"Don't move an inch, Sweetie. I don't want to miss," Spike whispered to the trembling girl laying on her back before him.

"O-ok, but please be careful, Spike. I'm really scared that this is gonna hurt," she squeaked, covering her mouth with her hooves.

Spike slowly moved forward, licking his scaly lips as he focused on his target. Sweetie wanted to close her eyes, but she wanted to look at the same time. After all, it was the first time, and a girl never forgets her first.

"I'm sliding it in, Sweetie."

"Be gentle, Spike…"

Sweetie felt it slide inside of her, and she couldn't hold it in.

"Ah~!" She cried out as the metal piercing slid inside the hole in her navel.

"Aaaand, we're done. See? That wasn't so bad," Spike said as he sat up with a smile.

Sweetie Belle sat up as well, checking the piercing and seeing that Spike had inserted it perfectly.

"Thanks a lot, Spikey. Magic is useful, but it gets a little tricky when dealing with little stuff. I'm surprised that your claws did such a good job."

Spike let his chest puff out, feeling prideful from the complement.

"Yeah-yeah, I am awesome, but I'm the one who should be surprised. Who would have thought that such a good, A+ student would get a belly piercing."

Sweetie blushed, puffing her cheeks and producing an adorable pouty face.

"So? You assume that I couldn't get a piercing? I do have an adventures side, you know," she protested, folding her fore legs and turning her head away.

"Pfffffffft! Sweetie, you nearly had a stroke that day you were two minutes late for the first bell. Sometimes I wonder if Twilight's tight-flankedness rubbed off on you during her little lessons."

Spike followed his observation with a series of hearty laughter, which only caused Sweetie's agitation to grow in her chest. Just when she was about to give him a shot in the chest, an idea came to her. She composed herself, flipping her mane and crouching down like a kitten.

"Well I may be a 'good girl' to everyone else, but you know me a little differently, don't you?" She purred, crawling up to Spike and wagging her tail seductively.

This took the big lerpy dragon out of his laughter, and put his attention on the girl currently doing a bang up job in seducing him. Sweetie giggled, fluttering her lashes and crawling up Spike's body, using his belly as a comfy cushion. She propped her head up on one of her hooves as the other drew circles on Spike's scaly chest.

"Of course I'll only show my 'bad girl' side to you, Spikey boo. Unless of course, you don't like my bad side," she emphasized by giving Spike big, puppy dog eyes.

Spike gulped loudly, suddenly feeling his mouth go dry.

"Uh, well, I wouldn't say that I dislike it….I guess," he replied, suddenly sounding shy.

Sweetie wrapped her hind legs around Spike's waist, squeezing him tightly.

"Well, you know there's only one cure for a bad girl, right?" She asked, insinuating something naughty.

"Oh? A-and, um, what's that?"

Sweetie moved in close so that her mouth was an inch away from Spike's ear.

"A spanking of course," she whispered.

A sudden increase in heart rate caused blood to surge through Spike's body, carrying with it large amounts of adrenalin. His eyes became slits, his mouth flooded with saliva, and every muscle in his body became tight as knots. Suddenly, Sweetie Belle was indistinguishable from a large gem, and all he could think of was devouring her.

Sweetie felt something hot poking her stomach.

"Is that a sapphire, or are you just happy to see me?"

But Spike couldn't answer. He grabbed her up, turning around and pining her to her bed. Sweetie's eyes widened as she took in the sight of this new Spike.
His eyes were wild, his mouth open, revealing his glistening sharp teeth. His forked tongue slithered outside his mouth, and his muscles were all flexing, making him look more big and imposing than Bulk.

Her first instinct should have been to scream, but she didn't, nor did she want to, that would come latter. She realized that she may have pushed him too far, but she didn't care. Thoughts of how he was about to ravish her were the only thing she was thinking of. Would it hurt? Would she bleed? Would he be mad or grossed out if she did?

From the looks of him, it didn't look like he was going to care, and neither did Sweetie. It was natural for a guy to want to throw down the girl he loves and toy with every inch of her, and while she was very nervous, she couldn't help but want that too.

She closed her eyes, turning her face away.

"J-just don't hurt me too bad," she cooed to whoever was listening.

She suddenly felt his hot, slick tongue make contact with her collar bone and work its way up her tender neck, over her soft, marshmallow cheek, finally stopping at her ear lobe.

His left claw moved down her side, suddenly gripping her flank, the tips of his claws slightly digging into her rump.

"A-AH!" She moaned from the sensation on her butt.

Spike silenced her squeals by locking his mouth to hers and wrapping her tongue up with his own like a constrictor. Sweetie's muffled moans filled the room, growing louder as Spike groped her harder. His legs pried open her hind legs, getting ready to complete his conquest.

"Here he comes! Don't scream-don't scream-don't scream."

'Ding dong,' came the door bell.

Spike reared his head up, bumping it on a shelf and knocking over a vase of flowers. The cold water inside spilled on his head where it sizzled from the heat and broke his feverish lust. He sputtered and shook his head around as if woken from a deep sleep.

"Wha? Huh? What happened?" He asked, looking around before his eyes fell of the pony under him with her legs open.

Sweetie scrambled to cover herself, realizing in a flash that this was the original Spike.

"S-Sweetie Belle!? Whaa, did I do something!?"

"N-NO! I mean, you kinda….It doest matter. What in Equestria happened to you?"

Spike wiped some of the water from his face, taking a breath to compose himself.

"I think…my dragon greed boiled over."

"Dragon greed?"

Spike used a claw to nervously scratch the back of his head.

"Yeah, I dont really understand it myself, but basically when my inner greed rears up I loose sight of myself and turn into someone else."

While she didn't understand it fully, it made sense to Sweetie. She had heard about when it happened to him some years ago.

"Something must have made me feel greed. What was it, Sweetie?"

Her cheeks turned red. She couldn't tell him that her sexy display had pushed him to become a sex crazed Komodo dragon. She quickly scrambled for something to tell him.

"Uhhhhhh-"

'Knock kncock.'

"Sweetie Beeeeeelle. Is Spike still here? He has a visitor," came Pearl's voice from the other side of the closed door.

"Uh, yes mom! He'll be right down~!" She called to her mother.

She looked to Spike, who shrugged, not knowing who would be coming to see him at his girlfriend's house. Sweetie gasped, remembering the sexy jewelry in her belly button.

"Spike! I need you to take this out of me!"

Spike jumped a bit, quickly scrambling to Sweetie's navel. Sweetie leaned back, keeping her hind legs closed. Spike paused in his un-doing of her piercing, smelling a strong, yet strangely familiar scent on her.

"Uh, are you sure we didn't….?"

Sweetie sighed, suddenly feeling her embarrassment return.

"T-trust me. If we had, I probably wouldn't be able to talk right now."

Despite himself, Spike couldn't help but feel his masculine pride swell like a balloon.

Spike and Sweetie went to the front door, opening it to find a light orange filly with a puffy, carrot colored mane. Her bright blue eyes glistened with the youthful exuberance of…….youth.

"Pumpkin Cake, what a surprise," Sweetie said to the cute little one.

"Hi Sweetie Belle! Hi Spiiiiiiiiike," she greeted, sounding more infatuated with her greeting to Spike.

Sweetie rolled her eyes. She had known for a while that the filly had a little crush on her dragon. And no, she didn't feel threatened by that.

"I haven't seen you since Pinkie's ' random excuse to throw a party party'. How do you like being a fifth grader? Sweetie asked, trying to break the filly from gazing a hole in her drakefriend.

"It's ok. Pound has been acting like a jerk ever since he met his stupid guy friends," she admitted, sounding frustrated.

Pound and Pumpkin had been the most inseparable twins. They played together, they slept together, they even ate from the same plate.

Spike chuckled.

"I went through the same thing. He's just at an age where he wants to hang with his boys. But don't worry. You're his sister, and there'll always be a place for you."

Pumpkin swooned, feeling more taken by Spike simply talking than the wise advice he was giving. Spike picked up on the vibes she was throwing (the heart shaped bubbles floating off of her being a big give away). He looked away, scratching the back of his head.

Sweetie looked on with a blank stare, using her horn to pop one of the heart bubbles.

"EH-HEM! Was there something you wanted Pumpkin?" She asked, trying not to sound too annoyed.

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Spike, I wanted to return a history book to Princess Twilight."

"Then why didn't you go to the castle?"

"Meh, auntie Pinkie said that you would be here, and I thought 'save myself a trip'," the filly explained.

"Aaaaaaand, how did Pinkie Pie know that I was here?"

"How does auntie Pinkie know half the things that she does?"

"Good point," Spike and Sweetie said in unison.

Pumpkin took out the book with her magic and passed it to Spike.

"Well, I'd love to stay and talk, but mom needs me to help with the muffins…again," she groaned.

"Is Derpy off the wagon again?"

"With a passion," she said simply.

Spike and Sweetie waved good bye to Pumpkin Cake, who was moving her flank a little more than was necessary. Sweetie looked up at Spike, who was smiling as he watched the underage foal strut off. She got a wicked idea to tease her perverted boyfriend.

"Soooooo, Spike, is that what you're into?"

Spike snapped out of his thoughts.

"What?"

Sweetie dawned a haughty look.

"Honestly, staring at a child like that. Do I need to contact the authorities?"

"What, Pumpkin? No way. I was just thinking that it was kinda funny," he replied.

"Funny? She's practically proposing to you."

"No no. It's just that it seems like only yesterday that she and Pound Cake were running around in diapers. Now they're in school. Applejack is having a baby….and I'm still re-shelving books," he said, sounding a little disappointed in himself.

Sweetie suddenly felt bad for teasing him. As his girlfriend, she should have known that perverted stuff wasn't the only thing on his mind (for the most part).
She wrapped her forelegs around his waist, nuzzling his ribs.

"Don't be such a big silly, Spike. I'm proud of you no matter what. As long as you don't start hooking."

Spike chuckled, kneeling down to hug her back.

"I don't think I would get many "clients"."

"Don't be so pessimistic. I could make a killing if I started tricking your sweet, scaly ass out around town," she teased with a giggle.

They both laughed, but quickly grew silent as they looked at each other. Spike gently ran his claws down the side of her mane, tussling her curls.

"I love you…Sweetie Belle," he said to her in that mature, sexy voice that always made Sweetie feel weak in the knees.

"Shut up and kiss me, ho."

She closed her eyes. Spike placed a claw under her chin, tilting her head up as he leaned in to kiss her. He was just about to make contact, when he caught sight of the clock tower.

"Holy wow! Is that the time!?" He blurted out, causing Sweetie to jump.

"I'm sorry Sweetie, but we gotta call it a day here."

Sweetie looked over her shoulder at the tower.

"Call it a day? But it's only five-thirty."

"I know-I know, but I-I-Ieeeeeee-I mean, you need to get ready for school tomorrow," he explained, obviously hiding something.

Sweetie tilted her head to the side confusedly.

"School, really? You just said I'm an A+ student, and it's not like I'm going to bed anytime soon."

"Yeah, but….I don't want to distract you. Twilight's always saying that a studious student's mind should be on…studi…ing."

Sweetie cocked an eye brow.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Spikey, but you sound like an old stallion."

"Only because I care about your future. You're smart, you're talented. Take this old stallion's advice, Sweetie."

Sweetie sighed. No matter what she said, Spike could be very stubborn.

"Ok, Spike. I have some work to do anyways," she conceded.

"There's the good girl I fell for," he said, giving her a kiss on the base of her horn.

Sweetie dawned a wicked little grin, using her magic to pull his head close so that her mouth was once agin next to his ear.

"I'll save the 'bad girl' for next time," she teased, garnishing her words with a nip to his soft ear flap.

Spike blushed as he stumbled goofily from the house. As Sweetie closed the door to her room, she contemplated on what Spike said, and the meaning behind his words. It was clear that he wanted her to succeed, but that was because he thought that he would fail.

She had talked to him bout it in the past. She wanted him to go to school. Not just because she wanted to attend classes with him, but because she knew that he had so much potential.

The problem was that he had been assisting Twilight ever since he was old enough to sort. He was comfortable in what he did, but it was also holding him back. But that wasn't the only reason. Spike never admitted it, but he was at times uncomfortable with being a dragon. He feared that because he was so different that no one outside of those that knew him would accept him, and because of that he had resined himself to being Twilight's assistant for life.

He didn't say it out loud, but Sweetie heard it loud and clear.

"Be all that you can be, for both of us."

Sweetie slumped. She knew that she was going to have to have a talk with him about the topic, but for now she had other business to attend to. Tomorrow was monday, and the first day that she was going to introduce Silver Spoon as a new friend to Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.

Sweetie had assured Silver that the others would accept her, now all she had to do was make it happen.

~Latter, at the Castle of Friendship~

"Ok, Spike. Who was the second ambassador to the griffon empire after senator Ruffle?" Twilight asked her assistant as she sat behind her desk.

"Uhhhhhhh…I know this….senator Maryweather?"

"Oh, I'm sorry…that is…..correct!"

Spike sighed, slumping back in his chair.

"Very good, Spike. Though I'm not surprised, considering who your tutor is," Twilight stated with nerd like pride.

"Thanks again for the help, Twi. I don't know why, but I feel so nervous."

Twilight giggled to herself as she arranged some flash cards in front of her.

"Well you shouldn't be, as long as you don't blank on the day of the exam. But I still don't understand. I gave you your diploma years ago. Why the sudden desire to attend school?"

"It's uh…..complicated," he explained.

Twilight smirked.

"Uh-huh. Would this "complication" have anything to do with a certain white pony? Does that ring any *bells*?"

Spike suddenly looked like he was hiding a play mare as he quickly stood up and moved towards the door.

"Uh……………NO!" He blurted, quickly exiting the room and shutting the door behind him.

"Ah, to be young again," Twilight said to herself

Twilight giggled once more before sighing nostalgically. As she was putting the flash cards away, her eyes fell on a stack of old letters, all from the same stallion. Her smile quickly turned to a more somber expression.

It had been six years to the day since he was killed in action defending the crystal empire from a faction of changeling rebels.

He not only gave his life to protect the crystal ponies, but also Twilight herself.

Even after all these years, the thing she regretted most wasn't just his passing, but the feelings that she never got to share with him. She was younger back then, and it felt like there was all the time in the world. What she wouldn't give for just one chance to tell him everything she wanted to back then.

But Twilight smiled.

Yes, she was sad that he was gone, but she had learned a lot from Pinkie Pie. One of the most important things, was to be happy that she was able to have such feelings, even if they were sad ones.

She smiled at the stack of letters, kissing them gently before placing them back in the drawer. The princess of friendship then put her fore hooves together on top of the desk, resting her chin atop them and looking at the door.

"He's gonna change the world. As long as he doesn't oversleep."

Author's Note

Things are not all rainbows and gum drops for our intrepid couple. Bright futures can have 65% chances of showers.

What the hell is he talking about?

Stay tuned to find out!