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. 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