Spike looked at himself in the mirror. He looked just about the same, but the wings he now sported on his back looked as if they did not belong. He sighed, knowing if hedid not act now, he would die.
Her turned his head to look at the door. Slowly, he made his way to the hall, then the Twilight's room. He could just make out the sound of a page of a book being turned. He reached his clawed hand to knock on the door.
"Come in!" Twilight called. Spike opened the door and went in. He sat on the bed next to Twilight, avoiding eye contact.
"Spike, is something wrong?" she asked, worry in her voice. Spike swallowed.
"Twilight, you know my dragon friends, right?" Spike asked.
"Yes I do Spike. Why do you ask?" Twilight was confused what he was talking about.
"Do you know how I've been sick?" Spike was embarrassed to talk about this with Twilight.
"Yes, why do you ask?" Twilight wanted to read her book, but Spike was hurting. Even a filly could see that. He had a distant look in his eyes, the kind he had when he was nervous or afraid.
"I asked them about what it was."
"And what is it?"
"A very rare sickness that very few dragons get. More like one out of every thousand dragons get it."
"Is there a cure?" At this point, Twilight was very concerned about Spike.
"There is. That's what i came to talk to you about."
"What's the cure? Magic? Herbs? Flying? I can help!" Twilight was naming things that she thought would help him. But when Spike looked at his claws and shuffled his wings nervously, Twilight realized it was something a lot more personal.
"Spike, what is it? You can tell me," Twilight spoke in soothing tones,trying to get Spike to tell her.
"The only cure is to mate with every mare I see," Spike looked really uncomfortable. Twilight felt sympathy for the dragon. She then realized what she had do.
"I'll gladly be your first mare. And then you can go on your way to cure yourself. I won't keep you here," Twilight said as she sat on the bed next to Spike.
"You really mean it?" Spike asked, sounding very surprised.
"I do Spike. What do we need to do?" Twilight was willing to help Spike. Spike made eye contact with Twilight, his pink tongue slipping out of his mouth.
"Just leave that to me," the dragon said. He leaned down and licked Twilight's horn, making her gasp. Spike kept on licking the horn until a moan escaped from Twilight's lips.
"Like that?" he asked the mare. laying her on her back. and putting his snout between her legs.
"It felt amazing Spike. I feel so weird, I never felt pleasure like that before-" Twilight was cut off by Spike when he slowly licked the folds of Twilight's wet marehood, eliciting a small moan to escape from her open mouth.
Spike kept slowly licking the marehood, when he felt his penis getting an erection. He stopped licking for a second as he positioned himself over Twilight. He lowered his erect penis over Twilight's vagina, and slowly pushed it in the tight, wet hole, causing Twilight to scream with pleasure. With each thrust he went a little faster and harder, causing Twilight to come.
"I'm close Twilight," he moaned. Seconds later, he came in Twilight.His seed filling Twilight to the brim. He pulled out and flopped down onto the bead. Twilight curled up next to him.
"That was great Spike," Twilight said as she fell asleep at his side. Spike smiled and fell asleep.
One down, the rest of the mares to go, was the last thing he thought before he fell into a deep sleep.
