A Hint of Sparkle in the Eyes of Lulamoon

From upstairs, Twilight heard Spike yelp and a loud *THUD*, followed a series of thumps and grunts growing louder and louder, until the little purple dragon appeared at the top of the stairs. He kept running with his claws in-between his short legs until he was at Twilight’s presence. At her feet, Spike stood at full attention with all three salutes, in which two of them sprung up red and dripping with seminal pre-cum. Twilight gasped and reeled back from the sight of Spike’s unfinished business cropping back up in front of her, the topmost one throbbing achingly at her disgusted gaze.

“You know Twilight, you really should stop popping in like this without knocking.” Spike scolded her, slightly embarrassed. He shifted uncomfortably in his spot, trying his best to hide his undercover business from Twilight’s lawful presence. Unfortunately for Spike, Twilight’s disgust was as swift as her punishment. With a pincer-like magical vice, Twilight grabbed Spike by his cocks and pulled him into another room.

“Oww! Hey!! That really, REALLY hurts Twilight!”

Spike’s protest earned him another sharp tug.

Twilight kept her rough vice on Spike’s cocks until they both reached Twilight’s study area. She released her magical grip on Spike and magically slammed the door shut. Owlicious, who was quietly sleeping peacefully on his stand, flew up awkwardly at the slam and out the window, frighteningly hooting all the way. Spike fell onto his back, letting out a groan of pain. Twilight shut the window of Owlicious’s hasty escape and drew all the curtains of every single window in the study with her magic, plunging the pair into near darkness.

“”Uh, Twilight… what are you doing?”

Without a single word, Twilight lit a candle on her desk with her horn, filling the room with a warm, dim candlelight. Spike sat up and saw Twilight levitate a quill and start writing on a piece of parchment swiftly. He sat there, slowly falling into sadness as she stood there silently writing. Twilight put down the quill after making a short note and wrapped up the letter, turning around to face Spike. She floated the wrapped letter in front of Spike’s face.

“To Celestia. Now.”

Spike looked at the neatly wrapped letter floating in front of him, then looked up at the deadpanned face of Twilight Sparkle, leering down at him. He started tearing up slightly when he saw her face and realized what she was doing. “But… Twilight, I…”

“Now. Send it to Celestia now, Spike”

Twilight kept the same sternness in her voice, unwavering, and did not budge an inch. She held the letter right in Spike’s face without making any gesture. Spike sighed, and with a deep intake, he took the letter. He turned aside to burn it, sending the emerald wisps of magical smoke in the air, teleporting the letter to Princess Celestia. Twilight quickly turned around and sat on the ground, back facing Spike. Spike stood up, tears quietly rolling down his cheeks, senses of arousal fully receded. He took a step towards Twilight, raising a claw out to her.

“T-Twilight? I’m sorry… I-I didn’t mean to…”

She sat there, unresponsive like a statue. Spike took another step towards her and timidly placed his claw on her back, feeling the warmth emanating off the purple coat. Suddenly, Spike felt himself being hoisted in the air and floated away from Twilight. He just sat in her levitation field, watching his caretaker float him away and out of the room. Twilight set Spike down just outside of the study room and closed the door. Spike raised his claw once more to the door, making a last attempt to portray his apologies to Twilight, but his claw found a magical force field in front of the door. Letting his arm drop, along with a few tears, Spike walked away from the door.

Spike sat in his bed for a couple of minutes in his bed in the corner of the bedroom, wrapped in his blankets. He laid there shortly after leaving Twilight alone downstairs in her private study. About 5 minutes later, Spike felt his stomach burning and grumbling. He burped and a golden laced letter with his name scrolled across the lace dropped in front of him. Spike looked at the parchment, confused. “Wouldn’t the Princess want to send her orders labeled to Twilight? Why me?” he pondered, opening the letter. If he was in trouble, why’d did he have to read his own punishment?

Spike read the letter:

“To my dearest little dragon,

It seems to me that you’re finally growing up in Ponyville and have been ‘experimenting’ with self-gratification. Twilight has told me that she has a solution to your adolescent needs and has asked permission to assist you in this matter. She has been preparing a potion and spell for the past couple of weeks and has been visiting Canterlot’s library archive for background research. I do understand that Twilight may not seem as though she’s the type of pony to be ‘sensual’, but she did want to use herself to help her #1 assistant. Spike, Twilight put herself in her study to make the final preparations for you. She asked that you receive this letter so you may participate in this solution. You’re growing up Spike, and Twilight doesn’t want to see you grow up too fast and leave her. She’s taking it upon herself to be your first true sexual encounter and not without having the same thoughts within her own mind. Go to her, Spike, and let the magic of friendship flow freely between you two.

Your sexual fantasy and loving Princess,

Princess Celestia

P.S. – Don’t let it flow too much, she’s still a virgin and you have two dragon dicks.”

Spike quickly sat up on his bed, holding the letter close to his face. He re-read Celestia’s letter again, completely shocked at the ‘…to be your first true sexual encounter’ part. He dropped the letter and hopped out of his bed, sporting a very euphoric smile. Quickly running down the stairs, Spike hastily ran for the private study housing his first carnal counterpart. His excitement barely contained, evident by the first of the pair of sexual appendages breaching its scaly plating, he reached the door and knocked on the door. The force field was gone and the door was cracked open.

“Come in, Spike. I assume you got Celestia’s letter of approval, since you came running down here so quickly without my permission.” Twilight purred from inside the room. Her silky voice struck a chord in Spike’s heart, spurring excitement in his body. Spike felt as though his body took over his mind, moving into the room without any further thought. ‘If she’s going to give herself to me, that means she’s MINE…’ Spike subconsciously thought to himself, greedily moving towards his valued prize. In the faint candlelight, Twilight’s figure was silhouetted in front of the light, leaned up against the desk. She held a glistening bottle in her mouth containing an opalescent blue liquid that sparkled like a clear night sky full of stars. She walked over to Spike, eyes full of passion and arousal, and set the bottle down next to Spike.

Bending down, Twilight put her nose on Spike’s belly, softly poking and nuzzling him. Her soft fur brushing against him made Spike start panting, both of his cocks now growing in length. As she kept rubbing his stomach with her nose, one of his dicks grew just enough to start rubbing against Twilight's chin, tracing her chin with his excitement. Twilight felt Spike’s first member brushing her and giggled, leaning lower to rub his top dick with her face.

“Ohh, does my little Spikey-wikey like it when I rub him this way?” Twilight purred slowly, laying her entire body down. Spike clenched his teeth and claws, fighting urges to grab his cocks and finish all over Twilight’s face.

“Urrghh….. Twilight, I….I really can’t……..hold on….much longer…” Spike groaned, slowly reaching down to take ahold of himself. Twilight raised her head up and opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out and caress the tip of the bottom cock. She licked the cock with long and warm strokes before closing her eyes and putting the whole thing in her mouth, sucking it lightly. Spike couldn’t hold back anymore, grabbing the dick not getting sucked and jacked it off quickly. He gasped as he came right on Twilight’s forehead, horn, and closed eyelids, warm jets of cum spurting in long, thin streams. His second cock followed suit with larger results, filling Twilight’s mouth partly.

Twilight sucked on Spike a bit more, pulling as much cum from his second cock as it came. She pressed her lips on the base of his dick and pulled away from Spike, mouth full of semen. She opened her eyes, strings of cum dripping over her eyelashes and off her horn, and gave him a sly smirk. Spike fell on his back from the initial exhaustion, propping himself up to find Twilight dripping a few drops of his cum into the bottle from her mouth. The liquid in the bottle started glowing and fading into bright green, bubbling lightly. Twilight turned back to Spike and smirked. She swallowed the remaining mouthful of cum with a soft gulp, then slowly licked her nose for the other strings of semen on her face.

“Whoa……… that’s very hot….” Spike marveled at her expertise. Twilight batted her semen-coated eyelashes and picked up the simmering bottle with her mouth. Raising the bottle, she drank out the liquid carefully, leaving nothing behind. Emptied, the bottle was placed onto the desk.

“What does that potion do?” Spike asked, scratching the back of his head.

“That potion….. prevents any possibility of becoming pregnant by whoever’s sperm is in the potion.” Twilight chided, standing up. Twilight turned around and sat down again, her full rear facing towards Spike. She presented herself to him, marehood gaping and dripping with sex. “So, if you wanted to…. *ahem*…. ‘cum inside’ me, you could have intercourse without worrying about getting me pregnant…” She craned her neck to look at Spike meekly, face flushing with red.

“Twilight, I….. you really want… to do this for me?”

Twilight nodded her head and smiled.

“You’re the Best, Twilight Sparkle…”