“How’s dinner?”
“-Oh. It’s good.”
“I’m glad. Finding decent veggies at the market this time of year is kinda hard.”
“Yeah, I’d imagine so.”
Twilight and Spike chewed a mouthful of food in unison, neither of them looking at the other.
‘Twilight must have something important on her mind. Research, or a report to Celestia. I guess I’ll leave her to herself after dinner, no way-‘
‘-Spike would be thinking about anything else. He spends all day inside, and I know he’s got that picture of Rarity by his bed. He’s probably daydreaming about her right now.’
Another minute of relative silence passed, save for the sound of Spike’s cutlery clanging against his plate, and Twilight’s quiet chewing. As she swallowed a mouthful of green beans, Twilight raised her head, looking towards Spike properly for the first time since she’d sat down. Spike was staring right back at her, and both of them turned their heads instantly, gazing intently at their plates again.
“You did a good job on this corn, it’s really sweet.”
“Thanks.” Spike poked with his fork at the veggies still left on his plate. “It’s really all in how you cook it.”
“Huh.”
Clink.
The next few minutes dragged by in silence.
“Do you want me to help with the dishes?”
“No, that’s okay, I can take care of it. Don’t you have a report to write to Celestia anyway?”
Twilight blinked with her eyes wide, then nodded her head perhaps more than was necessary.
“Oh, right! Yes, I do. I should go work on that then… If you’re sure you don’t need any help.”
“Go ahead. I don’t have any plans for the evening anyway.”
“Thanks, Spike,” Twilight said with a small giggle. She smiled and dipped her head close to Spike’s face, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. The dragon flushed red instantly, and Twilight’s skin turned a shade of pink through her normal lilac as she pulled away. Spike’s scales had tickled her nose with their scent, the smell of young unwashed dragon hitting her with a mixture between cut summer grass and polished gems.
“Um… I’ll come down in a bit after I’m done,” Twilight blurted before turning and quickly making her way up the stairs to her bedroom. Spike turned his head as he watched the unicorn go, sighing softly as the hot water began to pour from the tap into the sink filled with dishes.
Twilight gave her own sigh, leaning against the door as she closed it. She slid to the floor, sitting on her flank and hind legs and closing her eyes as she leaned her head back.
Spike. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking about him… that way. Meals didn’t have to be that awkward – hadn’t been that awkward until just recently. She knew the sensible thing to do was to carry on as though everything were normal, instead of avoiding the dragon’s eyesight simply because every stare sent tingles up her back.
Any feelings for the dragon beyond the sort of sisterly affection she had built up over time were the furthest thing from what she had intended. She had taken care of him since he was just a hatchling – raised him and looked after him, and their relationship had formed in a sort of odd way, with Spike serving as her assistant, as well as one of her closest friends. The bond between them was already strong – so why did she have to go and ruin it with thoughts like these?
Twilight groaned in frustration and hammered her head back onto the door with a loud thump.
She could pinpoint where it had started. It was just a few weeks ago, after Spike had asked politely but awkwardly if there was some way he could go about having his own bedroom, rather than sleeping in Twilight’s room. The request had surprised her, but after thinking about it, she’d realized it was quite awful to expect a growing dragon to share his sleeping quarters with a female room-mate. Twilight had drawn up plans, and the new addition to the library arrangement was put together soon thereafter – and as Twilight was putting the finishing touches on the assembly of the dragon’s bedroom, he’d run up to her and gushed with thanks, jumping up into a surprise hug that she’d returned without hesitation.
The combination of thoughts in her mind was what had done it. Though in the back of her head, Twilight was aware there was a very concrete reason a young boy might want a bedroom all to himself, she’d pushed it away while there was work to be done. In the instant of that hug, the thoughts had come back in full force, and Twilight had blushed as she wrapped her legs around Spike’s body, shivering slightly as he nuzzled his spines into her neck. The display of affection was one that might not be out of place from one sibling to another, or perhaps from a young colt to his mother – it made sense that it shouldn’t have brought Twilight a second though. But she had been thinking too much, and from that day onward, the thoughts had only gotten worse.
She felt terrible about it. Every time she caught herself staring as Spike made his way around the house, his youthful purple and green body tantalizing her as he busied himself with his chores, Twilight caught herself and a wave of guilt would always follow. But she couldn’t help herself.
The attraction wasn’t purely physical – it couldn’t be really. Spike was a dragon, and the natural inclination for a pony was to be attracted to other ponies. Though… Twilight bit her lower lip as her thoughts wandered. There was something exotic about the idea of being with Spike. Physically, he was still young… and maybe that added to the excitement even more. His body was still growing, and though he had a long way to go, Twilight could already catch hints of his burgeoning adolescence creeping through. The way he’d manage to lift a heavy load of parcels with strength he hadn’t possessed the day before. The way his tail was growing, stretching out as his frame lengthened. The texture of his scales that Twilight felt against her fur as she found an excuse to hug him. The scent of polished emeralds and sweat that cascaded off his scales after a day of chores in the sun.
Twilight drew a deep breath and lifted herself from the ground.
She had a while before Spike was expecting her down.
As she made her way over to her bed, Twilight tried to remind herself. There was something more to it than some perverted fetishism of Spike’s features… she had to convince herself of that. It was an affection than ran much deeper, after all. Spike had been with her through so much in her life, there wasn’t anyone she could imagine caring for more, aside from perhaps her parents – and that was very different. She’d been there for Spike’s first birthday, his first Winter Wrap Up, and so many more milestones she could only hope to keep track of them. She… she felt like she wanted to be his first no matter what. In the same way she had guided him through life with the strongest concern and gentle instruction, she could picture herself doing the same for… more. A common picture flashed through Twilight’s mind: her hooves on Spike’s shoulders as she kneeled down to him. The young dragon’s eyes were wide in surprise as Twilight leaned her face to his, pressing their noses together.
“Spike,” she said. “I… I love you, so much. And I want to show you.” Spike opened his mouth to interject, but before a word could escape, she pressed her lips to his. The kiss started awkwardly at first, Spike’s mind reeling from the sudden gesture, his mouth still struggling to abandon the words it was forming. Eventually though, the heat of Twilight’s affection pressed through, and Spike let his lips part a bit, sighing as Twilight pressed her face forward. The world stopped turning for a moment, the two of them locked in a display of the purest love, Twilight’s body tingling from the knowledge that she was here, now, sharing a kiss with the dragon who had been her closest friend, and with luck, would be much more someday.
Twilight opened her eyes to find herself with pursed lips, leaning towards nothing. She shook her head, sending the fantasy away and bringing herself back to reality.
There was no reason to suspect that anything she imagined could ever be real. Ever since she had noticed him in that way, Spike had seemed… distant. Almost like he wanted nothing to do with her. Twilight had tried to convince herself it was just a product of his age, that growing from youth into adolescence was the culprit. She’d made a temp to pretend things were normal – but the more time went on, the more awkward the conversations became, and the more Twilight caught herself pining for Spike each night before she fell asleep. She almost wanted to tear herself out of bed and run to Spike’s room, grabbing him and holding him close and explaining everything, letting her confession flood out like a torrent, in the hopes that the strength of her love would be enough to make everything alright.
But, she knew Spike had other plans.
There was only one pony that could keep his attention, and that pony was not Twilight.
She’d hoped his affection for Rarity would turn out to be a passing schoolboy crush, or something that the unicorn would eventually diffuse of her own accord – but still time had gone on, and no such thing had taken place, and so Twilight had contented herself to her frustrated fantasies and wistful thoughts of something that could never be. It made her heart ache, most of the time… but other times, when she thought differently, it made her feel something else.
Twilight closed her eyes, and pictured Spike, lying next to her in bed. He was smiling, and he looked so sturdy despite his size, as though no matter the fears and worries that assaulted Twilight in her times of greatest sadness, he would be there to make everything better. He always had been. She pictured the two of them embracing, wrapping her forelegs around his diminutive body tightly and pulling him close. She could also smell him, and feel his warmth against her body. The softness of the blankets underneath coupled with the tantalizing stiffness of his scales made Twilight sigh into her pillow. She loved everything about Spike, and his scales most of all – they felt so delightful as they rubbed against her fur and skin. She wanted to hold him and lick all along his neck and chest, and taste every inch of his jewel-textured body-
Twilight pulled herself back for a moment. If she was going to get lost in another fantasy, she may as well make the best use of her time before Spike expected her downstairs. She hoped he wasn’t too bored waiting for her return – she did tend to lose track of time when she got… excited.
Spike, in actuality, was upstairs in his own room, just across the hall from Twilight’s. Twilight hadn’t visited much since the room was installed – the picture by his bedside had long been replaced.
Spike sighed as he traced a claw longingly over the frame of the photo. Twilight’s smiling face beamed back at him. Her hair was draped down over her neck like lilac wreath, and it was waving slightly in the wind. The picture had been taken just before the pair had moved from Canterlot. Though the photos of the unicorn since she had made her new friends seemed much more jovial, this one had always been Spike’s favorite. Mostly because it looked as though Twilight had taken it just for him.
Spike felt foolish. He knew that wanting anything more than what was with Twilight was ill-advised. They had known each other for so long, and nothing gave him even the slightest indication that Twilight saw him as anything more than a child – a baby or at most a son to be looked after. Spike had never known his proper family, so the boundaries of familial affection were left to his speculation. He knew, though, that the way he felt hot inside when Twilight hugged him must not be right. It didn’t happen with anyone else. Only when he pressed his face into Twilight’s fur and smelled the scent of her mane wafting over his senses did the onrush of heat overtake his body. Every time, he could only pray Twilight hadn’t noticed, averting his face as soon as possible so that she wouldn’t see the way his cheeks had brightened. Once or Twice he’d turned his entire body to hid a far more obvious sign of his attraction.
Twilight was right that he’d wanted his own room for a particular reason. What she wasn’t aware of, however, was that Spike had been pining for his own sleeping place for a while before he’d worked up the courage to ask. Sleeping in Twilight’s room had been almost like torture.
Every night, knowing she was only a foot away, that if he woke up he could reach out and feel her soft violet fur, or run his claws through her mane or exquisite tale, had been too much to bear. He’d almost done it, once or twice, but always chickened out at the last second. Instead, he’d simply stand there, his body’s response to his longings standing at full attention as the moonlight had bathed the object of his affection. Twilight looked so peaceful when she was sleeping, with her hair tousled around her head like a crown of purple. Her tiny little snores made Spike want to leap onto her bed and bury himself in her sleeping embrace. She was so perfect, and so beautiful.
Given the nature of their relationship, Spike knew he should be especially ashamed. Wanting Twilight was like lusting after his teacher, or mother. The level of their connection and trust was so deep, it made Spike hate himself every time the thoughts went through his head. But he couldn’t help it. Something about the way Twilight was so gentle with him – the way she smiled when she saw him in the morning, and the way her laugh sparkled when Spike managed to tell a particularly funny joke; everything about the unicorn made Spike want her more. He’d tried to drive the thoughts from his head, but there was no hope. He always wound up the same at the end of the day, cursing his lack of willpower as he dreamed of lying next to Twilight, the two of them sharing a bedroom again, but with only one bed.
Spike felt especially ashamed when he… touched himself. He couldn’t help that any more than the fantasies, but it seemed especially wrong. With no parents, he only knew about masturbation what he’d learned from his own research. What he had mostly learned was that it felt amazing, especially when he thought of Twilight. Especially the very few times he had done it just a few feet away from her, stroking himself furiously as he stared at her chest as rose and fell with each breath the unicorn took as she slept peacefully. Those times, Spike had needed to muffle his mouth with one hand while he came, spraying his sizable load into a blanket which he washed first thing the next morning. That was part of why he had finally asked for his own room – the idea being that if he was further away from the object of his affection, it might finally be easier to keep himself from such acts of depravity. It had kept him from touching himself next to Twilight, but the absence had only made his affection grow stronger, and most nights he found himself quelling his frustration in his bed, with a picture of Twilight for aid. Or, something more helpful he had discovered recently.
Twilight had taken to morning jogs several weeks ago, and as a result had decided to go full-blown into proper fitness preparedness; which in Twilight’s case meant a schedule, work-out calendar, and pre-exercise routine. It also meant exercise clothes.
The first time Spike had seen one of Twilight’s outfits hanging out of the laundry hamper he had done a double take before examining it. Twilight was out for the day, but he had still given a full survey of the room before he picked up the sweat-drenched garment. He’d hesitated only a moment before he’d pulled to his face and inhaled deeply, almost swooning from the overpowering scent of unwashed Twilight that reeled from the clothing. As a dragon, Spike’s sense of smell was particularly acute, and the smell of Twilight’s sweaty body consuming his senses was enough to make him hard instantly. Spike had run to his room for privacy, and cum in only minutes while holding Twilight’s exercise outfit to his face, pressing the fabric to his nose and once, as he came, against the tip of his tongue. The taste had been enough to make him explode instantly. Since then, Spike had kept one of the outfits in his room, which he used at least every other night.
He knew it was wrong. Even a dragon falling in love with another pony was something that was frowned upon, as he realized during his crush on Rarity. He’d gotten over it, eventually, but ponies around town still taunted him about it when given the chance, and Twilight seemed to think he still spent every moment pining over the fashionista unicorn. Well, better she think that than know what he really spent his time thinking about.
Thinking about Twilight had gotten him distracted. There was probably enough time before Twilight wondered where he was… and anyway, she was busy with her report to Celestia, or something like that. Already half-way ready, Spike reached under his small bed and pulled out the light-pink piece of clothing.
Twilight was an intellectual, primarily. She mostly valued the company of others for their minds, and personalities. Her affection for Spike was very much the same – there were many things about him that she loved, from the way he could make her laugh even on the bleakest day, to the way he always humoured her when she explained some particular complicated piece of mathematics, despite the fact that he knew full well there was no chance of understanding it. But, all that being said, Twilight was still a pony, and she knew the way an eyeful of Spike’s rapidly growing body made her tingle was a purely physical reaction. She’d tried to convince herself otherwise at first. Taking the plunge from aching love to a full on obsession with Spike had seemed too shameful to let herself give in to. The first time she’d found herself with her hoof between her legs while an image of Spike toweling off after a shower ran across her mind, she’d tried frantically to force herself to sleep. Tossing and turning for an hour had let her continue under the pretense of necessity, but she convinced herself it was okay by saying she hadn’t thought about Spike while she’d done it. Well, not all that much, really. Maybe at the end. Maybe she’d thought about what his face might be as they came together, sharing their first time in a burning heat of passion and love.
The thoughts had become addictive soon after, though Twilight had tried her hardest to keep them away. Though she had seldom found the time for self-pleasure before, it seemed like now it was every night she caught herself biting down on her pillow to keep her moans from carrying through the wall as she rubbed herself, gushing in ecstasy as she imagined Spike’s eyes closed in a groan of concentration, the look that might be on his face as he plunged inside her. After a while, this had stopped. The rubbing herself part, that is.
Twilight didn’t know what she would do if somepony had discovered it. She knew everyone kept secrets, some darker than others. Most of hers were secrets she wouldn’t hesitate to share with her friends or parents. One or two might require a little prodding. This, however, was one she was content she would take to her grave.
The bottom drawer of Twilight’s dresser opened with a glow from her horn, revealing a host of outfits and garments. She gave a cursory glance around the room, even though she was certain the bedroom was empty but for herself. After making sure she was alone, Twilight slid her clothes to one side, and with a glow of magic, opened the secret compartment in her dresser between the floor and the bottom drawer. A small cardboard box was inside, which she levitated out before putting the drawer back into place. The light of her magic flickered around the room as she lifted the lid, revealing her most shameful possession.
It looked just like what she imagined. Though… perhaps a little bigger. Spike was, for all intents and purposes, still quite a young dragon. Size didn’t matter to her though… she had simply chosen something sizable to get her money’s worth.
The object was about six inches long. It was green, though Twilight was certain that a dragon’s organ was most of the time a more organic fleshy colour. The base was wider than the length of the shaft, enough that she could plant it on the ground or her bed if she wanted to, though having magic to move or hold it was often far more enjoyable. Ah, and… along the length of the shaft at intervals were several lengths of spines. Not large enough to be intimidating, though Twilight had certainly felt squeamish the first time she had seen them. No need to worry, the pony at the dimly lit store had assured her. The spines were completely anatomically accurate, and more than safe for an excited pony to use. Though, she had warned, it was best to make sure everything was sufficiently ‘prepped’ before getting carried away.
Twilight had never had that problem. The second the thing was out, she was thinking of him, and her body’s reaction naturally followed.
Even though it was just plastic, Twilight liked to immerse herself in the experience. She floated the sizable object up to her face, taking in the sight of it as though it was her first time seeing it. Even at six inches, it seemed large. Twilight was sure there was no way Spike would be anywhere near that big, given his stature, though she desperately wanted to test her hypothesis regardless. As she hovered the dildo in front of her face, she closed her eyes and imagined examining Spike as he lay back on the bed, his manhood standing proudly out from his body. Twilight closed her eyes, and gave the tip of the head a little lick. In her mind, Spike squirmed as she traced her tongue over his flesh. She felt like she could taste him. Tangy, youthful dragon sweat and the tart feel of his flesh on her tongue. Spike was so hard and rough everywhere else, she wanted to see what he felt like down there. Would he be just as hard? She wasn’t sure what would be better.
Twilight moved her mouth forward ever so slightly as she kept the picture in her mind. The tip of the head pressed against the flat of her tongue, and she wrinkled her nose slightly at the texture of the plastic. It might be good for getting the job done, but for foreplay, the dildo was simply insufficient. That was why it was here only as a substitute… she knew that if her dreams came true, and she was with Spike, she’d spend as long as possible exploring every inch of his body. She’d pay as much attention to his taste as she could, running her tongue all along his length, savouring the flavour and sending the dragon into a world of ecstasy before their first time had ever truly started.
That would do for preparation. Twilight could feel the wetness between her legs, and in the back of her mind, she knew Spike was expecting her. Though, he probably had other things on his mind.
Spike was lying on his back in bed, the blankets folded underneath him as he looked down at his erection. He managed to surprise himself sometimes – whether it was because of the force of his attraction to Twilight, or just from his body’s natural response, his own size was sometimes a bit of a shock. Not as big as a pony’s, he had to tell himself – but for a young dragon, his length was more than proportional. Experimentally, Spike placed on of his claws aside his throbbing member. The thought of Twilight was always enough to drive him almost immediately into full blown arousal, and the fact that he had spent time pining instead of taking action meant he was particularly hard. And particularly sensitive too, he realized with a cut off gasp as he slid his claw up and down the side of his cock, stroking the skin lightly. A dribble of precum oozed out the tip of his head as he stroked lightly, not taking the whole thing into his hand yet. He wanted to make everything feel as good as possible, and the more time he had to spend with Twilight in his mind, the better his orgasm would inevitably feel.
Twilight… she was so perfect. And so unattainable. Lusting after her was like lusting after the Princess, or even worse. Equally impossible, but even more… wrong, in a way. Twilight was like his mother, or sister. But, the way she was so nurturing and careful… it made him think that if any of his fantasies every did come true, they’d be just as amazing as he’d pictured them. Twilight would wake up one night, the one night he’d decided to sneak into her room to watch her sleep. He’d be hard through no fault of his own. It was a natural reaction around Twilight – he wouldn’t be touching himself, just watching her sleep, savouring the sight of her graceful body as each breathe shifted the blankets overtop her fur.
Twilight would open her eyes groggily and turn her head to find Spike standing there, and, too shocked to run, he’d babble an incoherent excuse, backing away slowly. But Twilight would smile, and levitate him off the floor with her magic, bringing him into the bed next to her. The heat of her body would wash over him as they touched, and Twilight would nuzzle into the side of his face before cooing soothingly into his ear. “Spike, it’s okay… I know how you feel about me, and it’s okay. I want you to lie here with me… just let me feel your body for a moment.” And Spike would nod, dumbfounded, and wrap his tiny arms around Twilight as he curled into her back, the two of them sighing contentedly. Twilight would notice his obvious arousal though, and giggle before pressing her body back, grinding her fur against his erection.
“I can take care of that too, Spike, if you’ll let me.”
Spike groaned to himself as the words danced through his mind. His hand was wrapped firmly around his shaft now, and he had begun to stroke up and down timidly, knowing already that if he went too far everything would be over before he wanted.
“Twilight…” he murmured, stroking himself with his eyes closed.
“Spike…” Twilight moaned, face buried in her pillow as she arched her back over the side of her bed. The tip of her substitute Spike was hovering at her entrance, already lubed from the generous slickness her body was producing. She teased the head along her lips, sliding it up and down and making it slick. Every few motions, she slid the tip up over her clit, gasping each time and pressing her mouth harder into her pillow to keep from being too loud. She wasn’t certain how soundproof the walls were, and in the heat of her imagination, she didn’t often stop to think about whether or not somepony could hear her – or if Spike could. Twilight moaned and poked the head against her hole again, letting just an inch slide inside before she pulled it back out.
What if Spike walked in, and found her like this? Bent over and rubbing herself lewdly, teasing herself with the head of a cock she wanted so desperately to be Spike’s.
“Twilight!” he’d gasp, pausing in the door way but growing hard immediately. And Twilight, instead of being surprised, would turn to him and open her eyes wide, pleadingly.
“Spike,” she’d say, her voice sultry and begging. “I didn’t mean for you to see me like this… but I need you. I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long, to hold you and kiss you and take you and show you how much I love you…”
Dumbfounded, Spike would stand in the doorway before Twilight lowered her dildo and turned from her bed towards him. She’d move before he had time to react, and jump on him, pinning him to the floor as she stared into his eyes. His brilliant emerald eyes. And then she’d kiss him, and it would be just like she’d always dreamed, hot and electric and a mixture of love and the strongest passion she’d ever felt, and she’d shelter Spike’s body with her own, losing herself in his lips against hers, and the two of them would moan and press their bodies together. A tear would slide down Twilight’s cheek, just one, and Spike would wipe it away, trying to ask what was wrong before she kissed him again.
Twilight was sliding more than half the shaft inside herself now, letting out a long continuous moan into her pillow as the lightly spiked length ran along her lips before plunging into her wetness. Her flank moved back with every thrust, though she kept the full size of the object outside, not wanting to feel full just yet. Her moans were a jumbled mess of incoherent noise and, occasionally, Spike’s name dragged from her lips against the white fabric of her pillow-sheet. After a minute more of teasing, she finally plunged the whole thing inside, and the base of it touching against her body made her shudder, practically screaming into the bed. Please let the walls be soundproof,she thought to herself as she drew fake-Spike back before hammering forward again, grinding her hips back onto the spiny girth buried inside her.
Spike’s hand was a blur on his shaft as he arched his back, moving his hips with every third or fourth impact of his claw as it impacted the base of his cock. Finally, he picked up the workout suit from arm’s reach and held it to his face. The scent made his cock twitch instantly, leaking another dab of precum as he stroked himself harder. Twilight’s sweat, the amazing fragrance of her unwashed body on his face, it was enough to drive him crazy. He gave a lick to the still damp material with his forked tongue and imagined tasting Twilight, the real Twilight, having her sit with her marehood just inches away before he buried his face in her wetness. The sound of her moans in his ears was heaven, and he increased the speed of his tongue movements as he continued to touch himself, grunting occasionally into the clothes held to his face. He inhaled deeply again, and the smell of Twilight’s body blurred his thoughts. He wanted Twilight, he wanted everything about her. He wanted to feel her mouth against his so he could run his tongue inside it, tickling at the tip of hers and licking playfully at her lower lip before the kiss broke. He wanted Twilight to wrap him in her embrace, so much bigger than him but still so soft and gentle, letting him pepper her chest and the inside of her legs with kisses before he found her slit, dripping wet from excitement and waiting for him. He wanted to hear her squeal with her hoof over her mouth as he lapped at her clit, drawing his long tongue expertly along her moist pussy, teasing along her entrance before sliding inside, tasting a wash of her juices as she squirmed on his face.
Spike could feel himself getting close. In his mind, Twilight was pulling his face away before lying on her back, beckoning downward to her entrance, and Spike was lining himself up, savouring the softness of her skin and the wetness of her expectance before pushing himself inside. Even in his head, Twilight’s pussy wrapped around him was amazing, and he groaned her name into the clothes held to his face as he doubled his strokes.
A hallway away, Twilight was bent over on her bed, still hammering away at herself with the now completely soaked green and spiked dildo, panting and moaning to herself with each thrust. Her hind legs were shaking as she imagined Spike inside her instead of the hard plastic. She imagined his small scaly body against her stomach, the roughness of his scales rubbing up and down against her touch with each thrust. She imagined Spike’s face, eyes closed in concentration and ecstasy as he moved his hips, and her pussy clenched tightly around the dildo as she thought about how Spike would look, just inches away from cumming.
“Inside, please Spike, I want to feel you, just like this,” she begged to her fantasy, sliding the shaft in and out of her hole. She could feel her hotness growing, and the familiar sensation that began to appear, starting from her loins and working its way through her whole body, like a torrent of waves gathering at a dam before it broke. “Spike,” she moaned into her pillow.
“Twilight,” was Spike’s unheard answer, clenching his teeth on Twilight’s uniform and inhaling the smell of her sweat-soaked skin as he arched his hips higher, claw gliding up and down his head and shaft as his balls began to tighten, preparing himself for orgasm.
“Spike!” Twilight finally screamed, planting the dildo inside for one last thrust as she came, her juices leaking down over the base and onto the floor beside her bed. Her pussy clenched tight around the shaft, and the spikes pressing into her walls sent jolts of pleasure along her body, her back arching as the throes of her orgasm overtook her body, the thought of Spike climaxing inside her locked firmly in her mind.
“Twilight!” Spike groaned, still stroking rapidly as a thick rope of cum spurted from his cock and flew to the end of his bed. The second and third followed suit, spraying the foot of his bed and the carpet beneath with hot white cream, Spike’s body shaking as he imagines Twilight moaning into his shoulder as she cums with him, wrapping her legs around his body and locking him in an embrace as the feeling of completeness and unparalleled passion washes over them.
Both of the pair spend a minute collecting their breath, panting as the remnants of their orgasm subside. After a moment of cleanup, they each open the door to their bedrooms, meeting each other in the hallway. Spike and Twilight both open their eyes wide, not expecting to run into one another so shortly after their sessions. They both blush, and turn their heads away.
“Oh hey, I uh… I was just going back downstairs,” says Spike, tapping one of his feet against the ground idly.
“Yeah, me too. Weren’t you waiting for me to finish… uh, my report, I mean.” Oh no, did he hear me?
“Oh, uh, yeah, but I thought of some… reading, I wanted to do. So I came upstairs for a little bit.” She didn’t hear me, did she?
Several seconds of silence passed before the two looked at each other again.
“Actually… I’m feeling pretty tired. I think I might call it an early night.” Spike yawned as though to emphasize his point, stretching his arms above his head as he did so. The yawn was contagious, and Twilight caught herself doing the same, leaning her head back as she suddenly realized how tired she was.
“That’s a good idea… I think I might do the same.”
The two made their way back to their bedrooms, both of them pausing at the door.
“Twilight-
“Spike-“
They spoke at the same time, and blushed awkwardly when they realized they had interrupted one another. Another several seconds of silence passed before Spike piped up.
“Good night, Twilight. Sleep well.”
“Good night Spike,” Twilight answered, smiling. “I hope you sleep well too.”
The sound of their doors closing muffled their sighs as both of them leaned against the wooden frame.
Maybe some day, they thought in unison.
