes later, Spike made it into the city, but didn’t touch down just yet. He stayed airborne, scoping the ground for the club. Despite Canterlot’s reputation for being full of high end snobs, at night it was pretty lively.

Spike continued to glide about the skies, until his ears picked up the distinct sound of thumping basses. He followed the sounds and as he got closer, it was if the air itself was shaking. He finally dove down as he spotted it. It was a large rectangular building with the name in neon light, flashing above it but the ‘B’s’ in the title were plastered on big stereos.

There was a whole line of ponies reaching toward the end of the street and even around the corner from there. When Spike landed he couldn’t help but let out a whistle in astonishment. “Damn, Vinyl really knows how to bring in a crowd.” He muttered to himself.

Spike walked up to the entrance were a massive wall of burly stallion stood, blocking the entry way. The gruff bouncer looked Spike over with a raised brow. “Name?” He asked as he pulled up a clipboard.

“Spike,” The young drake answered calmly, trying not to feel intimidated.

The bouncer quickly looked over the list on his clipboard before he gave an approving nod. “Spike, alright, you’re on the VIP list from Vinyl Scratch. Here,” The bouncer said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a card on a strap and handed it to Spike, “a backstage pass.”

“Wow, cool,” Spike said as he draped the pass around his neck. The bouncer opened the door and Spike eardrums were assaulted with music and bright flashing lights. He had to shake his head to brush off some of the ringing in his ear before he walked inside.

Spike slowly walked in as the music boomed from just about every angle. It was so loud it felt like his insides were vibrating and he definitely like it. He looked around and saw an ocean of ponies dancing and drinking the night away. To his right in the wall was a full open bar. On both walls were rows of table booths and the whole center of the room was a dance floor tiled with multicolored lights constantly changing under the dancers hooves.

And finally on the back wall, high above the dance floor was a booth where the mare of the hour, Vinyl Scratch stood surrounded by stereos and her mix table. She wore her signature shades, a black crop top with a pair of jean short shorts, a pair of fingerless gloves and a pair of navy and light blue knee socks. The young DJ was bobbing her head and swaying side to side to the tune of her own beat every pony on the dance floor as well.

Spike checked around and spotted a door on the back wall under Vinyl’s booth where a single bouncer stood guard. Spike stepped onto the dance floor and made his way to the back wall through the crowd of sweaty, flopping, dancing ponies. After finally making his way through, Spike walked up to the bouncer guarding the backdoor. Instead of saying anything, Spike simply held up his backstage pass and showed it to the oversized stallion.

The Stallion looked at the pass for a moment or two before he opened the door and stepped aside. Spike smiled and walked into a stairway that he assumed led him up to the booth. He quickly made his way up the stairs and turned the corner to see Vinyl’s beautiful flank swaying to the music. Spike couldn’t help but stare, not simply because he didn’t want to disturb her, but because he was certainly enjoyed Vinyl’s ‘backstage’ show.

“I know you’re there, Spike,” She shouted over the music, startling Spike. “I can feel you staring at my ass,” She said as she turned to face him with a smirk on her face. She put her headphones down, letting the music play out as she walked over to him.

“So, you made it, enjoying the show?” She asked as she crossed her arms.

“You know it, that mix is sick as Tartarus.” He smiled.

“I meant my ass shaking?” She clarified.

“Oh, pretty good, but I’m a breast drake myself.” He chuckled, trying not to blush at her straightforwardness.

“Really, that’s a first, normally my flank turns heads,” She chuckled. “Anyway, I’m glad you could make it. I got a surprise for you.”

“What’s that?” Spike asked with a raised brow.

“You’ll see in a minute, just let me finish this set.” Vinyl said as she went back to her booth and started mixing the tracks again. Spike stood and watched as Vinyl continued playing, the crowd going crazy from her music. Spike let the music take him as he began to sway and rock in place to the music, never once taking his eyes from Vinyl. Before he knew it, Vinyl finished her set and began to set up another. She turned slightly to him as she waved him over and said, “C’mon, you’re up.”

“Up? What do you mean?” Spike asked as he walked beside her.

“What do you think it means?” Vinyl said with a devious smile as she finishing up her next set. She then leaned in toward the microphone sitting in front of her station and shouted, “Hey Colts and Fillies, enjoying the show?”

The whole audience shouted and jeered in agreement. “Alright, well guess what I got a special surprise for yah tonight. I got a new track never before heard on my new album and you’re gonna get the first sneak peek at it.”

The audience practically went into frenzy at the mare’s announcement, but she clearly had more to say as she continued. “And even better, I’m not gonna play it.”

Almost the entire audience gasped, even Spike, but he managed to hold it in. “That’s right, instead, I got a friend of mine here, a fellow DJ who’s gonna drop this beat for me. So give it up for my Drake, Spike,” Vinyl shouted getting the crowd nice and riled up.

“They’re all yours,” Vinyl said as she tossed the headphones to him. “Knock ‘em dead.”

Spike caught headphones as Vinyl stepped out of sight of the crowd, giving him room to work at her station. When he put the headphones on, he leaned into the microphones as he looked down at the crowd. “Alright, Beat Box, this the Drake-Jockey and as a request for my friend Vinyl, I’m here to spin her latest badass track, so listen up and get a load of this,” Spike said as he started the track.

The music began to play and Spike instantly knew what it was. This was the track he helped Vinyl fix the other day. Vinyl, you sly mare, alright, let’s drop some beats. Spike thought to himself.

The music picked up and the second Spike played in the next track, the crowd had become completely lost in the beat. Spike rocked his body along with the audience, listening to the music and the crowd’s cheering for more. Unknown to him, Vinyl was dancing to the music as well, her body swaying and gyrating as if she had no control of her body whatsoever but not because of the music; it was Spike. Watching his fingers dance around her equipment, changing the tempo and bass, speeding it up and slowing it down.

Vinyl had met some good DJ’s that could stand with her in DJ battles, but listening to him was . . . different. Maybe because he was fan and knew her style, but listening to him was like somedrake playing with her body with her own music and she loved it. Spike continued to play, driving the crowd into frenzy and he certainly enjoyed watching it. But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end as Spike finally came to the end of the track.

Vinyl’s body finally came to a stop, but she didn’t want that to happen, not yet. “How’s that, everypony, did yah love that?” Spike shouted into the microphone.

The crowd roared in excitement, causing Spike to give a toothy grin. “Well then, don’t forget to it pick up on Vinyl’s new album. Thanks, everypony, you’ve awesome,” Spike said as he set the headphones down, but before they left his hands, Spike saw Vinyl’s hand touch his, keeping them gripped on the headset.

“Not so fast, Drake-Jockey,” Vinyl said as she walked over to his side. “DJ Pon-3 would like to do some free styling with you. Is that alright?”

“I think I’d be crazy not to accept,” Spike said as he pulled up his headphones.

“Good, but feel free to get crazy,” Vinyl said as she grabbed her spare headphones and put them on. “I like ‘em wild.” She said with lidded eyes and a seductive smile.

Spike felt a bit of a jolt go up his spine. Huh, a little musical foreplay, is it? Alright, Scratch let’s see if you can keep up. Spike thought to himself as he started putting on the next track.

Hours later

Time seemed to fly by as the DJ duo practically blew the roof off the club with their sick beats. The whole club was in an uproar as the two set up such awesome music that everypony was on the dance floor, completely high off the music. But even more so, Vinyl found herself completely captivated with Spike. She had never met somepony let alone somedrake so in tuned with her music. As the two mixed track after track, Vinyl and Spike never once spoke to each other, yet they melded the music together perfectly as if they were one and the same.

Vinyl heart was beating in time with each track she and Spike played as if her body were an instrument and Spike was playing her and she loved it. When the night finally came to an end, both Spike and Vinyl said their goodbyes to the club goers and made a break for the exit before they were swarmed with fans. The two finally made it back to Vinyl’s apartment, standing just outside her door. “Wow, I knew tonight would be fun, but I didn’t expect that.” Spike gave a hearty chuckle as Vinyl unlocked her door.

“That makes two of us,” Vinyl said with lidded eyes as she turned toward Spike with lidded eyes. Suddenly, Vinyl closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck, her face inches from his.

“Whoa, Vinyl, what are you-,” Spike was cut off as he felt the DJ’s soft lips meet his. He soon felt her tongue prod his teeth as she moaned into the kiss, demanding entrance and Spike was more than happy to oblige. When her tongue entered his mouth, it immediately started wrestling with his. Spike quickly fought back as his serpentine tongue wrapped around hers and forced it out of his mouth and into hers.

The young drake quickly followed through and caught the mare off guard as he wrapped his arms around her thighs and hauled her of the ground. Vinyl yelped in surprise before she wrapped her legs around his waist, not breaking their hot make out session for a second. She then quickly concentrated as her horn lit up in her cerulean aura. The door knob became enveloped in her magic as it turned and opened the door. Spike quickly rushed into the apartment, closing the door with his tail behind him.

Despite his lack of vision Spike managed to find the couch and plopped himself right down with Vinyl straddling his lap. Finally hearing their lungs scream for oxygen, the two broke the kiss, panting heavily as they caught their breath. “You . . . are . . . amazing.” She panted between breathes.

“What?” Spike said in slight confusion.

“You,” She said she tore her glasses off, her red eyes piercing him like a predator. “I never met anypony who could spin a track like you. It made me wet just listening and I’ve been dying to get you here all night.” She told with a toothy grin.

“So that was musical foreplay,” Spike said with a smirk.

“What can I say, I like to tease,” She said with a shrug.

“Me or you?” Spike asked curiously with a raised brow.

“It was supposed to be you, but you ‘turned the tables’ on me,” She chuckled at her poor word play.

“Wow and I thought Twilight’s word play was bad.”

“Just nut up and shirt off, Dragon boy,” Vinyl said as she grabbed the hem of his shirt.

Spike quickly pulled his arms up, allowing Vinyl to remove his shirt. Vinyl tossed it aside as Spike grabbed her crop top and pulled it off of her with ease, revealing her blue bra. Vinyl went in for another quick kiss before she pulled herself off of Spike and took a few steps back, giving him a full view of what was to come.

The white mare turned with her back to the drake but kept her head half turned to keep her eyes on him. Spike heard the distinct ‘clip’ sound of a button coming undone before the sound of a zipper fly falling down slowly. Spike felt his lower dragon rising form his sheath, giving his pants a slight bulge that Vinyl noticed. She gave a smirk as she wedged her fingers around the edge of her shorts. She gave her glorious ass a few wiggles as she shook it free from her shorts before letting their fall to the floor. She stepped her left hoof out and kicked them to the side with her right before turning back around to face him completely. She then reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, and tossed it aside, revealing her supple chest. “You said you were a breast guy, right? So what do yah think?”

“They look delicious, but I can’t give a proper assessment from all the way over there,” Spike said as he pulled his hand up and crooked his finger, beckoning her forward. “C’mon, let daddy have a taste.”

Vinyl gave a wide smile before practically pouncing on Spike’s lap. She held herself up with both hands on either side of his head with chest right in his face. Spike pulled his hand up and grasped Vinyl’s breast, causing a sharp intake of breath and a shudder from the mare. Spike began to gently knead her soft flesh in his palm, quickly feeling her nipple harden in his hand. Spike listened to her moan as he pulled his other hand up to attend to the other.

Vinyl felt her body shivering as Spike’s claws ever so slightly dug into her skin, causing her nether region to moisten even more. “Hm, definitely a good pair; not too big, but not too small; they fit so perfectly in the palm of my hand I can feel your nipples brushing against it.” Spike commented with an impressed tone.

Vinyl then gasped in surprise as Spike dove forward and latched his mouth onto her right breast. She moaned in pure bliss as Spike suckled and licked at her tender nipple. The sensation was rocking her body so much; she couldn’t keep from grinding her hips against the growing bulge in his pants. Spike gave the other a small tweak causing her to shriek and throw her head back. “Yes, that’s it, keep going!” She screamed.

Wow, sensitive too. These could give Pinkie’s a run for her money, He thought to himself as he gave the nipple in his mouth a bite.

Spike pulled on her nipple with his teeth before letting go and taking the other into his mouth. Vinyl was breathing heavily, moaning in ecstasy and continued to rock her hips against Spike’s crotch, drenching it in her love juices. She thrusting hips began to pick up speed as she felt her impending release. “Yes, almost there, almost there!” She said as Spike started biting at her nipple and tweaking the other with his fingers.

Spike gave her nipples a final pull, sending Vinyl over the edge. She threw her head back, screaming in orgasmic bliss as her marehood erupted, soaking Spike’s crotch in her nectar. Vinyl’s body shook, locked in place as she rode out her orgasm. After a few moments, Vinyl finally collapsed atop Spike with her head resting atop his and his face resting comfortably between her chest, allowing him to listen to her pounding heartbeat. “Yah liked that, huh?” He chuckled into her chest.

“What . . . gave it . . . away? My screaming . . . or my . . . squirting?” She panted.

Spike chuckled as she wrapped his arms around her and lowered her down onto the couch. “I’m ready for another go,” She told him.

“You sure?”

“I’ve been sure since the club,” She said as she pulled her hand down to her crotch and moved her soaking wet panties aside, showing off her equaling soaking wet pussy. “Rut me. Now.” She told him with a predatory grin.

“Yes, ma’am,” Spike said as he sat up on the couch on his knees. He quickly undid his belt and tore his pants and underwear off. Vinyl’s eyes widen in surprise as she got a good look as Spike’s massive member. Oh, this is gonna be fun! Vinyl thought as pure excitement and anticipation took hold of her.

Spike positioned himself as her entrance. Normally, he’d tease her and lube himself up, but clearly Vinyl was past such actions; so he grabbed her hips and with a mighty thrust he bottomed out inside of her. Vinyl shrieked as she felt Spike’s member spread her tight walls wide open. Spike groaned as he felt her wall instantly tighten around him, but powered on through as he quickly pulled out and started thrusting with great gusto.

Vinyl moaned and screamed as Spike worked up a good pace, plowing into her with long and hard strokes. “Damn, you’re so tight.” He grunted.

“Yes! Sweet Celestia of Equestria, yes! Faster, Spike! Faster!” She pleaded.

Spike leaned forward, holding himself up on his hands on either side of Vinyl’s head as he picked up the pace, pounding the DJ like a piston. Spike felt smoke pouring from his nostrils as Vinyl wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him in place. The alabaster mare was screaming as she felt Spike’s hot rod hitting her depths in rapid succession. Her walls tightened around his shaft desperately to make the sensation last, but even so, she could still feel her walls contracting, indicating her own orgasm. “S-Spike, I’m gonna c-cum again!”

“Yeah, I’m cumming too,” He said as he picked up speed.

At the same time elsewhere, Octavia was drudging to her front door, towing her cello in hand. “Argh, what a day,” She groaned as she reached her door. “Practice went longer than expected, but it’s finally over and I’m home.”

She rested her cello against the wall beside the door and pulled out her keys to open the door. She put the key in the lock and turned it, but could tell the door was already unlocked. “Huh, Vinyl must be home,” Octavia said as she grabbed her cello and turned the door with her free hand. “I keep telling her to lock the door before she leaves and when comes in. Honestly, anypony can just walk in an-” Octavia’s sentence was cut off when she heard the district sound of Vinyl screaming.

The gray mare dropped her instrument and rushed inside as fear gripped her heart. “Vinyl, what’s-” Octavia stopped midsentence when she reached the living room and found her roommate lying practically naked underneath a purple, muscular naked dragon who seemed to be balls deep inside her, pounding away with total abandon.

“Vinyl, I’m cumming!” He groaned as he gave a final thrust and hilted himself inside. Vinyl screamed at the top of her lungs as she arched her back up, her own orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave. Octavia’s face was beat red at the sight before her, her voice caught in her throat and her eyes widen in shock. As the two came down from their high, the young musician finally managed to find her voice as she called out, “Vinyl!”

Both Spike and Vinyl’s eyes shot open in fear. The white mare tilted her head back to see her roommate staring at her and Spike. “Tavi!?” Vinyl said with a weary smile as her cheeks went red.

“Octavia?” Spike said with a raised brow as he quickly recognized the mare.

“Spike?” Octavia said in equal confusion as she recognized the dragon. The silence filled the air between the three individuals and only one word filled all three of their minds.

Awkward, They all thought at once.

Ch.3 Unforeseen Developments

Author's Note

Another chapter up for your viewing pleasure, thanks once again to my new editor Beirirangu :twilightsmile: :pinkiehappy: . Enjoy :moustache:

Ch.3 Unforeseen Developments

Spike quickly put today’s breakfast together, ensuring that he wasn’t going to be far behind his schedule for today: he promised to help Rarity move her latest shipment of clothes, and he certainly didn’t want to disappoint the lovely seamstress. When he was finished, they both sat at the table, eating their respective meals while Twilight asked Spike about his night out. While keeping certain content hidden from the lavender unicorn, he told her about how he got backstage and was able to watch Vinyl perform, particularly how awesome it was, and then how she let him play her newest mix for the crowd, before the two joined up and sent the party into overdrive. All in all, it was definitely a night he wouldn’t soon forget, and when he was finished telling her, he went straight to work on his chores.

A few hours later, with a little dusting, sweeping, mopping, and helping Twilight catalog some new books, Spike was done, with a half hour and some change to spare. So, with a quick goodbye, Spike leisurely headed out to help the unicorn of his dreams.

Canterlot Castle

At the same time, in Celestia’s private study, the Princess of the Sun took her time eyeing the flier she received in the mail, the one for her son’s little business. According to some of her maids, the word around Canterlot was that Spike’s taken up small, part-time jobs; helping ponies with anything they needed. His customers found his pay reasonable and his work outstanding; leaving him highly recommended to any and all who needed an extra hand.

While she was certainly proud of her son’s accomplishment, she couldn’t help but feel a little left out. To start such an endeavor and simply not tell her, especially with the success rate he’s received, left her feeling a little hurt. She remembered a time when Spike couldn’t wait a single second before telling her about something he’d learned, with the same enthusiasm as her own faithful student. But with Spike, she knew it was different; for Twilight, it was showing her teacher that she was learning her lessons as she was supposed to, but for Spike, it was showing his mommy how good he was at something, and trying to make her smile.

She sighed heavily before placing the paper on her desk. “Oh, my little Spikey. All grown up and trying to leave mommy behind,” she spoke wistfully.

Feeling a little more than nostalgic, Celestia placed both hands on her desk, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, preparing herself for one of her favorite pastimes, keeping a watchful eye on her son. The Alicorn’s horn instantly lit up in its golden glow before her eyes shot open, glowing bright white. In that instant, Celestia surrendered herself to the same force she was charged with raising and lowering each and every day; The sun. Celestia quickly felt her conscience leave her body and, at first, all she saw was darkness, but that soon passed in a bright flash as her vision soon gave way to all of Canterlot from a bird’s eye view. While Celestia and Luna didn’t consider themselves Goddesses, the very handy ability to astral project themselves into their respective celestial bodies, granting them the ability to perceive all within the watchful eye of said celestial bodies, made for a very compelling argument.

With this, Celestia could see all that transpired in her wonderful city, from the civilians walking the streets to her open bedroom balcony doors, which allowed her to see her dearest sister playing with one of her new toys, in her bed, completely ignoring her earlier warning. Oh, Lulu, you’re going to pay for that, Celestia hissed, angrily. Ignoring the display, she turned her watchful gaze over to the small village of Ponyville. In a manner of seconds, her vision zoomed in on her target and began scanning around for Spike. Now, now, where could my favorite son be, hm? She muttered to herself before catching sight of the purple scaled dragon gliding over the town. Ah, there you are.

Celestia watched happily as Spike glided back down to the ground and landing in front of the Element of Generosity’s clothing store. He quickly walked over to the door, but before he knocked, he started straightening his clothes, combing his spines back, and putting breath mints in his mouth. She giggled slightly, watching him fluff and preen himself for his crush, until he finally knocked on the door. It didn’t take long until the beautiful unicorn mare answered the door, a look of joy, clear as day, was on her face. She ushered him inside and he didn’t hesitate to comply. Concentrating her magic ever so slightly, Celestia was able to see through exterior of the Boutique and saw Rarity leading Spike through the foyer, where a large number of dresses were hanging in rows before them, with stacks of empty boxes to the right.

Inside Carousel Boutique

“Thank you, once again, Spike. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the help,” Rarity said as she used her magic to roll the racks over to them in an orderly row.

“No problem, don’t worry about it,” he assured her, waving off her thanks. “You know me, always glad to help.”

“And always the gentledrake,” she giggled as the two of them began their work. Spike first brought over an empty box, while Rarity took a dress from its hook and, with her magic, gently and neatly folded it and placed it inside the box. Spike soon joined her in folding the dresses and putting them away. When the box was full, Spike closed and taped it shut, allowing them to continue on to the next.

About an hour passed later, the two finally finished, and just as they begun to relax, there was a knock at the door. Seeing that Rarity had just sat down, feeling somewhat exhausted, Spike answered the door, instead. When he opened the door, he found the Cargo loading ponies, ready to pick up their shipment, to which he simply moved aside, letting them grab the shipment. It didn’t take long before all the boxes were loaded onto the wagon, and after signing for the pickup, the movers were out and on their way. Spike closed the door and headed back over to Rarity, who was laying on her red, duvet couch. “My word, that was tiring,” she sighed heavily as he approached her. “It would’ve been far worse if you weren’t here. Thank you so much, darling.”

“Don’t mention it,” he told her, looking down at her gorgeous body as she attempted to push herself up, to which he responded by sitting down beside her, firmly grasping her shoulders and helping her up. “Wow, you really are tired, your shoulders are all tense,” he stated, feeling the stiffness in her joints.

“Sadly, yes,” she admitted, stretching her arms forward to try and alleviate some of her stiffness. “Those dresses took me some time to finish, I barely managed to get to sleep last night, and then I had to get up early to give them all a final once over. After all of that, I’m afraid I am quite tired.”

“Here, maybe I can help,” he said as he pulled his hands higher up her shoulders, “if that’s okay with you, that is?”

“Oh Spike, you should know by now that your touch is never unwanted,” she smiled as she turned her back to him and pulled her hair out of the way.

Spike smiled as he began to massage her stiff joints, taking great pleasure in hearing Rarity’s moans under his tender care. The fashionista soon felt her stress melting away like a steady river as a sense of serenity and calm took its place. She certainly loved how attentive Spike was with her whenever she asked for it, and sometimes not even then. With her mind finally at ease, a thought came to it as she took in the current scenario: her work was finished, the boutique was closed for the moment, and finally, she had Spike all to herself. What more could she ask for?

“Spike, deary,” Rarity cooed, looking over her shoulder to meet his gaze.

“Yes~,” he answered in a sing song tone.

“I know I’ve said this many a time, already. But I truly can’t thank you enough for helping me,”

“And like I said many a time before, no problem,” he assured her.

“Still, I would like to repay you for your assistance.”

“Seriously, it’s not necessary,”

“But I want to,” she said as she fully turned to face him. “Now close your eyes and you’ll get a wonderful surprise.”

Spike gave a small smile as he did as he was told. “Now don’t open them until I tell you.”

“Okay.”

Spike waited patiently before he felt something being placed atop his head; something big and soft. What the... Spike’s thoughts trailed on as he reached up to grab the object.

“Nu uh uh, not yet,” he heard Rarity chastise him, but her voice sounded slightly louder and further away. Spike put his hand down and waited a few moments longer, until he finally heard Rarity speak again. “Okay, dear, you can open your eyes.”

Spike did as he was told and opened his eyes, but his vision was still met with darkness. “What?” He muttered to himself as he reached up to grab whatever was obscuring his vision.

When he pulled it down, his eyes shrunk to the size of pinpricks and his cheeks burned red under his scales. The object he held was a purple laced bra. Rarity’s giggling fill his ears as he looked up toward the stairs and found Rarity standing at the top of them with her arms crossed her chest, using them to push up her glorious mounds. “Still think my thanks aren’t necessary?”

“Who am I to squander the generosity of such a lovely mare?” He stated as he stood up, giving Rarity his best chivalry bit.

“Oh, then there’s more where that came from, Spikey,” she stated as she turned her back, but kept her head turned to look at him. “All you have to do is come upstairs and get it.” She said, shaking those sexy hips and tail.

“Don’t mind if I do,” spike said as he gave her a playful growl, stalking over to her like a predator on the prowl.

Rarity giggled and squealed excitedly as she ran to her room with Spike not far behind.

High in the sky, Celestia’s ethereal form watched everything that transpired within the Boutique, but her mind simply couldn’t fathom what she was witnessing in the alabaster mare’s bedroom. Oh my, he... and she... but I thought... oh dear, where did he learn to do that? She stammered as her thoughts ran away with her.

Continuing to watch the intimate display between the two, Celestia remained silent throughout its entirety. When it was over, she watched the two bask in the afterglow and Celestia finally found herself again. Feeling she’d seen more than enough, she decided to end her observations here. Once again focusing her magic, Celestia released herself from her charge’s thrall and returned to her body. With the connection severed, Celestia’s magic faded along with the white glow in her eyes and she once again found herself in her study. “Well... that was certainly... something,” she said to no one in particular, resting her head in her hand. “My little Spikey and Rarity? Why didn’t he tell me? Why didn’t Twilight tell me? And how long has this been going on?”

So many questions, yet no one to answer them. Celestia was certainly not mad, she was very surprised, but not mad. She knew she rarely ever had the opportunity to see him, or even visit, but it was clear that Spike was drifting further away from her and that’s not what she wanted. She sighed heavily as she laid back into her chair, trying to relax, but when she crossed her legs to get comfortable, she noticed a slight dampness between them. Not really wanting to move from her spot, she simply uncrossed her legs and pulled her hand between her thighs to brush up against her marehood. She then pulled her hand up to her face, gazing at the slick fluid running down her fingers. “Oh, Spike, it’s been a while since you made me feel like this.”

Not wanting it to go waste, Celestia pulled her fingers to her mouth and suckled on her own honey, making sure not to miss a single drop. When she was finished and pulled her hand free, she glanced up at the ceiling, deep in thought. Celestia always adored Spike as any mother would her son, but there were always these... feelings. Feelings of longing, need and desire, but sadly, for Celestia, as well as for reasons she couldn’t explain, these feelings were always directed at the young dragon.

So many years had passed, and with it, so many equine lovers. As the eons flew by, she fought the pain of knowing she would outlive those she held dear, until she managed to come across a fellow immortal with whom she bared her soul to. Sadly enough, this soul had another love, which he could not wretch himself from, and that was his love of chaos and mayhem. It was not easy for her, but with the help of her sister, she overcame her heartbreak and what needed to be done, sealing her former lover in stone. Since then, she never found another she could share herself with, none but her sister, who gave herself to Celestia so readily that it became rather obsessive. Many years passed before Luna became corrupted and fell from grace, only to become a creature that was so frightening and dark, it could only be called ‘a Nightmare’.

Now, truly and utterly alone, Celestia simply dedicated herself to helping her little ponies find peace and prosperity. Such work was fulfilling, and time flew by in leaps and bounds as it did for most immortal creatures. Until one day, when strolling down the street in her Capital city, she found two extraordinary things. A young filly with exceptional potential and an adorable new born baby dragon. When Twilight hatched Spike, she was quite young, herself, and certainly nowhere near able to take care of and nurture the poor thing on her own; so on that day, Celestia took on Twilight as her personal protégé and became Spike’s caretaker.

She could still remember the night she brought him home, clear as daylight. Even as a hatchling, he was a rambunctious little thing; climbing, biting, and clawing anything he could get his claws and teeth into. Luckily for Celestia, his teeth weren’t fully developed, since he actually nibbled on her wing, once. It certainly hurt, but nothing too damaging. Finally, by the end of the night, when she was about to settle the two of them into bed, he wailed as loudly as his little lungs would allow. The poor thing was hungry. Celestia knew Dragons ate gems, but his teeth weren’t strong enough to break any of the ones she had, and doing so would only hurt the little one. That’s when a thought came to mind of a spell she remembered.

She sat down in her bed, cradling Spike in her arms, hushing and cooing him to calm down as she focused her magic, casting the spell. With her magic active, she weaved the spell, surrounding her body in her golden aura until it quickly shrunk and enveloped her buxom chest. She felt a strong tingling sensation under her skin, before ending the spell. It was then that she used her magic to pull her night gown up and remove her bra, revealing her pure white snow globes. Cancelling her magic, she raised one hand and took her right nipple between her fingers, gently kneading the sensitive flesh and, with a little coxing, produced a small bead of milk, which dripped onto her fingers. She held her milk covered fingers to the hatchling, which the baby quickly responded to, lapping at the sweet liquid with his dexterous muscle.

The Solar Princess giggled at the cute little reptile. She then took a deep breath and brought him closer to the source, praying that he didn’t bite down as hard as he did when he bit her wing. What happened next, Celestia couldn’t have possibly foreseen. When he was just inches away from her nipple, his tongue lashed out like a whip before he pulled his head in close, covering her entire areola with his mouth. She cried out in a gasp as she felt the hatchling suckled her teat with great vigor. Celestia’s body trembled, her breath becoming strained and ragged as pleasure rushed through her body, while milk poured down the baby’s throat.

The baby’s sucking became slightly rougher as the inevitable came and he bit down on her nipple, causing more milk to spring forth. It took every ounce of willpower the Alicorn possessed to remain still and simply let the little hatchling have his fill; which became exceedingly difficult with the constant wave of pleasure running through her. It wasn’t much longer until the baby gave a final suck of her teat and she had finally reach her own release, crying out in pleasure.

After becoming a panting mess, she looked down at the hatchling, watching as he licked his muzzle of the milk he missed. When he was finished, his gaze shifted to meet her lavender eyes with his big, green, emerald orbs before smiling and clapping his claws at her. Celestia couldn’t explain it; a baby brought her to climax with a single, simple nursing. Unsure whether or not her pleasurable reaction was an accident, she decided that she should test her theory; she assigned a wet nurse to feed Spike for a week. During said week, Celestia’s theory was proven right as the hatchling brought his nurse sexual release with each and every feeding.

Now, Celestia was no prophet, but upon such a rare find, she realized two things: this young drake would become quite the stud when he came of age, and when that time came, she would be his mate.

So time moved on and Celestia happily played the loving mother for her loving son, but she knew, when he reached a prominent age, he would begin to do something all dragons inherently do: hoard; not just gems and treasures, but woman as well. After seeing how attached Spike became to Twilight and, soon after, Rarity, not to mention her updates on her son’s growth from the Everfree’s residential herbalist, the Princess became content with the notion of having them as well. She certainly felt a love for the Element bearers, the likes of which she hadn’t seen or felt in eons, so if Spike wanted one or two, she would not disapprove.

But still, if he was becoming more active, then she would have to make her move, and to do so, she needed information; information that would allow her to properly execute her plans; information she could only get from Spike. I need to see him. I miss him so much, but I can’t. I know even if I managed to get him alone, he’s not going to want to talk about this stuff, especially with his ‘mommy’. Not to mention, I have a full schedule today. I could have Luna fill in for me, but that doesn’t help me with Spike, exactly, she thought to herself. Think, Celestia, there has to be some way this could work.

Her eyes then glanced down at her desk, where the flier for Spike’s business sat untouched. It was then that her eyes widened and a plan began to form in her head. She sat up properly in her seat and picked up the flier, her face formed a very devious expression. “Hm, this may work out better than I expected,” she muttered to herself. She put the flier down and picked up a quill and ink, “okay, Spike. It’s time to have some alone time with mommy dearest.”

Carousel Boutique

Back in Rarity’s room, Spike had just finished putting on his clothes, while Rarity lay sound asleep in her bed, a wide smile stretched across her face. He walked over and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, to which she giggled, burying her face deeper into her pillow. Spike chuckled once in his throat before taking his leave.

As he made his way out of the Boutique and into the streets, he was feeling pretty good, and not just because he sex with the mare of his dreams. He finished his chores, helped Rarity, and it was still pretty early in the day. Naturally, he’d head home to see if Twilight had anything new for him to do. If not, he’d have the rest of the day to himself. When he finally made his way home, he instantly found Twilight sitting at her desk, reading and taking notes. “Yo, Twi, I’m back,” he stated as he walked into the room.

“Oh, hey,” she greeted him with a wave as she went back to work. “So, how did it go at Rarity’s?”

“Good, it was pretty easy.”

“Really, you’ve been gone for a while now?” Twilight said, a bit confused.

“Oh, I just stuck around to help her relax. She was feeling pretty exhausted, I just wanted to make sure she was okay.”

“That was nice of you,”

“So, have you eaten lunch yet?” He asked.

Twilight’s response came from her stomach, rumbling with hunger. “Hehehe, guess not.”

“Alright, why don’t I fix us something t-urgh,” Spike was interrupted when he felt an all too familiar sensation rising in his stomach. Quickly taking a deep breath, he burped a puff of green flame, from which, a scroll appeared and fell into his hand.

“What is it?” Twilight asked as she turned around.

Spike quickly noticed the Sun Seal symbol wrapped around the scroll answered her question. “It’s from the Princess,” he said as he unraveled it. “Huh, that’s... strange.”

“What? What does it say?” Twilight asked worriedly, getting up and walking over to the drake.

“It’s from the Princess, but it’s one of my Job application fliers,” he answered. “The Princess... just hired me for a job.”

“Really?” Twilight said as she took the application from him and read it over. “Huh, it appears she needs you to help a new attendant of hers, one that’s also new to Canterlot, by showing her around the city for the day. You’re right, that is strange.”

“How did she even find out about my business?” Spike asked as he scratched his head.

“Wait, you mean you didn’t tell her about your Odd Jobs?” Twilight asked in confusion.

“No, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” he stated with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Spike,” she snapped disapprovingly.

“What? It’s just a small, part time thing, not some... multi-national conglomerate.”

“Still, don’t you think the Princess; a.k.a your mother, would want to hear about something like this from you, her son?”

With another shrug of his shoulders, Twilight facepalmed herself as she groaned. Wiping her hand down her face, she glared at him. “When this little job of yours is finished, you’re going to stay and talk to your mother about this. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” spike responded in a somewhat frightened tone.

“Now hurry, don’t make the Princess wait,” she told him, shooing him off.

“But what about lunch,”

“I’m a grown mare; I can feed myself. Go!”

“Okay, okay. Jeez,” he said. With that discussion over, Spike hurried downstairs to send one of his response forms and prepared to tackle his latest job. After sending his response, Spike made sure he looked presentable to play tour guide, took a deep, calming breath, exhaled slowly, prepared himself, mentally, for what he was sure to be a somewhat awkward matter, since he knew his mom would want to discuss this sooner or later, and took off through a torrent of green flames.

Canterlot Castle

Inside the throne room, the Solar diarch sat atop her throne, reading the response, “please place this response on floor and stand back”. Following the instructions, Celestia tossed the note away, allowing it to float to the base of the steps to the throne. A short moment later, right where the paper landed, a pillar of green flames erupted. The flames quickly dissipated and, where the small note once was, Spike now stood, with his chest puffed out and a professional smile on his face. “Good evening, I am Spike, of Spike’s Odd Jobs, where no job is too odd,” he spoke with pride and professionalism. Spike’s air of pride was instantly deflated upon the sound of Celestia’s giggling, or rather, her attempt to stifle her laughter behind her hand. “I try to keep things civil and then you go and mock me, is that it, mom?”

“I’m sorry, dear, you know I mean nothing by it,” Celestia said, finally getting herself under control. “You just look so cute with that little... performance.”

“So, despite the laughter, I’m guessing you’re kinda... mad at me, huh?” Spike said as he scratched his head.

“Now why would you think that?” She asked with a raised brow and slight tilt of her head.

“Well, I know I didn’t tell you about my business, but I didn’t mean anything by it, I just didn’t think it was a big deal.” He tried to explain himself.

“Oh, Spike,” she scoffed as she rose from her throne and descended down the stairs. “I can assure you, I am not angry with you; a little hurt that you didn’t seem fit to inform me, even when your business started becoming so successful, but it’s understandable. We both have rather demanding jobs that take up our time.”

“Yeah, I guess we do,” he chuckled a little. “But I gotta ask, why did you fill out one of my applications? If you needed my help with something, all you needed to do was ask.”

“Come now, dear, what kind of mother would I be if I didn’t support my son’s endeavors,” she asked when she finally reached him, giving him a motherly smile. Knowing full well what came next, both Spike and Celestia embraced each other in a tight hug. Spike couldn’t help himself as he nuzzled his head between her buxomous chest, her warmth and scent, it was like falling into a happy memory of his youth. When they finally separated, Celestia looked down at him and placed a finger against his nose, gaining his attention. “However, that doesn’t mean that this won’t be discussed later on. After I found out about this little business of yours, my interest was piqued, and I’d like hear more about it.”

“Don’t worry, you will, I promise,” he assured her as they separated.

“Good boy,” she said, patting his head.

“So, where’s this ‘attendant’ I’m supposed to show around town?”

“Ah, yes,” Celestia said with realization as she looked passed him down toward the double door entrance. “You can come in now, dear.”

With that said, the doors were opened in a dark orange glow, revealing a lone unicorn mare. Her coat was pristine white, her eyes were pale blue, her mane was a shade of light pink with a streak of turquoise running through it. To Spike’s surprise, she was relatively tall, about his height, her figure was curvy: wide hips, narrow shoulders, long and elegant legs, nice and slender arms, and a chest that held a pair of breasts he thought could only be seen on his dear aunt Luna. She wore casual white dress shirt with a light purple dress skirt, a pair of black stockings, and black heels. The mare walked over to them, a beaming smile on her face, and stood next to Celestia, in front of Spike. “Spike, this is Gleaming Comet. Starting next week, she’ll be working here as a Castle maid. While her job mainly pertains to here in the castle, I’d like for you to give her a simple tour of the city, to get her familiar with the layout of everything, should she ever be needed to be sent out on an errand for any reason, or for her own personal matters.” Celestia explained.

“Hello, Spike, it’s very nice to meet you,” Gleaming Comet smiled as she held out her hand, which Spike took happily. “The Princess said you come highly recommended. I’m really looking forward to this little outing.”

“Yup, leave it to me. By the end of the day, you’ll be able to find your way around Canterlot blindfolded.” He assured her.

“Well, I’ll leave her in your care, Spike; I have a few meetings I have to get ready for.” Celestia chimed in.

“Right, no problem,” he smiled and gave a stern nod. “C’mon, I’ll show you around the Castle grounds to start us off.”

“Very well, lead the way,” The unicorn insisted. Spike took the lead with the young unicorn hot on his trail.

When they were gone, Celestia closed the doors and sighed heavily. With that, Celestia’s horn lit up, but not in its usual golden glow, but in a navy blue hue. In a short flash, where Celestia once stood, a disgruntled Princess Luna took her place. “Tis so unfair to leave us out of this, dear sister,” she said with a huff and puff of her cheeks. “You owe us big time, Tia.”

A Couple of Hours Later

It didn’t take too long for Spike to show Gleaming Comet around the Castle grounds. He started at the Maid’s quarters, the Guard’s quarters, the kitchen, the pantry, the garden, the training grounds, etc. Assuring him that she got the gist of the layout, Comet insisted on moving on to the rest of the city, to which Spike asked where she’d like to start. This lead them to Canterlot’s main shopping district. “So, here’s what most consider Canterlot; the Shopping center,” he stated, gesturing to all of the stores and ponies around them, carrying bags and boxes of various sizes. “You can find just about anything here.”

Spike watched as Comet took in all the sights, all bright eyed and bushy tailed. “It’s really amazing, although a lot of these places look like they cost and arm and leg to shop at.”

“Not really, only about a third of Canterlot’s populace is anything more than middle class.” Spike told her with a shrug as he glanced around, his eye catching sight of one of his favorite establishments. “For instance, that over there is my friend, Pony Jo’s donut shop,” he smiled at her, pointing to little donut shop sitting at the end of the street. “He makes the best donuts in all of Canterlot.”

“You don’t say? That actually sounds pretty tempting right about now,” she stated looking up at him. “Wanna grab a bite?”

“Well-” Spike stomach decided to answer for him as he remembered he missed lunch with Twilight a few hours ago. “Yeah, I could probably use a snack.”

The two headed down to the donut shop for quick pick me up. Once inside, they were immediately greeted by the owner, Pony Joe, ponying the counter. “Hey, Spike, long time no see.”

“Tell me about it,” the drake chuckled as the two walked over to the counter.

“So, who’s this pretty mare,” Joe asked casually, his hints not going unnoticed by Spike.

“Relax, this is Gleaming Comet, a new maid up from the castle, Princess Celestia asked me to show her around the city, so we decided to stop in for a bite.”

“Is that it?” The earth pony stallion asked with a raised brow. “We’re not gonna have an issue like before, are we?”

“That was one time,” Spike groaned, earning a look of confusion from Comet.

“What’s he talking about?” She asked, looking up at Spike.

“A few years back, during the Grand Galloping Gala, he waltzes in here eating more than two baker’s dozens of donuts and hot chocolate.” Joe answered with a smirk.

“A guy does a little emotional eating and he never hears the end of it.” Spike commented as he eyeballed Joe.

“Just sayin’,” Joe replied defensively holding up his hands. “So, what will it be?”

“I’ll have half a dozen donuts, half vanilla, half chocolate...”

“With sprinkles?” Joe intercepted.

“Naturally,” Spike assured him. “And a large hot chocolate, as hot as you can make it.”

“Got it,” Joe answered as he finished taking the order before turning to Comet, “and for the lady?”

“I’ll have a couple of begets and a hot chocolate as well, same as Spike’s.” She told him.

“Alright, you guys can take a seat and I’ll bring over your order in a minute.” Joe said as she went to work.

The two turned and looked around for an empty seat. The place wasn’t all the crowded, so they settled for an empty table off in the corner. “So, while we wait, why don’t we get to know each other?” Comet asked.

“Fine by me,” Spike shrugged nonchalantly. “So, where did you live before coming here? Since you don’t know Canterlot all that well, I’m guessing you’re not from around here?”

“No, I’m actually from Fillydelphia, but I was born in Manehattan.”

“Ah, so I’m guessing your used to big city living?” Spike added.

“Quite, but it gets rather... should I say, ‘loud’ after a time. Canterlot seems a lot more calm and steadfast than what I’m used to.” Comet admitted.

“What did you used to do before you came here, if I might be so bold?”

“I used to work as a curator at an Astronomy museum in Manehattan, then, when I moved to Fillydelphia, I simply transferred to another Museum.”

“I’m guessing you like history, then?”

“Quite so, yes.”

“Then I’m definitely curious, why move to Canterlot to become a maid?”

“Well, unfortunately Museums don’t bring in that many customers now or days. I wasn’t laid off, mind you, but I certainly needed something more financially sound, and then I heard that Canterlot was looking for a few new maids to work in that castle. I’ve always heard that you met a better class of pony here in Canterlot, and I always prefer a job that has a calm, but still hard working, environment, so I thought I’d give it a shot.”

“I can definitely vouch for that, the maids in Canterlot Castle run a pretty tight ship, it’s like clockwork, second only to the guards, of course.” Spike assured her.

“That’s nice to hear,” Comet smiled at him.

A few seconds later, Joe arrived with a tray of their food and quickly set it down in front of them. “Here you go. Need anything else?”

“Not right now, we’re good,” spike assured him.

“Alright, holler if you need me,” The stallion said as he went back behind the counter. With that said, the two started eating as they continued their conversation.

Elsewhere, down the streets from Joe’s Donut shop, Vinyl Scratch and Octavia were meandering down the street, the former carrying a couple of shopping bags and not looking happy about it. “Urgh, c’mon, Tavi, is all this necessary?”

“Hey, I told you last night you were going to clean up the messes you made,” Octavia answered sternly as she looked to the side at the white mare.

“Yeah, but we’ve been to five different stores, we’ve got cleaning supplies at home.” Vinyl whined.

“True, but none of them are strong enough to get those stains out of the couch, the floor, or my bed sheets.” The grey mare told her.

The tired DJ simply groaned aloud, while her friend continued walking, ignoring her friend’s complaining. “Can we at least stop and pick up something to eat? We’ve been out for hours and missed lunch.”

Octavia touched her finger to her chin in thought before shrugging her shoulders. “Sure, I can go for a bite about now,” she answered as she stopped to face her friend. “Where do you want to go?”

Vinyl stopped and looked around at the local eateries nearby. She wasn’t really feeling any of them until she spotted Jo’s. “I haven’t had a good donut in a while,” Vinyl said, jerking her head toward the Donut shop. “Let’s stop by Joe’s.”

“Hm, yeah I can go for a bagel,” Octavia agreed. Vinyl let out a cute squeal of glee as the two made their way down the street.

As they got inside, they saw Joe wiping down the counter. “Hey, Joe,” Vinyl greeted him.

“Hey, Vinyl, Octavia, what can I get you?” He asked happily.

“I’ll have a couple of glazed donuts and a coffee, black,” Vinyl answered.

“Yes, and I’ll have an everything bagel, with cream cheese and a cappuccino please, and make it to go.”

“Sure thing,” Joe replied as he turned and started their order. Vinyl turned her back to the counter and leaned against it, trying to relax. Her eyes scan across the other patrons enjoying their meal when her eyes instantly catch sight of one purple, handsome Dragon, sitting in the corner. “No way.” Vinyl muttered as a smile worked into the corner of her face. “Hey, Tavi, look,” she whispered, nudging her friend with her elbow.

“What? What is it?” Octavia said pushing the white mare’s elbow from her side.

“Look, over there in the corner,” Vinyl said, her eyes never leaving her target.

Octavia turned and followed the DJ’s vision until her eyes fell upon Spike, sitting at a table in the corner of the room, completely oblivious to them. She put her hand to her mouth, muffling her gasp. “Spike, what’s he doing back in Canterlot?”

“Don’t know, why don’t you ask the mare sittin’ across from him?” Vinyl said, eyeing the pink haired mare sitting with him.

“Think he’s on another of his Odd Jobs or just on a... a date?” Octavia said with a tinge of worry and a raised brow, before both Spike and his ‘marefriend’ started laughing.

“Let’s find out,” Vinyl said slyly as she sauntered over to the table.

Spike and Gleaming Comet both managed to stifle their laughter. “Okay, I think that’s enough about me,” Comet said as she looked over at him. “Tell me a little about yourself, Spike.”

“Okay, well I-”

“Hey~, Spike. What’s up?” Vinyl said as she suddenly dropped into Spike’s lap, draping her arms around his neck, gazing at him, affectionately.

“Vinyl?!” Spike stated in utter shock.

“Hello, Spike,” Octavia greeted him as she joined them.

“Hey, Tavi,” he greeted her. “What are you girls doing here?”

“We were about to ask you the same thing,” Vinyl replied, running her finger slowly and sultry down his neck to his chest. “We had a lot of fun last night, but you said you had to go back home to Ponyville, and yet here you are, back in Canterlot with another mare. You certainly move fast, don’tcha, lover boy.” She said with lidded eyes.

“Well, actually, I...” Spike chuckled nervously.

Gleaming Comet watched silently as Vinyl continued to poke and prod at Spike, making him nervous. Hm, didn’t expect this. She thought to herself. I don’t know the white mare, but if I remember correctly, the gray one is Octavia Philharmonic, Spike’s old Cellist teacher. This is getting interesting.

“Vinyl, please stop, we’re in public.” Octavia pleaded.

“Oh c’mon, Tavi, relax, didn’t you learn anything from last night. Maybe Spike needs to take another crack at you.”

“Vinyl!” Octavia snapped as her cheeks burned red with embarrassment.

Okay, this is definitely interesting, Comet thought, her curiosity now more than piqued. “Oh, and just who are these lovely young mares,” Comet asked politely.

“Oh, Gleaming Comet, this is Vinyl Scratch,” spike answered, gesturing to the mare in his lap, “and Octavia Philharmonic,” he finished gesturing to the mare standing behind him. “Vinyl, Tavi, this is Gleaming Comet, she just moved here and got hired as a new maid up in the castle, so Princess Celestia hired me to be her tour guide for the day.”

“Hello, nice to meet you,” Comet greeted them, holding her hand out.

“Likewise,” Octavia replied, shaking her hand, before turning her attention back to Spike. “Sorry to bother you like this, Spike, we just stopped in for a bite before heading home and Vinyl spotted you.”

“Yeah, Tavi’s been dragging me all over town looking for super strong cleaning products to clean up the... you know?”

“Ah, that,” he said with realization. “If you want, I could stop by and help clean it up when I’m done, it’s the least I could do.”

“Really!?” Vinyl exclaimed happily.

“No,” Octavia stated sternly as she grabbed Vinyl by her ear and pulling her off Spike’s lap.

“Owowowowow,” Vinyl repeated as Octavia pulled her to her feet and away from Spike.

“Vinyl needs to learn to clean up after herself and I do not believe in enabling her.” Octavia explained to Spike, but glared at Vinyl who pouted and folded her arms like a child being punished.

“Girls, your order’s ready,” Joe called out.

“Coming,” Octavia called out. “Sorry, Spike, but we have to go.”

“Aw, but I wanna stay and hang out with Spike,” Vinyl whined while Octavia pulled her away.

“Spike is busy working and can’t be bothered, let’s go,” Octavia said as she paid for and grabbed their food, ushering her friend out the door, both waving to Spike as they left.

As Spike waved back at them, Gleaming Comet was left to process the new information she just received. This can’t be right. If I’m reading these signals correctly, Spike is in a relationship with Rarity. But just last night, he slept with those two. No, that can’t be right, my Spikey is not a cheater. But if that’s not the case, then what is going on? I need some context, she thought. “They seem like a lively bunch.”

“You have no idea,” he chuckled as he took a sip of his hot chocolate.

“So, I’m guessing you have a rather... active love life?” She asked.

“You could say that. Quite active, actually.”

“Then I’m also guessing there’s nopony... special in your life... currently speaking?” She prodded.

“No, there is. She’s very special,” he answered and Comet could see that shimmer in his eyes as he spoke.

“Then, if I may, if you like this mare, why not tell her how you feel? Or have you and she simply didn’t feel the same?”

“It’s not that, it’s... kinda complicated.”

“Try me,” Comet insisted, leaning in with her ears perked up.

“Okay, but please promise you won’t tell anypony, and that this won’t end up as Castle staff gossip.” He pleaded.

She held up her hand, chest puffed up and eyes closed as she stated, “I swear by Celestia’s mane, I won’t tell a soul.”

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he teased, crossing his arms.

“What’s better than that?” She asked with a raised brow.

“A Pinkie Promise,”

“Pinkie Promise? What is that?”

“The most sacred and holiest of promises that is never to be broken. Ever.” He explained.

“What happens if I break it?”

“You don’t break a Pinkie Promise, you just... don’t.”

“Okay, how do I ‘Pinkie Promise’?” She asked.

Spike showed the mare all the motions to which she got a good giggled out of it. Spike found it rather cute and then she did the motions herself, sealing the promise. “Okay, I Pinkie Promised. Now will you tell me?”

“Alright, here’s how it goes. I met this mare named Rarity when me and my sister moved into Ponyville. She’s so sweet and beautiful. Anyway, I’ve been crushing after her for years, but she never returned my feels, however I still never gave up on her. As I got older, I then started a ‘Friends with Benefits’ kind of relationship with another one of our friends; Pinkie Pie,”

“The creator of the aforementioned ‘Pinkie Promise,’ I presume?” She inquired.

“Yes, but one night, Rarity invited me to a fancy part by one of Canterlot’s big wigs, Fancy Pants. On that night, I made my move. I really swept Rarity off her hooves, and at the end of the night, we made sweet love together.” He continued, blissfully at the memory.

Wow, just... wow, She thought before he continued.

“After that, she confessed her own feelings for me, but she still insisted I wait until I was a little older. I figured, hey, I waited this long, I can wait a little longer, and Rarity is definitely worth the wait. Although, in that moment I also started a ‘Friends with Benefits’ relationship with her. Eventually though, Pinkie Pie and Rarity found out about this and started fighting for a little bit. Nothing big, just fighting over me.”

“I bet you enjoyed that, huh?” She teased.

“Not really,” he said in a somewhat saddened tone. “I don’t like watching my friends fight, especially over something silly like me, but... eventually, they came to an agreement, and were okay about it. They just don’t like it when one or the other takes me away from them, that’s all.”

“Sounds like you have two mares that really care for you.”

“If only it were just two,” He stated as a matter-of-factly.

“Wait, there are others?” She asked skeptically.

“Well, just one other really, this farm mare named Applejack.” He answered.

Inconceivable, was the only word to pass through her mind.

“Yeah, that wasn’t one of my proudest moments either, I’ll admit.”

“What happened?”

“Well, it was one of those ‘in the right place at the wrong time’ kinda deals. You see my friends Applejack and Rainbow Dash are together, but one day, when Rainbow Dash was away on a Wonderbolt related trip, AJ was in heat, and I caught her fooling around in her barn. One thing led to another and...” Spike trailed on as he averted his eyes and scratched his head.

“Oh my,” she gasped.

“Don’t get me wrong, Applejack loves Rainbow Dash, it’s just she has a thing for a... certain part of male anatomy too. That continued on for the duration of Rainbow Dash’s trip, up and including to the day she came back.”

“She caught you?” Comet said in astonishment.

“Balls deep, yes,” he asked as she hung his head low, but then pull up his hand. “Pardon my language.”

“No problem,” she assured him. “Then what happened?”

“Exactly what you think would happen, I got my tail kicked seven ways to Sunday of next year,” he answered with a chuckle. “Luckily for me, Applejack was there because she stopped her and explained everything. After cooling off for a little bit, Dash was surprisingly okay with it... that’s after the fact that she had already finished wailing on me, but... still. After that, Dash designated me Applejack’s walking dildo, so she became another ‘Friends with Benefits’ scenario. And if that wasn’t enough, Dash often challenges me to races, her pussy being the prize, just to taunt me, knowing full well she’s faster than me.” He explained.

“But other than that, that’s about it,” he shrugged, pulling his head back up to look at her with a calm smile.

To say Comet was in shock was an understatement, but she did her best to compose herself to continue. “So, if that’s the case, then what about Vinyl and Octavia?”

“That was kind of a one night fling kinda thing. If I ever get any more jobs from them in the future, I’ll have a more definite answer for you.”

“Hm, well, Spike, I will say this, you live a rather vicarious, if not dangerous life. It’s probably safe to say, I bet a lot of stallions wish they were you right about now.” She said, calmly taking a sip of her drink.

“Please, my life would kill a lesser stallion,” he joked, going back to eating.

Unbelievable, Spike has progressed this far so fast and not just with Rarity, but Pinkie Pie and Applejack as well; Twilight doesn’t even seem to be in the running. Is it possible he’s starting to hoard females now? If so, I’m going to have to get rather proactive to try and contain the situation. Can’t let my son tread such a dangerous path lightly. She thought to herself.

The two continued their discussion while finishing their meal a lot more wholeheartedly than Spike expected after divulging such secrets, but it certainly didn’t rock the boat, so he simply went with it. After finishing their meal, Spike generously paid for it, said goodbye to Joe, and took their leave.

A Few Hours Later

Time seemed to fly by even faster than when they began. Spike showed the mare around the rest of the town, but at times, the drake couldn’t help noticed that she seemed more interested in him than Canterlot. Once in a while, she would lean up against him, lock arms with him, or even hold his hand, but only to drag him somewhere she wanted to go. Now, Spike may have scales like armor, but he wasn’t dense. Gleaming Comet was putting the moves on him, and he didn’t seem to have a problem with it.

The sun was finally setting and the young adults found themselves back at Canterlot Castle. They walked along the halls in serene silence, looking back on the day’s events. “Today was quite invigorating,” Comet said happily as she leaned in against Spike, resting her head on his shoulders. “You’re very good at your job.”

“Really?” He stated with a raised brow. “I don’t think being a tour guide is all that hard.”

“Still, you were very helpful and informative,”

“No problem, it’s what I’m here for.” He assured.

“So, what do I owe you?” She asked, looking up at him with a slight glimmer of something in her eyes.

“Excuse me?” He asked with a raised brow.

“What do I owe you, for the tour today?” She clarified.

“Oh, well the one who hired me was the Princess, so she’s technically the one that has to pay me, but in all good conscious, I don’t think I can really accept payment from her.” Spike explained, tapping his chin in thought.

“Well, if that’s the case, then I most certainly owe you some form of payment for your trouble,” she stated as that glimmer turned into a powerful lustful gaze. She then took his hand and the lead as she guided him down the halls. “And I know just what to give you.”

“Whoa, wait, where are we going?” He asked, trying to maintain his footing as her sudden tugging almost made him lose his balance.

“You’~ll see~,” she sang happily. Spike remained quiet as he let her guide him through the castle. He was quite impressed that she didn’t seem to be lost at all, and knew exactly where she was going. Huh, she learns pretty quickly, I’ll give her that. He thought to himself.

Five minutes later, she came to a halt in front of a door in the middle of the three way intersection. Comet looked around intently, like she was looking for something, but nopony or anything else was around. “Okay, the coast is clear,” she stated in a satisfactory tone.

“What do you me-argh,” Spike’s question was cut short as Comet opened the door behind them and shoved him inside. Spike landed with a thud in the dark room, the only light given to him was from the open door he came through. “No need to be so pushy.” he groaned as he stood back up. His eyes instantly scanned his surroundings. The room was wide and spacious. The wallpaper was dark blue, as if in a semblance of night, with white stars all around, actually glowing dimly in the dark. The only other thing that was really visible in the room was a massive bed with a canopy overhead, the transparent drapes hanging delicately over edges. By the wallpaper of the room alone, Spike instantly knew where he was and whose room he was in. His eyes widened, practically popping out of his head in fear. “Uh, Comet, we need to get out of here,” he told her.

He received no answer but the sound of a door closing and locking. “Now why is that?” She asked, her voice clearly dripping with lust.

Spike swallowed the huge lump in his throat as he turned around to meet Comet’s gaze. The moment Spike’s eyes met hers, he found himself locked in place. Spike’s wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking at, but as he gazed into her eyes, he felt paralyzed; like he was gazing into the eyes of some apex predator; a wild, feral huntress that was so old and powerful that she could never let her prey escape, and he was her prey. “I... I... I-hmph,” Spike’s rambling was cut short as he felt the alabaster mare’s lips meeting his.

If her powerful, soul piercing gaze wasn’t enough, her kiss was mind melting. She kissed with such fire and passion that Spike couldn’t possibly fight back, if anything, his mouth opened to welcome her tongue; an invitation her tongue gladly accepted. As her tongue sought his own, the two mingled together, not for dominance, but to simply share in each other’s taste and warmth as they explored every inch of each other’s mouths. Spike’s mind was swimming in pure bliss, so much so that he couldn’t tell how much time had passed since they started and, even more so, notice that the Unicorn had managed to herd him toward the edge of the large bed. She placed her hands on his firm chest and, with the slightest amount of pressure, pushed him back, causing him to fall onto his back on the bed.

Comet cracked a seductive, yet devious smile as she watched the Drake panting for breath. “Sw-Sweet Celestia of... Equestria,” he huffed and puffed, trying to regain his breath and senses.

That’s my name and you can wear it out all you like, Spikey, Comet thought as she giggled. After leaning forward, she placed her knees on the side of the bed at both sides of Spike’s hips. She slowly crawled up over him until her face was hovering directly above him, her mane dangling over his head, lightly tickling his muzzle. “So?” She asked.

“So...?” He repeated in confusion.

“You were going to tell me something,” She pointed out with a tilt of her head.

“I... I... I don’t know what to say except... why?” He asked, begging for clarification.

“Oh, come now, Spike, you can’t tell a girl about your sexual prowess so easily, and not except her to want sample the goods, herself. Let me tell you, it’s been a long, long, loooooooonnng time since I’ve been with anypony, and judging from your... resume, you come highly recommended.” Comet explained with a sly grin.

“Yeah, but-”

“Shhshhshh,” Comet said, placing a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Don’t worry, this will be a one-time thing, I promise. Just a little old fashion roll in the hay, and afterwards, you’ll never hear from me again. Sound good?”

“Yeah... that’s sound good.” He agreed.

“Good,” she said as she sat up on her knees, causing something to press up against the back of her skirt. She looked over her shoulder and smirked before glancing back at him. “since I don’t think your partner back here can wait much longer.” Spike’s senses finally managed to come back to him as he finally realized how hard his lower dragon was, as if trying it’s best to bust free from his shorts. “Here, let’s get more comfortable.”

With a quick flash of her horn, both the unicorn’s and drake’s clothes vanished in a pile on the floor, leaving the two completely naked. With his member suddenly free, the erect muscle jumped up and practically sandwiched itself between Comet’s plump rump cheeks. Comet shuddered slightly as she sized up his girth by touch alone. Before Spike could act, Comet quickly turned around, her face inches away from his cock while her lovely marehood hovered over Spike’s muzzle, her knees on either side of his head. Spike’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden heat coming off the mare’s glistening sex; her engorged clit already exposed and her waning lips beckoning for his attention. Spike then felt Comet’s lusciously soft tail trail around his neck, gartering his attention back to her. “Hey, how about we make this more interesting?” She asked with lidded eyes as she gently rubbed the tip of his head with her finger.

“I’m listening,” he assured her.

“Okay, if I make you cum first, I get to ride your face and cream myself all over you, but if I cum first, you get to fuck me and cum inside of me, sound fair?”

“Sounds like a win-win scenario to me,” he chuckled.

“I like the optimism, but let’s see how you feel after you lose and won’t get to enjoy my wonderfully tight pussy,” she said confidently as looked back to twitching phallus. Oh, this is going to be fun, She thought to herself.

Wanting to make the first move, Comet pulled her tongue out and began lapping at his head. The sensation of her soft wet tongue sent jolts of pleasure through the drake. He groaned as the mare swirled her tongue around the crown before quickly flicked it against the tip. Spike found himself enjoying the mare’s skills so much he almost forgot about her marehood that chose, just then, to let a drop of her own arousal fall upon his cheek. That’s right, can’t let her get too far ahead of me. He thought as he pulled his hands up to her beautiful ass cheeks, gripping them firmly in his hands before kneading and squeezing them.

Comet gave a slight moan as Spike started taking action. He groped her cheeks in circular motions, spreading her ass open to expose the tight ring hidden beneath her tail, before pushing her cheeks back together. He then moved his hands from her rump to her hips and then to her inner thighs, running his hands against her legs up toward her pussy, before running them back down her legs. The constant teasing began to wear on Comet, as her legs succumbed to Spike’s subtle techniques, causing her to lower her marehood toward his face, almost begging for his touch. Spike smirked as he took his hands from her legs and placed them at her pussy lips, pulling them open, slightly, letting a small trail of honey drip from her pot. He quickly pulled his tongue out to catch the liquid, the taste was unlike anything he’s tasted before, and seemingly hard to place.

With his curiosity piqued, he stretched his serpentine tongue toward her sex and gave it a long tender lick from base to clit, causing Comet to take in a sharp breath. Spike licked his lips, rolling the taste around his mouth. Hm, that’s certainly... different. It’s hot, but not spicy hot. More like... pure heat... if heat actually has a taste. He thought to himself before his tongue shot forth to continue pleasuring the mare.

He dragged his tongue along her outer lips before returning to dipping the tip into her waiting entrance. Not wanting to be outdone, Comet decided to up her game as she tilted her head to the side and began to lick along the side of Spike’s shaft, while keeping her left hand busy, rubbing the tip through her fingers. She bobbed her head up and down the side of his member, sucking gently before lathering the underside with her tongue.

The two continued their competitive act of teasing to see who would break into the act first, both changing their techniques, pace, and assertiveness, lasting for a good five minutes before the room was filled with nothing but their groans and moans of pleasure. While Spike’s member was dribbling pre and Comet’s pussy was dripping with liquid lust, the mare thought, My, I must say, I’m a little impressed, he’s doing surprisingly well. I could’ve gotten any lesser stallion to cum by now. I believe he’s earned the real deal.

She quickly repositioned herself above his cock and, in one fluid motion, took the head into her mouth, practically swallowing it. Spike growled as the mare didn’t give him a minutes respite when she started licking and sucking his cock, bobbing her head with gusto. Damn, she’s good, but she’s not gonna beat me that easily. Spike thought as he decided to take action. Spike pulled her lips apart before diving right into her marehood, shooting his tongue into her depths. Comet moaned feverously as Spike ran his forked tongue along her walls, while feeling her inner muscles attempt to tighten around it.

Comet increased her sucking, rolling her tongue all around his head and shaft with each bob. With each motion, she continued to take in more and more of Spike’s length until it reached the back of her throat. When she finally took the fullness of his girth, she remained still, letting it sit there, enjoying the fullness of it. Spike nearly felt himself climax then and there, but still managed to hold out. He tried getting more aggressive as well, when he then pushed his tongue deeper into her, he felt the forked tip press against the entrance of her womb. Comet let out a shriek of surprise before Spike set his tongue to assault her sacred garden with licks, pokes, and prods. Nonononono, not there! It’s been ages since I’ve been touched there. She thought frantically as she felt her womb practically opening to allow his tongue entrance.

Comet quickly felt her strength failing and acted fast, she began sucking Spike off with renewed passion. The two moaned in untold pleasure as they tried their hardest to get the other to break first, and it didn’t take much longer until they felt their respective limits being reached. I-I don’t believe it. I’m g-gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! She screamed in her mind as she refused to stop sucking.

Shit, I can’t hold on much longer, Spike groaned as smoke poured from his nose. But, I’m not done yet, there’s still one spot I haven’t played with, yet. Pulling his left hand around her legs, he reached to the top of her pussy and took her engorged clit between his index claw and thumb. Spike instantly felt the mare’s body tremble, but she still refused to stop blowing him. Spike was impressed, but he knew he had her. He continued his assaults, both external and internal, adding vigorous amounts of pressure against her womb and clit. Spike could tell by her muffled shrieks and constricting walls, that her orgasm was imminent, and his victory was at claw. At least until Comet pulled out her final trump card and began wrapping her breasts around his shaft, stroking the thick draconian member vigorously with her soft, fleshy mounds. Sweet Celestia of Equestria! He screamed in his head as he felt her forcibly pulling his orgasm from him.

Feeling his climax about to hit, Spike unleashed his final tactic as well; simultaneously pressing his thumb against her clit and shooting his tongue through her cervix, entering her womb. In doing so, the drake was rewarded by a gushing loud shriek and stream of fem cum when Comet climaxed all over his face. Deciding to take his ‘victory lap’, Spike stopped resisting and let loose his own orgasm into the Comet’s mouth. Comet remained still as she came, swallowing Spike’s own down her throat. Well played, Spikey, well played, Comet thought as she rode out her orgasm.

Spike plopped his head back against the bed and exhaled loudly, before he started chuckling. “Alright, that was close, but I definitely won.” He smiled, ear to ear.

“You most certainly did,” the mare agreed as she turned to face him, the predatory look returning to her eyes.

Spike was once again frozen by her gaze as she turned around and crawled over him, until her face was directly over his. “You have bested me, so now you can claim your reward,” she stated sultrily as she pulled herself back up, sitting up on her knees with Spike’s harden soldier still standing at attention. She took the base of his member, aiming it at his prize, and began to lower herself onto him. “And here it is, one wet, tight, hot pussy, just for you.”

And with that said, she let gravity take hold and skewered herself on Spike’s rod, right to the base. Spike couldn’t help the loud gasp that escaped him, for the instance he entered her, his body was racked with a sensation he’d never felt before. Fire. Pure unadulterated fire. As her walls constricted around him, the heat inside her flowed started to flow throughout his entire body. His muscles, nerves, heart, mind, and soul. It was all a set ablaze. It was like he was taking a bath in a volcano on the sun.

Such powerful flames stoked his own, serving to awaken the beast within. Comet looked down at him and saw his emerald eyes turn into feral slits filled with lustful fury. That’s what I wanted to see. Come now, Big boy, show Mama whatcha got, Comet thought as she smiled internally.

Spike growled as he suddenly grabbed the white mare’s waist and quickly maneuvered around the bed until he was standing up on his knees and Comet was laying on her back, her legs spread open, wide and inviting. Despite his thrashing around, the two still remained connected, and since he was in the desired position, he started pounding away like a wild beast.

Comet was moaning in delight at Spike’s rough and tumble act. While she wouldn’t object to some soft and tender loving, she wanted to see the drake at his best, and clearly, that’s what she was getting. As he was plowing away at the new maid, Spike’s eyes caught sight of her bouncing bosom and an old instinct of his kicked in. As if they had minds of their own, Spike’s hands quickly rose up and latched onto her chest, gaining a slight shriek from her. Comet was completely at the young drake’s mercy as he groped and pinched her nipples, strongly but firmly digging his claws into her soft, supple flesh. It didn’t take long before Spike dove down and began suckling on her teats, licking and suckling them like a hungry animal. She quickly wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tightly in place, letting out cries of ecstasy and joy. “Yes, Spike, that’s it! Harder! Pound me harder!” She pleaded.

Being spurred on as he was, Spike seemingly obliged as he quickly turned Comet to all fours. Not wanting to let go of her wonderful breasts, he then leaned down against her back and reached around to, once again, fill his hands with the bountiful flesh while he continued to ravage her. The young maid couldn’t hold back her cries of pleasure, nor did she want to. This was the most fun she’s had in ages, each thrust forcing its way deep inside of her. This is it. This is what I’ve been craving all this time, she sighed internally, being mounted and taken like this. It’s truly heavenly.

With his face buried in the nap of her neck, he couldn’t help but take in her luxurious scent, and before long, he started lapping his tongue against her neck and back, nipping at it, sending further shivers down her spine. Dammit, if he keeps that up, I’ll cum again, soon. It was then that she felt Spike’s member engorging and throbbing inside of her. Looks like he will, as well.

Suddenly, Spike leaned back up, pulling Comet up with him, leaning her voluptuous frame against his muscular one, while he continued to thrust uninterruptedly; and now with her front exposed, Spike’s tail circled around until the tip of his tail pressing and rubbing against her clit. The sudden sensation causing Comet to moan profusely. “Ah yes, keep it going, I’m so close!” She begged. Spike started thrusting with renewed vigor in short, but hard thrusts, causing Comet to tremble, her breathing becoming spasmodic in his grip. ”Yesyesyesyesyes, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” She screamed.

Spike grit and bared his teeth as his limit was finally breached. With one final thrust, he bottomed out inside of her as he climaxed and coated her walls with his molten seed. Feeling the searing heat of his semen inside of her finally caused her own floodgates to open as well, forcing her to scream as she creamed herself on the drake’s pelvis. With both their bodies racked in a weakening afterglow, the two fell forward onto the bed with Spike lying right on top of her. The two laid there, breathing heavily, trying to calm themselves down. When their respective orgasms finally faded, Spike rolled off Comet’s back and onto his side, his dick still half hard inside her full, sensitive pussy. “That... was... amazing.” Spike stated, speaking between breathes.

“You certainly weren’t a slouch yourself, that’s for sure,” she smiled in satisfaction, looking back at him over her shoulder, “and if it’s okay with you, can we stay like this for a little while, I’d like to rest up.”

“Fine by me, I’m kinda tired too,” he agreed as he let loose a hearty yawn. He laid his head down on the soft cushiony pillow before he soon fell asleep.

“Goodnight, Spikey,” she whispered as she scooted back closer to his chest as he draped his wing around her. Now that’s what I wanted to see, She thought as she got comfortable. The force, the thrill of pure sexual lust. I knew he had potential, but I never expected this. But still, there’s always room for improvement. His endurance, positioning and technique are all certainly high marks, but they could be higher still, especially since he's keeping his other appendage hidden. I clearly need to make some changes to further accommodate, as well as monitor his progress. But for now, some rest. I need to get out of here before he wakes up, or she comes back.

With her thoughts squared away, and her lust sated, Gleaming Comet drifted off to sleep, basking in the warm embrace of Spike’s body.

Hours Later

Spike groaned as his addled mind slowly returned to the waking world. He slowly opened his eyes, but they did him little good as the room was still dimly lit and his vision was still blurry with sleep. He let out a loud yawn as he sat up and rubbed the remnants of sleep from his visage and looked around, finding himself still in the bedroom Comet dragged him into. With his mind finally beginning to work again, he looked beside him to see that the maid in question was gone, but, in her place, sat a note that he read to himself.

Dear Spike,

Thanks for the day out on the town. I had a lot of fun, more than I’ve had in a long time. You really know how to show a girl a good time. Sorry to leave you, but I have some training to do tomorrow so it was best I go back to my own room. I wish you the best of luck with your business, as well as your... exuberant love life. Just be careful, a mare’s heart is a powerful, yet fragile thing. Don’t take it lightly, or you may regret it.

Best wishes,

Gleaming Comet

“Hm, that was nice of her. At least I got a goodbye,” he muttered to himself before a thought struck him. “Shit, I was supposed to go see mom and talk to her. If she wasn’t mad before, she’s gonna kill me, now!”

With that, Spike quickly cleaned himself up, put his clothes on, and ran out the room. He rushed through the castle halls at breakneck speed, passing and/or startling a few guards along the way. As he got close to Celestia’s chamber, he spotted Princess Luna leisurely strolling down the hall towards him. She quickly spotted him and stopped to greet him with a living smile, “greetings, dear nephew.”

“Can’ttalkauntiegottameetmom,” He responded as quickly as he could, just before he passed her, at least until he felt his body come to an abrupt stop. He looked down to see his legs still running at full speed, but his body wasn’t going anywhere. He looked back to see that the Lunar Alicorn had grabbed ahold of his tail and kept him in place.

“Calm thyself, dear nephew. There’s no need to rush,” Luna told him, but Spike’s legs refused to slow down one iota.

“Ican’tmom’swaitingformegottagobeforeshegetsseriouspissedoff,” he spoke, still in a rushed tone, but Luna understood him all the same.

“That is what we are trying to tell thou. Thine mother tasked us to find you, so as to inform you that she will not be able to speak with you.” Luna explained.

“What?” Spike said as he finally stopped dead in his tracks.

“Yes, thine mother asked us to tell you that she has had a very trying day, and feels she won’t be able to speak with you as she originally wished, and has retired for the night.” Luna elaborated.

“Oh, so I guess I’m off the hook.”

“It would appear so,” Luna giggled as she released his tail so they could fully face each other. “We believe it would be best if you returned home for the night as well. We are sure Tia will send for you when she wishes to speak with you.”

“Yeah, that would probably be for the best,” he chuckled. “I should get going. Goodnight, Auntie Luna.”

“Pardon,” Luna exclaimed, causing Spike to turn and face her. “Dydest thou forget something, dear nephew?”

Spike raised a brow in confusion when the Alicorn princess crossed her arms with a bemused expression. “Come now, Spike, We haven’t seen thee for so long. Is it too much to ask for a small show of affection?”

“Sorry, Auntie. My mind went from sixty to zero in a second, I’m still not all quiet here,” he chuckled, scratching his head before he walked over and gave the princess of the night a tender hug.

“All is forgiven, nephew,” she said happily as she kissed his forehead before they separated. “Now off with you, before fair Twilight Sparkle worries.”

“Right, I pray she hasn’t burned down the house trying to cook dinner, again.” Spike replied before turning to run. “Seeya later, Auntie.”

“Farewell,” she waved her goodbye as Spike vanished from sight. “Now, with that out of the way, time to address some more... personal matters in our bedroom.”

The Princess of the night lit up her horn as she vanished in a magical flash. She then reappeared in her dimly lit bedroom, right in front of her bed. She moved over to the side and sat down on the edge as she used her magic to pull a box from underneath and onto her lap. “Now, what are we up for, tonight,” she asked to no one in particular, opening the box to reveal a collection of pleasurable toys. “Some fun with my buzzing little friends,” she said as she pulled out a handful of small vibrator eggs. “Yes, We feel like taking things slow, this evening. The night is young.”

Luna placed the box to the floor before she fully laid herself down on her bed. “Ah, now to finally re-” Luna stopped mid sentence when she felt something wet and damp against her back. “What is this?” She asked as she sat up and move from where she once lay. She used her magic to brighten the lights in her room and found a large damp spot in the middle of her bed.

“What foolishness is this?” She snapped as she touched the spot with her hand. Some of the substance easily clung to her fingers. She brought them to her face, sniffing at it, a familiar scent filled her nostrils. “It smells like... but it can’t be,” she muttered to herself before she licked her fingers and the flavor instantly exploded in her mouth. “By Our mane! Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Luna spoke in the Royal Canterlot Voice, standing atop her bed in blind rage.

The whole castle could hear the Lunar Alicorn’s fury; even the Solar Princess as she lay in her bed, a wide smile on her face. I told you to play in your room, Lulu. That’s what you get for being a naughty little filly, Celestia thought as she snuggled into bed and went back to sleep.

Ch.4 Taking Precautions

Ch.4 Taking Precautions

It was late into the night as Spike flew through the sky, heading straight for home. He honestly hoped nothing bad happened to Twilight while he was away, though he also found himself worrying about his mom. About halfway back he could’ve sworn he heard his aunt screaming mother’s name and given Luna’s more aggressive tendencies, he was praying nothing bad had happened; though he assumed nothing had since if it did, he probably would have seen an explosion by now. It wasn’t much longer until he finally reached Ponyville and even less when he touched down in front of the treehouse that was his home. The lights were already out which meant Twilight must have gone to bed. With great ease, Spike opened the door and entered, making sure to take great care and stay quiet as to not rouse the lavender mare from her slumber. Just as he closed the door, the sound of feathery wings flapping caught his attention; he didn’t have time to wonder what it was when Twilight’s pet companion, Owlowiscious landed on his shoulder. “Oh, hey, Owlowiscious, what’s up,” Spike greeted him in a whisper.

“Woo,” the owl responded.

“You, that’s who, I’m asking you what’s up,” Spike specified.

“Woo,” the owl repeated again, much to Spike’s chagrin.

“Don’t start that,” Spike told him. “So, how was Twilight?”

“Woo,”

“Dude, seriously,” Spike deadpanned. “Anything happen? She…didn’t burn something or blow up anything?”

“Woo,” the grey avian shook his head.

“Just to be sure,” Spike walked over to the kitchen and looked around. No scorch marks. No burnt pots, pans or furniture. No scent of smoke in the air. “Yup, all’s clear.” he said with an affirmative nod before turning toward his room. “Well, I know you’re nocturnal but I’m not, so I’m headed off to bed.”

“Woo,” Owlowiscious hooted as took flight and watched Spike walk off.

“Me, going to bed,” Spike told him with a huff. “Argh forget it, goodnight.”

Owlowiscious flew up to his perch and watched Spike head down into the basement/his bedroom before settling himself in. Spike sighed heavily as he descended down the stairs and into his room. Today was a very eventful day and to his surprise, much more tiring than he thought. He was glad his mom called off their little talk, because as much as he would’ve liked to, he doubted he could stay up for much longer without passing out. With little effort, Spike tore his shirt off and tossed it haphazardly somewhere on the floor before dropping face first onto his bed. “Ah, bed, sweet bed,” he thought to himself as his body sunk into the soft cushion of his mattress. “Time to rest up, cuz tomorrow’s another day and another bit…or gem…or mare at the rate I’m going.”

That last thought brought a lecherous grin to his face as his mind flipped through all the beautiful mares that crossed his path the last few days, Pinkie and Rarity included. He was definitely on a roll. “Wait,” he quickly snapped his head up, catching himself and froze his thoughts dead in their tracks. “Can’t get too caught up in that. Can’t give in to my desires.”

He flipped himself onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. “Remember what Zecora taught you. Clear you mind. Remain calm. Purge your desires.”

After taking a few cleansing breathes, Spike found himself centered and relaxed once again. As much fun as he was having, Spike knew he couldn’t give into his baser instincts. To do so would send him down a slippery slope, the likes of which he may not come back. He had to remind himself why he did what he did, why he started his odd jobs. To help others and that’s what was most satisfying to him. With his purpose reaffirmed, a smile grew on his face once again, but not like the one he had before. This one was of pride and joy for all the work he was accomplishing with his odd jobs. It was greatly fulfilling and tomorrow, he had a chance to help sompony else who needed him.

With that thought in his mind, Spike sighed happily before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

The Next Morning

Spike, much to his surprise managed to get up just in time before Twilight. After taking a quick shower to freshen up, the young drake began his morning per usual and headed into the kitchen to make breakfast. Just when he was nearly finished, he heard the yawn of a certain purple unicorn, alerting him to her presence. “Morning, Twilight,” he greeted her, looking over his shoulder at the unicorn mare.

“Good morning,” the unicorn muttered as she stretched her arms and walked over to the table. Spike snickered a bit as he watched her take a seat, much to her confusion. “What’s so funny?”

“Nice bed head,” he replied simply.

“Hm,” Twilight reached up and felt how unkempt and messy her mane was before slumping her arms down. “Oh, yeah, my night had some…unforeseen turn of events.”

“How so?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Well, since you weren’t home I was getting ready to make myself dinner when Pinkie showed up. She came to return a book she borrowed and I asked if she wanted to stay and join me. She accepted, but asked where you were and when I told her she suggested she cook instead when apparently, one of her Pinkie senses went off and told her I would blow something up.”

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie,” he thought silently to himself.

“Anyway, she tried some of the recipes she got from the book she borrowed and they were very good, unfortunately, when we got around to desert, the dish she prepared was a tad high in sugar.”

“How high?”

“Pinkie Pie was bouncing and flying around here like a Pegasus with fireworks strapped to their back.” she answered with a deadpanned expression.

“Yikes!”

“Tell me about it,” Twilight groaned as she laid her head down on the table. “She was so hopped up she wanted to play some games and that’s what we did…for six hours. When I finally hit my limit I managed to convince Pinkie Pie to go home and then I went to bed to pass out. But the worst part is I’m still exhausted, I’m surprised I managed to come down here, though I guess I can thank the smell of your cooking for that.”

“Wow, you’re really tired, huh,” he said in a saddened tone at his weary caretaker. “Why don’t you take the day off?”

“What, I can’t do that,” she practically snapped as she straightened up in her chair to glare at him. “We have to open up the library and there’s some research I have to conduct and then there’s-”

“Twilight, relax,” Spike quickly cut her off in a stern but calming tone. “You won’t be able to do any of those things if you’re too tired to even get out of bed. You’re practically nodding off right now,” Spike said as he watched Twilight’s head slowly bobbing up and down, her eye lids clearly heaving and demanding she return to sleep, “Look, we’ll close up shop for the day, I’m sure no pony would mind and I’m sure you’re your research could wait a day.”

The lavender mare shook her head and sighed heavily. “Yes, yes I think you’re right. I’m no good like this.”

Spike turned back to the stove and quickly turned down the heat before he walked over to the weary unicorn’s side. “C’mon, let’s get you back to bed.”

Twilight didn’t even put up any resistance as Spike scooped her up in his arms and picked her up bridal style. With a slight blush on her face, she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep herself stable as he effortlessly headed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom. Once he made it and nudged the door open with his back, he walked over to her bed and used his tail to pull the covers down. As he gently placed her down, she removed her hands from around his neck and snuggled into her pillow. “Is there anything you need?” he asked as he pulled the covers up over her.

“No, no, just some peace and quiet,” she assured him with a wistful smile. “Thanks, Spike, what would I do without you?”

“Let’s pray you never have to find out, huh,” he replied with a chuckle and toothy grin. “You get some rest and I’ll go lock up.”

She nodded wearily be closing her eyes and quickly nodded off. He leaned down and planted a light kiss on her forehead before turning and taking his leave. Just as he closed the door behind him, he heard a knock before a familiar female tone called out, “Yo, anypony home!”

Spike quickly whipped his head around to see a cerulean coated Pegasus mare standing in the door way. She had a short rainbow colored mane and tail with light purple eyes. In terms of physique she was slim, but certainly muscular in all the right places. Just from looking, she didn’t have too much muscle, but just enough to say she was tough and could take on anypony who came at her. She wore tight dark blue tank top over her large bouncing chest and tight jean short shorts. “Rainbow Dash!” Spike called out in surprise.

The cyan mare looked up and smiled when she spotted her dragon friend. “Ah, there yah are, what’s up?”

Spike glided down to ground level to greet her, “Shh, you gotta keep it down, Twilight’s sleeping.”

“What, the bookworm is still asleep,” the Pegasus mare asked with a raised brow. “Jeez, talk about your turnabouts. Normally I’m still asleep by now. Don’t tell me she’s getting sloppy on sticking to her little schedules?”

“No, apparently Pinkie came over yesterday and ran her ragged and she’s exhausted,” he answered, trying to keep his voice down to just above a whisper. “I was just getting ready to close up for the day so she can rest, so what do you want?”

“Oh, I just came by looking for you actually.”

“Me, why?” he asked with a raised brow.

“A.J. sent me, Big Mac and Apple Bloom are out for the day making deliveries and I got to do some Weather Patrolling jobs around Ponyville so she’s a bit short handed today. Wanted me to stop by and see if you could head over and give her hand with her chores. Can you?”

“Sure, with Twi asleep I was going to close up shop for the day. Just let me finish up and I’ll be on my way.”

“Yup,” Dash nodded as she watched Spike go about his business. After shutting off the stove and putting away what little food he managed to prepare, Spike quickly started a note for Twilight encase she woke up before his return. The last thing he needed was for Twilight to wake up and not be know where he was. Once the note was finish, Spike quickly made his way to the main entrance where he found the cyan mare waiting for him outside. He then exited the treehouse, but not before closing and locking the door with the “Sorry, we’re closed” sign up.

“Alright, all set to go.”

“Good,” Dash said before giving a flap of her wings and taking to the sky. “Thanks for helping A.J. out.”

“No problem, it’s not like I got anything better to do,” he said with a shrug.

“Well, have fun doing choirs, but not too much fun,” she said incriminatingly.

“I think that’s up to the “Boss Lady”,” he said with a smirk.

“Hey, that’s me,”

“Not on that farm you’re not.” he chuckled.

The cyan Pegasus mere stuck her tongue at him before flying off to do her business and on that note, Spike went about starting his day and heading off toward Sweet Apple Acres.

Canterlot Castle

Back in the Kingdom capitol of Equestria, all was nice and quiet for a nice sunny morning. Princess Celestia herself sat in her large, luxurious dining hall sipping her morning coffee quietly in her favorite creamy yellow silk pink frilly trimmed bathrobe as she read the Canterlot Quarterly Newspaper at the head of the long dining table. Everything was so calm and serene it seemed as though nothing could possibly deter her calm demeanor, not even when the all-around silence was shattered when the massive double doors of the dining room entrance swung open with an audible “boom”.

“Tiiiiaaaaa!”

The solar alicorn need not look up from her paper for she already knew who was responsible. “Good morning, Lulu,” Celestia replied casually as she continued to sip her coffee and read her paper. “Did you sleep well?”

Celestia heard the distinct “ping” of a teleportation spell just as a flash appeared from behind her paper. Celestia continued to remain calm even when her paper was snatched from her hands and she was finally forced to face her enraged sister; the lunar navy blue mare’s eyes shining white hot, breathing heavily as her heaving chest nearly broke free of the black silk robe she wore around her elegant frame. “Why, Lulu, you look quite upset, is something the matter?” Celestia asked, feigning confusion.

“Don’t play cute with us, Tia,” Luna practically growled.

“Who says I’m playing,” the elder sister asked, crossing her legs and batting her eyelashes.

“Thou thinks this is funny,” Luna crushed her sister’s newspaper in her grasp. “Thou thinks it’s funny to sneak into our room and fornicate and defile our beddings with your excretions?”

“Oh, you mean like what you did in my bedroom when I specifically told you to go play with your toys in your room?” Celestia inquired.

Luna opened her mouth to rebut, but none came as realization dawned her and her eyes ceased their glowing, reverting back to normal. “Thou uh…knew?” the lunar princess asked nervously as she slowly shrunk back in fear.

“I saw you while I was Astral projecting, yes,” Celestia replied in a much sterner tone as she stood up and towered over the younger alicorn. “I told you to play in your own room and you didn’t listen. You thought you could simply change the sheets and hide the scent, but let me tell you something, little sister, even Star Swirl himself couldn’t have invented a spell strong enough to remove your scent, not from me, understand?”

The frightened lunar princess nodded feverishly. “Good,” Celestia said in a calmer tone as she took her seat once more. “Besides, you and I both know that that’s not what you’re really mad about.”

“Oh, then please, dearest sister, enlighten us to what truly vexes Us?” Luna rebutted in a more confident tone.

“What vexes you is that I took a shot at Spike in your room without you,” Celestia smiled deviously.

“Of course that’s what vexes us,” Luna practically shouted, crossing her arms and pouting like child. “Is it not proper manners to invite the pony whose dwellings you’re defiling to also take part in the debauchery that is about to transpire?”

“Not quite,” the elder sister giggled, “It’s part of the thrill, a “heat of the moment” kind of action. I can’t tell you how many times I caught a maid rolling around in my bed sheets and pleasuring themselves, or a guard picking up a piece of my underwear that I accidentally left lying around.”

“No need to tell, we can imagine the poor innocent souls who managed to catch thine eye and using every trick of seduction though knows to entice and trap them till the unfortunate pony was caught red handed and you finally pounced and took your prey, forcibly mounting them till they cried your name in nothing short of truly defined ecstasy…nghhh,” Luna said, giving off a visible shudder.

“Lulu, I know its breakfast and I like sweets as much as the next mare, but don’t you think you’re dipping rather greedily into the honey pot,” Celestia commented as her eyes held firmly to her sister’s lower region.

The lunar princess pulled herself from her vivid imagination and looked down to see that her hand had indeed ventured down and was quite deep into her “honey pot”. After pulling her fingers from herself she pulled them up to her face and saw how thoroughly soaked and saturated they were in her nectar before glaring at her smirking sister, “Well played, Tia.”

The white alicorn’s smile widened under her sister’s glare. “Very well then, sister, we are willing to let this whole debacle fade away if thou are willing to inform us in great detail as to how thine day with Spike went.” Luna suggested as she licked her fingers.

“Sounds fair,” Celestia agreed, “though you might want to sit down and get comfortable, things get heated rather quickly.”

No sooner did Celestia finish her sentence did Luna take her seat in the nearest chair, staring at her sister, bright eyed and bushy tailed. “Give no quarter, tell us everything.”

Twenty minutes later

Just as requested, Celestia made sure to relinquish every sorted detail of yesturday’s events with Spike. Luna was hooked from the start, but just as the elder sister guessed, the moment she brought up the interesting tidbit of information that was Spike’s love life, Luna was hanging by her every word. By the time she had gotten to the raunchy sex part of the story, Luna was leaning back in her chair with her legs wide open and fingers stuffed to the knuckles deep inside her. “And I swear, when we came together, it was like fireworks going off inside of me,” Celestia sighed wistfully at the memorable sensation. “Then we fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was such a sweet and tender mo…Lulu, are you listening?”

Celestia pulled herself from her tale to glance over at lunar alicorn whom was intently playing with herself, head thrown back, moaning feverishly to the sensation of her own pleasure. “Of course we’re listening, sister,” Luna said with a huff as she pulled her head back up and removed her fingers from herself. “You dost not think telling us a tale such as that would not set our nether frothing? Though it dost reignite the flames of distain we have for thee for not inviting us as well.”

“Now, now, Lulu, calm down,” Celestia said waving off her little sister’s anger, “I had no choice, I needed to properly test Spike’s prowess and access how to progress from here. While Spike has grown to be quite an impressive lay, there’s still room for improvement, especially given that he’s only operating at half capacity, if you catch my meeting.”

“So he truly has nay come to terms with his draconic nature?”

“Yes and no,” Celestia replied in an uncertain tone. “Given that it appears Spike has already begun to horde females or at the least begun to attract them to him; he’s clearly showing the telltale signs, though he doesn’t seem to realize it and if I have to guess, some of the elements are already beginning to covet him themselves as well. This is not behavior to be ignored.”

“Truly,” Luna agreed. “So, what do you intend to do?”

“Well, as his future mate I can’t leave simply leave him to his own devices,” Celestia responded, deep in thought. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to get proactive and properly guide Spike in the right direction so this ends with the best possible outcome.”

“And how will you accomplish this?”

“By making some preparations,” she replied as her horn lit up in its golden hue before a quill and blank piece of parchment appeared in her hands. “But not before sending a letter to a certain mare for some added assistance.”

Luna watched intently with an amused smile as Celestia began putting her plan into action. While she wasn’t sure what it was, she could tell from the determined gleam in her sister’s eyes that in the long run it would truly be what could be considered one of her sister’s “Grand Master Plans” which made her all the more excited.

Back in Ponyville

At Sweet Apple Acres, Spike had arrived at the entrance of the farm, just as promised. He glanced around the open field looking for his friend, but couldn’t find her anywhere in sight. “Huh, maybe she’s in the barn,” he muttered to himself as he turned toward his next destination.

He soon realized his suspicions may be right as he grew closer to the barn and heard the sound of thuds and grunting from the entrance. When he finally made it, he looked inside to find just who he was looking for. Inside the barn was see an orange mare with green, freckled cheeks and long blond hair tied up in a ponytail under a brown cowboy hat. She wore a pair of daisy dukes and a flannel shirt that was tied up under her generous bust. The orange earth pony had her back turned to him as she lifted up a couple of hefty wooden barrels and moved them to the other side of the room before Spike stepped in and knocked on the door, gaining the mare’s attention. “Spike, just the drake Ah wanted to see,” she greeted him with a bright smile.

“Hey, A.J., Dash came by, said you needed some help, so here I am,” he said with a polite shrug as he stepped forward. “So, what do you need?”

A Few Hours Later

Time seemed to fly by as Spike assisted Applejack with her many choirs; luckily enough this wasn’t his first rodeo helping out on the apple farm, though that didn’t make the work that much more near back breaking than normal, but the young drake pressed on. After bucking apples, feeding the livestock and moving some supplies around, by early afternoon, the dragon and earth mare were finished. “Aaaand done,” Spike said as he finished placing the last bale of hay on the pile in the corner of the barn. “That’s the last of it.”

Spike sighed heavily as he twirled around and fell back onto one of the stacks of hay, sitting and lounging back on it. “Hey,” he heard Applejack call out to him. He pulled his head up to see the orange mare standing in the doorway with two bottle of apple juice in hand. “All finished?”

“Yup, everything’s done,” he assured her.

“Not everythin’,” she said with a smug look on her face as she sauntered on over to him.

“What, did I forget something?” he asked in surprise.

“The last thing to do,” she said as she sat beside him and held out the bottle to her right, “is take this, kick back and relax after a hard day’s work.”

“Silly me,” he smiled softly, taking the drink from her, “How could I forget.”

The two ‘clinked’ their bottles together as they lounged back and chugged down their drinks. After a moment of silent drinking, the two decided to take a breath with a satisfied sigh. “Thanks for the help today,” Applejack said looking over at him. “Ah hope Ah didn’t pull yah away from Twilight fer too long?”

“Nah,” he said, waving off her concern, “She’s probably still asleep right now.”

“Asleep,” Applejack replied with a glance, “wha fer? It’s the middle of the day. Normally, she’d be up and about by now.”

“Yeah, she spent the day and most of the night with Pinkie, so she was pretty dead on her hooves this morning. I told her to take the day off so I put her to bed and closed up shop.”

“That’s mighty sweet of yah, sugar cube, taken care of Twilight like that,” she said, taking a swig of her drink.

“It’s my job,” he shrugged, “Can’t help it if I’m that good at it.”

This earned a light hearty chuckle from the earth mare before she draped her arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. He grunted in surprise as she pressed his head against the side of her chest, holding him there firmly, letting him take in the musky yet sweet scent of her sweat. “And hard work like that is always rewarded here at Sweet Apple Acres,” she said lustfully as she reached over with her free hand and hooked her left index finger down the front of the knot of her tied up shirt. With one quick yank of her finger, the knot came undone and her beautiful bountiful chest came spilling out before him. “So, what do yah say, care to take a bite of this apple?”

“Mmmm, how can I say no,” he replied with a cheeky smirk as his hand reached up and latched onto her left breast, gaining a hearty moan from the mare. Applejack and Spike both putting their drinks down before the young drake quickly took control and forced the orange mare onto her back as he loomed over her. “You said I could take a bite, but with all this delicious fruit before me I don’t think I could stop at that.”

“Don’t worry none there, sugar cube,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, smiling up at him. “Ah wouldn’t have offered if Ah wanted you tah stop with just a bite.”

He grinned down at her before diving down and claiming her lips with his in a heated embrace as their hot sweaty forms melted together.

Some time later

Time passed in a blur for the purple dragon as he and his earth pony friend indulged in their more carnal needs. When all was said and done, Spike was getting dressed while Applejack lounged back on the bale of hay they were fornicating on completely naked with a good amount of dragon seed and mare cum leaking from her well-fed marehood. “Hoowee, now that was relaxin’,” the orange mare sigh contently as she fanned herself with her hat. “Thanks, sugar, Ah needed that.”

“I’d say the pleasure was all mine, but I’m not that greedy,” he chuckled as he buckled his shorts. “I gotta get back and check on Twilight, you gonna be okay.”

“Yeah, Ah’ll be fine,” she said, taking deep, even breathes, “Just need to catch mah breath. You go on and take care of Twilight and thanks again.”

“No problem,” he said as he put his shirt back on. Before he left, her walked over to the tired mare and kissed on the forehead. “Take care.”

She smiled at him, sighing sweetly as she watched him leave. After closing up the barn and making his way off the property, Spike unfurled his wings and headed for home. By air, it didn’t take him as long, only a good five minutes or so before he touched down in front of the treehouse. Once he unlocked the door and made it inside he looked around and listened and it was as quiet as a graveyard. Everything seemed to be as Spike had left it which was what he wanted to see. Wanting to make sure everything was okay, Spike quickly, but quietly made his way up to Twilight’s room. When he reached the door, he slowly cracked it open and peeked inside; he took a quick glance around, but his eyes quickly honed in on the sleeping lavender mare still in her bed.

The young drake, quietly pushed the door open all the way as he crept into the room and over to the bed. Once he reached it, he saw Twilight still soundly asleep, curled up nicely under the covers. He smiled down at her, brushing a loose lock of her mane from her face; the slumbering mare wincing at the slight brush of his fingers on her cheek before smiling and murmuring incoherently in her sleep. He turned to leave and let the mare sleep, unfortunately, he didn’t seem to get three steps away before he felt that all too familiar pressure rising in his stomach. “Oh horse apples, not now,” he groaned mentally as he clamped his hand over his mouth to try and hold it in.

Luck didn’t seem to be on his side as the urge would not be deterred. Losing all restraint, Spike opened his muzzle, letting out an audible flaming belch as the scroll quickly formed and fell into his hands. Spike froze stock still, waiting for a not so pleasant reaction from Twilight. However, to his surprise, no response came; he turned around tentatively to find Twilight still sleep, though her face was crunched up in disgust. “Urgh, Spike,” she mumbled groggily, “Enough soda and sunstones, you know what that stuff do to you.”

She then turned over onto her other side, turning her back to him and going back to sleep. Spike sighed heavily in relief before heading out of the room and closing the door behind him. “Whew, that was close,” he muttered as he headed downstairs and looked at the scroll. “Talk about bad timing, now what is this about, oh, it’s a request form…from Zecora?”

Surprise and curiosity quickly stretched across his face as Spike looked over the scroll. “Hmm, so she needs some help collecting some ingredients for the day,” he muttered to himself. “Sounds pretty easy enough.”

With a slight spring in his step, Spike headed down toward his room to prepare for his next job.

Same time elsewhere

Out in the Everfree forest, a lone hut sat in one of the more remote parts of the dark forest. Inside, Ponyville’s resident herbalist patted around her living area amongst her many vials, masks and trinkets from her homeland. She checked through various urns and bags she used to store her ingredients, all with a book in hand. When she stopped and did a final once over in her book, she heard the distinct rumbling and bubbling coming from her cauldron, which sat in the center of the room. “Hmm, what is this,” she started as she walked over to the massive black kettle. She peered inside to find the dark green viscous liquid bubbling up. Before long a large bubble formed and popped up before her. The bubble soon came to eye level until it suddenly popped and a small note appeared, which she quickly caught in her hand. “Oh, that was quick,” she commented, finding it to be a reply from Spike.

She placed the parchment on the ground and stepped back and a moment later, in a burst of roaring green flames, Spike appeared with a traveler’s back pack on with his chest puffed out as he said, “Thank you for choosing Spike’s Odd Jobs, where no job is too odd.”

This seemed to get an amused smile and giggle from the zebra as she looked him over. “Tis an interesting entrance, but thank you for accepting my job request.”

“No problem,” he smiled at her, “Always glad to help. So, what’s up with this little scavenger hunt?”

“Nothing too difficult, I assure you,” she said as she walked over to a desk in the corner of the room to retrieve a piece of paper, “I merely need some extra ingredients than what you see before you.”

She walked back over to him and handed him the sheet with a number of herbs and plants listed and how much of each she needed. “Hmm, some of these won’t be easy to get. Could take a while,” he told her in an uncertain tone.

“Yes, truly I understand,” she stated as she walked over to her cauldron, “Which is why I am in need of a hand. The potion I am making takes time to brew, but those ingredients, I need them soon. I know time is at stake, but I promise I will compensate.”

Spike looked over the list and tried to calculate how long completing the list would take. “Hmm, if I put some hustle in it, I might be able to get everything in a couple hours.”

“That is acceptable, though please, do be careful,” she insisted.

“Yup,” he smiled as he turned toward the front door. “Leave it to me, this shouldn’t be too much trouble.”

Zecora gave him an affirmative nod as he took his leave and headed out into the forest. As he began to his trek, Spike reached into the side pocket of his bag to pull out the map he made of the Everfree. Since he started his tutelage under Zecora’s metaphorical wing, he had ventured out into the monster infested forest with her many a time. Throughout his ventures, she had taught him plenty of things about the areas, not just about the flora and fauna, but about some of the more dangerous animal’s territories and from all of that information, Spike had crafted himself a pretty decent and detailed map of the forest. With said map now in hand, Spike looked it over along with the list to narrow down his search radius. Just looking at a number of things on Zecora’s list, Spike knew where to find them, but they were fairly close to some dangerous territories. He knew he might be cutting it close, but he was confident he could acquire all the ingredients in the allotted amount of time if he was careful enough. “Yeah, this is doable,” he nodded assurance. “This shouldn’t be much trouble.”

Some time later

“I WAS WRONG! I WAS WRONG! I WAS SO BUCKING WRONG!!!” he shouted in utter terror. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, trailing through the thick brush of the forest as one of its resident creatures charged through trees and boulders to catch him He glanced back and saw his pursuer, a massive Timberwolf the size of a house, chasing him down with feral determination. He groaned internally and damned his luck. He knew how to navigate most of the Timberwolves territory and managed to find the plant he was looking for, unfortunately he had stumbled upon a lone Timberwolf pup that seemed to be wandering around; though that didn’t seem to be the case as no sooner did he pick the poor thing up did he find himself surrounded on all sides by a pack fully grown wooden hounds. He tried to defuse the situation by letting the pup go, but he knew that was a pipe dream since Tibmerwolves weren’t the most rational of creatures. Thankfully some training from Shinning Armor made taking on the pack pretty easy, but once they literally pulled themselves together to form that massive monster his luck quickly turned sour and now he was running in a frenzy trying to elude the beast.

As he ran he kept his eyes peeled for any open space he would use to fly, but the area around him was surrounded by highly condensed treetops. He growled in frustration until the rancid smell of Timberwolf breath was brushing against his neck. His eyes widened before he ducked just in time to hear a terrifying “snap” of the wolf’s powerful jaws where his head once was. “This thing is gaining,” he muttered in a panic as he tried to speed up. “I need some room to breathe.”

He quickly looked around, trying to find some way to get away; his eyes quickly caught sight of something and without a moment’s hesitation and veered left. The giant Timberwolf quickly skid to a stop, allowing Spike to get a good distance away before he started chasing him once again. Spike carried on through the trees and brush until he finally reached his destination and finally breached the end of the forest and into a small open field.

His respite didn’t last long as he quickly came to a stop in front of the bottom of fifty-foot-tall cliff side. He whipped himself around just as the Timberwolf came crashing through the forest, staring him down, growling viciously with glowing green drool dripping between its teeth. Spike stared down the beast before curling his fingers in a come hither motion as he goaded the monster, “Come get some.”

The monster wolf accepted the challenge and charged toward its prey while Spike stood his ground. The wolf bared down on him quickly. In a few swift motions, Spike unfurled his wings before taking a deep breath and blowing a wide spread stream of fire into the wolf’s face. The monster howled in pain as the flames showered it’s face and arms, blinded and hurt, but still not stopping its speedy advance. Spike took its momentary blindness for an opening and took the skies, reaching the top of the cliff in one powerful beat of his wings.

Barely a second later, Spike watched as the Timberwolf crashed head first into the cliff side; the resounding impact creating a slight shockwave that blew out the flames as the monster exploded in a cascade of branches, logs and twigs. Spike cringed slightly at the display, rubbing his head, “Ouch, I kinda felt that one. Well, that should keep it down for a while.”

Having finally dealt with his pursuer, Spike glided down to the top of the cliff and landed in the open space. He kneeled down and pulled off his back pack before opening it and grabbing his list. “Okay, let’s see,” he muttered to himself as he went down the list and checked what he had collected. “Got that…got that…that too…some of those…got it…got it…got it…aaaand got it…huh, that’s everything!”

He looked on in surprise as he finished taking stock and realized he finished the whole list. “Cool, Zecora’s gonna love this,” he said as he quickly closed his bag and swung it back over his back. With everything secured, Spike once again took to the skies and headed back toward Zecora’s hut.

It was a nice calming, relaxing flight as he returned to Zecora’s dwellings. After having to run from that Timberwolf, the breeze and flight gave his legs a nice bit of rest. Before long, Spike finally spotted the zebra’s hut from above and glided toward the ground. Once he landed, Spike dusted himself off as he approached the front door. He gave a quick knock on the door, calling out, “Zecora, I’m back.”

He soon heard the clopping of hooves before the zebra in question, opened the door for him. “Hmm, already finished with your task,” she inquired with a raised brow, “I didn’t think you would finish so fast.”

“How long have I been gone,” he asked as he stepped inside.

“For only an hour and a half,” she answered, closing the door behind him, “Truly not that much time has passed.”

“Cool,” he said happily as he set down the bag and opened it. “I got everything on the list, just as you requested.”

Zecora stepped around in front of him and the bag and inspected the contents. “Yes, this is most impressive. Now I can finish my brew,” she smiled at him. “And it is all thanks you.”

“Thanks, but it’s no trouble really,” he blushed a bit as Zecora took the ingredient and made her way over to her cauldron. “Sorry to ask, but mind if I relax for a bit, I’m a tad tired.”

“No need to ask, please take a seat, I insist,” she told him. “Besides, I may be in further need of your assistance.”

“Sure, but assistance with what?”

“You will see,” she said, smiling with lidded eyes, “For now, simply sit and be at ease.”

Spike couldn’t help the darker blush that covered his face; he had never once seen that look in Zecora’s eyes before. Naturally he’d be stupid and blind to not notice how sexy and voluptuous her figure was, especially her plump but firm rump, however for the sake of his training and tutelage under her, he had always looked at her as his teacher and shown her nothing short of the same respect he held for his own mother. So seeing that look on her face was a little surprising if not…unsettling. “No it’s…it’s probably just my imagination.” he thought to himself.

Spike simply sat down and crossed his legs as he watched Zecora do her thing. Zecora took her time, adding in the ingredients, stopping only once or twice to consult the book she kept close by to make sure she was following the proper procedure and methods for brewing her potion. Once what appeared to be the last ingredient was dropped into the cauldron, Zecora took a large double handed spoon and began to mix the ingredients. With strong but steady motions, Zecora mixed potion. The mystical brew soon began generation a heft vapor as it was mixed, filling the air with an interesting scent.

Zecora seemed unfazed by it, whereas Spike could smell the distinct scent of various gemstones. “Wow, whatever it is you’re making, it smells really good.” he commented, taking a good whiff of the air.

“Does it now,” she said, taking a slight smell. “I’m afraid I don’t see how, these ingredients are of a weak mix, so I don’t smell that strong a scent.”

“What are you making anyway,” Spike asked as his curiosity finally got the better of him.

“A virility potion,” she answered, pulling the spoon from the pot, “For somepony of…questionable motive.”

“A virility potion,” Spike raised in brow in confusion and curiosity. “So what, some stallion’s soldiers just aren’t marching?”

“I’m afraid I do not know the details of who is impaired, though such a theory sounds quite fair.”

“So, whoever asked you for that potion didn’t give you any specifics?”

“Sadly, no,” she answered as she went to put her book away. “Just a letter stating that a potion of these ingredients needed to be made as so.”

“So, does it work?” he asked.

“It should, were it finished,” she said turning back to him. “But to do so one more thing is needed.”

She walked over to him with a noticeable sway of her wondrous hips, causing him to freeze nearly stock still. When she reached him, that lidded lustful gaze had returned as well as the deep blush on his face. She gently took his hand in hers before turning and leading him back into her room. The zebra’s room was of moderate size, but spherical in shape; a circular window added some ambient light to the room, along with the few well-placed candles around the room. In the middle sat a large circular bed, with a sturdy headboard with a massive manitcore pelt blanket covering it. “Sit, please, I insist,” she implored as she lead in front of the bed.

Though, without giving him time to respond, she gently pushed him onto the bed. “Uh, Zecora, what’s going on?”

“In order to finish the potion there is one more thing that I need,” she said, the lustful gaze still ever-present, “and that which I require is dragon seed.”

“Dragon seed,” he asked with a raised brow as he sat up in the bed. “So you need…”

She nodded at his implication.

“From me?” he clarified.

She nodded once again before reaching behind her back, “Now, I understand that you might be hesitant, but I promise if you give me what I need, I will appreciate it.”

To emphasize her point, in one swift motion, Zecora pulled her single strapped top above her head and revealed to Spike her magnificent chest to him; her black nipples contrasting her gray coat perfectly. Spike swallowed the hard lump in his throat before his mind told him something down below hard become hard as well. “Seriously…no fooling?” he asked skeptically.

“Honest and truly,” she promised, “Give me your seed and you may have my body.”

“But why,” he asked in utter confusion. “I mean, I’m probably stupid for asking but I never thought you’d be interested in me.”

“That is not true, I have always had an interest in you,” she assured him as she walked up to him and straddled his waist, wrapping her arms around his head and pulling him into the soft blissful valley of her impressive bust. The heat in his face made his redder and Big Mac as the warmth of her chest and the beating of her heart sent his into overdrive. “As a dragon, you really a wonder, to come to me in what you thought to be your darkest blunder. To save your friends from your lustful urges, you sought a means to control yourself through personal growth and spiritual purges. You work your hardest for those that you care for which is something I respect and simply adore. I have seen many a dragon, lost to lust, greed, anger and spite, but none so loving and compassionate as you, Spike. So if you are willing to help me with my plight then I am more than willing to offer you some sensual delights.”

“Wow, thanks, Zecora,” Spike couldn’t help but blush.

“No thanks are needed of me,” she assured him, “Now, may we proceed, your dragonhood is seems to be as ready as me.”

Spike quickly remembered how hard he was, but he now realized his member was pressing firmly against her zebra bits. “Yeah, that would be best.” he nodded in agreement.

Zecora smiled down at him before gently kissing the top of his head. “It’s best I make this quick, but I promise you’re enjoy every second of it.”

With that said, the herbalist removed herself from his lap as she got down to her knees between his legs. She grasped his shorts and boxers and pulled them down, finally releasing his hardened phallus. A look a surprise glimpsed Zecora’s exotic face, but she quickly regained control of herself. “My my, I knew dragons were of fine stock, but I certainly didn’t expect to see such a wondrous cock,” she confessed as she took his shaft in hand.

“Uh, Zecora, I know this is bad timing, but I uh…forgot to mention…I’ve been running around a lot through the forest and I-eaghh,” he stammered in surprise as the zebra took a long firm but slow lock of his member from base to tip, sending a rippling shiver up his spine.

“I know, I could tell, but I assure you, I do not mind for I rather like the smell,” she said, looking at him with a slight blush of her cheeks.

As promised, Zecora wasted no time getting down to business; she took Spike’s member expertly in her hands as she began lathering it with her tongue. Spike groaned and trembled as he watched the shaman run her tongue along his member from every possible angle she could possibly reach; side to side, up and down and every other way around, Zecora made sure not a single inch of his dragon meat stick was covered in her saliva as she gave a few light moans and reveled in the heady sweaty taste of his cock. “Mmmm, such girth, such length and a wonderful taste…I think I’d like to feel it against my face,” she thought to herself. “Oh well, a pleasure for another time, right now I need him to release so as to finish this task of mine.”

With his member nice and lathered, Zecora upped her game. Giving no prior warning, Zecora straightened herself out and pressed her lips to his sensitive before taking the pointed tip into her mouth. Spike moaned as she slipped his crown into her warm oral cavern; her tongue rolling around it, licking up the steadily flowing pre with great pleasure while her lips created a tight proper seal as she suckled upon it. Spike shuddered and groaned at the zebra’s expert skill, clearly doing her best to show him that her expertise didn’t simply end at potions and herbalism. Pleasure wracked his body and worry filled his mind for he knew if he was feeling this good from her sensual assault, he probably wouldn’t stand a chance against her if she were serious.

His worries were soon made a reality as he felt her licking cease before she slowly began to take his member in deeper into her mouth. Steadily he watched as inch after inch disappeared down her maw; not a single expression of pain or discomfort appeared across her face, just lustful pride in her more intimate skills. Before long, Zecora’s muzzle was nestled against Spike’s pelvis as the entirety of his length was buried deep in her mouth and his tip pressing firmly against her throat. The sexy zebra slightly shook her head, humming to her sending, causing vibration to travel from her throat through Spike’s dick, sending a nice wave of pleasure to jolt through him. Zecora then slowly pulled her head back, the clearly sounds of sucking and slurping filling the room that were only drowned out Spike’s own cries of pleasure.

When she finally reached the tip, she stopped, if only for a second before diving back down and swallowing Spike’s dick whole again. Spike was truly at a loss for words as Zecora bobbed her head back and forth, moaning sweetly as she deepthroating him in a constant steady rhythm without mercy; her lips, tongue and throat all worked in tandem to give Spike every ounce of pleasure her mouth had to offer. Now the young dragon was confident in his endurance, but clearly Zecora’s skills made that a moot point as he could already feel the steady rise of his impending release. “Grrh, by Luna’s mane,” he growled in sheer bliss at the range of sensation assaulted his mind, the feeling in his arms growing weaker by the second. “That feels amazing, don’t stop.”

From her motion, it was hard to tell, but Spike could feel the curl of a smile on her face. “Don’t worry, Spike, I have no intention to cease for what I desire is your swift, sweet release.”

The poor defenseless dragon could no longer handle it; his diminished strength finally gave way as his arms folded, causing him to drop flat on his back, sprawled out on the bed at Zecora’s whim. The herbalist’s skillful oral ministration continued for what felt to Spike like an eternity; his member throbbing and slowly engorging, preparing for what was sure to be the best blowjob of his young life. Lucky for Spike, the sexy zebra required something other than his seed. After few more forceful bobs of her head, Zecora finally conceded and slowly removed Spike’s dick from her mouth, leaving the achingly hard phallus to the cold sting of the open air, twitching and begging for relief. Zecora took a few calming breathes that almost fell in sync with those of her young dragon lover, though she seemed to recover much quicker than him, “Forgive my abruptness, but...but I’m afraid...even I have my limits.”

“No, no, it’s fine…kinda,” he groaned, his member practically screaming at him. “I was, pretty close there though.”

“Yes you were, my throat could feel you getting bigger, I’m glad my oral techniques could give you such pleasure,” she giggled at him. “But have no worries, I don’t intend to leave you at rest for I know of your deep fondness for breasts.”

Spike’s eyes widened as he pulled his head up, just enough to see that the zebra was doing exactly what he thought she was doing. She took a breast in each hand and wrapped the mounds of flesh around his hot rod; he moaned as the sensation of her warm flesh once again encompassed his member, leaving only the head peeking through before she soon began to stroke his shaft with great earnest. Spike panted and moaned, dropping his head back onto the bed with a dopey smile on his face as Zecora once again handled his member with great skill and care; her steady rhythm alone was more than enough to get Spike’s member locked and loaded again and even though she wanted him to enjoy himself, Zecora didn’t want to drag this out for too long.

She then took the crown of his dick into her mouth once more, licking and suckling on his sensitive tip as she continued her assertive titjob. The sensual shaman never once ceased her movements, making sure than every inch of Spike’s dick was tended to and properly accommodated. She alternated her breast stroking every now and then, changing it from simple up and down motions to grinding and mashing it between her soft flesh while her tongue swirled around his tip one moment before quickly flicking it against the tip and slit and moaning for deeply for added sensation. All of this was sending Spike into sensory overload with the only real sensation he could truly register beyond the almost euphoric pleasure were the signs of his rising release. “Z-Z-Zecora,” he called out, a clear tremble in his voice. “G-Get ready…here…here it comes!”

Zecora heeded his warning, but she could clearly feel it; his member was harder than before, veins throbbing with sheer need, getting ready to unload what she required from him. She sped up her ministrations to full force, stroking and sucking with great haste. Spike made no attempt to hold back. With a powerful growl he felt his climax finally peak. Zecora shrieked a bit in surprise as shot after shot of hot dragon seed quickly coated and filled her mouth. After another moment or so the purple drake huffed and panted as his orgasm finally tampered off, leaving the elder zebra thankful as his release ad left her cheeks puffed out and her mouth completely full; the zebra’s reflex kicked in, causing her to swallow once or twice, making the contents a more manageable size.

Zecora carefully pulled Spike’s member and stood up, leaving the dragon to enjoy his post orgasmic bliss. She trotted quickly out of her room and over to the cauldron as she leaned over it and opened her mouth, letting the thick creamy substance of dragon spunk spill forth. The rick viscous fluid dripped down her tongue, filling her taste buds allowing her dispense and savor the taste to her heart’s content. “Mmmm, what a rich and strong flavor, good to know that it’s quality I’m paying for.”

When the last of Spike’s seed had finally left her mouth, Zecora straightened herself out as she closed her mouth. She then grabbed her spoon and began to mix its contents to finish her potion. She continued to mix her brew until the contents changed to a near luminous light blue color. “Ah, there, my work is complete,” she smiled, removing the spoon from the massive black kettle. “Now it’s time to give a certain dragon his treat.”

She put the spoon away and put out the fire beneath her cauldron before sauntering back over to her doorway where she found Spike exactly where she left him, blissed out on some of the best titillating fun he had ever had. “Oh Spike,” she called to him sweetly as she watched the dragon turn his head to her weakly. “You assisted me in finishing my task freeing yourself of our contracted obligation and now it is time I gave you your promised compensation.”

The zebra didn’t hesitate to follow through as she reached for her waist and removed her loincloth, revealing herself to him in full. Spike’s eyes widened, but not as fast as his deflated cock stood back up, completely erect. “No fooling, right?”

“I assure you before I was speaking in earnest and I always keep a promise.” she smiled lustfully, shaking her hips as she walked over to him. “Your seed for my body, that is what we agreed. You gave me your seed, now you may have my body,” when she reached him, she straddled his waist with his member pressing firmly against her hot, wet zebrahood, both legs on either side and her body loomed over his; her breasts hung perfectly within reach with her hands on either side of his face, trapping him where he lay, “Now do wish to keep asking questions or do you wish to fuck me?”

Author's Note

Hey, everyone, sorry for taking so long but I hope this chapter is reward enough for your patience :twilightblush: . Now, I assure you this story is not dead, I'm getting back into the swing of things finally. I'm sorry this chapter isn't longer, I intended it to be, but Zecora is proving to be a challenge for me. I love her character but her rhyming speech pattern is kinda slowing me down since I'm not the best at rhyming...period. I think I'm managing it okay, but I'd like to hear some of your opinions on it, so if you have any feel free to let me know, thanks :pinkiehappy:

Ch.5 A Promise Well Kept

Author's Note

Hey, everypony, I finally got your new chapter up. It was supposed to be longer, but that would have meant taking longer to write, and given that after the last chapter, a lot of you were a little miffed about me cutting the sex scene short I didn't want you guys to have to wait much longer. Sorry, this took so long, though, once again, Zecora's rhyming speech pattern was a challenge, but I think I did an okay job with it :twilightblush: . Anyway, hope you enjoy it :raritywink: :moustache: .

Ch.5 A Promise Well Kept

Exotic. That was always the word Spike could ever use to describe Zecora; her poise, mannerism, appearance and otherworldly charm made her the very definition of the word. Over the years as they spent more and more time together the beautiful zebra had more than grown on the young drake, she had even at times become the focus of more than one of what the young dragon could consider the most shameful of wet dreams. Wet dreams that he couldn’t help but recall as he internally rejoiced in while he lay naked in said zebra’s home, in said zebra’s bed with said zebra lying naked atop him, passionately pressing her lips against his. Both the zebra and dragon moaned feverishly into each other’s mouths as their tongue vigorously danced around one another, each of them earnestly reveling in their intimate embrace. “By Luna’s mane, this is fantastic,” he cheered in his mind. “I can’t believe it! I’m about to have sex with Zecora. Mmm, she tastes so tangy, and she smells…earthy, like a light fragrant musk, I can’t get enough of it!”

Spike’s thoughtful analysis of the zebra quickly came to a halt as he felt Zeocra rhythmically grinding her moistening zebrahood against his stiff prick. He gave a deep groan as his hands seemed to move on their own, rising behind the herbalist. In one swift, firm motion, Spike swung his hands down, causing them to make an audible 'smack' as they made contact with Zecora’s plush plot. The shaman shrieked in surprise before releasing a deep moan into the dragon’s muzzle as she felt Spike’s claws grip and dig firmly into her supple flesh. “My, my, such a firm grip. Any harder, Spike, and my flesh you may rip.” she thought, giggling internally.

Despite the fear of such a thing, Zecora knew she had nothing to be weary of. She had spent years molding and refining Spike’s mental and spiritual wellbeing. She was confident that her new draconic lover was well in control of himself and his more savage instincts, so much so that she wrapped her arms around his neck and tightly pulled herself against him driving herself into a full body grinding. Her soft, supple breasts were mashed against Spike’s chest as her hard tender nipples brushed vigorously against his soft leathery underbelly while her dripping pussy slathered its juices against Spike’s cock. A series of shudders and slight whimpers wracked her body as her sensitive love button pressed against Spike’s member; it’s hardness and heat radiating the most pleasurable of sensations through her beautiful form.

Spike’s hands then began kneading her plump ass cheeks, earning an even louder, throatier moan from the zebra. Finally feeling their lungs reaching their limits, the two broke their kiss and pulled apart in a series of huffs and pants. The zebra atop of him relinquished her hold on him, placing her hands on either side of his head as she pushed herself up to loom over him; her excessive grinding came to a halt as she panted and trembled over him. Her eyes shut tight while she tried to calm the pleasures of her mind and body to a more manageable level. Spike was able to regain his composure as he looked up at the herbalist’s rosy cheeks and heaving chest. He smiled up at her and asked, “You okay?”

“F-Forgive me for my…my lascivious behavior; it…it has been so…long since I’ve had such… a cock to savor,” she panted and stammered as she looked down at him lustfully and longingly. “My body burns and trembles from the craving of my nethers, may we proceed to more rigorous endeavors?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned up at her.

Zecora sat up straight and saddled off Spike’s prone form and over onto the bed. “Earlier it was I who took the lead, so now as promised, you may do what you will with me as you please,” she told him as she turned about on her hands and knees toward the top of the bed.

Spike sat up and watched as the sexy herbalist lowered her upper body to lay it on the bed while leaving her magnificent rump in the air, her tail lifted high, revealing her glistening sex to him. The young drake swallowed hard at the sight as he watched the succulent juices flood down from Zecora’s sweet pussy. Zecora saw the slightly lustful hunger gleaming in his eyes. “Do not hesitate,” she implored, wiggling her hips temptingly. “Please, by all means, partake.”

The purple dragon scurried up behind her with an eagerness that slightly startled the shaman, but that quickly faded as she once again felt Spike’s clawed fingers digging into her rump. He sat up behind her on his knees, gently kneading her pliable flesh while his hands kept a firm grip, letting his claws threaten to pierce her. Zecora couldn’t help but moan and coo under his grasp. Her relaxation quickly ended as a jolt of pleasure shot through her when she suddenly felt Spike’s groping cease and he swiftly spread her lower lips as wide as he could. “Now that’s a lovely sight,” he chuckled lightly to himself, staring intently into the zebra’s fully exposed sex practically winking at him.

Zecora gasped and moaned at the sensation of the cold air brushing against her most sensitive of areas; she could feel Spike’s thumbs pulling and pinning her lips apart, allowing him to see her dripping hole as visibly as he wished. She shuddered slightly in both slight embarrassment and sheer arousal of his actions. With no further coaxing needed, Spike leaned down and extended his long, serpentine tongue out towards the zebra’s glistening sex. Zecora released a sensual moan as she felt Spike’s dexterous tongue touched base; the length wet muscle was dragged slowly, but roughly between her lips, letting Spike get a good, long, savory taste of her. She shivered under him as his tongue finally ended, and Spike pulled his tongue back. “Mmm…tangy,” he hummed, letting the taste linger on his taste buds. “Definitely sweet.”

“Hm, nopony has ever referred to me as sweet,” she cooed over her shoulder at him, shaking her rump. “Don’t just sample, devour my juicy treat.”

Spike grinned broadly, loving her choice of words as he intended to do just that. He quickly moved his hands to her thighs. He parted her firm flesh and hooked his arms around them. In one swift motion, Spike leaned up straight, hauling Zecora’s lower half up off the bed, holding her pussy and magnificent ass to his face. The zebra shrieked in surprise as she was dragged along the bed; her face pressed against the bed as Spike held up her lower body close to his muzzle; his hot breath washing over her quivering lips. Before she could comment on his action, Spike did as she suggested and quickly devoured the herbalist pussy.

Zecora couldn’t help but scream in wondrous bliss as she felt Spike’s mouth latch firmly onto her mound. She moaned and shuddered as Spike’s forked tongue lapped and licked her pussy every way he knew how. He licked around her labia, between her engorged succulent lips and even prodded her entrance. All of which was sending the zebra writhing and reeling in pleasure. “You truly surprise, my sexy young ward, I have never been taken so forcefully before.” she moaned looking up at him.

“Sorry, am I being too rough?” he asked, pulling his head from her muff, his lips covered in her nectar.

“While gentle and sensual are highly desired in most mates, rough and vigorous are qualities I prefer in the males I take. So worry not of my wellbeing, be as rough as you like, for this I find most pleasing.” she purred.

Spike grinned once more, growling in excitement before diving in, pressing his muzzle firmly against the herbalist’s zebrahood. Zecora shrieked in response as she felt Spike’s lips sucking against her own as his tongue made the final plunge into her depths; the lithe serpentine appendage assaulting every single bundle of nerves it could find. Spike groaned and growled as he partook of Zecora’s juicy pussy. The zebra moaned and writhed beneath him as he explored her wanton sex, forcing him to keep a nice firm grip on her to better enjoy himself. “Oh Spike, your tongue is such a delight. It makes feel weightless like I am in flight.”

“Glad to hear, though that means you’re probably not gonna like what happens next,” he thought before giving an internal chuckle. “Or maybe you will. Let’s see.”

Taking his open opportunity, Spike removed his muzzle from Zecora’s drooling cunt, which of course, resulted in the zebra’s disapproving groan. “No, no, do not stop! I was so close, nearly set to pop,” she whined

“I know, but you said I could do as I pleased,” Spike chuckled as he licked his chops and maneuvered his hands. He brought them close to the zebra’s ample hindquarters and spread them apart, revealing her tight Blackstar. “And while I do enjoy your tasty pussy, there’s another part of you I would love to taste.”

Without further explanation, Spike leaned back in with his lithe tongue and gave a nice languid lick of her sphincter. Zecora released an audible shuddering moan as she felt Spike’s tongue run along her anus; both her juices and his saliva quickly lathered her back door, causing it to pucker at the pleasurable sensation of Spike’s tongue. Much to her delight, Zecora purred and moaned as Spike continued lavishing her anus with a flurry of licks and prods that were slowly turning her into a quivering mess. “Mmm, now this is rather new, and given your fascination with breasts I certainly didn’t expect this from you.”

“What can I say, you got a plot I just can’t resist.” he said, peppering her puckering hole with rapid flicks of his forked tongue.

“Glad to hear that you desire my rear.” Zecora moaned sweetly, letting Spike continue his sensual play. Spike continued to lap and prod her backdoor as he felt Zecora writhe and purr beneath him. Feeling her anus was nice and wet, Spike finally took the final leap and plunged his tongue into her waiting hole. Zecora gasped and moaned sweetly as she felt Spike’s lithe oral muscle wriggling through her orifice. Spike pulled his head back, stretching his tongue out so he could admire the sight of the zebra whimpering as his tongue lavished her insides. “How’s that, Zecora?”

“It…I-It ooh, it feels…s-splendid,” she cooed. “I…I never k-knew, aaah…a dragon’s tongue was so, mmmm…so effective.”

“If you think that’s “effective,” you haven’t seen anything yet.” he chuckled internally. With some newly added vigor, Spike upped his game and began swirling his tongue against her anal canal. Zecora gasped and shuddered as she felt Spike’s tongue running along every inch of her insides while her walls contracted and desperately tried to tighten around his lithe tongue, but to no avail. The zebra moaned and groaned, unabated, her body simply giving into the new blissful sensation coursing through her. Spike held firmly to her thighs, and kept her glorious ass cheeks spread open; his claws digging into her pliable flesh, though his efforts to keep her still weren’t entirely necessary as Zecora bent her legs back, pushing his head forward, trying to force him between her cheeks.

“Oh Spike, your…your tongue so s-skillful and unique,” she stammered, her breathing apparently becoming more and more ragged. “Oooh, keep up t-this pace, and, nnngh…and soon I’ll find s-sweet release.”

“Is that right,” Spike teased her. “Are you gonna cum while I lick your ass?”

“Yes…Yes, I-I-m, aaah... going to cum, so hard my…my legs m-may go numb.” she replied, moaning sweetly.

“Well, don’t hold back on my account,” he told her. The young drake then sent his tongue into a frenzy; swirling, lashing, and thrashing around the herbalist insides. Zecora screamed and shrieked at the ever-changing sensations of pleasure that assaulted her back door. Spike couldn’t help but be amazed by how Zecora’s anus tried it’s hardest to constrict around his tongue as his wet muscle ravaged it, leaving not a single inch untouched. By the sounds of Zecora’s heightening cries of pleasure, she was indeed getting close. “That’s it, Zecora, go ahead, enjoy your first anal orgasm.”

“Aaah, yes I will…I will enjoy it...aah, and…and to think it’s from s-something so, mmm...in-indecent,” she cooed. “Ohh, here it comes, Spike, I-I can no longer hold back such salacious delight.”

A short moment later Zecora’s back arches as she screamed and her climax finally struck home. Spike flinch in surprise as her zebrahood unleashed a steady stream of her juices in his face. He moaned as his extended tongue caught a good portion of it and the taste while his chin and chest receive the rest. The herbalist’s body shook and trembled in his grasp, moaning and gasping as she tried to catch her breath. Spike loosened his grip on her legs as she slowly lowered her body back down onto the bed to give her a chance to recuperate. “Hmmm, my goodness,” she moaned deeply, her body still slightly trembling as she began to calm down. “Such intensity and delight, who knew pleasures could come from such a place.”

“You liked it that much, huh,” Spike chuckled.

“Like, I’m afraid is too lowly a term, now for your dick, my rump deeply yearns.” she teases, shaking her flanks at him tantalizingly.

“R-Really, you wanna give anal a try,” he asked, taken aback by her proposal.

“Just a taste of such pleasure isn’t enough to quench my appetite,” she said, straightening her posture, holding her knees together as she pushed her ass up toward him before pulling her hands back and spreading her luscious cheeks apart. “So, please, pierce this flesh of mine, I certainly wouldn’t mind giving you my first time.”

Spike didn’t need to be told twice as his hard on grew to painful levels of anxious excitement. He wasted no time, getting into position behind her, replacing the herbalist’s hands with his own, allowing her to pull them forward and brace herself. Spike held her cheeks open, eyeing his already lubed target winking at him expectantly. His dick twitched and throbbed in sheer need to enter the zebra’s backdoor. He took his phallus and pressed it firmly against Zecora’s puckering hole, listening to her hiss pleasantly at the alien intrusion that began to flow through her. Not wanting to keep her waiting, Spike put some added force and slowly inserted his phallus. The herbalist moaned and shuddered as she felt her anus being spread wide open; her fingers digging into the blanket as she bit her lip, trying to keep herself from crying out in pleasure.

The young drake groaned as he continued driving his member deeper into Zecora’s anal canal; her warm tight orifice widened and clenched around him, doing its best to both welcome him and keep him inside. Once he finally bottomed out, Zecora gasped in exhilaration. “My goodness, I never thought I could feel such fullness.”

“And I never thought I’d fuck something so tight,” Spike growled lustfully. His claws dug fiercely into his plump cheeks, earning a pleasant purring from the zebra as her anus gave his dick a nice firm squeeze. “Damn, Zecora, your ass feels amazing.”

“I know, now start thrusting, as nice as it feels, my ass needs a pounding.” she replied with a sexy leer.

A devilish grin spread from ear to ear on Spike’s face, as an exhilarating growl escaped his throat. Spike slowly withdrew his member, causing Zecora to whine as she felt his member scraping against her insides. Once only the tip remained, Spike gave a strong hard thrust, burying his member deeply inside the zebra. Zecora couldn’t possibly hold back her cry of pleasured surprise. Having Spike spear her ass so forcefully sent such a strong jolt through her system, she gripped the sheets tightly in her hands as her body trembled slightly. “Wow, Zecora, did you just cum from one thrust?” Spike asked in awe and amusement.

“A-A little…I must confess,” she admitted, “so please continue, don’t let me rest, give my ass your absolute best.”

Hearing such a declaration, Spike could no longer hold back. He pulled his member back once more before driving home with such dominant force Zecora could not contain her voice. The young drake worked himself into a steady rhythm that certainly sent the bed rocking beneath them. Spike groaned as he watched the zebra’s wonderfully plump ass quake and shook when their hips collided Zecora moaned and shrieked as Spike forcefully went to work on her; she easily felt her mind turning to mush as her draconic lover skewered and spread her virgin anus wider and wider with each thrust. “Sweet Celestia of Equestria, anal may be the best sex I've had, ever,” she thought to herself.

Between the force of Spike’s feral pounding and the euphoric pleasure surging through her, the sexy herbalist quickly felt the strength in her arms leave her. Before she knew it, her arms gave way beneath her as her upper body collapsed onto the bed; she rested on her forearms, her face slacken in lustful bliss while her hips did their best to move in time with Spike’s thrusting. Spike couldn’t believe how great Zecora’s ass felt. Whether it was how wide she spread as he pulled out or how tightly she gripped him as he entered, her warm wet ass was the best. As he gazed down at her prone, sensual form, his eyes instantly honed in on her best feature; her gorgeous rump, jiggling as he pounded away at it. His claws dug deeply into her flesh, earning a loud whimper from the zebra. “Sorry, Zecora, but I can’t resist,” he thought to himself, giving his chops a light lick.

With no warning, Spike removed his right hand from her cheek; he then raised it up and as swift as a whip, he smacked the whole of his palm down against Zecora’s plot, groaning as the loud crack caused her already a tight hole to grip him fiercely. The zebra shrieked in surprise at the unexpected slap. However, it quickly devolved into a salacious moan as the pain melted into a pleasurable sting. “Oooh, such a delightful pain, it makes me shudder, by all means, let’s have another.” Zecora cooed as she looked over her shoulder and lightly shook her rump.

Spike continued his rigorous thrusting before he once again raised his right hand and once again spanked the zebra’s striped rear. The audible smacking sounds of the impact could only be drowned out by Zecora’s cries of ecstasy, but hearing them, both drove Spike to thrust even more vigorously and spank her even harder. It wasn’t long before the black, and white pelt of Zecora’s ass began to glow a visible red under the constant assault. Not wanting the other to feel left out, Spike traded off and lifted his left hand to give it’s twice some equal treatment. “Aaah, yes, Spike, ngh, I-I’ve never…felt su-such joy, certainly not f-f-from spanking, aah, yet with each strike, it leaves my ass, hmmm and pussy aching,” Zecora declared in a shaky tone. “Oooh, Spike, my… my ass has a-a-awoken, ooh, with a p-powerful hunger, now, ugh, tear my rear asunder!”

With the flames of his desires completely stoked, Spike upped his game; he released Zecora’s right cheek before quickly gripping the base of her tail firmly, pulling the zebra toward him and burying his member as deeply as he could. Zecora gasped as she felt Spike’s member completely fill her. Her pleasurable pause didn’t last long as Spike began to work his hips back and forth in rapid succession. In a continuous series of short but hard thrust, Spike pounded away at Zecora’s succulent ass, growling in sheer excitement. The sexy herbalist shrieked and groaned under the drake’s rigorous assault. With every thrust, unbridled pleasure rocking her body practically to its core; her fingers gripped her sheets fiercely as her mouth hung open and eyes rolled up into her head in euphoric ecstasy. “O-O-Oh y-y-y-yes such…such primal v-vigor. Un-Under such a f-f-force, I…I f-fear I won’t…. last m-much longer.” she thought blissfully, quickly feeling her mind succumbing to the boundless, sensations coursing through her.

As she continued to receive Spike’s forceful thrusts, she felt rivets of her nectar running fluidly down her legs. She mewled sweetly as she felt her zebrahood convulsing and tightening along with her ass around Spike’s powerful tool. “S-Spike, please, d-do not cease, I’m…I’m almost there, bring me s-s-sweet…release!”

Spike could feel her ass tightening even harder around him, spurring him on to make her cum. He began thrusting in total abandon, burying himself to the hilt with each reentry. Zecora screamed in utter delight, feeling Spike gaping her to her absolute limit with it gripped the drake’s phallus fiercely and her pussy constricted, preparing for a beautiful climax. “Aaahh, m-my mind is going n-numb! Here i-it is, I’m going to…to cum!”

Spike gave a few more thrusts before burying himself into her ass completely, the powerful impact finally sending her over the edge. With that, Zecora cries out in primal ecstasy as she feels her nethers clench and sent her juices flying down onto her sheets and stream down her beautiful thighs. As a pool of her liquid love formed under her, Zecora’s body trembled and shook from the waves of pleasure rushing through her system. Spike inched himself back a bit, letting his throbbing dick slide effortlessly out of Zecora’s ass. Her knees finally gave out as her hips fell onto the bed. The herbalist cooed and moaned, feeling him leave her depths as her anus was left gaping wide; her muscles clenched, doing their best to close back up, but failed, much to Zeocra’s joy, “Oooh, oh S-Spike, yes, that…that was incredible.” She turned slightly to look over her shoulder at him, to see his member bulging and twitching with desperate need. “But you didn’t cum?”

“Nah, but not from lack of trying,” he chuckled, scratching his head, feeling his dick pulse and throb almost erratically.

“Well, we can’t have that, certainly not,” she told him as she pushed herself up on her arms. With some surprisingly swift, nimble motions, Zecora grabbed Spike’s hand and pulled him onto the bed while pulling herself up. As his head hit the pillows, the zebra quickly swung her legs over him and straddled his waist, “You’ve surprised me with pleasures so hot, and now I want you to cum in my plot.”

“I think I’d like that very much,” he smiles at her.

“Then I hope you don’t mind a change of roles cause now I’d like to take some control.”

“Not at all, by all means,” he smiled warmly at her.

Zecora wasted no time as she stood up on her knees before reached between her legs to take hold of his throbbing phallus. After a few gentle strokes, Zecora took great care as she lined herself up and with great ease lowered herself down onto Spike’s spire once more. A satisfying coo escaped her lips as she felt Spike filling her up once again. Once she felt her ass cheeks nestled firmly in his lap, she moaned deeply, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation. She slowly starts gyrating her hips back and forth, massaging Spike’s length and girth thoroughly. The purple drake groans earnestly, loving the herbalist ministrations. Not wanting to keep Spike waiting, Zecora raised herself up once more before dropping her hips again, impaling herself on Spike’s spire with added force.

In no time, Zecora began working her hips into a hard, steady rhythm, rising smoothly and dropping down firmly. She threw her head back, moaning and gasping as each hard thrust created a solid smacking sound of their flesh colliding, “Oh, Spike, you feel so good inside me, I can’t wait to be filled with your hot delicious seed.”

“Keep moving like that, and you won’t have to wait long,” he assured her, pulling his hands up to her sides, gently caressing her figure, “you’re so tight; I’m not sure I can last long.”

“No need to try,” she assured him, looking down at him pleadingly. “Please, paint me white inside.”

With her eagerness and encouragement, Spike could no longer restrain himself. He quickly and firmly gripped her hips before simultaneously pulling her down and thrusting his hips up, slamming himself deep to the hilt. The herbalist let out a startled shriek from his swift action before it quickly devolved into primal grunts groans from the two. “Yes, yes, pound my ass, do it hard! Do it fast!”

The young drake had no problem complying to the zebra’s pleas as he took control and start pumping his hips and moving Zecora’s in synchronized motions. He watched with great satisfaction as the shaman breasts bounced and jiggled hypnotically with each thrust. Zecora whimpered and panted in sheer delight as pleasure wracked her body. The friction of Spike’s dick sliding in and out of her anal canal, completely filling her and driving her wild; however, with her ass torn asunder and the pleasure coursing through her, she soon began feeling an irritating tingle in her nethers. She looked down between her legs to her wet, dripping lonely little pussy. Its lips fully engorged, clit hard and exposed, leaking its sweet, tangy nectar down onto Spike’s pelvis as Spike continued to thrust.

Despite being filled, with her zebrahood sitting idle, she surprising felt empty. Wanting to end the aching emptiness, Zecora quickly moved her left hand to her wanting snatch and plunged her middle and ring fingers deep inside, causing her to shudder and shriek as her fingers slid in right to the knuckles. “Whoa, didn’t expect that,” Spike chuckled in excitement. “Trying to give your pussy some lovin’?”

“Yes, t-truly, I’ve…I’ve never had both holes filled at…at o-o-once,” she replied in a shaky, pleasure filled tone, looking down as she started moving her fingers in and out of her honey pot at a desperate speed. “I must say it….it mmm, ah, is a p-p-p-plus.”

Spike couldn’t help but grin at her response as he watched her finger herself in great need while he continued to trust and pull her hips. With her left hand busy, her right soon latched onto her right breast, groping it as her fingers twisted and pulled with her tender nipple for even more sensation. Feeling pleasure and ecstasy explode assault from everywhere was sending her body into sensory overload; her ass clenching hard on Spike’s trusting dick, her pussy quivering around her fingers and her breast rolling around in her hand, it was becoming too much. She screamed and cried out in absolute bliss, not caring if all of the Everfree itself heard her. “Ah, this…this is, ngh, m-more pleasure than I’ve…I’ve ever known, ugh. Spike, h-hurry ah, please I…I need your load!”

“Then you’re gonna get it,” he grunted, feeling the all too familiar pressure rising quickly in his loins. “I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Me as well, I’m…I’m, oooh, I’m almost done,” she pleaded, her body crying for another fierce release. “Quickly, make haste! Make me cum!”

With newly acquired gusto, Spike starts thrusting with the sheer primal urge to bring the zebra over the edge as his climax grew ever closer. Zecora threw her head back as Spike pumped into her with completely abandon, her hands refusing to stop their actions a single bit as she felt each thrust bringing her closer and closer her climax, “Ah, yes yes yes, I’m so close, hurry now, make me explode!”

Spike growled as he felt himself on the precipice. He gave a few more powerful thrust until he drove himself into her ass to the hilt growling ferociously as his molten seed erupted into her. Zecora cried out as she felt Spike unload inside her, “Ah, your seed is filling me, it’s so hot in my ass, it’s making me climax, aaaaagh!”

The zebra’s back arched as she threw herself back as her most powerful orgasm of the day crashed through her; her body shook and trembled as her love juices sprayed forth against her hands and fingers, thoroughly coating them as they steady dripped down onto Spike’s waist. The drake growled as he spilled his seed inside Zecora’s tightly clenching ass. He was slightly surprised as he kept cumming for a time before his shots began to taper off. He almost feared some of it would seep through, although the thought quickly got a small chuckle from him.

Zecora shuddered almost violently as euphoric bliss jolted through her body. Spike reached to her sides and gently guided the zebra forward until she was resting against him with her head on his chest. After a few more moments, her trembling ceases as she continued to try and catch her breath. “Thank you, Spike, I needed this,” she purred looking up at him. “I never knew one could experience such raw bliss.”

“I’ve learned a lot over the years, apparently things even you didn’t know.” he chuckled.

“On that we agree, for today it is you who taught a few things to me,” she smiled sweetly at him.

“Are you gonna be okay, do you want me to stick around?” he asked.

“As much as I would like that,” she said, nuzzling his chest, “I’m afraid I have a more pressing task. I still need to finish up my potion and inform the pony who commissioned me of its completion.”

Understanding her situation, Spike leaned down and shared a quick but passionate kiss with the zebra before removing himself from her and her bed. As he dressed, Zecora lazily laid on her side, watching the young dragon with a lustful gaze. “You’ve truly grown, Spike,” she thought to herself as she felt Spike’s seed slowly oozing from her gaping anus and a slight sting ran up her spine from her pounded rear, “in ways even I didn’t fathom.”

After another moment or so, Spike was fully dressed and preparing to leave. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay? Do you need anything before I go?” he asked looking over her prone form.

“Yes, yes, no need to fret, all I need is a moment's rest.” she waved off his worries. “Now go, enjoy your day to its best.”

He smiled at her, “Alright, take care Zecora, and if you need my services again, don’t be afraid to hire me, though, I might have to charge you next time.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll have need of you again, and I’ll be more than happy to reimburse you, my skillful friend,” the zebra assured him as she curled her legs up toward her torso, flashing her freshly creamed ass and drenched pussy at him.

He gave her a toothy smirk as a puff of smoke escaped his nostrils at her insinuations. “Alright then, you take care,” he told her.

And with that, Spike made his exit and left Zecora to her own devices. Once Spike had left her home, Zecora slowly pushed herself up in her bed and stretched, making sure not to sit directly on her sore end. Once she was up, she stood up from her bed and limped into her living room toward her cauldron. She looked over her brewing potion and readily ascertained its completion. After putting out the fire beneath the pot, she quickly found and empty flask and filled it to the brim. After putting a cork in it, she grabbed a piece of parchment and quill and began writing her letter.

Your potion is complete though it was no easy feat. It took some time as mention before, but no expenses were spared creating what you asked for. While I am curious as to what you need of such a brew, I understand it is not my place to ask such questions of you. I thank you for considering me for such a task, and this concoction is yours to do with as you please, although I exercise caution as it is said to be strong and it works quite fast.

Yours truly,

Zecora

With that finished, the herbalist used a bit of her hoodoo to whisk the flask and letter away in a puff of smoke that seamlessly flew through her window toward its new owner. Finally free from her day’s commitment, the voluptuous shaman made her way back to her room and crawled into bed. Her body gave a slight shudder as her gaping orifice spilled more of Spike’s seed down her cheeks and onto her bedspread. She closed her eyes and wistfully sighed as she fell into a pleasant slumber with pleasant thoughts of her recent romp.

Ch.6 Actions and Consequences

Author's Note

Well, everyone, I know it's been a good long while, but here's the latest chapter you've all been waiting for. Sadly life has slowed writing progress down to a freaking crawl. To assuage a misunderstanding, no this story isn't dead. As hard as it is to keep up with my writing, I won't allow it. Even going as slowly as I am, I refuse to let this story die like this. I intend to try a little harder to get this out to you by making it more of a priority since it's the main story you all want to see, but I am working on a few small side projects. Mostly editing My Little Pleasure Island and a few others.

So, without further ado, please enjoy this latest chapter. I hope you like it :twilightsmile: :moustache: .

Ch.6 Actions and Consequences

Spike lively hummed to himself, soaring through the air on cloud nine. After his passionate tryst with the exotic herbalist, the young dragon trekked through the thick brush of the Everfree for a time. When he managed to find a large enough clearing, he took off into the sky and headed back for Ponyville. Despite the bit of fatigue that clung to his muscles, Spike could barely feel it as nothing, but pride and sexual satisfaction filled his very being. “I can’t believe it,” he broadly grinned to himself. “Not only did I go all the way with Zecora, but she let me do anal! Nopony has ever let me do that, not even Pinkie! Haha, how awesome! If somepony told me I’d get to plunder Zecora’s backdoor, I’d call them the biggest liar since the Flim Flam brothers.”

During the whole of his mental tirade, Spike barely managed to register the Golden Oaks library coming into view. “Hm, I’ve been out for quite a while. Actually,” he mused as he dove to the ground. “I wonder if Twi’s awake?”

With steadied ease, Spike righted himself and touched down at his front door. He slowly opened the door and entered his home. If Twilight was still asleep, he didn’t want to disturb her. “Hoo.”

“Whoa!” Spike jumped in surprise and spun around to find none other than Owlowiscious sitting atop his perch, staring down at the young drake. “Oh, dude, you nearly scared the scales off me,” Spike sighed in relief, feeling his pounding heart settle in his chest.

“Hoo.”

“You. You did,” Spike replied pointedly. “Forget it, do you know if Twilight’s still asleep?”

“Hoo.”

“Twilight.”

“Hoo.”

“You know, the only unicorn that lives here, about this high,” Spike motioned, holding his hand to a little above his shoulders. “Total bookworm. Headstrong. Doesn’t know how to go two minutes without a list or schedule. Ringing any bells, buddy?”

“…Hoo.”

“C’mon, man,” Spike groaned as he walked over to the stairway to the second floor. “I thought owls got wiser as they got older, not senile.”

“Hoo!” the owl fluffed sharply.

“Sorry, sorry, my bad didn’t mean to go there,” Spike quickly apologized. “I know you’re sensitive about your age. You’re still lookin’ good, though, just saying.”

“Hoo.” Owlowiscious hooted before turning his head and going to sleep.

With that settled, Spike made his way upstairs to his big sister’s room. He cracked the door open to peek inside. However, his eyes widened a bit in surprise as he saw Twilight sitting up in bed. “Hey, look who’s awake,” Spike chimed, as he entered the room.

The unicorn raised her arms and stretched her frame as she released a hearty yawn. “Hey,” she replied, wearily rubbing the remnants of sleep from her eyes. “I heard a shout downstairs and some hooting. Were you arguing with Owlowiscious again?”

“Sorry, he startled me is all,” Spike scratched his head in embarrassment. “So, how’re you feeling?”

“Better,” she smiled softly at him. “Very refreshed. What time is it?”

“Like, four in the afternoon, I think.”

“Four o’ clock!” Twilight balked, swinging her head over to the clock beside her bed. “I slept most of the day away!”

“Yeah, you were out like a light,” Spike chuckled. “But chill, Twi, you were exhausted. You clearly needed the rest.”

“I know, but still…” she pouted.

“C’mon, relax, sure you slept half the day, but you can still work the rest of the half.”

Twilight sighed heavily before turning to face him, “I suppose you’re right.”

“C’mon, I’ll make you some tea and food. It’ll livin’ you up,” Spike said, waving her on as he turned toward the door.

“Hm, I am pretty hungry.” Twilight pulled the covers off and pulled herself out of bed. The two descended downstairs, Twilight gently scratching the slumbering owl’s head on her way down. Once they entered the kitchen, the unicorn took a seat at the table while Spike set about preparing her meal. After letting out another deep yawn, Twilight rested her head in her hand and leaned on the table, “So, given that my day was mostly a bust, I hope yours was more productive.”

“…Pretty much,” he replied, his mind playing over his various sexual escapades. “I’ve been pretty busy while you were out.”

As Spike fixed Twilight’s food, he regaled her with the numerous activities, helping Applejack at Sweet Apple Acres, followed by doing from herbal hunting for Zecora. She was more than a little concerned when he told her about being chased by an Alpha Timberwolf but seeing he was no worse for wear, she couldn’t complain too much. By the time he was finished, Spike had finished cooking and sat at the table with his sister and served her a plate of daisy sandwiches and hay fries with some tea. “Well, all in all, I’m just glad you’re okay,” Twilight said, sipping her green tea.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he grinned. “Especially now that I got a business to run. Can’t ruin my good name if I can’t complete the job.”

“You also can’t complete the job if you get eaten,” she sarcastically retorted.

“Fair enough,” he chuckled weakly.

“That being said, I think you better go wash up,” Twilight leered at him, “you reek.”

“Really?” Spike raised a brow and his arm before giving himself a whiff.”

“Yes, you do,” Twilight practically snapped, her muzzle scrunched in disgust as she waved her hand in front of her face. “You look and smell like you’ve been running through the forest for hours.”

“I kinda was.”

“That’s my point,” she deadpanned. “You’ve been working on a farm and traipsing through the Everfree all day. You need a shower.”

“I know, but I didn’t have time to bathe when I came back from Sweet Apple Acres.”

“Well, you have time now, so go,” she gestured with a thumb over her shoulder and out of the kitchen. “Go clean yourself up.”

“Alright, alright, I’m goin’.” He groaned as he got out of his chair and headed out of the kitchen. “A shower sounds good right about now anyway.”

The dragon stretched his arms and wings as he headed down into his room. After a day of hard work and rough, delicious sex, a shower was more than well deserved.

Elsewhere

At the same time in a small mansion on the other side of Ponyville, a young bluish-gray earth pony filly sat in her room combing her mane. She hummed quietly to herself as she ran a brush through her two-toned light gray mane. The filly, violet eyes glanced over her youthful form. Her figure was slim, yet tight, the epitome of a healthy mare her age. A pair of small narrow shoulders lead down to a sizeable supple chest held securely in a frilly dark lavender bra; an asset she was rather proud of, primarily since she was noticeably more significant than her long-time bestie, Diamond Tiara. She’d never say such a thing to her friend, but she was glad to have a leg up on the pink earth pony.

Her midsection was slender and trim, which bled down to a set of shapely hips with a tight plot nestled in her seat. An elegant pair of legs sat crossed, gently swinging in time with her tune. Once she was finished brushing her long shoulder-length mane, the gray mare went about tying it up into her regular ponytail braid. With the braid set, she quickly grabbed her favorite purple scrunchy and tied it around the end. “There, all done,” she beamed at herself. “Now to get dressed, I don’t want to be late.”

The gray mare quickly stepped up to her spacious closet. After some time mulling over her options, she opted for a blue frilly short skirt and a navy-blue casual blouse. Once she gave herself a quick once over in the mirror, she was out the door and heading down the stairs. No sooner had she made it to the bottom, did she hear a familiar voice call out, “Silver Spoon, is that you?”

“Yes, Mother,” the mare replied, “I’m going to go hang out with Diamond. I’ll be back by ten.”

“Oh no, you won’t, young lady,” the older mare snapped. “Come in here, right now. We need to talk.”

Silver Spoon was undoubtedly taken aback by her mother’s harsh tone. Confused and fearful, the young earth pony followed the voice and entered the kitchen. Inside she found a dark gray earth mare standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed with an expression that certainly matched her tone. The angry mare, despite her age, looked so youthful, some might consider her Silver’s old sister. Silver had often been asked that by some of her classmates. Besides the deeper colored coat, her short white mane with a single silver streak and small, more reasonably sized chest, the two looked quick similar.

The older earth pony’s figure was taller, but thinner compared to her daughters; more compact she would say. She wore a buttoned-up white dress with a knee-length pencil skirt and a sharp pair of black square glasses perched atop her face in front of a couple of fierce dark purple eyes. This was Silver’s business savvy mother, Silver Platter.

Silver sidled up to her mother and looked up into her eyes, though with the gleam running off her glasses, it was hard to see. However, even she couldn’t make proper eye contact, the intensity easily pierced through the harsh reflections which made Silver shiver in place. “Y-Yes, Mother,” Silver replied in a shaky tone. “Y-You wished to speak to me.”

Quick as a whip, the older mare slammed her hand down on the kitchen counter, causing Silver Spoon to shriek in surprise, “No stammering. Speak clearly.”

“Yes, Mother.” Silver Spoon spoke appropriately and stood at attention. “I’m sorry. You wished to speak with me.”

“Indeed.” Silver Platter then thrust a handful of papers into her daughter’s muzzle. “Care to explain these?”

Silver took the papers from her mother and looked them over. However, she didn’t need to look them over long before her eyes widened in shock and fear. In her hands were her last three tests, all of which bore various red marks indicating numerous errors, all of which resulting in failing test scores. Silver squeaked weakly before lowering the papers to look back at her mother’s disapproving glare. “Your teacher asked for a meeting with me. Imagine my surprise to hear that my daughter has been neglecting her schoolwork. So much so that she’s failing in several subjects,” Silver Platter explained, her voice though, calm and even was filled with disappointment.

“Mother, I can explain.”

“No need. I believe I know the gist of it,” Silver Platter assured her. “You’ve been spending too much time with Diamond Tiara, and it’s affecting your schoolwork. You’ve been treading this line, and I’ve warned you numerous times. If miss Tiara is so much of a distraction, maybe I should see to it that you no longer see her.”

“Mother, please no,” Silver Spoon pleaded, beads of tears welling in her eyes. “Diamond’s my best friend. I’m sorry, about school. I’ll do better. I promise. Just give me a chance, please!”

Silence filled the room as the two stared at each other. After what seemed like forever, Silver Platter was the first to break the silence with a heavy sigh. “Very well, you have one chance to redeem yourself.” Silver Spoon smiled brightly at her mother’s leniency.

Silver Platter was called many things. Harsh. Strict. Uptight. And they were all true, even she wouldn’t refute such claims; however, Silver Spoon, despite fearing her mother’s iron fist, knew Silver Platter was tough, but always fair. If asked, she knew her mother would give her a chance to fix her mistakes and better herself. The older earth mare then reached onto the counter and turned on the stove. Before the young earth mare could inquire, she watched in confusion as her mother took a piece of parchment and burned it over the stove. After the paper went up in a puff of green flames, Silver Spoon couldn’t help but ask, “Mother, what did you just do?”

“Simple. I’m calling you a tutor.”

Silver Spoon blinked hard twice before her eyes widened, “Ehhhhhh!”

At the same time elsewhere, back at the Golden Oaks Library. “Ah, much better!” Spike took a deep breath, and an equal exhale as he exited his bathroom. Steam and hot water rolled off his glistening purple scales as he walked toward his bed with a towel tied around his waist and another hanging from his shoulders. Spike stopped in front of his bed, taking the sheet from his shoulders and vigorously rubbing it over his head. He took a few more moments to dry himself off before he spun around and dropped back down onto his bed. “Twi was right,” he sighed, “I really needed that. After everything I did today, I worked up more than a sweat.”

The dragon chuckled to himself, images of his time with Zecora returning to warm the soul. Or so he believed as an all too familiar sensation formed in his gut. Realizing what was coming, Spike took a deep breath before belching up a puff of green flames. Just as the fire swirled together, Spike quickly sat up and caught the newly arrived scroll in his hand. “Hm, now what do we have here?” He pondered as he unraveled the parchment.

Spike recognized it as one of his job forms. As his eyes trailed down the details, he couldn’t help but fixate on the name of his would-be employer. “Silver…Platter?” He mulled the name over in his mind, but nothing seemed to stand out. “Why does that name sound familiar? Oh well, guess it doesn’t matter. No rest for the weary.”

With a huff, the young drake got to his feet and set about preparing for his job. In a matter of minutes, Spike had donned a new set of clothes; a pair of business pants and a light blue buttoned-up shirt. Once he was dressed, the dragon headed up the stairs and began looking through the library for proper material. “Hey, Twi, where are the algebra and geometry books?” He called to the kitchen as he scanned the bookshelves.

“Where they should be, Section E13: Mathematics.”

“Yeah, but that was before your last re-shelving when you rearranged by subject,” he pointed out.

“Oh, right,” she groaned before she rounded the corner with her teacup in hand. “I filed them this time by subject difficulty level, so…Section G20.”

Spike moved to the proper shelf and glanced over the book spines before finding the desired object. “Ah, got it. And Equine Renaissance and Intermediate Chemistry?”

“Sections L32 and P15, respectively,” she answered, taking a sip of her tea as her brother moved about the shelves. “What do you need them for?”

“I just got a job as a tutor,” he answered simply. “My employer sent me a list of the material I need.”

“Wow, two jobs in one day,” Twilight raised a brow in surprise. “No rest for the weary, huh?”

“That’s what I said,” he chuckled, “but it’s cool. Not like I’m running through the forest or anything like that.”

“So, who hired you?”

“Somepony named Silver Platter,” he answered as he about gathering some other rudimentary subject matter.

“Silver Platter? She’s a grown mare, why would sh-oh…I see,” the lavender mare muttered to herself.

“Okay, that should be enough,” he said, holding a small stack of books in hand. “I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but I should be home before it gets too late. Anything you need before I head out?”

“No, I’m up now, so I was just gonna do some light research and note-taking. Don’t want the whole day to go to waste.”

“I’ll try to be home in time for dinner,” he said as he headed back down to the basement. “If I don’t make it by them, don’t wait up. Later.”

“Bye,” she waved to him. Just as he disappeared down the stairs, she muttered under her breath, “I hope Silver Platter doesn’t give him too much trouble. If her daughter doesn’t improve, she’ll really tear into him.”

At the same time elsewhere

“Mother, please, a tutor isn’t necessary,” Silver Spoon pleaded.

“Given the state of your grades, I don’t believe you’re in any position to make such a decision.” Silver Platter flatly stated.

“I can do the work myself!”

“From what your teacher has told me, that is not the case,” Platter leered at her daughter. “Other than improving your grades, your tutor’s presence is also required to keep you focused. Were I to leave you alone, Celestia knows what could distract you. Even worse, if Diamond comes looking for you, your tutor will make sure she does not disturb you.”

“But, Mother-”

“This is not up for discussion.” Platter firmly stated, cutting the filly off swiftly. “These are the terms of our agreement. Your tutor will assist you in improving your grades. You will not associate with Diamond until the former has been done. You will pass your next exams with flying colors. If not, you are forbidden to spend time with Diamond Tiara until I see fit! Understand?”

Under her mother’s stern indomitable will, Silver Spoon could do nothing but cower and concede. A short moment later, in a puff of smoke, a piece of parchment appeared between the two. The elder mare caught it seamlessly before unraveling it. “Wonderful, your tutor has accepted and will be here shortly.”

Silver Spoon watched as her mother leaned down and placed the note on the floor before she walked over and moved the two of them a short distance away. “Who did you hire anywhere?” Spoon asked, glancing back and forth between her mother and the note on the ground.

However, she didn’t have to wait long as the note quickly ignited in a large plum of green flames. The sudden burst certainly caused the filly to jump in surprise. Unfortunately, it wasn’t nearly as surprising as who appeared when the flames dispersed. “Hello, I’m Spike, of Spike’s Odd Jobs. Where no job is too odd!”

The purple dragon stood before the two mares with a broad professional smile and a backpack slung over his left shoulder. “S-S-Spike!?” Spoon exclaimed, her glasses nearly slipping off her muzzle as she quickly turned to look at her mother in pure shock. “He’s my tutor?”

“Oh, hey, Silver Spoon,” the dragon greeted her, clearly oblivious to her outrage. His gaze then turned upward to the slightly taller mare. He glanced back and forth between the two before it finally clicked in place. “Ah, that’s right,” he face-palmed in realization. “Silver Platter is your mom. I knew that name sounded familiar.”

He walked forward and held his hand out to the mare, and she quickly reciprocated. “Indeed. And you are the resident dragon assistant to Princess Celestia’s protégé, Twilight Sparkle. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Spike smiled politely. “So, I’m guessing Silver Spoon is the one in need of some lessons.”

“Yes, very much so.” Silver Spoon felt herself shrink as both the dragon and her mother’s eyes fell to her. “I’m afraid my daughter has fallen behind in her schoolwork. Since you came so highly recommended by various sources, I believed I’d give you both a chance to impress me. I must be leaving soon as I have a stockpile of work to get done, so before I leave, some ground rules.”

“First and foremost, Diamond Tiara is not allowed to interact with Silver Spoon under any circumstance. Seeing as she is part of the reason for Silver Spoon’s grades declining, my daughter doesn’t need any further distractions from her. Second, Silver’s grades must improve. As stated, your presence will be required until nightfall, so until then, I expect her to be hard at work. Third, upon my return home, I expect a progress report. Since I’m paying you by the hour, I’d like to know that I’m getting my money’s worth.”

“Of course.” Spike nodded firmly.

“Lastly, as an extra incentive, if Silver Spoon passes her tests at the end of the week with high marks, I’ll gladly give you a well-deserved bonus. Other than that, you have free run of the house. Sound reasonable?”

“For what you’re paying me, absolutely,” Spike chuckled. “Have no worries, Silver Spoon is in good claws.”

Silver Platter couldn’t help but give a small smile in return. She had a thing for “go-getter” type individuals. Spike appeared very confident in his ability to complete the task Silver Platter had given him, and she expected him to deliver. The mare nodded at his gusto before her gazed steeled once again as she turned to face her child. Silver Spoon quickly responded to her mother’s sudden attention of her and stood upright. “Remember what we discussed, Spoon,” Platter said sternly. “This is your chance to correct your behavior and improve on your failings. You know what’s at stake and the consequences should you fall short. There will be no second chances after this.”

“Yes, mother, I understand.”

“Good.” Silver Platter swiftly gathered her things and made her way toward the exit. However, before she passed by her daughter, the elder mare leaned down and kissed the young filly atop her head. “I’ll be back by nightfall.”

With that settled, Silver Platter left the mansion, leaving the two adolescents to their own devices.

A pregnant silence filled the room as both adolescents stood stock still. “So,” Spike spoke up, breaking the silence, “falling behind in school, huh?”

“Y-Yes,” Silver Spoon stammered, glancing around, seeming to avoid looking at Spike directly, “I’m afraid so.”

“Well, don’t sweat it,” Spike casually smiled. “These things happen, and when they do a little help never hurt anypony. So, where do you wanna get to work?”

“Oh…um…” the gray filly touched her finger to her chin in thought, “I…I suppose we could…use my room?”

“Cool, lead the way.” Spike gestured for her to lead, but when she did so, he couldn’t help but notice her body moving in a stiff and rigid motion like a machine.

He followed her out of the room and up the grand stairway to the second floor. Once again, silence took over as the dragon and filly made their way through the mansion; though the former didn’t seem to mind, mainly because he was preoccupied checking out his new surroundings. The Silver household was kept as pristine and clean as one would believe with somepony as Silver Platter running the place. Every painting hung on the walls to the small furnishings and trinkets lying around was neat, polished, and perfectly placed.

While the dragon took time to admire the décor, the filly, while seemingly ordinary externally was panicking internally. “Why?!” The same word repeatedly screamed in her mind since the purple drake’s arrival. “WhyWhyWhyWhyWhyWhy?! WHY?! Why him? Out of all the possible ponies in Ponyville? In Equestria, even!? Why did it have to be the one and only dragon in town, Spike?!”

With the mental tirade came a wave of emotions she was unprepared to deal with. Her heart raced, causing her cheeks to burn. It was a secret, one she had only told one other pony, but Silver knew the source of her reaction was because, simply put, she had a crush on Spike. It was just a little one, or so she believed at first. Years ago, when they were younger, Silver Spoon was out running an errand for her mother when she accidentally bumped into the drake. The latter was carrying far too many parcels, and the former was checking to see if she had acquired all her mother had asked of her. With neither paying attention, they haphazardly crashed into one another.

Unfortunately, in the impact, Silver’s glasses had fallen off and broke against the ground. After ascertaining the damage, to say Spike was embarrassed was putting it mildly. Realizing what had happened and knowing how poor Silver’s eyesight was, the young dragon did the only responsible thing he could think of and decided to take Silver Spoon home. The filly was very grateful and a tad bashful, to say the least. She had never gotten so close to Ponyville’s resident dragon, but from what she had heard about him, he was amiable and helpful.

So, they went, with her arms wound around his, staying close to his side, all while he carried both all of their things safely to her home. Once she was safely deposited to her mansion with her servants and her back-up pair of glasses, Spike laid down her parcels, bid her farewell, and went home. Even though it was a simple mistake, Silver was happy for Spike’s kindness. When she told her mother later that night, the mare had told her daughter to properly thank the dragon for his assistance. Unsure of how to do so, the following day she asked her dear bestie, Diamond Tiara for advice.

The pink earth filly didn’t know much about the dragon either, but anypony who was anypony knew he had a taste for gems and jewels. After much trepidation, the grey filly opted for something simple. When she arrived at the Golden Oaks library to offer her thanks, she presented the Spike with a nicely crafted amethyst. Needless to say, Spike was virtually speechless when he saw it. In a fit of sheer happiness, the young drake quickly pulled the filly into a tight embrace, repeatedly thanking her for the gem.

The resulting show of public affection caused the earth pony to blush and freeze up as her heart sped up so fast it threatened to burst from her chest. She was so stunned she didn’t even notice when Spike pulled away. Luckily Spike noticed her shock and with a few snaps of his fingers, pulled her from her surprise, although the redness in her cheeks refused to budge. Fearing further embarrassment, she blurted a quick “I need to go now!” and dashed off in speedy retreat, leaving Spike in a confused state.

When she stopped, she was huddled behind the tree, where Diamond Tiara had found her. Silver Spoon had asked the pink filly to watch from afar to give her emotional support. Naturally, the pink pony was happy to do so, but even she could not be prepared for what Silver Spoon had said next, “I…I think I like like Spike.”

Hearing that sent the pink filly in a giddy tizzy. Since then Silver Spoon had secretly pined after the drake. For so long, she had often watched him from afar. Whenever he was off hanging with the Cutie Mark Crusaders or helping any of his other friends or even just passing around town doing errands. She would often try to talk to him, but her well of courage was small and often ran dry. The most she could ever manage was to say “hi” or wave and smile at him. Diamond Tiara tried many times to help her pony up and confess to him, but it never worked out. To make matters worse, Silver Spoon knew Spike had a thing for the local fashionista, Rarity.

Despite her upbringing and poise, even the gray filly knew she could never hold a candle to the alabaster mare’s natural grace, elegance and beauty; a fact made even more apparent the way she frequently noticed how Spike would fawn and drool over the unicorn. Not being able to see a way to get closer to the dragon and feeling him so far from her reach, Silver Spoon merely opted to keep her feelings to herself, her love an unrequited secret. But now, after all this time, here she was. Here they were. Both she and Spike, in her home, heading toward her room. Forced into close proximity for the time being until her grades improved. Silver Spoon wasn’t sure whether to call this sheer luck or a terrible, terrible curse.

Once they reached her room, Spoon opened the door and bayed him to enter. As he passed the threshold, Spike took a quick survey of his surroundings. The earth filly’s room was about as big as the main room in the Golden Oaks Library; the floor was a polished stone that gave off a slight shine against the light spilling in from the two large windows that sat adjacent to the doorway. On the right side of the bed stood a large bed with two solid wood headboards; each end held a tall bedpost that extended ten feet and held a silk veil overhead. Beside the bed sat Silver Spoon’s vanity mirror and makeup station; vials ns bottles of various cosmetics and brushes filled the desk. To his left were two other doors; the one closest to him was slightly ajar and seemed to be filled with clothes, which he assumed to mean that was her closet, and he guessed the other was a bathroom.

“I-I’m afraid I…don’t have a desk to work at,” Silver Spoon announced as she entered behind him. “Is…the bed, okay? To work on?”

“Sure,” he nodded. “Whatever’s comfortable for you.”

The two made their way to the bed, and Spike sat down on the edge. Just as he took off his backpack and began to unpack, he quickly noticed, Silver Spoon remained standing; her tail flicking and fingers fidgeting anxiously. “Silver Spoon, you okay?”

“Yes!” she snapped abruptly, before quickly reining herself in, “I mean, yes, I’m…okay. Sorry.”

She then stepped forward and sat a foot and half away. Spike didn’t mind, the bed was spacious, which was good since he had brought a lot of material with him. “It’s okay,” he assured her. “I know this probably isn’t ideal and all. I doubt you want to be dealing with me, right? You probably had plans with Diamond Tiara.”

“Yes…I mean no…” Silver Spoon stammered before letting out a hefty sigh. “I mean, yes, Diamond and I had plans. Still, it is what it is. I admit, I let my grades slip, and I need to get them back up. It’s my own fault, and these are the consequences of my actions.”

Spike couldn’t help but chuckle, “My, that sounds pretty accountable of you. Which is why I’m a little surprised to hear you need the tutoring. You always struck me as a responsible pony. I figured you’d be well on top of your schoolwork.”

“Thanks,” she blushed lightly. “Normally, I am, but I’m afraid this happens every now and then. I sometimes spend much of my time with Diamond to the point that my grades suffer. I tend to notice this before it gets too bad. When it does, I knuckle down and get my grades up, so my mother doesn’t notice. Unfortunately, I didn’t this time and slipped up. So much so that some of the lessons are kinda lost on me now. My mother found out and well…here we are.”

“I understand,” Spike nodded. “Twilight’s kinda the opposite. She works so much she tends to ignore her friends sometimes. If it weren’t for me, she’d forget to eat and sleep and get natural sunlight every now and then.”

The gray filly giggled at the joke or rather, she hoped he was joking. “Though, all the same, it doesn’t hurt to get help every now and then. Don’t worry, we’ll get you back on track. I promise.” He confidently smiled at her, and the bespectacled filly felt her heart race and cheeks redden.

“Yes…thank you.”

“No sweat. So, tell, what subjects are you having trouble in?”

With that settled, the two went to work. After some time, Spike began to understand Silver Spoon’s problems. She was in some pretty advanced classes, and while she understood the basics of her courses, that’s where she started to falter, especially in mathematics and chemistry; two categories, that thanks to Twilight, Spike was actually good in. A couple hours passed at a bit of a crawl. Silver Spoon was doing her best. However, some of the work just wasn’t clicking, until finally, the filly snapped, “Argh! This is so much harder than I thought! I feel like my brain is overheating!”

The filly dropped back onto the bed, holding her head in a huff. “Yeah, I hear ya.” Spike sighed as he scratched his head, “This stuff can get pretty overwhelming fast. Want to take a little break?”

“Yes! Yes, please,” she heavily sighed.

“Cool, you rest up, and I’ll look over some of your work. See if I can’t find some other way to help ea-”

“Miss Spoon…” a voice called out.

The looked over toward the door to see a dark green mare in a maid uniform standing in the doorway. “Miss Diamond Tiara is at the door, wishing to speak with you.”

Silver Spoon groaned as she rubbed her eyes, “I knew Diamond would come over when I didn’t show up. Could you tell her I can’t come to the door?”

“I’m afraid she’s rather…adamant about not leaving until she sees you. She seems quite upset.” The maid replied calmly.

“Of course, she is,” Spoon huffed as she sat up and turned to the dragon. “Spike, I know my mother gave you specific orders not to let me see Diamond, but could I please go speak to her. Just so I can explain my situation. If I don’t, Diamond will just keep persisting till she gets her way.”

“Yeah, she will won’t she,” Spike lightly chuckled. “I know what your mom said, but I think I can overlook it…this once. Just don’t take too long.”

Silver Spoon beamed at him before she practically jumped off the bed, “Thanks, Spike. I’ll be quick!” And with that, she was out the door and speeding down the hallway.

Before long the gray filly made it to the foyer and when she reached the front door, she swung it open she found a light magenta coated earth filly standing on the other side with her back to her. The filly was the same height as Silver Spoon, but her body was the embodiment of youth; her arms and legs long and delicate allowing her to move with the practiced style and grace of her social standing. From a pair of small shoulders, her figure bled down to her moderate, yet perky bust; while not too small, they weren’t too big either, fitting her proportions perfectly. Her stomach was slim and tight, leading to her equally trim waist, hips, and firm flank. Atop her head sat her trademark tiara over her mane of light violet hair with a white streak running through it; her matching tail slowly slowing behind her.

All of her youthful beauty was wrapped in her usually highly stylish clothes; a purple top with a blue long sleeve cutoff jacket with a matching frilly purple skirt. The magenta filly turned around, glaring at Silver Spoon with puffed up cheeks, “There you are! What’s the hold-up?”

Silver Spoon shrank back at the inquisition; her ears pulled back flat against her head as she received the well-deserved ire of her best friend in all of Equestria, Diamond Tiara. “We said we’d meet up at four. I’ve been waiting for over an hour! What gives?”

“I’m sorry, Diamond,” Silver spoke sincerely as she stepped outside, closing the door behind her. “I…I got into some trouble with my mother.”

“What, why? What happened?” Diamond’s tone quickly dialed in concern. She knew as well as Silver than when Silver Platter was involved, it was something serious.

“Apparently, my grades have been slipping. I hadn’t noticed, and before I could do anything, the school informed my mother. Naturally, when she found out, she wasn’t happy. She said until my grades improve, I…can’t see you.”

“WHAT?!” Diamond shrieked in horror.

“I know, that’s why I couldn’t meet up with you,” Silver rubbed her arm. “She even hired me a tutor to make sure I do my work. He’s up in my room now.”

“He?”

“Yeah, Spike let me come downstairs so I could explain things, but I-”

“Spike,” Diamond quickly dashed forward, grabbing the gray filly, cutting her friend off. “Spike the dragon? He’s your tutor? And he’s inside your house? Inside your room, right now?”

“Y-Yeah,” Silver replied nervously. “And I need to get back so-”

“Silver, don’t you get it! Now’s your chance!”

“M-My chance. For what?”

“Don’t you get it?” Diamond pulled herself close to her friend, boring her eyes into the gray earth filly, “Spike, the guy you’ve been pining for is here at your house. You two are going to be together for long periods with nopony else around. You can finally get closer to him now!”

“T-T-That’s h-hardly t-true,” Silver stammered, feeling her face burn red as her heart raced. “The maids are home as well, so we’re not “alone.” And either way, it doesn’t matter. Everypony knows Spike has feelings for Ms. Rarity. I’ll never match up to her.”

“Silver Spoon, you listen to me.” Diamond’s face quickly turned as stern as her tone, “You’re beautiful. Okay? You’re pretty, smart, gracefully. You’re every bit of those things as Rarity Belle, but there’s one thing you have that she doesn’t.”

“What?”

“You’re younger.” Diamond smiled brightly. “Naturally, while Rarity has the beauty of “Maturity,” you have the beauty of “Youth.” I mean, why do you think Spike and Rarity haven’t gotten together? She’s much older than him, and they both know it. You and he are about the same age, so that gives you a better advantage. You can relate to him better. You can understand each other’s point of views. And now that he’s tutoring you, you can finally show just how great you really are.”

“Di, I…don’t know.” Silver apprehensively rubbed her arm. “I really don’t think Spike will e interested in me.”

“C’mon, Silvy, this is your chance,” the pink fill bore her eyes into her friend’s. “All you have to do is try. Go in there and put on the “Silver Charm” and Spike will be all over you.”

Silver whimpered, still reeling from Diamond Tiara’s encouragement. But, even more so, from the waring feeling that she was right. Silver Spoon had held these feelings in for so long, and now here she was; Spike would be with her hours at a time each day. The maids would be going about their choirs with nary a reason to disturb them. The opportunity was within her reach, all she needed to do was seize it. Taking a deep breath, the school filly’s face tightened as she steeled her nerves. “You know what? You’re right, Diamond! I don’t know if this is fate or just dumb luck. In either case, I can’t waste it. I have to take this dragon by the horns and make my feelings known!”

“That’s my girl!” Diamond quickly wrapped her arms around the grey maned filly. “Oh, I can see it know. It’ll be just like in one of those erotica novels you like to read.”

“Diamond! Shh!” Silver Spoon’s cheeks burned red as she quickly pulled back and clasped her hand over her pink friend’s mouth. “Not so loud. That’s supposed to be a secret!”

Diamond brushed Silver’s hand away in a huff, “Relax, it’s not like I told anypony you take them from your mom’s room or something.”

“Di…”

“Look,” Diamond said as cocked her hip to the side, glaring at the bespectacled earth filly, “you can either waste your time yelling at me, or you can go back in there and get your dragon. What’s it gonna be?”

Silver puffed her cheeks, pouting at Diamond’s nonchalant attitude before sighing heavily and turned to re-enter her home. However, before she took a single step forward, she quickly turned about and lunged forward and embraced her dearest friend tightly. The pink earth filly squeaked in surprise before Silver’s voice replied, “Thank you, Diamond. I’ll do my best.”

Diamond smiled softly as she returned the hug, “You’re welcome, and I know you will.”

The two separated, beaming at each other until Silver gave a firm nod and twirled around and walked back into her home. Just as the door clicked shut, Diamond tiara’s smile turned from gentile to impish. “I’ll know you’ll do your best. But you won’t be doing it alone, Silvy,” Diamond muttered as she turned and headed back into town. “Don’t worry, Diamond Tiara’s got your back.”

After a calming walk back through her domicile, Silver finally arrived back in her room. “Sorry, that took a lot longer than expected,” she apologized, closing the door behind her. “Or, maybe as long as I expected, in all honesty. It’s never easy explaining these kinds of things to Diamond. She can be a bit…dramatic.”

“Don’t have to tell me that,” Spike chuckled lightly. “No problems, though?”

“No, we came to a …understanding. She won’t bother us again. I promise.”

Silver made her way back over to the bed and sat down beside Spike, trying to relax. “So, I think I found a way to help you get better,” the dragon said, glancing at her. “Or rather, a way to motivate you to get better. How about a reward?”

“A reward?” Silver tilted her head in confusion.

“Yeah, when I was younger, and I took some lessons from my mom, I didn’t always get things right. Then, to motivate me, she promised to give me a small bag of gems if I showed improvement.”

“So, I cracked down, listened very carefully to every lessoned, and studied my tail off. When all was said and done, I had a fresh bag of gems.”

“But I am motivated,” Silver insisted. “If I don’t pass my classes mother won’t let me see Diamond again.”

“That’s more “pressure” than “motivation,”” Spike replied glancing up in thought. “You want to pass because your mother is threatening you to improve. That fear might be making it harder for you to focus and really absorb the information.”

Silver lowered her gaze, ears flattened in thought. She admitted; her mother’s warning had frightened her. While Spike’s presence certainly was a factor, she was terrified of the consequences should she fail. Maybe the fear was a putting up a mental block. “Okay, so, if I was to get a reward…,” she pondered aloud, “what would it be?”

“You tell me.”

Silver’s ear shout straight up, her eyes nearly popping out of her eyes, “What?”

“Well, your mom is offering me a bonus. That’s more than enough motivation for me,” he shrugged, looking at her. “So, how about this: if you pass your classes, I’ll treat you to something. Whatever you want.”

“Whatever you want.” The words echoed in the filly’s mind, like a whispered promise of sweet nothings. An image flashed in her head; her room dark, but bathed in the moonlight that cascaded through her open windows. The night breeze gently blowing in, sending her curtains fluttering. In the middle of it, where the light shone it’s brightest stood two figures. Immersed in the moonlight stood Spike and Silver Spoon; both bare for Luna’s moon and all the world to see, locked in each other’s embrace. Fur met scale toned muscles met soft flesh as their combined warmth protected them from the cold night.

The image of the two quickly shifted as it came. Now the two lay in bed; Spike’s muscular frame looming over her graceful figure. “Silver, you’re so beautiful,” Spike whispered gazing into her eyes.

Silver blushed, running her hands up his robust arms to his face, “And you’re so strong. Oh, Spike, I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“That makes me so happy,” he smiled. “May I?”

“Please,” she nodded swiftly, the pure joy bleeding through her eyes. “Take me. I’m all yours.”

“Silver,” he whispered. Just as Spike leaned in, closing in to take her lips with his, the image faded. “Silver? Silver?”

Silver Spoon felt herself snap back into reality, Spike looking at her with concern plastered all over her face. “Huh, oh, sorry, yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure you face seriously red?”

Silver looked over toward her vanity mirror and gaped at the sight as the fur on her face was as red as Big Macintosh’s. “Hahaha, yeah, I’m fine…suuuuuuuuper fine! My mind just kinda got away with me for a second.”

“As long as you’re sure.”

“So, about that reward,” Silver chimed in. “You said if I do well, you’ll treat me to something. Anything I want?”

“…Within reason,” he scratched the back of his head. “But, yeah, anything you want. Sound good?”

“Yes, that’s acceptable,” she nodded firmly, looking at him with newfound vigor. “I believe I’m ready to give it another go.”

“Alright, that’s the spirit,” Spike grinned. “Now, let’s take another crack at this.”

Hours Later

Hours flew by with nary an interruption. Just as Spike had surmised, the prospect of a reward indeed gave Silver Spoon the proper motivational boost she needed. While things moved slowly, the gray school filly showed some minimum progress. It wasn’t much, but it was surely a start in the right direction.

By the time night had fallen, their work had come to an end. Silver sighed heavily as she dropped back down onto the bed, “Urgh, my brain feels like it on fire.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling,” Spike chuckled, “cramming will do that to you. All in all, though, I think you’re starting to get things.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely, now that you’re getting the basics, things should go much smoother from here on out.”

“I hope so,” she groaned, sitting up to stretch her limbs. She glanced out the window and saw Celestia’s sun dipping in the sky. “Hm, looks like it’s getting late.”

“Yeah, I need to get home to cook for Twi,” Spike sighed. “We’ll pick things up tomorrow. I’ll meet you here after school.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She smiled, watching as Spike gathered his things. “Let me walk you to the door.”

Once Spike had everything packed, both dragon and pony made their way through the mansion. “I really want to thank you, Spike. I know this is just a job for you, but I appreciate the help. I’m sure there are tons of other things you’d rather be doing now.”

“Don’t sweat it,” he waved her off. “That’s why I started my odd jobs business. I like to help ponies.”

“Yes…you do. I know, Fluttershy is the kindest pony, but you…,” she smiled, “you’re the kindest dragon I know.”

“I’m the only dragon you know,” he rebutted.

“Touché,” she giggled. “Still, it is impressive that you know how to do so much.”

“Well, when you grow up with a mare that doesn’t know how to take care of anything that isn’t a book or magic related, you need to learn the things I do.”

“Sounds like you have it kinda rough.” Silver commented. “Balancing your side jobs and chores for Ms. Twilight.”

“It can be some times, but I’m pretty tough,” he grinned at her. “Years of experience. Don’t worry about me.”

Silver couldn’t help but smile back. Despite the fluttering in her chest and even though all they did was study, she was glad to have spent time with the drake. Before long, the two came to the front door. “Well, Spike, it’s been nice having you help,” she said, reaching for the door handle. “So, have a good night, and I’ll see you to…”

The filly trailed on as she opened the door to find none other than Silver Platter standing in the doorway. “Mother!”

“Oh good,” Silver Platter eyed the two as she entered, “I managed to catch you before you left. So, how did things go tonight?”

“Not bad,” Spike shrugged. “Things got a little…dicey at first. After some…talking, we came to an understanding, and then we slowly began to make some progress. We went over the basics, and she gets it now, so it’s a start.”

“Hm, I see,” she looked over to her daughter who met her gaze in turn and nodded firmly. “Good, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

The elder mare then reached into the bag and pulled out a satchel of coins. “Your first day’s pay. Thank you for your services.”

“My pleasure, ma’am,” Spike said, taking the bag of bits. “Have a good night. You too, Spoon. See you tomorrow. Remember, after school.”

“Goodnight, Spike,” she waved at him. “Have a safe trip home.”

With a wave of his own, Spike took his leave and waded into the night. Silver Platter quietly closed the door and turned toward her daughter. “So, how were things after I left?”

“Uneventful.” Silver Spoon answered evenly. “Spike and I spent most of the time studying.”

“Hmm…and, how was that,” her mother inquired. “Do you feel like he’s helping you?”

“Of course,” the filly nodded firmly. “Even though it was hard at first, Spike was very patient with me. When he noticed I wasn’t getting it right away, he slowed it down and simplified things as best he could while still going into good detail of the material.”

“Good, that’s very good.” Silver Platter nodded. “Now, did Diamond Tiara come looking for you?”

A visible shudder ran down Silver Spoon’s spine as her ears dropped down, and her gaze fell from her mother’s. “I see,” the elder mare muttered. “And what happened?”

“I…I had one of the maids explain things and sent her away,” she lied, rubbing her arm. “She wasn’t happy…to say the least.”

Silver didn’t like lying to her mother, but she didn’t want to get Spike in trouble for letting her ignore the mare’s explicit instruction. Hopefully, the business mare would buy it. Silver Platter sighed heavily and shook her head, “Of course she wasn’t. I adore the child, but I swear, he father dotes on her too much.”

“Ah, Miss, Platter, you’re home,” the emerald green maid entered the room from the kitchen. The mare respectfully bowed, “Welcome back.”

“Thank you, Meadow,” Silver Platter regarded the mare with a pleasant smile. “How is dinner coming along?”

“It will be done within the hour,” Meadow replied as she walked toward the mare of the house and took her luggage. “I have taken the liberty of drawing your bath upstairs.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Platter mused as she headed up the stairs. “If anypony needs me, I’ll be in my room.”

“Of course, Miss Platter. Enjoy yourself.” The maid bowed watching her employer ascend the till she vanished from sight before turning to the young filly of the house. “I will inform you when dinner is ready young miss.”

“Um…Meadow,” Silver Spoon quickly called out, “thank you.”

“For?”

“For not telling mother anything about Diamond.” Silver specified. “I’m not sure what you heard if any, but thank you for not informing mother of Diamond’s visit.”

“If I may be so bold, Miss Spoon…” the earth mare inquired, inciting the filly for permission.

“Please.”

“I don’t believe lying to your mother is appropriate. However, I have learned a “don’t ask, don’t tell” approach to be an acceptable middle ground,” Meadow coyly smiled at the filly.

Silver Spoon smiled back, “Thank you, I understand. I’ll try not to make a habit of it.”

The earth maid nodded firmly before making her way back into the kitchen. Silver sighed in relief as she headed back to her bedroom. Along the way, she couldn’t help but recall the day's events. Her evening certainly didn’t go as expected. Between her mother discovering the decline of her school work to being tutored by the very same dragon she had a major crush on, today was most definitely a rollercoaster experience. “At least today is over,” she pondered once she arrived at her bedroom door. “Tomorrow should be easier now that I know what to expect. Yup, no more surprises tonight.”

No sooner as she twisted the knob and opened the door, did her eyes nearly pop from her skull to who she found sitting on her bed. “It’s about time you got back. I was worried I’d have to wait even longer to talk to you.” Diamond Tiara chided the bespectacled filly with a flip of her mane.

“Diamond, what are you-”

“Shh!” The pink fill sprung off the bed, hushing her friend. “Do you want your mom to know I’m here.”

Silver Spoon quickly covered her mouth as she rushed into the room and shut the door. “What are you doing here?” the gray fill hissed. “If my mother finds out you’re here…”

“She won’t if you keep your voice down,” Diamond huffed. “Jeez, talk about ungrateful. I wait outside for hours until Spike leaves so I can talk to you and this is the thanks I get?”

“Diamond, why are you here? It’s getting late, you should be home.”

“Not until we talk.”

“About what?”

“Our plan.”

“Plan? Plan for what?” Silver incredulously eyed her fried.

“To seduce Spike, of course,” Diamond mimicked her friend’s expression. “Why else would I be here?”

“Diamond…” Silver groaned as she took her face in her hands, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Look Silver, you’re my bestie, and I love you, but you need all the help you can get.” Diamond stated plainly. “You can’t think you’ll get closer to Spike just by studying with him?”

“Well…yeah,” Silver shrugged. “I mean, we’ll be here every day after school. I figured I could talk to him, see what kind of things he likes and go from there.”

“I figured as much,” Diamond sighed heavily, shaking her head in aspiration. “You’re so lucky to have me as a friend.”

“What?”

“That’s not enough.” Diamond told her. “Silvy, listen, your personality is great, but you gotta…y’know, flaunt your stuff.”

“Flaunt…my stuff?”

Diamond sighed dejectedly, before straightening her back, thrusting her chest forward and shaking her torso from side to side, “Your stuff.”

Silver Spoon’s eyes widen as she covered her mouth to stifle a gasp, “Diamond, I can’t do that!”

“All the mares in those erotica novels do and look how well it works for them,” the pink filly stated smugly, placing a hand on her hip.

“This isn’t a novel, it’s real life.”

“Yeah, and in real life, you have an amazing figure and awesome rack,” Diamond pointed out. “Look, I’m not saying wait for him stark naked. Just…show him a little…extra. Tease him. Show him what he could have if he wants you. Get him to notice you in a way he never did before. If you catch him looking every now and then, that’s how you know he’s interested.”

Despite the pink schoolfilly’s rude behavior, Silver Spoon couldn’t deny her…abrasive advice. Silver wanted to get closer to Spike. However, that meant showing him more than her intellect; it entailed showing him her. Her physical attributes and appeal. Part of the reason he fawned so much over Rarity was this very fact. While she didn’t want to try and match herself to the mare he adored, she had to try. To get him to recognize that she was a mare too. And not just any mare. But possibly…hopefully, the right mare. For him.

“Okay, Di, I…understand,” Silver nodded, feeling of lingering hesitation still present in her voice, but her eyes brimmed with resolve. “But if I’m gonna do this, I’ll need to start off slow. Gradually get him to notice me. I don’t want to come off as some kind of loose whorse and scare him off.”

“Oh, I hear you,” the pink filly brightly grinned. “In which case, may I make a suggestion on how to make the “first move”?”

The Next Day

At the Golden Oak’s Library, Spike’s day had regained its normality. With Twilight properly rested, she was firing on all cylinders. She sat at her desk, a mass of books sitting idle beside her with a couple held aloft by her magic as she jotted notes, glancing between the levitating scriptures as she went along. Spike kept himself busy with his daily chores. He informed Twilight about his continuous tutoring, and she was okay with it, so long as his duties were finished. Given that the previous day was spent running various errands and other…rigorous activities, Spike’s household tasks took a bit of backlog, but nothing too strenuous.

All in all his day stayed on the up and up. No application forms or friendly favors to take care of. Spike felt it calming to just fall back into his usual routine. By the time lunch rolled around, Spike had finished while Twilight still filing through her research. Noticing she wasn’t going to slow down anytime soon, Spike went about fixing her something to eat. After setting her a couple daisy sandwiches and some tea and putting them on a tray, the purple dragon felt that all too familiar guttural rumbling inside. Not a moment later, Spike released a hearty belch of green flames before the magical fire swirled into a rolled-up scroll.

With some quick reflexes, the dragon’s serpentine tongue swiftly darted from his mouth and lassoed the parchment before it fell. “Phew, that was close,” he muttered.

Refusing to break his stride again, Spike headed out into the main room and sidled up next to his sister. “Here, Twi, made you lunch.”

“Hm?” The unicorn glanced at in him confusion until she registered the food beside her. “Oh, lunch! Is it that late already?”

“Yeah, you’ve been hitting the books pretty hard,” he chuckled. “Need to make sure you don’t forget to eat.”

“Don’t say that.” She pouted taking a sip of her tea. “I’m not that foregetful.”

“I have various examples that prove otherwise.” He uncoiled the scroll from his tongue and dropped it into his hand, causing Twilight to notice it.

“Is that for me?”

“Don’t know, just got it,” he said as it unraveled it. “It is not for you. It’s for me. A job application from…Vinyl?”

“The DJ again?”

“Yeah…,” he trailed on, looking over the paper, “she needs me for another cleaning job.”

“Talk about a messy mare,” she muttered, taking a bite of her sandwich.

“Are you really one to talk?”

“I’m not messy!”

“Do you think I’d be so good at housework if that were true?” He smirked at her.

The lavender mare opened her mouth to protest but quickly closed it and chose to pout some more. “That’s what I thought,” he playfully patted her head. “I guess I’m heading out. Hopefully, it’s not as bad as last time, so I should make it back in time for Silver’s tutoring.”

“Right, see you later then.” She waved him off, taking another bite of her meal as she dove back into her work.

Canterlot

With a navy blue tank top covering her small chest and a pair of blue short shorts on, the unicorn DJ paced back and forth around her living room her tail flicking around impatiently, “C’mon, dude, don’t keep me waiting.”

Ever since their last encounter, Vinyl had been dying to meet up again. Unfortunately, Octavia had kept her from doing so. Stating, simply, “Spike is probably busy with his business. Don’t pester him needlessly.” While the unicorn understood the reasoning, it didn’t stop the aching in her nethers. After that first time, Vinyl couldn’t forget how amazing a time she had. Not only the sex but their time at the dance club. She certainly felt a spark between them and her body yearned for more. She had to him again.

Which brought her to her current train of thought, “If Spike was busy with work, I could very give him some work to do.”

Smiling at her slyness, before she could ponder any further, her horn ignited in a navy blue hue as a scroll teleported in front of her. She quickly caught it and read it over. A squeal of joy escaped as a smile stretched across her muzzle. With a flick of the wrist, she tossed the paper, and in a burst of flames, Spike stood before her, a bucket and mop in hand, filled with various cleaning supplies. “You called for a cleanup guy? Again?”

“Not just any cleanup guy,” she coyly smiled. “My favorite cleaning guy.”

Spike sighed and chuckled a bit before eyeing the alabaster DJ, “Oh, so you’ve had others? I’m not good enough for you anymore?”

“Oh no, you’re more than good enough,” she smirked, cocking her hip to the side, “I just thought I’d need a little reminder. Y’know, to think about making this a…regular thing.”

“Geez, talk about coming on strong,” he chuckled deeply.

“You certainly did plenty of that too,” Vinyl purred internally.

“So, where’s the damage?”

Spike scanned the area, and the living room was as clean as he left it since his last visit. “Follow me, dude,” Vinyl gestured with a wave of her hand, beckoning him toward the hall.

Spike trailed behind the unicorn a short while till they reached the first door on the left. Vinyl turned the knob and pushed the door open, waving the drake to enter. No sooner did Spike turn the corner did he nearly feel his eyes threaten to pop clear of his skull. The mare’s room was like a typhoon came through. Clothes lay thrown everywhere; the bed was an upheaved mess. Records and covers were mixed in here and there, and that was just what he could see on the surface. “Geez, V, you’re a one mare wrecking crew.”

“I know, I know,” the unicorn scratched her head. “Tavi came in this morning and chewed me out. When I get wrapped up in my work…well, you remember the living room.”

“How could I forget, that’s how we met?” He pointed out, glancing at her with a smile. “Still, you’d give my sister a run for her money with how much a mess you can build up.”

“Tell me about it,” she groaned. “Tavi threatened to lock me out of my studio if it’s not cleaned up.”

“Hence, the request to me, right, right.” Spike nodded as he set his equipment down and looked over the damage. “Alright, you can head out and do whatever you gotta do. I’ll handle this. Shouldn't take me long.”

“Acccctuaaaaly,” Vinyl trailed on as she sidled up behind him, “that’s not the only reason I called you over here.”

“Why, you need something else?”

“Yeah, you can definitely say that.”

More curious than anything, Spike chanced a glance before he felt the whole of the mare’s weight on him as her lips eclipsed his. A muffled gasp of shock escapes his lips as Vinyl’s sudden tackle sends Spike off-kilter and crashed back onto the bed with the DJ on top of him. Spike’s sudden shock quickly began to dwindle as he and Vinyl started to make out passionately; their tongue’s rolling together heatedly as Vinyl moaned in earnest need and joy.

After another moment or so, the unicorn finally pulled back, a trail of saliva bridging their exposed oral muscles before Vinyl broke it, licking her lips in satisfactory, “There we go. That’s the stuff.”

“So you wanted me over for another go around?” Spike chuckled.

“Maybe,” she shrugged coyly.

“You know I run a legit business,” he raised a brow. “I’m not a plot call.”

“I know, and I still need you to do the job, which I will pay you for,” she assured him, running her hands across his chest. “However, I never said you needed to do it asap. I mean, the rooms already messy, so…”

“You’re okay fooling around in here?”

“Well, we can’t do it in the living room again and definitely not in Tavi’s room. If we do either, she’ll slap a friggin chastity belt between my legs and throw away the key,” she explained. “Besides, it’s not the worse place I’ve ever done it. You ever have a threeway in a dance club bathroom? All cramped, grimy, the smell of sex and filth. Sweet Celestia, I love it. At least this way, we got more room to spare. And my pussy’s been burning to get another filling from you.”

“So, whatcha say, Spike?” She gave him a toothy grin, feeling she already knew his reply. “Wanna have some fun before you getting to work?”

“You’re lucky I have trouble saying no to a pretty face,” he smirked back.

“Oh, you think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah,” he said as he slapped his palms against her tight plot, “pretty hot.”

Vinyl couldn’t help but squeak in surprise before a jovial laugh escaped her, “That’s more like it. And just for that, I got a few surprises for you.”

With that said, the white mare sat up straight and grabbed the hem of her navy blue tank top pulled it off. Her alabaster coat was as impeccable as ever. However, that wasn’t what caught the dragon’s eye. Upon her small, conical chest, where her pink nipples stood fully erect was a pair of dark blue barbell piercings. “Oh, when did you get those pierced? Did you do that just for me?”

“No, I got this done a long while ago,” she shrugged, holding her chest out. “I only wear ‘em every once in a while or…for somepony special. Although, had I known you were into this, I probably would’ve done it then too.”

“Aw, now don’t I feel special,” he chuckled, kneaded her tight romp.

“You’d better,” she smirked at him, “I don’t sling mushy crap like this for just anypony or dragon. So, you gonna fuck me or what?”

Spike gripped her rear tightly with a devilish grin, “Do you really need to ask?”

Vinyl smiled back before diving forward and pressed her lips to his. The two continue to make out, thoroughly and passionately; their tongues intermingle relishing in their special reunion. After another moment, Spike broke the kiss, only to move his lips to the unicorn’s neck, peppering her flesh with kisses and sensual licks. Vinyl couldn’t help but moan and shudder under his touch as her arms wrapped around his head, holding him close.

Before long, Spike trailed his kisses to her breastbone until his mouth hone in onto her left breast; he took the pierced tit into his mouth Vinyl gasped as the dragon sucked and lapped at her nipple. The drake’s hands didn't stay ideal for long as his left hand took hold of her second mound while his right reached behind the mare and firmly gripped her tight, pert ass. Feeling Spike take hold of her slender form sent shivers up Vinyl’s spine and the ache in her nethers to intensify as she felt the bulge pressing up between her legs, she knew he reciprocated.

Wanting to return the affection, Vinyl began grinding herself against Spike, feeling their crotches mesh against one another through their clothes and riling the two up for the fun to follow. Spike rolled his serpentine tongue around teat while gently nipping at it with his teeth; the piercing catching between his teeth, allowing him to tug and pull at the tender nub it was attached to. Vinyl shrieked in response as Spike played with her chest, all the while continuing to gyrate her crotch against his as her nectar saturated her panties.

“Mmm, yes, this is what I’ve been waiting for,” Vinyl purred. “But I want more. I want that dick.”

Vinyl put her hands on Spike’s shoulders and tried to push him back, however, Spike held on with his teeth latched around the piercing of her nipple, earning a strained moan from the mare. “Spike, not so rough! You’ll pull it off!”

“Hehe, sorry,” he chuckled, letting her go, “couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re lucky I like it a bit rough,” she bit her lip with a sexy leer. “Now, why don’t we move things along? I’d really like to have a taste of that meat stick of yours.”

“And here I thought ponies were herbivores,” he smirked. “Well, since you asked so nicely, I don’t see why not.”

Vinyl removed herself from Spike’s frame, allowing him to rearrange himself, so he was wholly lying on the bed. The unicorn grinned mischievously before she quickly hopped back into bed and straddled Spike’s chest; her hands didn’t sit idle for more than a second before she began fiddling with his pants. In a flash, Spike felt his pants and boxers pulled and thrown about to join the pile of dirty clothes around them and letting his girthy throbbing tool and stand tall and free. “Jeez, take it easy,” I chuckled. “It’s not going anywhere.”

“Sure it is,” she smirked over her shoulder. “It’s going in my mouth in a minute. As soon as I get a taste.”

And with that, Vinyl laid herself down atop of Spike, her face inches from his dragonhood. Gently she wrapped her right hand around his shaft before nuzzling it against her cheek. She could feel the sheer heat radiating from it, flowing into her as it throbbing fiercely in her grasp. “Mmm, just as I remember it,” she purred.

Not wanting to waste another second, the alabaster DJ pulled her head back slightly before taking a nice, long, sensual lick of the phallus. Spike closed his eyes, groaning softly as he took in the sensation of his lover’s tongue.

Vinyl continued to run her tongue along every inch of his shaft; from stem to stern, she made sure to lavish his tool, savoring the taste and texture for as long as she could. Spike couldn’t help but bit his lip to try and contain himself. Before he found himself lost to Vinyl’s machinations, the dragon pulled his head up and opened his eyes, the unicorn’s glistening sex filling his visage. The mare’s wet lips were flushed and engorged as her tunnel drooled a dollop of arousal onto his chest; her love button fully exposed from its hood, just begging for attention and Spike aimed to deliver.

With the subtle grace and length of his tongue, the drake stretched his oral muscle and gave the alabaster unicorn’s honey pot a firm yet steady lick from clit to base. Vinyl gave a shriek of surprise, her body visibly tensing as the pleasure shot through her. Enjoying her reaction, Spike gave Vinyl’s pussy the same tongue bathing treatment she so graciously gave him; alternating between running his tongue in slow, steady circles around her labia, lapping up her nectar and flicking her clit. All of Vinyl’s tongue lashings ceased as she moaned against Spike’s tender ministrations.

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned deeply as a shudder ran through her, “that’s it, Spike. Sweet Celestia, did I miss that tongue of yours too. Aah!”

Spike refused to relent as her familiar sweet flavor saturated his tastebuds. Feeling Spike’s licking becoming more vigorous, Vinyl quickly returned the sentiment. Eyeing his spit covered cock, Vinyl wasted no time as she gripped it by the base and took the tip into her mouth. In her lust-filled state, the unicorn quickly began bobbing her head up and down his member taking half of him into her muzzle as she stroked the other half in her hand. She moaned slowly around his girth, sending a delightful burst of vibrations through him. Spike moaned in response to Vinyl’s vigorous technique as she quickly began working in earnest; her lips forming a tight seal around his length as she sucked while her tongue stroked the underside of his prick.

A growl burned in his throat as the accumulative sensation drew the pressure in his loins further to its capacity. Not wanting to be outdone, Spike upped his game as well. The young dragon reached up and took a firm grasp of the unicorn’s snow-white cheeks. Using his thumbs, he spread the mare’s sex apart before pressing his lips to hers. Vinyl shrieked in surprise but didn’t cease her ministration. She moaned and groaned as she felt Spike’s tongue enter her canal and caress every inch of her folds, all the while his lips nipped, tugged and suckled at her pedals, drawing as much of her sweet juices from her as he could.

Both unicorn and dragon let their cries of pleasure and lust fill the room, the scent of their lovemaking clouding their minds, driving them closer to release. Vinyl could feel Spike’s member engorging, threatening to stretch her jaw to its limit, while Spike felt her walls beginning to constrict around his tongue. “Mmmm, so good,” she groaned internally, refusing to cease her motions. “His tongue feels amazing. He’s gonna make me cum so hard!”

“Celestia’s mane, Vinyl’s mouth is incredible,” he growled. “She better hold on cause I might just drown her down there.”

As the encroachment of their climax bared down, the two found themselves orally attacking their partner more vigorously. Spike buried his muzzle into Vinyl’s dripping quim while using his left thumb to run frantic circles around her clit; while, at the same time, the unicorn bobbed her head and stroked her hands in synchronized twisting motions, sucking vigorously as her lips and tongue caressed his tip. With such frantic effort to bring the other to finish, neither could bring themselves to hold back as their orgasms came crashing down.

Vinyl was their first to go. She released a muffled scream around Spike’s cock; her body locking up as she doused Spike’s face and chest in her mare cum. The vibration of her orgasmic cries triggered Spike to follow. With a deep guttural growl, Spike unloaded into Vinyl’s waiting mouth. Vinyl trembled fiercely, both from her powerful release, as well as, Spike’s hot seed filling her mouth. The first volleys nearly filled her mouth; her tongue all but saturating in the thick, salty taste of his cream before she quickly started to swallow.

Even as her climax shocked her body, the alabaster DJ continued working her mouth and hands around Spike’s spasming cock, doing her best to wring every last drop from him as she drank down his cum like she was chugging a barrel of cider. Spike groaned, dropping back down onto the bed as Vinyl tried her most damn to drain dry. Even after a few more moments when he stopped cumming, she still suckled at his cock errantly. After what felt like forever, the unicorn finally relented as let Spike’s still rigid dick with an audible “pop.”

“Damn…Spike,” she huff, glancing over her shoulder at him. “I…I thought I was…gonna drown. You…just kept cumming. Just how…backed up were you?”

“I…wasn't,” he chuckled, trying to catch his breath.

“Seriously,” she balked. “I don’t remember you cumming so much last time. Although, I was in a bit of a haze last time. Damn, you fucked me so hard I can’t remember much of it! That’s never happened before.”

She laughed heartily as she rolled off of him and onto her side; however, she kept her grip firmly on his cock, idly stroking it. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He smiled down at her.

“As you should,” she mirrored his smile with a lustful leer. “Sweet Celestia, I’m so wet. And you’re still hard as diamond. I need this in me like…yesterday.”

“How do you want it?”

“Stay where you are.” She bit her lip as she practically jumped up and straddled his lap. Vinyl sat up on her knees, with Spike’s dick still in hand she pressed the underside of his length against her moist lips. Slowly she ground her crotch against his, feeling the heat of his shaft meld with her own, feeding the desire to feel him inside of her. “Just lie back and let me do the work,” she sweetly purred. “I wanna take this bad boy for a ride.”

“Careful, don’t break it.” He relaxed and crossed his arms behind his head.

“Don’t worry,” she giggled, “ the only thing that might break is me. Which is what I’m hoping for.”

With no further coaxing needed from either party, Vinyl took full charge as she pulled back and angled the dragon’s phallus at her entrance. The unicorn didn’t miss a beat as she swiftly and accurately dropped down and skewered herself on the drake’s cock. A breathless gasp escaped the DJ as she felt herself being filled and stretched to her limits. Spike moaned deeply as Vinyl’s wet walls constricted around him, massaging every inch of him in joyous rapture. “Now this…this I remember,” she breathed deeply through her slackened jaw, relishing in the satisfied sensation brimming inside of her. “This thick fullness. Hrgn…I…I think I came a little just putting it in. I need more!”

Speechless, Spike watched as Vinyl quickly placed her hands on his abdomen for balance, raised her hips and slammed them back down against his. The alabaster mare hastily worked herself in a steady rhythm, riding Spike’s dick in earnest. Up and down, the DJ's hips moved fluidly from tip to base, taking every inch of Spike’s dragonhood, moaning and shrieking freely with utter delight. “Ah, damn, you really do have a nice cock on you, Spike,” Vinyl gasped, relishing in the audible clapping and squelching sounds of their nethers forcibly colliding. “I feel I could ride this all day.”

“You’re certainly going at it like you intend to.” He chuckled, watching the unicorn have her way with him, his eyes peeled on the pert conical breasts rocking with her movements.

“Hmm, I can’t help it,” she groaned. After a few swift thursts of her hips, Vinyl settled down into Spike’s lap, his spire nestled firmly in her marehood. Slowly, she gyrated and twisted her hips, grinding and scraping Spike’s phallus against her walls. “Can you feel it? The way your dick rubs against every inch of my pussy? Ever since the last time, I couldn’t get the longing for this feeling out my head.”

“I know what you mean,” he eyed her writhing form. “Hard to forget a mare with a pussy that’s near virgin tight. What’s your secret?”

“Sorry, lover boy, a mare’s gotta keep her secrets,” she winked at him playfully.

“Fair enough,” he grinned slyly, “but don’t blame me for what happens next.”

“What d-hyeeiiii!” Vinyl’s inquiry went out the window as Spike abruptly began to thrust up into her. The alabaster mare barely had enough time to reaffirm her hold on his abdomen as she felt him pounding up into her; his thrashing dick spearing waves of pleasure right to her core. “H-Hey, I said…I-I would d-do… t-the work!”

“Like I said,” he groaned through his toothy grin, “you can’t blame me. With a tight, hot, little pussy like yours, you can’t expect me to sit still for long.”

“F-Fair…enough.” She panted, trying her hardest to brace herself. While her hips faltered initially at Spike’s ministrations, Vinyl quickly managed to find and match his rhythm, working her hips to meet his as they fucked each other fiercely. Feeling his hands becoming restless, he wasn’t too surprised as he found himself reaching out to grab at her pierced breasts.

The unicorn cried out in surprise as Spike’s hands began groping and massaging her chest; his fingers tweaking the barbells in her nipples between the gaps of his middle and index fingers. Vinyl’s hands automatically flew up and latched onto his, assisting him in enjoying her tits. The unicorn always considered her tight plot to be her best feature, but to have found some drake that actually valued her miniscule bust was something appreciated.

Vinyl could no longer contain herself; between Spike’s thrusting and both their hands massaging her chest, the alabaster unicorn was on cloud nine. The sheer abundant pleasure coursing through her made it impossible to hold back her voice as cries of ecstasy escaped her open jaw. “Aaahhhh! Yes…yes! S-So good!” She shrieked, her hips refusing to stop as they forcefully collided with Spike’s. “Aaargh, ffffuuuuck! It’s…it’s too m-much! I’m…g-g-gonna cum!”

Feeling the mare’s nethers beginning to write about his prick, Spike could tell she was close. Wanting to get her where she needed to be, the purple dragon decided to go all in. With great effort and stealth, Spike curled his tail upward bringing it forward till his spaded-tip was facing them. Steadily, the drake moved his tail and with careful precision, snaked it over the unicorn’s hip before it came to rest on the unicorn’s clit. Vinyl deeply gasped in shock at the sudden stimulation; her love button pressed firmly against Spike’s tail while she bounced on his dick. Her screaming escalated as her pleasure instantly skyrocketed, the threat of her release imminent.

“Aaahhh! Yes! Yes, Spike!” She cried, feeling her clit grind against the flat of his spade, sending her careening over the edge. “I’m…I’m gonna…c-c-cummmm, ahhhhh!”

The unicorn DJ nearly threw herself off the dragon’s rod as her orgasm struck her hard. With her back arched, Vinyl screamed in pure sexual delight, her marehood convulsing around Spike’s length as she doused his crotch in her mare cum. Spike grunted and growled fiercely as the unicorn’s writhing pussy tried to milk his seed from him. However, despite the blissful carnal of the mare’s silky flesh, the drake held on. If he was going to have another go at his favorite DJ, he was gonna savor it. Even as his lover continued to thrash and spasm in the throes of release, he kept her well stimulated as he continued to gently massage and tug at her nipple piercings and press his tail to her pearl. Vinyl mewled and moaned as her climax clung to her overly sensitive body; she shuddered and gasped, drinking in the pleasure she so desperately sought.

“S-Sweet C-C-Celestia,” she stammered, feeling her orgasm finally begin to weaken. “Damn, S-Spike that…that h-hit the spot.”

“I aim to please,” he huffed.

“Talk…about…an understatement.” She huffed and puffed, trying to regain her senses. Vinyl let out a heavy, tired, yet satisfied sigh as she fell back onto her bed, out of Spike’s grasp and off his still rigid spire. The mare rested with her right forearm over her eyes and her left hand laying over her well-pounded quim. All the while, Spike sat up, staring at the nubile female, her lithe form on display. From her short, tousled blue mane, her thin lips between her teeth, the rise, and fall of her slim midsection and the way she rubbed her thighs together, clamping them around her hand, keeping it pressed against her tender marehood.

Gazing at the sensual, alabaster beauty, Spike felt his breath quickening instead of calming; his phallus pulsing with the firey need to plunge back into the hot embrace of Vinyl’s nethers. Snorting assertively, as a puff of smoke escaped his nostrils, Spike gripped the mare firmly by her legs. The unicorn squeaked in surprise as Spike yanked her closer. She pulled her arm from her eyes just in time to see Spike held her legs together and placed them over his shoulder with her hips resting in his lap; the draconic pole aimed at her waiting lips. “Sorry, but I’m kinda…”

“Oh, shit, you didn’t cum,” she gawked in realization. “Sorry, babe, that last orgasm kinda ran away with me.”

“No problem. Ready for another go?”

“Does Princess Celestia have a sweet tooth,” she playfully chided him. “Fuck me. Till my pussy is raw and sore. Till I can’t feel my damn legs anymore. However you want, Spike, I’m all yours.”

Spike grinned with sheer confidence as he intended to give the mare what she asked for. Pulling Vinyl’s hips higher, Spike reached back and grabbed one of her pillows and propped it under the mare’s back. The unicorn cooed sweetly at his consideration as she felt Spike lining up his tip. It barely took a moment before the DJ felt Spike’s crown prod her entrance, and once he was in place, the dragon didn’t waste another second before ramming his hips forward.

Vinyl’s back arched up as Spike’s forceful entry caused her to gasp in shock. The drake growled in his throat, feeling Vinyl’s warm tunnel embrace him oh so snugly. Without any further incentive, Spike’s hips drew back and dove forward again, rocking into swift, but steady rhythm of their own accord. Vinyl shrieked and moaned as Spike pounded away, her pussy still sensitive from her previous orgasm; the pleasure quickly escalating out of control. She gripped the sheets tightly, bracing herself for what was sure to be her biggest orgasm yet.

Spike grunted deeply as his hips moved into a visible blur. With her legs closed, Vinyl’s already silky, tight chasm was even more constricted than before. After denying himself release once already, Spike’s phallus refused to not achieve it a second time. The pressure in his loins soon made itself known, demanding relief. “Aaaaahhh! Yes! Yes!” Vinyl cried out, gazing at Spike, her eyes lidded, glazing over in sheer lust. “Fuck me, Spike! Fuck me like you own me!”

“Argh, Vinyl,” Spike groaned through gritted teeth. “You feel so good. So tight. I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Me…too,” she groaned, tightening her eyes as the pleasure rocked her to her core. “Hgnn…I…I wanna…cum again. Hard! Fuck me…harder…faster!” She pleaded, her breathing becoming ragged an uneven as her heart pounded in her chest. “Wreck…my…pussy, Spike!”

“In that case…I’m gonna have to change things up…a bit.” He grunted as he shifted his hands from her legs to her upper inner thighs before stopping his errant thrusting.

Before the unicorn could whine in disapproval from her blissful high, she yelped as Spike once again heavy-handed her and moved her about. Vinyl was undoubtedly thrown for a loop as she soon found her whole upper body hanging down the side of her bed; her head and shoulder flat on the ground with her lower body laying on the edge of the bed. She quickly realized Spike was still holding onto her with his hands hooked over her upper inner thighs with her legs opened spread eagle. “Get set to get wrecked, Vinyl,” Spike grinned fiercely.

With his newly gained position quickly followed through with a single mighty thrust driving himself into Vinyl’s tunnel to the hilt. The unicorn screamed in sheer shock and ecstasy as Spike impaled himself right to her core; his tip pressing fiercely against her womb sent jolts of pleasure, flying straight to her brain. Spike refused to give her time to recover as he swiftly began pounding away at the mare’s passage with total abandon. Whether by her own will or instinct, she had no clue, but Vinyl felt her legs tightly wrapped around the small of the dragon’s back, wholly intent on keeping him inside her.

The world practically melted into a blur as the two lovers drowned themselves in their pleasure; the only sounds filling the room were the audible rapid-fire clapping of their nethers colliding with significant force and their grunts and cries of rapture. Vinyl felt her mind entirely slip from her grasp as her eyes threatened to float to the back of her head, and her tongue hung free from her muzzle. “S-So…So deep! So..h-h-hard…hggggnnn…” Vinyl marveled, hearing her heart hammering in her chest. “He’s…h-h-hitting m-my…womb…so h-hard! Shit…he’s g-gonna d-d-destroy meee!”

Spike growled, watching as his hips moved in a hastened blur into the lust-addled mare beneath him; the pressure in his loins rose unabated, preparing to unload inside Vinyl’s waiting snatch. “Shhiiittt! Vinyl, I’m gonna cum! So hard!” He groaned as smoke poured through her nostrils, relishing in the sensation of the unicorn’s walls coiling around him.

“Ahhh, d-do it, S-Spike,” Vinyl pleaded through lidded unfocused eyes. “F-Fill me! Drown my hnnn…pussy! M-M-Make me…c-c-cum again!”

Driving his cock with great vigor, the young dragon was raring up to give the unicorn what she asked for.

Same Time Elsewhere

“Hahh, so good to be home,” Octavia sighed as she stopped in front of her apartment door. “So nice to get home during the day and not late at night.”

The gray earth mare set her cello down beside the door before reaching for her keys. “Now I can take a shower, a nap, and relax. I hope Vinyl sent that letter. Tartarus, this is Vinyl I’m talking about. I'd be lucky if she managed to clean her room like I asked.”

After finally fishing her keys from her pocket, the cellist unlocked the door and entered the domicile. Once she crosses the threshold, the gray mare quickly dispensed with her instrument, setting it beside the umbrella stand before closing the door and stretching her arms and taking a deep breath, “Mmm, yup, it’s good to be-”

“Aaaahhhh!” The cellist nearly jumped out of her fur as the abrupt, yet familiar scream reached her ears.

“Vinyl?” Octavia gasped as she sprinted toward her friend’s room. Once she reached the wooden barrier between herself and her roommate's private quarters, she could easily hear the cries and shrieks of her companion on the other side. “What in tartarus is she doing,” she muttered to herself before another loud cry pierced her ears.

With the fear for her friend’s well being tightly gripping her heart, Octavia reacted without thinking. She quickly pushed the door open and barged in, “Vinyl, what’s…”

The mare’s outburst died as swiftly as it came as her voice caught in her throat, and her eyes threatened to pop from her skull at the sight before her. There in front of her, she watched as her lithe, alabaster unicorn friend was thoroughly and vigorously pounded into the ground by an all too familiar young purple dragon. “…going on?” she uttered weakly as her cheeks began to burn.

“I’m…cumming!” Spike shouted as he shut his eyes and gave a few more errant thrusts before driving himself deep inside Vinyl’s writhing marehood.

Spike growled ferociously as he finally felt the sweet release of climax hit him. Vinyl screamed in utter joy as Spike’s hot thick load exploded inside her womb; the first volley it with such force and volume, she’d swear he filled it then and there. “Aaahhh, sweet Celestia! It’s so much and so hot! Shit, I’m…gonna, aaaaahhhhh!”

The unicorn tightened her eyes and gave a euphoric cry as her own climax came crashing down on her. The two lovers groaned and gasped as their juices mixed together inside Vinyl’s pussy. Even with her nectar clashing with his own, the alabaster mare could still feel the heat from his sperm, coating her insides as white as her coat. Shot after thick, juicy shot continued to bathe her walls, filling her to the pinnacle of satisfaction and beyond. “So hot…mmm, and full,” she purred as she slowly opened her eyes. “Damn, Spike, you really know how to show a mare a good…”

The unicorn DJ felt her sexual bliss sudden drain as worry and dread filled their place as she gazed up to into the purple gaze of her roommate. “T-Tavi!”

“Huh,” Spike gasped as he opened his eyes and looked across from room towards the gray mare staring at them. “O-Octavia!”

Spike’s stammered and stumbled back in surprise at their one-mare audience. His sudden faltering caused his member to slip free from Vinyl’s passage. The hasty retreat sent his member springing up mid-release causing his next volley to fire clear across the room; Unfortunately for Octavia, with the angle his dick was at, the shot arched up and hit her clear across her face. The gray mare went stock still in shock, her eyes peeled on Spike as his prick continued to ejaculate a couple more times, each one firing across the room and onto the floor and Vinyl’s prone form before tapering off.

The room remained utterly absent of sound for what seemed like forever until the unicorn in the room finally decided to break the silence.

“Uhh, h-h-hey, Tavi. Welcome…home.” Vinyl chuckled nervously, still looking up at her friend from the floor. “You…uh, got a…little something…here,” she gestured across her muzzle.

Octavia’s shock slowly melted into annoyance, then aggravation and finally anger as her burning gaze fell to her friend. “Hey, on the bright side I kept our hanky panky in the bedroom, just like we agreed.” Vinyl shrugged, trying to diffuse her friend’s rage.

“Damn it all, Vinyl!” she growled.

“Seriously, I don’t know whether my luck is really good or really bad when it comes to these two.” Spike trembled at the sight of the angered earth mare.

Prologue

It was a nice warm spring time day in Ponyville. The streets were bustling with ponyfolk, all going about their business and all the while, four individuals were doing their own thing, handing out flyers. Three of them were teenage fillies; one was the pale yellow handy filly earth pony, Apple Bloom, another, the light gray unicorn singer, Sweetie Belle and the last orange Pegasus stunts filly, Scootaloo. The one at the forefront of the little gang was the teenage purple dragon and number one assistant to the town Librarian, Twilight Sparkle, a.k.a Spike the Dragon and he seemed to be the most excited of them all as he handed out flyer after flyer to each passer byer.

“This is really amazin’, Spike,” Apple Bloom handing out a flyer to a passing unicorn mare.

“Yeah, I can’t believe you’re starting your own business,” Sweetie added.

“I know, cool, huh,” Spike grinned widely at her.

“I’ll say, but it’s kind of weird,” Scootaloo said, looking at the flyer in her hand. In perfectly written calligraphy it read, “Spike’s Odd Jobs. Where no Job is too odd.” Underneath the Business name and slogan were business hours, types of payment and contact information, while on the back was a request sheet for the customer to fill out for the job that needed to be done. “I mean, what kind of odd jobs would you even take, aren’t you just Twilight’s assistant?”

“Of course I’m Twilight’s assistant but I know how to do a lot of other stuff to,” He told her, feeling a little insulted. “Don’t get me wrong, Twilight does pay me, but it doesn’t hurt to have a little extra and with these odd jobs, I get to put these other skills to use and help ponies, I think it’ll be good.”

“Did yah tell Twilight ‘bout this?” Apple Bloom asked, causing Spike’s cringe slightly in fear for a moment.

“Actually~, I haven’t told her yet, I’ve been trying to keep this on the down low cuz I know she’ll freak out since she’ll think I’ll be neglecting my chores and stuff as her assistant.” Spike chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his head.

“You better tell her soon or who know what’ll happen.” Scootaloo told him.

“Yeah, I’ll work on that later, for now, let’s just finish handing out these flyers.” Spike said.

“I’ll take one,” Said a familiar and exotic female voice. Spike turned around to see a light gray coated zebra standing behind him. She had a near hourglass figure with long elegant arms and legs. Her bust was rather large, but seemed to pale in comparison to her wide curvaceous hips. She had cyan blue eyes, her mane was cut into a Mohawk and she wore a beautiful set of amber rings around her neck and on her left forearm. She wore a dark orange midriff with a wing strap going over her right shoulder that seemed to hug her chest snuggly enough to give herself ample cleavage with a matching ankle length skirt with open sides, giving anypony passing by a nice view of her beautiful legs. Spike quickly smiled at Ponyville’s well-regarded herbalist and the bravest zebra to actually live in the Everfree Forest, Zecora.

Over the years, Spike had become rather close with the beautiful herbalist. She had taught him many things that Twilight couldn’t about dragons when he truly needed it most after a regretful incident with Pinkie Pie. She mainly taught him how to control his draconian instincts which he was forever grateful for; In fact she was partially the reason he even considered this job. Although Spike enjoyed his time with Zecora, he couldn’t deny the many times he found himself ogling her. Her exotic accent and stripes, her magnificent breasts and her rump; Spike considered himself a breast drake at heart, but he could never pull his eyes away from it, even if just barely to look at her chest. It was truly a weapon of ass destruction and he certainly wouldn’t mind being destroyed by it.

“Howdy, Zecora,” Apple Bloom greeted her.

“Hello, Spike and Cutie Mark Crusaders, I must say I am a bit surprised to see you all here instead of on one of your adventures.” The herbalist spoke in her usual rhymes.

“Yeah, they’re helping me pass out flyers for my new business, check it out.” Spike said as he handed her one.

“Hm, this looks promising, is this job going to be a regular thing?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m kinda taking odd jobs on the side to get a little extra cash and maybe some gems.” Spike chuckled.

“Spike, you have been warned many times before, nothing good comes from a greedy Dragon that hordes.” Zecora told him sternly.

“I know, I learned my lesson from before when you mailed one of my gems from when I pet sitted for the others,” He sighed, still wondering where the gem was sent off too and how delicious it would have tasted. “But I’m not doing it to horde; I’m doing it to put some of the skills I’ve learned to good use. Dragon’s honor.”

“Very well,” Zecora said an accepting nod.

“Since you’re here, got any jobs you need help with, I’m free today?” Spike asked.

“I’m afraid not, but should something come up, on my list your name is at the top,” Zecora said as she turned to leave. “Farewell, young ones.”

The four waved a goodbye to their Zebra friend and continued their dispensing of the flyers. After another hour or so, the four had managed to hand out all the flyers. “Well, that’s all of ‘em,” Apple Bloom said as she stretched her arms.

“Yup, all gone,” Scootaloo said, dusting her hands off.

“Alright, thanks guys, I really appreciate the he-”

“Incoming!” Shouted a female voice from above.

The teenagers looked up to see a gray Pegasus mare dressed in a Mail mare uniform falling from the sky. Out of pure instinct, Spike unfurled his wings and with a single beat of his wings, he took off into the sky. He stopped when he was in the path of the Pegasus with open arms, preparing to catch her, repeating, “I got her! I got her!”

Spike’s eyes quickly widened when he realized the mare was coming at him much faster than he thought as she quickly closed the distance. Before he knew it, the mare crashed into him, head first, sending the both crashing to the ground. “Spike!” The Cutie Mark Crusaders shouted in shock and fear as they ran over to the crash site.

When they got there, they found Ponyville’s resident Mail Mare and walking natural disaster, Derpy Hooves, lying atop a disorientated Spike with her breasts smashed over his face. All three of their faces went red at the scandalous sight before them. “Ms. Derpy, are you okay?” Sweetie asked.

The Mail Mare groaned as she picked herself. “Yeah, I think so,” She said, shaking her head along with her lazy eyes as they spun around her head. When they finally refocused, she found herself practically straddling her savior. “Spike, are you okay?” She asked, more worried for his health that the compromising position.

“Thank Celestia for scales or that would’ve really hurt,” He muttered. Although I got to almost motor boat Derpy, so I can’t complain, Is what he thought.

Derpy quickly got up while the mares helped Spike stand. “Sorry about that, Spike, I finished up in Canterlot so I came back to tell you, but I came in too fast.”

“No, problem,” He said, dusting himself off.

“Finishing what in Canterlot,” Scootaloo asked.

“Oh, I asked Derpy to hand out some of my flyers on her mail run to Canterlot, I want to widen my economic demographic,” Spike explained.

“Ah think yah might have hit yer head, Spike cuz Ah have no idea what yah said.” Apple Bloom told him.

“Never mind,” Spike waved her off. “Thanks for the help, Derpy.”

“No problem, it’s my job,” Derpy said happily giving him a salute. “Oh, also, about my compensation?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I got your double blue berry muffins at home, I’ll bring them to you when you get off.” He smiled at her. This mare loves herself some muffins. He thought.

“Yay, thanks,” She said as she gave Spike a hug. “Well, gotta get back to work, bye.” And with that, Derpy took off and headed back to the Post office.

“Well, I better head back to the library for Twilight’s checking of my chores,” Spike said as he turned toward home. “Thanks again, girls.”

“Alright, seeya, Spike,” Apple Bloom waved.

“Later,” Scootlaoo added.

“Good luck with the new business,” Sweetie chimed in.

Spike gave them a wave goodbye and headed home.

It didn’t take long for Spike to make it back to Golden Oaks Library, when he made it inside, he quickly realized Twilight wasn’t home yet and decided to go over his chore list a final time to make sure Twilight had nothing to complain about. “Let’s see,” Spike said, pulling the list from his pocket as he looked it over. “Sweep and mop the floor: done, clean the dishes and put them away: done, dust shelves: done, clean bedrooms and bathrooms: done. That’s everything. Per usual, I’m awesome.” He said happily. “Now to get downstairs and relax and wait for Twilight to come home.”

Spike headed down to his bedroom in the basement. Since he got older, he had to move out of Twilight’s room and she seemed pretty willing to give him her laboratory in the basement. With all that equipment moved out, it was pretty spacious, especially when Twilight used some space altering spells she learned to put in a bathroom and closet for him. Spike’s bed rested under the staircase with small desk complete with desk lamp and clock atop it. The bathroom was in the right corner of the room, the closet on the opposite side of the wall with a dresser next to it on the left. He had a small desk on the wall in front of the bed with a book case embedded in the wall to the right of it, one half full of books on various subjects, the other full of comic books, both regular and enchanted.

And of course, a secret hidden compartment he put under the bed, hiding his stash of dirty magazines. He knew anything less and Twilight would find it and that would be the end of him. Spike plopped down onto his bed and leaned over toward the small desk beside him and opened the draw to pull out a CD player and head phones. He didn’t even need to pull out any of his CD’s since his favorite was already inside. He pushed play and relaxed as his favorite DJ’s music hit his ears.

A half hour later

The Library was nice, tranquil and quiet; at least it was before the lavender Unicorn that lived there burst through the door. She wore a white dress shirt under a light blue sleeveless button shirt with a lavender plaid skirt. Her body was thin and slender, her arms and legs, long, but dainty; her bust size wasn’t much, which was a soft spot for her, but she tried to make it seem like it wasn’t and her hips were curvy and shapely. The lavender unicorn looked around for her other housing occupant, but couldn’t find him anywhere. “Spike,” She called out, but received no response.

She groaned as she gripped her hand, causing the crumbling sound fill her ears. She pulled up the parchment in her hand, the source of her angst as she looked it over. She put the paper down and continued to look around until she figured the best place to start would be his room. The Lavender unicorn headed down into the basement, where she immediately spotted the young drake lounging in his bed. “Spike,” She called to him, but he seemed to ignore her as her voice was blocked out by the loud volume of the headphones on his head.

She teleported to his bed side with her arms folded, watching her young assistance that was still completely oblivious to her presence. She reached and pulled the headphones off his head as she called out, “Spike.”

“Whoa, Twilight, you almost scared the scales off me,” He said as he jumped in shock.

“You didn’t come when I called you, so here we are,” She told him. “Anyway, we need to talk.”

“About what?”

“About this,” Twilight said as she pulled the piece of parchment up to his face.

Spike’s eyes widened in shock as he realized what she was holding his Odd Jobs flyer. “W-W-Where did you get that,”

“I found it on my way home, care to explain?”

Spike was at a loss for words when he decided to just be honest. “Twilight, I’ve gotten older and as I’ve gotten older I’ve learned to do a lot of things. I have useful skills, but nothing to do with them, so I decided to put these skills to use with this,” Spike said as he took the paper and showed it to her. “I started a small Odd jobs business to help ponies and make some extra money.”

“Spike, you’re my assistant, I pay you, plus, don’t you think you’ll be stretching yourself out a little too thin?”

“C’mon, Twi, I can finish my chores with more than enough change to spare. Besides, I think it’ll be cool to use my skills like this. I can get out and meet new ponies, see new things, maybe learn some more stuff. It’s just like what you do except I won’t be nose deep in a book.” He explained.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” She snapped as her cheeks went red, but she quickly composed herself. “Anyway, Spike, I just don’t want you spending so much time that you neglect your responsibilities here. Remember, I still need you.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Spike as he quickly hopped out of bed and draped his arm around her shoulder. “You’re pretty helpless without me.”

“You do realize you need my consent to start this little endeavor of yours, so do you really think teasing me is wise at this point.” She deadpanned.

“So~, Twilight, my dear, sweet, understanding friend,” Spike said as he removed himself from Twilight and stood in front of her with his best charming smile. “Please, can I do this? I promise I’ll keep up with my work here. I won’t get greedy and start hording or anything else like that. Please, let me do this.”

Twilight looked into the Dragon’s pleading eyes and found her resolved dropping. “Very well, you can do your odd jobs.” She said with a sigh of defeat.

“Yes! Thanks, Twilight,” Spike said as he hugged her.

“You’re welcome,” she said as she hugged him back with a smile. “Now remember, you promised to keep up with everything here. No distractions or putting things off. Your odd jobs are a secondary occupation, the library is your primary, understand?”

“Got it,” He said as he let go of her.

“Good, and Spike, I’m proud of you.”

“Really, why?” He asked with a raised brow and tilt of his head.

“Because, you’re trying to broaden your horizons; you’ve learned plenty of skills and your making use of them as best you can by helping others. I’m very proud of you.” She said with a gentle smile.

“Thanks,” He said, blushing a little in embarrassment.

“Now come on, let’s start dinner and then you can tell me all about how you plan on doing this.” Twilight said as she headed for the stairs.

“Twilight, don’t start,” he groaned as he followed her.

“What, can’t I give you a little advice here and there?” She said innocently as she walked up the stairs.

“Not without trying to warp everything so it works for you. It’s like my lemonade stand in Canterlot all over again.” He commented.

“I . . . I’ll admit that was a mistake, but I really just want to help, that’s all,”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Spike said as the two exited the basement.

Little did Spike know, his Odd jobs would set in motion a chain of events completely beyond his imaginings. With the flyers spread throughout Ponyville and Canterlot, there was many a pony that would be in need of his many services, but even more so, a few mares in need of some ‘services’ that held more rewards other than financial value for the young Drake.

Ch.2 Mixing Melodies

Author's Note

Hey everypony, Happy Hearts and Hooves day. I know you've all been dying for me to get this out, but my Chief Editor, Bennet sadly could no longer edit my stories for me since he had too much other things to do :fluttercry: . But fear not, for he recommended a friend of his to take his place, beirirangu, and it's because of him that I'm able to finally upload it and I would like to give him the credit he deserves for helping me.

Also, there are a few things I'd like to point out about the story before we continue. After reading some of your comments from the previous chapter, I'd like to set some things straight if it will ease your suspicions.

1) I didn't know at the time that there was a trend of Anthro Spike/Harem fics. I write Anthros because they're easier for me to write than actual pony form. While I could do Humanized, I would rather do this story in Anthro so I do not intend to change it, so sorry if that bothers some of you.

2) This story isn't about Spike starting a second Harem before his one with the Mane Six. There's more to it than that, and if you'll do me the pleasure of sticking with it a little longer, you'll begin to see it.

3) Finally, I know this has come up many a time, but I'd like to assure you all here and now, none of the mares Spike has slept with are pregnant. There's a reason for it, but that will be revealed in the sequel.

That's all for now. Enjoy the fic :moustache: .

Ch.2 Mixing Melodies

Spike couldn’t believe his luck. Not only did he get to attend a gig with his favorite DJ, Vinyl Scratch, and manage to share an intimate moment with her, but now he found himself making out with her beautiful roommate, Octavia. The two of them sat atop Octavia’s queen sized bed, completely naked, with their mouths pressed heavily against each other in a rough, yet passionate embrace. He couldn’t even begin to fathom how he gotten so lucky.

Fifteen Minutes Ago

Vinyl was sitting on the edge of her bed, still naked, with her head held down, her legs crossed, and her hands sandwiched between her thighs as her angry roommate paced around the room, ranting at her in aggravation. “Honestly, Vinyl, you couldn’t do that in your bedroom? You had to fuck Spike right in the living room, on our couch? I practice out there! We had an agreement! Any and all sexual partners, and any and all acts of sexual activity with said partners, would be performed and confined to the bedrooms,” Octavia raved as she hung her head down, slapping her palm over her eyes. “Celestia! Now, whenever I go out there, I’m gonna picture you two having sex!”

“I’m sorry, Tavi, I couldn’t help myself,” Vinyl said as she flung herself back, splaying herself on her bed, revealing her naked form without a hint of shame. “You should’ve been there, you should’ve heard him! That drake really knows how spin some beats. Just listening to him set me off, I had to bring him home so he could scratch my vinyl.” She said in a seductive tone as she curled into a ball and rolled around her bed, her body shivering as she remembered Spike’s artisan touch.

“Vinyl, please,” Octavia snapped as she turned away from her friend’s shameless depravity.

“Sorry,” the DJ chuckled as she righted herself and sat up on her knees.

“How do you even know Spike, anyway?” Octavia asked as she glared back at her friend.

“Oh... uh,” Vinyl stammered as she let her gaze wander around everywhere, except the Cellist’s gaze.

“Vinyl...” the grey mare trailed on, tapping her hoof on the floor, demanding an answer.

“Uh... remember yesterday when you came home and the house was all cleaned up?” Vinyl chuckled nervously.

“Yes...” Octavia nodded as she led Vinyl on to continue.

“Weeeeeeelllll, I didn’t clean the house. Spike did,” Vinyl answered with a weary grin.

“What!?” Octavia snapped.

“Yeah, I found this flyer in the junk mail pile for an Odd Jobs service. When I sent it through, he showed up and cleaned everything up. He even helped me fix up my latest track so I invited him to my gig and well . . . you know the rest. Well, actually you saw the rest...” Vinyl rambled on.

“So he cleaned up everything? I knew it was too good to be true. There’s no way you could’ve cleaned all that up, even with magic.” Octavia said as she shook her head.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Vinyl chuckled before a thought clicked in her head. “Wait a sec, how do you know Spike?”

Vinyl easily noticed the slight jerk her roommate’s body made, going rigid for a second and her face flushing red. “Tavi, is there something you want to tell me?” Vinyl asked as a devilish grin appeared on her face.

“Well, um... you see...,” Octavia stammered nervously as she turned her back to her friend, fidgeting with her fingers.

“Yes...,” Vinyl said, waiting on bated breath for Octavia to speak.

“Remember a few years ago, when I received a special summons from Princess Celestia?”

“How could I forget, the second you saw the royal seal on it, you passed out. I had to read it to you when you finally got up,” Vinyl chuckled.

The cellist gave a cough, trying to brush off the embarrassment the moment in question. “Yes, well, as it turns out, she summoned me because the assistant of her student, Twilight Sparkle, wanted to learn how to play the cello, so she sent for me. I wasn’t sure why, but it was a request from the Princess, so I wasn’t about to question it. We met and, of course, I was surprised to be face to face with a real live dragon.”

“He picked up the basics rather quickly, I was very impressed. Then we moved onto the more advanced work and he picked them up almost instantly. I was amazed! So for his final lesson, I had him put together a solo piece. When he played it to me... I don’t... I can barely describe it,” Octavia said as she wrapped her arms around her luscious form and swung her body around. “I felt my heart practically melting in my chest, tears blinded my eyes as my ears were filled with such beauty and elegance, that I never knew could be conveyed into music. I was completely moved in a way nopony has ever moved me before, like my body was a mere slave to his music.”

“Oh, I get it, alright,” Vinyl giggled, trying to stifle her laughter. “You got hit, just like me, the only difference, you got hit when he was fifteen!” Vinyl’s giggling turned into a full blown laughter.

“That’s not it at all!” Octavia snapped as she glared at the laughing mare.

“Yes it was,” Vinyl said as she fell on her side laugh. “What was it you said? You felt your heart melting, eyes tearing, when really it was your nethers flowing like the Neighagra falls!”

“No and stop laughing,” The cellist growled as she jumped on the bed, wrestling with the DJ, trying to shut her up. When she managed to get atop her, Octavia planted her hand over her roommate’s mouth and quieted her down. “Okay, listen, maybe it was like that, but I knew I couldn’t pursue him, not just because of his age, but also because he was into somepony else, a fashion designer named Rarity. I couldn’t compete with that, so I didn’t, and I let him go.”

After she explained herself, Octavia removed herself from Vinyl and sat on the edge of her bed, her head held down in shame and embarrassment. “Oh, c’mon, Tavi, it’s alright,” Vinyl said as she sat up and draped her arm around her downtrodden friend. “If it makes you feel better, he can’t be that into this ‘Rarity’ chick if I managed to get him balls deep in me, figuratively speaking, of course.”

“How’s that supposed to make me feel any better?” The gray mare deadpanned as she looked at her friend.

“It’s supposed to make you feel better because that means now you have a shot at him.”

“But he’s with you! You just had sex with him not ten minutes ago!” Octavia pointed out.

“So, I’m willing to share,” Vinyl smiled widely. “We’re roomies, what’s mine is yours and all that jazz. Besides, I’m not sure if I can say we’re “together” just yet.”

“Vinyl, I’m not like you, I can’t just bring some stallion or dragon home for a one night stand.”

“Why not, it’s fun!” Vinyl said happily. “Look, I know you’re a romantic; you want flowers, dinner under moonlight with music in the background, but let me tell you something, this ain’t one of your dirty novels you keep hidden in your closet, this is real life.”

“How did you know about those,” Octavia snapped, speaking softly through gritted teeth as her face went bright red.

“Doesn’t matter,” Vinyl stated, waving off her friend’s embarrassment. “What does matter is that you have a long lost flame sitting in our living room with, and, I’m speaking from personal experience, one of the biggest and fattest dicks I’ve ever had the pleasure of spreading me open,” Vinyl said in a hungry, lust-filled tone as her body began to shiver again. “C’mon, Tavi, forget about Mr. Right and go for ‘Mr. Still sitting half naked on our couch, ready for some more pussy’!” Vinyl said as she stood up with a look of determination in her eyes.

“But-”

“No buts,” Vinyl said as she swung her arms out in emphasis to not accepting Octavia’s resistance. “Tavi, Spike is out there. He’s probably waiting to apologize, and then he’s going to leave. Is that what you want? You let him go once, do you really want to do that again? Or are you going to stop acting so prim and proper for once, and just do something for you because you want it, no matter what anypony says? Cuz let me tell you something, that’s how you get to be happy. Just stop caring what somepony’s gonna think of you for doing this or saying that, and just do what you want. I won’t judge you for it and neither will Spike.”

Octavia sat in silence, twiddling with her fingers again, as she contemplated what Vinyl was saying. It was true. She normally acted so uptight and proper because she believed that’s what was expected of her. She lived in Canterlot, for Celestia’s sake; the capital city of Equestria. Here, where all the nobles and high society ponies lived, including the very Princesses that rule over the land. She couldn’t go walking around like some uncouth foal, but then she realized, that’s why she liked Vinyl so much, because she wasn’t like any of that. Vinyl had a bright spark in her that allowed Octavia to remember, for once, that she was just a normal pony like everypony else, no better no worse.

Sure, Octavia was a romantic at heart. She’d like to go on a date with a nice stallion who’d bring her flowers, take her out for a nice dinner under a moonlit sky, with stars shining overhead and beautiful music all around her, but who said all of that had to happen first? Vinyl was right, the drake of her dreams, the one who showed and played such beautiful music to her, was sitting in their living room, and she didn’t want him to leave, not yet. Vinyl had her shot with him. Now, it was her turn to get what she wanted. “You’re right, Vinyl,” Octavia agreed, standing up, brimming with confidence. “Time to get what’s mine! That is how you say that, right?”

“Yeah, that’s how you say it,” Vinyl laughed at her friends attempt to sound ‘street’. “Now go get ‘em, Tiger!”

Octavia gave stern nod as Vinyl opened the door, letting her friend go before following behind, to see how this turned out.

Spike was still sitting in Vinyl and Octavia’s living room, practically glued to his seat, still stuck in his boxers. He figured he should probably leave when Octavia essentially dragged Vinyl from underneath him, but Vinyl insisted that he should wait, before they left his sight. He could hear some of Octavia’s ranting from the couch before it went quiet for a long while.

He couldn’t help but feel uneasy about this whole ordeal. As his anxiety was getting the worse of him, he finally heard a door open before turning around and saw Octavia come into view. Spike instantly shot up as the gray mare made her way over to him. “Tavi, look, I’m sorry ab-” Spike was cut off as the beautiful cellist rounded the couch, and when she closed the distance, she planted her lips against his.

Spike’s eyes widened in shock as she aggressively pressed her body against his, and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands through his hair. Spike felt her tongue brushing against his teeth, practically begging for entry. While the drake was still somewhat surprised, he decided to go with the flow as he unclenched his jaw, allowing Octavia’s tongue entry into his mouth. When he felt her tongue writhing around against his own, he quickly took back control, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as his long, lithe tongue dominated Octavia’s, earning a hearty moan from her.

Spike used his free hand to take hold of Octavia’s luscious ass, groping and grasping the plump flesh in his hand. Octavia continued to moan as Spike dominated her form. She felt her body quickly giving in, and simply succumbing to his sexual prowess. He pulled away, but his tongue held onto hers, allowing them to tangle around each other in the open air, before he dove back in once more, and finally pulled back, leaving a single strand of saliva dangling between them. “Daaaaaaaaaaaaammmnnn,” Vinyl said in a slightly exaggerated tone. The two turned to see Vinyl leaning against the side of the hallway wall. “I gotta say, Tavi. Didn’t know you had it in ya. That was pretty hot.”

“I’ll second that,” Spike said as he and the gray mare looked back towards each other. “What was that?”

“That, was me not caring anymore,” Octavia said with a proud smile.

“Okay, but what does that mean?” Spike asked with a raised brow.

“That, my dear Spike, means that tonight, I’m throwing caution to wind, and we’re gonna have some fun,” Octavia said as she hopped up in the air, wrapping her legs around Spike’s waist and locking her arms together around his neck. Spike could barely react in time to pull his hands underneath her, catching her ass cheeks in the palms of his hands, making Octavia coo in delight, as she stared at him with lidded eyes. “I want you, Spike. And I want you now.” She said in her most seductive, lustful voice.

Hearing those words would set any guy off, and Spike was no different. He took Octavia and ran down the hallway, passing right by Vinyl. “Wow, this is turning out better than I expected,” She giggled to herself as she peeled herself from the wall, slowly following behind her two buck buddies. “This is gonna be good.”

Spike rushed down to the last door down the hall, luckily for him it was just the room he was looking for; Octavia’s room. It was a very sizable room, the bed located right in front of the door, which was all that Spike cared about at the moment. When he reached it, he plopped himself down on the edge and pressed his lips to Octavia’s, causing a squeal of surprise to erupt from her, before she returned the kiss.

As the two continued to kiss each other, hungrily and ferociously, they quickly peeled away each other’s clothes, scattering them around the bed. When they were both completely naked, they finally broke the kiss, panting and gasping for air. Octavia leaned her head down against Spike’s shoulder, listening to the powerful beating of his heart. “Wow, this is . . . exhilarating, I never thought I’d be doing something like this.” She said with a smile on her face.

“That makes two of us,” Spike agreed.

“Make that three,” Vinyl commented.

Both Spike and Octavia turned around to see their DJ friend lying on the floor next to the door, her back up against the wall with her legs splayed open, her fingers lightly tracing her lower lips, allowing some of Spike’s remaining seed to drench her fingers. “Vinyl, you’re not really going to sit there and watch, are you?” Octavia asked with a raised brow.

“Why not? Things were getting too good to just pass up,” Vinyl said with a smirk. “Besides, I’m not done with Spike just yet, but I’ve had enough fun for the moment. Spike can have a go at you, and then it’s my turn. For now, I’ll just sit back and enjoy the show.”

“Oh, we’re putting on a show for you? Fine,” Octavia said as she turned back to her draconic lover, “Spike, let’s put on show.”

“Sounds good to me,” Spike said with a shrug.

“Excellent, then in that case...” Octavia gave a pause before putting her hands on Spike’s chest, pushing him back onto the bed and straddling his chest. “Let’s put on a good show, shall we?”

“Gladly,” Spike said with a smirk.

Octavia smiled lustfully at him as she quickly spun around and repositioned herself so that her legs were on either side of his head, and her marehood was right above his face. “There, now you have something to play with,” The cellist said as she laid her body down onto his, with his raging hard on inches from her face, “and so do I.”

Octavia gazed in awe for a moment as she grabbed the base of Spike’s rod, feeling it twitch at her touch. “Wow, it’s so hot, I can’t believe you were hiding away something like this,” Octavia said as she began to stroke her hand up and down his length.

Spike felt his breath begin to speed up under the gray mare’s tender touch, but he wasn’t one to just lie down and take it, and he was certainly more than happy to give it. Spike focused his gaze on the glistening marehood just inches from his face, pulling his hands up to her flank and began massaging her posterior, earning a moan from the young mare. He continued groping her flesh in wide circles, spreading her holes open, ever so slightly, before closing them again. Octavia was shivering slightly from Spike’s touch, having never felt anyone tend to her body in such a way. She then decided to up the ante as she pulled Spike’s member up to her mouth and let her tongue fall out to full length, before giving it a nice long lick from base to tip, sending a jolt down Spike’s spine. She continued to lap and suckle along every inch of his shaft, making him groan in pleasure, and when he was nice and slick, she took the final step, as she opened her mouth and began to take Spike’s prick into her warm, wet orifice.

Spike’s breath got caught in his throat as he felt Octavia’s tongue writhing around his head, as she started bobbing up and down. As much as he wanted to enjoy Octavia’s treatment, he didn’t want to leave her disappointed. He spread her cheeks wide open, revealing her puckering hole and lower lips in one go, while slithering out his thin, lithe tongue, running circles around the outer rim of her marehood and against her sensitive clit. Octavia began shuddering as she felt his tongue slithering around her nether region, her body gave a gasp and a slight jerk when she felt Spike’s tongue wrap around her love button, tugging and lapping at it. When her clit was nice and swollen, Spike pulled it away, before pressing his entire muzzle to her muff. Octavia’s moans quickly escalated as Spike’s tongue delved deeper inside her love tunnel, dragging it around her walls, feeling them attempt to tighten around his thin assailant.

On the sidelines, Vinyl was sitting back and definitely enjoying the show. She watched intently as Octavia took Spike’s dick deep in her mouth, going at him with as much enthusiasm as what she’d otherwise only reserve for her cello. While she couldn’t see Spike’s work, listening to Octavia’s hearty moans and shrieks gave her enough of an idea about how Spike was doing. All this sexiness was fueling her own horniness, as her fingers were pressing deep into her folds, while her other hand idly groped one of her breasts. She sat there, breathing heavily, moaning and panting as she felt her fingers pressing against her walls, listening to the nasty, sloppy sounds emanating from her pussy, while her fingers churned the remnants of Spike’s seed around inside of her. She occasionally switched hands so she could taste the baby batter on her fingers, which only served to make her long for another round with the young drake.

Back on the bed, both the drake and the mare could feel their limits approaching, but neither wanted it to end like this. Octavia was the first to pull herself free from Spike’s phallus, continuing to stroke it with her hand. “Spike, I... I think I’m r-ready for you.” She panted in a near breathless tone.

“Oh I know, believe me,” Spike said as he pulled himself from her crotch, licking his muzzle of her delicious nectar. Octavia smiled as Spike pulled himself from underneath her, while she positioned herself on the bed, her upper body lying chest-down, while her rear was high up in the air, her tail raised up high, giving him the perfect view of her empty, waiting slit. Spike positioned himself behind the mare, standing on his knees as the mare presented herself to him, her marehood oozing love juice onto her sheets, winking at him with want and anticipation.

“C’mon, Spike, hurry,” She pleaded as she looked over her shoulder and gave her rump a sexy shake.

“You want it that bad, huh, Tavi?” Spike chuckled as he took a handful of her right cheek into his grip.

“I’ve wanted it for longer than you know, and I don’t want to wait anymore,” She said, practically begging as she pushed her rear back, rubbing her entrance against his tip and wrapping her tail around his waist, urging him on. “Please, Spike. Give it to me.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Spike said happily. With Octavia already pressing herself against him, Spike got a hold of her hips and, in one fluid motion, bottomed out inside her. Octavia threw her head back, releasing a high pitched scream as she felt Spike’s spear spreading her walls open. Octavia quickly felt her body shudder as she purred, feeling Spike’s member throbbing inside of her.

Spike couldn’t help but groan, himself, as he felt Octavia’s walls tightening around him, accommodating his length and girth. Without another word, Spike started thrusting at a nice, manageable pace, Octavia moaning in pure bliss as her hips matched Spike’s rhythm. Finally she had what she wanted. Just her and Spike in this wonderful, intimate moment; her body feeling empty as he pulled out, longing for his reentry, until he finally thrusted back in, making her feel so full and content. Her body was crying out in pleasure with the Dragon of her dreams. What more could a mare ask for?

“Oh Spike, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted this,” She cooed, panting in her euphoric bliss.

“I think I can guess; you’re so tight,” he groaned as he let go of her hips, leaning over her form, his chest now hovering over her back as his hands placed themselves on either side of her head, now thrusting deeper inside her.

Octavia gave an audible gasp before biting into her sheets, trying to silence herself. Spike soon felt Octavia’s walls convulsing and tightening around him. “S-Spike, I-I can’t hold on much l-l-longer,” Octavia moaned as she felt her encroaching orgasm.

“Me... me e-e-either,” Vinyl panted shakily, causing Spike to look up and see Vinyl ferociously fingering her pussy, sitting in wet splotch of her own juices. “S-Spike, hurry! M-make Tavi cum! I w-want to see... see her cum!”

Not wanting to disappoint either of the beautiful mares, Spike pulled his hands back and grabbed Octavia’s legs, pulling the mare up; revealing her full form to the white mare on the floor, and giving her a front-row seat to Spike’s ravishing thrusts. “Y-Yeah, that’s more like it,” Vinyl gave a hungry, lustful gaze at her friends as she pressed both of her hands against her gushing marehood, forcing her orgasm to hurry and reach its peak.

Octavia screamed in total ecstasy as she pulled her arms around Spike’s head, holding it over her shoulder as Spike continued to pound her nethers. “Spike, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Octavia cried as she felt the pressure reach its limit.

Without another word, Octavia arched her back as her orgasm came crashing down on her, releasing a stream of juice onto her bed. Vinyl’s orgasm was right behind Octavia’s; she arched her back up, pushing her lower body off the ground and pressed her hands against her flower as a gush of juices doused her hands, forming a small puddle underneath her. Both mares found their muscles locked in place as their bodies shook violently, riding out their orgasmic waves; breathing heavily and panting for air. After a few moments, Octavia fell forward, onto the bed, while Vinyl crumbled on her back, both lying in their cum. Spike took a few calming breaths before he slid himself out of Octavia’s grasp, gaining a slight shudder from her. “T-That was... amazing.” Octavia said with a smile.

Even though her body wasn’t yet responding properly, she managed to push herself up, on shaky arms. She turned to face Spike, but quickly noticed his member was still rock hard. “S-Spike, yo-you didn’t cum? Was I not g-good enough?” Octavia asked in a worried tone.

“No no no no, it’s not that,” he assured her with a light chuckle. “You were just so into it, I wanted you to enjoy yourself.”

“Y-You mean you cared more about my pleasure over yours?” Octavia asked in a surprise.

“Wow, talk about a Gentledrake,” Vinyl said as she plopped onto the bed, hugging Octavia from behind. “Seriously, Tavi, I may not like your taste in music, but your taste in men is definitely top notch.”

“True, very true,” Spike said smugly, feeling a slight bump in his ego.

“So, you liked it, huh, Tavi?” Vinyl asked with a somewhat mocking glance.

“Yes, that’s the best I’ve felt in a long time,” Octavia said with a content smile.

“Good, cuz now it’s our turn to make Spike feel good,”

“But I thought you wanted another go?” Octavia asked.

“Oh, I do, but it doesn’t count if Spike doesn’t cum inside you, so I got an idea...” Vinyl explained, leaning into her roommate’s ear, whispering her plan.

Spike watched in curiosity as Vinyl explained her little plan in secret. Octavia’s face went from a light blush to beat red as her eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, I like that! I like that very much!” Octavia said happily as she gave a vigorous nod.

“Done strategizing?” Spike asked with a raised brow.

“Yup, but we need the bed for a moment, so give us some room, and then you can have your fun,” Vinyl said with lidded eyes.

Spike shrugged his shoulders and complied, giving the mares the room they required. With the bed now cleared, Vinyl and Octavia moved atop the bed: the white mare moving down and lying flat on her back, while the gray mare positioned herself atop her friend, her tail high in the air and moved to the side. In this position, Spike’s eyes went wide, seeing the mares embracing each other, their breasts pressing together, and their pussies lining up. “How’s this look, handsome?” Octavia asked as she and Vinyl looked to Spike with seductive gazes.

“I think I’m looking at my new favorite kind of sandwich,” Spike said as he licked his lips with anticipation.

“Uh uh,” Vinyl said as she wagged her finger. “You’re not the hungry one here, Tavi’s pussy is; since you didn’t fill her up before, now you gotta make up for it.”

“Agreed,” Octavia said as Vinyl grabbed her flank, pulling her roommate’s cheeks open, spreading her pussy open for Spike’s viewing pleasure. “You fed Vinyl’s, now mine wants a taste, too. It’s all yours.”

Spike gave a snort of green flames as Vinyl and Octavia’s words quickly excited him. Wasting no more time, Spike hopped onto the bed, electing a squeal of excitement from the two mares as they bounced a few inches off the bed. Standing up on his knees, Spike positioned himself behind the mares, lining up his member with their waiting slits. Instead of going straight for Octavia, Spike decided to have a little fun with them both. Without warning, the drake thrusted his dick between the mares’ lips, causing the two to shriek as they felt his rod scraping against their clits.

“S-Spike, you c-c-cheeky bastard,” Vinyl moaned, her body shivering against Spike’s thrusts.

“This coming from the mare that was playing with herself, while watching her roommate getting plowed.” Spike commented.

“Fair enough,” Vinyl agreed.

“C’mon, Spike, don’t be a tease,” Octavia told him as her hips began to push back, sliding her pussy against the top of his shaft.

“Alright, I was just foolin’ around,” he chuckled. Pulling back, Spike realigned himself at Octavia’s entrance, and, in one thrust, bottomed out inside of her. Octavia moaned in bliss as Spike started thrusting hard and fast, while Vinyl released her own set of pleasure-filled moans as Spike’s thrusting cause both her roommate’s clit and nipples to smash and rub against her own.

“That’s it, Spike, don’t hold back,” Vinyl told her.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grunted, continuing to pound and thrust with great gusto, glancing down at her. “Although, I don’t think it’s fair that Octavia is the only one to enjoy herself.”

“Unless you sudden grow another dick, I think I’m at a loss, here,” Vinyl chuckled.

Oh trust me, that wouldn’t be good for either of us, He thought himself, not letting his nervousness let on. “No, but I got something else that’s just a good.”

“Oh yeah, like whaaaaahhhhh . . .” Vinyl exclaimed as she felt something cold and flat pressing against her marehood. She instantly looked down to see the spade end of Spike’s tail being soaked in her juices. Vinyl moaned as her body melted under the firm but gentle caress of Spike’s tail. Vinyl leaned back, the spade running up and down her slit, teasing her clit. “That’s some tail you got. I wonder if it’s as big as your dick, though?” She said with a smile.

“You tell me,” Spike said as he pulled his tail back slightly, aiming the tip at her entrance. With his tail nice and slick with her nectar, he gently prodded her lips and began to push it in. Since Spike’s never done something like this before, he decided to take it easy and slowly push it in.

Vinyl’s groaned as she felt her walls spreading open around the spade. It certainly wasn’t as big as Spike’s member, but it was a pretty close second, and with her walls already tightening around it, she was gonna ride it for all it’s worth. “Alright, you win, start thrustin’,” she demanded enthusiastically.

“With pleasure,” Spike said as he pulled his tail out, only to thrust it back in. He worked a nice, even rhythm between his dick and his tail, making sure neither mare was left wanting. Both mares moaned and screamed as Spike continued thrusting away, their bodies racked from pleasure; the sensations blocking out all but the basic of cognitive thoughts. Vinyl looked up at Octavia’s closed eyes, her own practically glazed over with lust, she caught sight of the gray mare’s lips, and licked her own, hungrily.

“Tavi,” Vinyl called with bated breath. Octavia managed to tear her eyes open slightly, just enough to see Vinyl leaning up and claiming her lips with her own, in a strong, passionate kiss. The cellist’s eyes widened slightly for a moment, before quickly reciprocating into the oral embrace. She didn’t hesitate to open her mouth, allowing Vinyl’s tongue entrance, moaning tenderly as she caught the aftertaste of Spike’s seed on her friend’s wet mussel. Their tongues didn’t fight for dominance, but for the simple desire to add to each other’s pleasure, if only by a little.

Spike growled as he noticed the smoke pouring from his nostrils, warning him of his impending orgasm. He didn’t want to finish alone, and he could feel Octavia’s walls beginning to tighten, signaling that her own orgasm was coming soon, but that’d mean Vinyl would be the one left out, unless he pushed her over the edge. Then, a thought clicked in his head, remembering something he read about unicorn physiology that he always wanted to try. With Vinyl still making out with Octavia, he had the perfect distraction, and angle, to put his plan into action.

With a motion as quick as a whip, Spike shot his long serpentine tongue out, wrapping it around the base of Vinyl’s horn. The unicorn instantly recoiled, releasing her kiss with Octavia, as well as a high pitched shriek of both surprise and pleasure. Vinyl’s eyes tightened as she felt Spike’s tongue slithering up and down her horn, sending her body into a sensory overload. She knew full well that while a unicorn’s horn was their conduit for magic, it was also a surprisingly sensitive erogenous zone, and to have it being licked and played with, was driving her crazy. Octavia could only watch as Vinyl’s body writhed around beneath her, her muscles ceasing up, almost as if she were having simultaneous orgasms, one after another.

Before she could say anything, she felt Spike thrusting harder and faster than before, causing her to slump over and hold onto Vinyl, bracing herself against Spike’s onslaught. Feeling Octavia’s arms around her, Vinyl locked her own arms around her friend to try and control herself, but she couldn’t. She felt not only her orgasm coming, but a massive buildup of magic in her horn. “S-S-Spike, I-I-I’m cumm-ming... I’m cumming!” Octavia told him.

“Me too, I’m gonna cum so hard! I’m cumming!” Vinyl screamed.

Spike gave a few more powerful thrusts before he finally hilted himself and his tail, feeling his release finally arise. The three of them shouted in unison as their climaxes erupted. Spike poured shot after shot of his hot seed deep inside Octavia’s flower, glazing every inch of her walls in his pure white essence, while both Octavia and Vinyl released a massive torrent of their own juices against not only Spike’s lower abdomen, but Octavia’s bed. At the same time, Vinyl also released a flashing burst of magic that sparkled overhead, like a mini fireworks display.

The three stayed locked in place for a moment, panting heavily as they came down from their euphoric highs, and when they finally did, Spike fell back onto the bed, sliding free of Octavia’s pussy, allowing both of their excretions to flow from her while she collapsed atop Vinyl, before rolling off of her to her side. “T-Tha... That was... fuck,” Vinyl chuckled like a lunatic. “I... I can’t even feel... feel my... anything.”

“Yeah, me... me either,” Octavia giggled in agreement.

“Spike, y-you... you still w-w-with us?” Vinyl asked, trying to look up, but her body still wouldn’t respond.

“Yeah, I’m still here," he chuckled. “That was... crazy.”

“I’ll say,” Vinyl agreed, as she felt her body slowly calming down. “Not that I didn’t like it, but next time, give a girl a little warning before you go for a damn hornjob. I thought I was gonna die for a second.”

“Would you believe me if I said that was my first time trying that?” He asked as he sat up, crossing his legs.

“Aw, I was your first, now I feel tingly all over, well more so than right now,” She said, laughing at her own joke. “Hear that, Tavi?”

“Don’t rub it in, Vinyl,” Octavia said before giving a loud audible yawn. “I’m exhausted.”

“Yeah, me too,” Vinyl said with a content sigh.

“Well, I guess I’ll just-“

“No you don’t,” Octavia and Vinyl said as the former grabbed Spike’s tail, stopping him.

“But I gotta go or my... sister is gonna kill me.”

“Don’t care.” Vinyl told him.

“You’re gonna stay with us at least till we fall asleep, then you can go.” Octavia said with a seductive smile. Spike couldn’t say no to those eyes, and he was pretty tired, himself. He knew better than to fly when he could pass out, and crash land, not to mention, Twilight would be in bed already, so he could easily sneak in without her noticing. “Alright, you win,” he sighed with a smile.

“Yay! Snuggle time,” Octavia said as she clapped her hands together giddily.

Octavia, being the only one of the two that could really move, scooted to the side, letting Spike take the middle. Vinyl managed to regain some strength and turn to her side as Spike wrapped his arms around them, and they wrapped theirs around him. Laying their heads against his chest, Spike quickly drifted off to sleep. But before slumber took her, Octavia closed her eyes and said, “Vinyl, before I forget, since you started all this, you’re gonna clean up this mess tomorrow, including the couch.”

“Mmm, you know you’ve had a good fuck when shit like that doesn’t even phase you,” Vinyl said carelessly before drifting off to sleep. Octavia gave a groan to her friend’s comment before following hers’ and Spike’s lead into dreamland.

A few hours later

Spike slowly drifted awake, he wasn’t sure what time it was, only that he needed to get home. After he managed to stealthily free himself from the two sleeping mares, the young dragon got dressed and headed out, making sure to leave a small note thanking the girls for a good night, and that he’d like to get together again, before taking to the skies. He was glad he took that short rest, or he would’ve been in trouble getting home. The air was breezy, the night quiet; the only lights were Luna’s brilliant stars, and her beautiful moon. After a nice, long, quiet flight, Spike made it home safely. After sneaking in, thanking Celestia that Twilight was asleep, the young drake headed down to his room, dropping onto his bed, still in his clothes.

The next morning, Spike was still sound asleep, his mind housing a very pleasant dream about the two musical mares he’d just spent a lovely night with, when suddenly, a familiar voice began to fill his mind, “...ke ...ike ...Spike!”

The drake groaned as his eyes slowly opened, his vision blurred by the remnants of sleep still clinging to him. A purple blur stood before his eyes, slowly beginning to focus into Twilight, standing with her arms crossed, looking down at him. “Now, see. This is more like it. Me coming into your room to wake you up, because you wanted to sleep in,” She said, somewhat smugly.

“Hahaha, it is to laugh," he joked carelessly, closing his eyes; trying to let his body sink back to sleep.

“No no no, it’s time to get up, you’ve got chores to do. Plus, you’re supposed to help Rarity at the Boutique, today, remember?” Twilight told him. Just hearing the name ‘Rarity’ caused Spike to pounce out of bed, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

“That’s right, Rarity needed me to help her get her new line ready for Hoity Toity, today.”

Of course, it’s just that easy, Twilight thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. “C’mon, go wash up so we can eat, and then you can tell me how last night went.”

Spike’s ears perked up as he gave a slightly nervous chuckle. “Yeah... I can’t wait to tell you about it.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow in confusion before Spike darted off upstairs. She wasn’t sure what that was about, but simply dismissed it and followed after him.

Canterlot Castle

At the same time, back in Canterlot. The regal Alicorn princess of the Sun sat at her desk, attending to some mundane paperwork. While she was a Princess, and made sure to handle matters of state, she couldn’t help but feel bored when such trivial matters were brought to her, when most other ponies could, and should, be able to handle such domestic disputes, themselves. As her eyes trailed over one such matter, a knock came to her door. “Please, come in,” Celestia sounded as she turned from her desk to her bedroom door.

A quick second later, a unicorn mare, dressed in a maid’s uniform, walked in, holding a small stack of envelopes and a small box in her hands. “Princess, the mail has been sorted, would you like it now or later?”

“Now would be nice, thank you,” Celestia said, beckoning the maid forward, anything to distract her from her work. The maid walked over and handed the mail, giving her a respectful bow before leaving. “Now let’s see...” Celestia looked to the package first and saw that it was addressed to her dearest sister, Princess Luna.

Celestia turned toward her bed as she called out, “Lulu, there’s a package for you.”

Celestia watched as a lump in her bed began to stir and move before the Alicorn princess of the night rose from the bed, her ethereal mane a mess, completely topless. Luna gave a loud yawn and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she looked at her sister. “Hm, what was that, Tia?”

“Sorry to wake you, but there’s a package for you,” Celestia said as she used her magic to give the box to her dreary sister. Luna took the box and opened it, only to have her eyes nearly pop out of her head, with a wide grin on her face.

“Oh most wondrous of days,” Luna exclaimed as she dug into the box, pulling out a small set of sex toys. “Our new toys finally arrived!”

“New toys? After all the fun we had last night, you’re still pining for more? Oh Lulu, you wound me, aren’t I enough?” Celestia joked.

“Of course you are, dear sister, but with these, the fun shall be doubled!” Luna exclaimed as she looked over her new plastic playmates.

Celestia giggled to herself before turning back to the mail. After going through it, she came across something interesting, a flyer. Spike’s Odd Jobs? It can’t be my Spike, could it? With her curiosity aroused, and as a concerned parent, Celestia felt she needed to investigate this matter. “Luna, I’ll be back in a little while, I need to look into something,” Celestia said as she stood up, staring at the flyer. “And if you’re going to play with your toys, do it in your room, understand?”

“Yes, Tia, We understand,” Luna said as she watched her sister walk out of the room. When the door clicked closed, Luna smiled down at her toys. “Okay, which shall We try first?”

Luna pulled up a double sided dildo, both with tiny nubs along the shafts. She flipped a switch in the middle of the toy, causing it to vibrate and writhe around in her hand. “Oh yes, the fun shall truly be doubled.”