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.

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.