Author's Note

Triggers: Twin Dick, Interracial(light), New OC

Bestial Hope

Surefoot breathed in the cool night air, a case of bottles tucked in firmly against his side. However, as he let it out he shook in fear. Guess you don’t simply leave a place like that unscathed. He shook his head furiously to try to clear his mind and fight off the fear of his four hour walk home.

Rustle.

He swallowed hard as he picked up his pace. He’d been mugged once on this road before, and that had been because he’d stopped. But not this ti–

Scrape.

This time the sound was closer, and he could distinguish the direction. He turned to the right and saw a blur in the shadows for just a moment. He decided it would be better to live than to get laid and dropped the case as he broke into a full sprint.

There was never a crash though. Odd.

(A few days later)

Spike yawned as he put his broom away. He was up late cleaning the library after Pinkie just had to have one of her parties to celebrate something. No idea what it was, but at least it was fun. He picked up the last slice of cake and licked his lips while he scraped some of the buttermilk frosting off.

Knock.

Spike turned to the door, his claw still stuck in his mouth. Only one thing would want in at this time of night, and that meant he probably wouldn’t be keeping his cake. He sighed as he walked over and opened the door. Standing there was a pleasant surprise, Big Mac. “What are you doing here so late?”

He grimaced and handed Spike a note. with a flick of his claw it opened and he almost dropped his cake. A lifetime with Twilight had almost made him allergic to handwriting this bad. It was a set of bullet points though, and he had worked with Big Mac before. “A letter?”

“Eeyup.”

“For whom?”

“Spitfire.”

Spike raised an eyebrow at him. He glanced back at the note and nodded solemnly. Big Mac could write of course, but whenever he wanted to make sure a message was understood correctly or done in the right manner, it was Spike’s job to make sure of it.

“I hear Apple Bloom is doing well.”

“Eeyup.”

Spike grimaced to himself as he brought out a large quill that only he used because the rest were too small for his large claws. “Are you sure? You sound a little shaken there.”

Big mac swallowed hard. His and Apple Bloom’s encounter was being kept very quiet, and only Redheart and her psychiatrist knew about it for the moment. They had even kept it a secret from Granny, in fear of giving her a heart attack. “Eeyup.”

“Alright. Here ya go big guy, and have a nice night. Don’t stay out too late.” Spike breathed a sigh of relief as he picked back up his cake. At the same time that he held the moist piece up to his lips, he also saw two glowing red eyes in the night. They steadily came closer, and with them, the clanking of bottles.

“Here.”

A large, gray hand grabbed the cake and Spike could hear it being eaten in the dark. “You wanna come in? I bet you could have something more to eat. I know you’re starving half the time.”

A rough, deep voice replied back, “Would you rather I commit more of my acts?”

Spike let out a sigh. “No Crack, I wouldn’t.”

“Good.” The large diamond dog walked into the library, the light allowing his features to come into view. Even amongst diamond dogs he was large, possibly taller than Big Mac, and definitely taller than Spike. His thick gray hair covered his hulking frame which always made the drake think about viking ponies. Then there was the mark of his rank. The glowing red eyes of an alpha diamond dog.

Crack scolded himself for scanning the dragon’s form as he always had to. They had fought on their first encounter, something about protecting Rarity. After the long bout and a humiliating defeat by threat of fire, the two had become tentative friends. He knew the strong muscular body, the green and purple scales that glistened in the light, and the large leathery wings that mares seemed to at least find interesting. And what do I have? Large, soft, paws.

Spike grinned as his friend let out a sigh. “At least you don’t have a long tail to trip over. This thing can be a real pain sometimes.”

Crack nodded as he scratched his chin. “Good for fight though. Trip opponent, hit opponent, bind opponent. However, I’m not here for fight today. I am here to trade.”

Spike’s eyes immediately connected with Crack’s. He had left the normal tunnels almost five years ago and had become a part time bandit to keep himself fed as he looked for a home in the light. He usually only stole food, and if he found something, he hoarded it. This had to be important, or worthless. Spike guessed from the hard lines set into grim face, it was the former.

He motioned for Crack to come closer and the dog put a box onto the table. Upon opening it, Spike felt fear and lust fill him at once as ten bottles of green liquid lay within. “Do you know what this is?”

Crack held one of the bottles up and sniffed it. “I smell, sex… and magic. Potion?”

Spike waited as he sniffed more. Crack was surprisingly intelligent, even with his stunted speech. However, Spike had asked him many times before to check his items before they examined them further, and he didn’t always remember. Saved our lives once. I really hope he checked to make sure this box wasn’t a bomb first.

“Dangerous potion. Very powerful potion. A potion,” A small glimmer appeared in his eyes, “full of hope.”

“I don’t think I would say that, but you’re right that it is powerful and used for sex. It is also dangerous though. Twilight got some notes from Nurse Redheart recently about this stuff. Very potent. In fact, potent enough to make most mares fuck anything with a full bottle. That is why I’m not letting you keep these.”

Crack let out growl. “Spike, don’t,” He stopped for a moment before letting out in a small whimper, “I am not lucky like you. No pony will ever look at me like you with Rarity. This, this is only way to show I am good lover.”

Spike bit the side of his mouth. “It’s not like I have Rarity knocking on my door for sex you know. Even after five months, she’s still going out with the stallion she hooked up with during mating season. And if any of the rumors are true, acting very different from most mares.” Spike sighed. “She never did believe in restraining her pleasures I guess. At least she isn’t an actual whore. Otherwise I would get some, though I doubt I would be happy.”

Crack put a hand on his shoulder. “Perhaps this allow you to prove better in bed then stallion. Put her in the mood?”

Spike smirked for a moment before his face fell. “I guess. And what about you? Did you wanted to use it on a diamond dog female so–”

“No! I would not waste something like this on those bitches!”

Spike’s claw clamped down on Crack’s mouth and the two waited. However, Twilight was upstairs, and Crack never grew too loud, even when screaming.

“Sorry. No, I plan on using it on one I love. One who means most to me. But I do not have option of date.” Crack sat down on a chair as his eyes and ears went down.

Spike sat next to him and wrapped a scaly arm around him. “Just… treat her well. Don’t get too hasty and forget that you need to prove that you are a good stallion, not just a good lover. Make it about her. They’re tips Shining gave me when I finally started going out with Rarity, in case she ever opened up to me for her lusts and fantasies.”

Crack glanced down at his soft paws before nodding solemnly. “Thank you friend. And if I am caught, and am tried, I wish for you to be the one to put me down.”

Spike’s breath caught. He knew he won the first time, but for Crack to actually ask him to do this… “Promised. And, good luck, with whoever she is.” Spike thought about it for a moment and rushed to stop Crack at the bottles

“Who is she?”

Crack shook his head. “No. My own merit. You have helped enough. I will claim my love myself.”

Spike nodded as he watched Crack take half of the bottles for himself. The dog left fairly quickly afterwards, and Spike groaned at the thoughts in his mind. He scratched at his spines before deciding to try to enjoy this little bottled hope that he had been given, instead of worrying about all of the complex shit that it meant for him and his friend.

Spike let out a sigh as his twin cocks slowly slipped out of their normal scaly sheath. He gently ran a claw along one and smiled as he thought of Rarity’s reaction if she ever saw the smooth scaled swords. They aren’t too large, but even Twilight almost had a panic attack when she first caught me enjoying my alone time. He winced at the painful memory that had been everytime he had been caught by Twilight, but it was quickly replaced by an image of Rarity in a marvelous black dress.

She walked up to him and placed a hand on his chest as he pretended to do the same. He had never been able to do more then touch her thigh in real life, but he had ravaged her many times in his fantasies. This time Rarity was the one to slip the straps of the dress off and reveal the sexy figure that lay beneath. From a tight rear to possibly augmented, large, firm breasts squeezed into a tight piece of black lingerie. The perfect contrast to her sophisticated air and white fur.

He started stroking himself harder and letting his inner fire be stoked as Rarity leaned in close for a kiss. Her large bosom pressed against his chest, and he forced his moan to stay down as he wished she were actually there, instead of with the other stallion.

With the anger coursing into his mind, he playfully pretended to toss Rarity onto the couch. He sat down and started to stroke himself faster as Rarity undid her bra and showed her large bosom fully exposed. Saliva started to fill his mouth as one of her manicured nails pinched nipple and the other ran down her stomach.

Just the thought of Rarity doing all of this was quickly getting the barely matured drake very close to off. His breath started to become heavier as Rarity spread her legs and he could believe moisture would be starting to soak through the thin silk panties. They started to inch lower and lower, the elegant mare simply smirking at him as she lifted them just enough to hide her glorious marehood. Any moment though, and his imagination would give him the release his twin cocks were so eager for. However, Spike let out a moan, a loud moan that always betrayed him on nights like tonight.

“Augh!” Spike’s vision almost went black as his balls suddenly were clamped in a magical vice he knew all too well from many other times he had lost himself in his fantasies. He glanced up at the purple face that was scowling at him.

“I need to see Nurse Redheart early in the morning and you decide to do that vulgar act? It is as if you don’t want me to be ready for her. Go to bed Spike, and if I see those again, I will do worse.”

Spike swallowed hard as Twilight’s mane spun over the banister and she went back to bed. He knew what worse meant, and had long ago learned to not finish himself these nights, no matter how much his crotch ached. That did not mean he was happy though.

“I’ve always assumed it was because Celestia was the one who taught you sexual repression, but at this point I swear you just hate us guys.” Spike still had no idea how Twilight almost ignored all sort of sexual stimulation. The only proof he had even found that she experienced heat was the soaked dots on her panties.

He laid his head back against the couch and let out a small stream of fire. His crotch hurt, and so did his pride any night he had to restrain himself like this. Doesn’t help that Twilight gives no shits about whether or not I’m turned on and sleeps naked despite the fact that I’m here. He let let out more fire in a silent attempt to vent frustration, but nothing worked.

However, that was when his eyes drifted to the case on the table still.

He smirked to himself. Only a little awakens a girl’s sexuality right? After all the torture she’s put me through with my sexuality, let’s see how she deals with her own.

He stopped midway up the stairs, a bottle and a dropper in his hands. Spike was about to drug Twilight, his practical sister, on purpose and without her consent or knowledge. The drake sat on the top step and glanced at Twilight, covered up under her sheets.

He slowly walked over and looked down at the already deeply sleeping mare that had raised him. Her soft purple fur, the mainly dark purple mane that ran down her back. Spike was a moment away from leaving her be when his crotch growled for her body. Spike bit back the sudden thought of ripping the sheets off of her and continued to stare at the beautiful mare in front of him.

He needed release, in one way or another. Spike stood over her for a long time, his dragons standing erect and waiting. They were not patient though, and with each moment his fantasies grew stronger. The fantasies of an absolute revenge for all she had done to him since he had finally matured.

Spike punched himself and spent tense moment watching Twilight. He had made his decision, and even if it was a temporary solution, Rarity would hopefully make it a permanent one. With the patience that only one who has had to re-shelve a whole library three times in one day could possibly have, he fed her a fourth of the bottle. A blush went across the purple face and a slight moan escaped her lips.

As he went back downstairs to sleep himself, he thought he heard a slurred name be whispered. He shrugged it off though, and curled up on the couch. It took him a long time, but finally he was able to fall asleep, only an hour before Twilight awoke.