A Dragon's Sweetheart

Spike wasn’t entirely sure what he was dreaming about at first, but his closest guess would have been rain. It was just him, laying on his back in the moist grass. He found it odd that the moisture of the grass didn’t bother him. He couldn’t feel any of the rain on his face either. Essentially, it was everything he loved about rain, and nothing he hated about it. A pleasant dream.

The experience took a turn for the unusual when a single drop of hail collided with the very tip of his beak, shattering on impact. It didn’t hurt, but he definitely felt it. It was accompanied with some high-pitched sound that he couldn’t quite make out. He would have sat up and looked around for any more hail, or perhaps some sort of shelter, but some invisible force had him pinned to the grass.

Another bit of hail fell on his face, in the exact same location. It caused him to scrunch up his break and smack his lips. Just as the hail began to fall again, he tried to move his head. He felt the same sharp impact against the top of his head.

Spike’s eyes flew open, only to be greeted by darkness, cut only by dim rays of light peeking through the window blinds hanging over his bedroom’s round window. Even in the dark, he couldn’t miss the outline of Sweetie Belle on top of him, her curvy figure bending down to him with her lips outstretched. She planted a wet kiss on his cheek.

That explained everything.

The bed creaked as Spike sat up, rubbing the back of his head where he had hit against the bed frame. “I’m up...” he rasped, sitting up and looking through half-lidded eyes at a beaming Sweetie Belle, who was sitting back on her knees, obviously very proud of herself.

She was clad in a magenta blouse and white sundress, both of which, along with her mane and tail, were soaked to the bone. Little wet spots could be seen on the bedsheets around the smiling young mare.

“Hey, doll…” Spike said, his voice strained from grogginess. “When didja get here?”

Sweetie held out all of her fingers as she shifted her legs around to her front. “Ten minutes ago. Twilight let me in.”

“Did she say anything?” Spike asked, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes.

“About what?”

Spike nodded his head to her outfit. Even with his sleepy eyes, he could see the fabric clinging to her every curve, twisted around her body in all the right spots.

Sweetie Belle gave him a sly smile.“Would you care if she did?”

“No,” Spike admitted, shifting on the bed to scoot over to her. He was thankful that he hadn’t kicked off the covers in his sleep. Sweetie would have been treated to a sexy albeit compromising sight. “So…” He let himself fall onto his back once again. He patted his chest and beckoned to Sweetie Belle, raising a tantalizing eyebrow.

“Whee!” Sweetie cheered as she flung herself at Spike. She landed slightly off-course, ending up on her side next to him with her arms clumsily wrapped around his broad chest. Spike countered her little tackle by locking his claws around her pudgy waist and rolling over, taking her with him.

For a moment, their heads were pressed together, his scales against her soft fur. He could feel the beating of her heart and the gasp of her breath, an action he replicated when he smiled at her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, gripping her even tighter.

Sweetie was giggling between breaths. “Actually, ah—” She was interrupt as Spike planted another kiss, this one on her lips. “Hey!” She pushed him away with her hand. “I was gonna climb in through the window, but the fluffing thing was locked.”

“That so? Here’s an idea.” Spike pressed the tip of his beak to Sweetie’s muzzle. “When I get my own place, I’ll keep the windows unlocked.”

Sweetie wagged her finger. “Okay, but not the doors. We don’t want it to be too easy.”

“Too easy? You’re the one serving yourself up on a diamond platter.” Spike tapped Sweetie on the forehead. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Sweetie peeked away from Spike, looking under the bedsheets as she lifted them up. “Well, thank sugar you sleep in the buff, then. Saves me a lot of trouble.”

“And I thought you liked trouble, miss sneak-in-through-the-window.”

He grinned even as she slapped his leg, but that wasn’t enough to keep her from tugging back the sheets, slowly enough that it took a few moments for the blanket to uncover his lower half.

With anypony else, Spike would have covered himself or at least kept hidden, but he simply flashed her a smile and casually spread his legs. It took Sweetie Belle a second after that to yank the rest of the blanket away and crawl towards him, her mane swept over the eyes that snaked over him.

“You like what you see?” he asked.

“I haven’t run away yet, have I?” She patted his stomach and arched her back like a cat. “You get cute when you’re nervous.”

Spike’s smile disappeared as he rubbed his arm. “Come on, doll. I’m never nervous”

“Is that so?” Sweetie’s hands gracefully slid lower over his stomach, and kept going until they reached where his thighs met, eliciting a grunt from Spike. “You certainly don’t look excited down here...”

Spike looked down at his pelvis. Much to his chagrin and Sweetie’s dark amusement, his pelvis was as flat as a pancake.

“Where’s my special friend, huh?” Sweetie asked.

“Cut him some slack. He and I just woke up.” Spike sighed and rolled his hand, urging Sweetie to come back over to him. She did as he commanded, meeting up with him in a brief kiss on the lips. A moment’s pause and a brief gaze in each other’s eyes, and their lips slammed together in unison.

It was wet, and not just because of the mess of saliva they created whenever their lips parted. The water droplets of Sweetie’s mane and moist clothes merged with Spike, slowly turning into steam as they rolled down his heated figure. The few drops that didn’t evaporate coalesced into larger drops that found their way to Spike’s lower regions, drawing a little excitement out of him.

But that wasn’t enough.

Spike broke the kiss in the middle of a fierce tongue battle. His forked appendage hung loose and wet from his mouth. He brought it to Sweetie’s neck, dragging it up to her head. Every little laugh he got out of her made his blood race even faster throughout his hot body, even more so when he bit down on Sweetie’s ear, causing her to let out a surprised moan.

The young mare was so preoccupied with Spike’s mouth that she didn’t realize his naughty claws were undoing the buttons of her blouse. After keeping her composure for as long as she could manage, she let a blush creep onto her cheeks. She felt herself trembling with anticipation, as the thrill of her beloved dragon undressing her was nothing short of delectable.

Spike smirked as he pulled off the blouse and tossed it away. “Hey, Sweets. You’re not wearing a bra, are you?” he asked, pointing Sweetie’s now very apparent and erect nipples, which, along with portions of her voluptuous breasts, showed through her soaked dress.

“I couldn’t make you wait that long.” Sweetie’s hands took Spike’s. She lead his touch to the edge of her dress. It was clinging to her legs, as if determined to censor her beauty from Spike’s wanting eyes. With a little persuasion, Spike was able to lift the dress.

Sweetie didn’t show any indication of the discomfort caused by a wet piece of clothing pulling on her fur. She closed her eyes and let the heavy burden of her waterlogged dress melt away, gently pulled off her body and over her head by her special somepony.

In the limited rays of light peeking into the room, Sweetie’s alabaster fur glistened with the remnants of moisture left behind by her garments. The reveal of her wet, curvaceous body was a picture-perfect moment for Spike, until Sweetie’s guise broke. She threw her arms around herself and shivered.

Spike immediately stopped gawking at his mare’s beauty and embraced her. With his chest brushing against hers, and his arms holding her tight, his natural heat graced Sweetie’s body, making her warm in more ways than one. Spike brought his wings forward and closed them around Sweetie as he gave her a gentle kiss on the muzzle.

All of the raunchy touching and anticipation for raw, loud, unapologetic intercourse disintegrated into thin air as Spike focused everything he had on keeping Sweetie warm, as well as backing up his relaying of her feelings. Words weren’t good enough.

Sweetie felt a change in position she couldn’t quite see, as her eyes were focused on her dragon, but when he retracted his wings, Sweetie could see that Spike had fallen back, and he was laying down, with her enjoying his body as a warm mattress. It was better than the most comfortable bed in the world.

A knock at the door utterly shattered the romantic atmosphere. Spike rolled his eyes and sighed, swearing he heard a record scratch. He had long accepted the inevitability that Twilight would come along to ruin his most tender moments. “Yeah, come in,” he said, trying to mask his annoyance.

Twilight was sensitive enough to only poke her head in, making Sweetie Belle’s efforts to cover herself behind Spike unnecessary. “Hey, just taking breakfast orders. Spike, I’m guessing you’ll want chocolate chips in your hazelnut caramel waffles?”

Pancakes were at least a close contender for the most wonderful thing in the world. “Oh, you spoil me. Go for it.”

Twilight nodded. “Sweetie Belle? I know you’re on hiatus, but I’d understand if you wanted to watch your figure.”

Sweetie looked physically wounded by such a comment. “Harps no! Pile on that whipped cream and douse it in chocolate syrup.”

“The usual, then. Alright.” As Twilight started to close the door, she gave both Spike and Sweetie Belle a teasing wave. “Have fun, you two.”

It was almost too strenuous to wait for the door to shut all the way before Spike ravished Sweetie Belle, seizing her entire body and pinning her to the bed by her shoulders. He was up on his knees. Sweetie took advantage of the opportunity by locking her legs over Spike’s, keeping herself steady as Spike peppered her neck with adoring nips. “Okay, aaha… What happened to taking it slow?”

“This is slow. If it were any other day…” Spike booped Sweetie on the muzzle. “Well. You know how it feels. What it sounds like. What I look like. What rushes through your mind when your dragon makes you his.”

“Stupid.” Sweetie grabbed a pillow and shoved it in Spike’s face. “You’re mine. I thought you realized that by now?”

Spike lightly tossed the pillow back at Sweetie. “Maybe I just like hearing you say it.”

Sweetie levitated the pillow away and dropped it on the floor. “Maybe you should ask Rarity to get you a tattoo of my name. Along with the rest of your little herd. Mine in cursive, Zecora’s in an exotic flair, Pipsqueak’s with a little cup of tea off to the side...”

With his long arms, Spike gripped her hips and stuck his forked tongue out at her. “I was just thinking of asking you the same thing.” He laughed beneath his breath. “If I have a herd, you all need to be branded, don’t you?”

Sweetie held her hands up. “Whoa, honey. I like being bitten, but that’s a little far.”

Spike smiled wide enough to show his sharp, curved teeth. “It’s early. Buuuut, you just gave me an idea.” He lunged for her, pinning the young mare to the bed. He bit down, hard enough to leave a mark, into her neck. He knew how far was too far, and he teetered right on that fine line. Sweetie moaned beneath him, giving Spike a smile and confidence to keep going.

He moved to her shoulder, licking and biting the whole way, before sinking his fangs in again. Beneath him, Sweetie’s body rolled and stretched, bending in pleasure as she called out meaningless words. His hands gripped hers, keeping her pinned but in a loving embrace.

“You know me too well,” she gasped when he lifted his jaws and bit softly into her forearm. He licked and sucked on the bite, causing her to start up another chorus of grunts, groans, and moans of glee. Not to say that he didn’t enjoy it as well, his considerable girth slapping against her belly. It felt good to let out his wild side around her.

“Okay! Okay! La remise! Remise!”

Spike tapped his claws along his jaw, looking the part of a scheming villain. “We-ell, it seems like I’ve finally found the limit.”

“Tu es une bête. I mean, you’re such a beast…”

“Yeah, well… this beast needs to stretch.” Spike wasn’t joking, but he wanted to make the most out of this so he could give Sweetie Belle a show. He succeeded in pulling away from her, somehow, and getting up on his knees. It was like he and Sweetie had switched places from when he first woke up, only they were both completely bare, a fact Spike exploited.

The athletic young dragon yawned, reaching up to the ceiling with both arms and presenting his well-endowed figure to Sweetie in full. His chest thrust out as his arms crossed behind his head, betrayed by a purely cosmetic expression. It was as if he was saying ‘What? All of this?’ with just his eyes.

“Hubba hubba,” Sweetie growled, her finger laid on her lips. “Truly a beast. Well, ma bête, I think you deserve a show as well.”

Her eyes flashed as she rolled over on the bed to give Spike a generous view of her ample rear. Her body did not move like his; rather than a straight line of muscle and sinew from head to toe, her body curved and meandered its way down in all the right places. Her broad hips, round posterior, and smooth back that curved just above her rear made for an appetizing meal. Spike licked his lips as his eyes devoured her, and his fiery heart nearly melted when she looked up at him with a sultry wink.

“You still cold?” Spike asked as he got on his hands and knees, his body looming over the alabaster beauty below.

“A little…” Sweetie purred, kicking her legs a little. Her ankles brushed Spike’s hips, causing him to feel the slightest surge.

Like a living blanket, Spike lowered himself atop her, draping her body with his own and letting his excess heat warm his breathless love. Another heat made itself known as Sweetie’s thick legs parted, making way for her sacred trove.

Spike wasn’t quick on the draw, electing to let the moment last. His claws tickled the insides of Sweetie’s legs, combing her post-winter fluff as he grew closer to something special. He felt little mats of fur held together by glistening drops of her eagerness. It was all he needed to know.

Sweetie’s calm and sexy disposition was shattered as she felt her boundaries crumble and her beloved dragon touch her nethers. Her neck craned and her teeth clasped together in a wanting hiss. There was no comparison. No other lover could bring such pleasure with just their hands. Their hands weren’t the muscular, scaly, nimble hands of a pianist.

As Spike’s claws played a loving sonata on Sweetie down below, his breath played with her from above, making her little moans shudder, broken by pure want for his touch. She tried to kiss him, but she couldn’t focus on the act long enough to make it happen. Even when he paused or moved to another part of her body, the lingering pleasure was enough to rack her body with ecstasy. She kept finding some reason to moan and call out to Spike, to tell him to give her more. All of this, and he hadn’t even penetrated her.

Spike could feel her want, her lust for him through her movements, and smiled widely. He knew the effect he had on her, and how she would give herself to him without a second thought, but he wanted to work for it; he wanted to give her something that no stallion, not even another dragon, could ever compete with.

For just a second, Spike stopped pleasing Sweetie to ponder that. What could he give her that she couldn’t get from anyone else?

Another knock at the door silenced those thoughts, as well as Sweetie’s moaning.

“Breakfaaaast!~” Twilight sang.

Sweetie facepalmed. Even when groaning, she sounded amazingly adorable. “Argh, fluff my life. Get off me, baby.”

“As you wish.” Spike didn’t want to get off of her until he could get her off, but he respected her wishes and rolled over, lying down to have himself a brief moment of pity. “Hey, day’s still young. And besides, pancakes aren’t exactly a bad substitute.”

Sweetie nodded. “You’ve got a point. For now, I’ll just eat a tasty breakfast instead of eating you. Hey, could I borrow a shirt?”

Sweetie strode into the kitchen behind a shirtless Spike. She was wearing naught but a great, billowing t-shirt and a pair of panties underneath. The shirt read “Velocentaur!” in all capital letters above a picture of a very beefy centaur on a dirt bike. While Sweetie had happily chosen it to show some support for Scootaloo’s stunt team, it was the only item of clothing in Spike’s inventory capable of covering her broad hips. What she was less sure about was her lack of pants, for which she had to blame Spike, who had claimed they weren’t needed.

She half expected Twilight to chide her about it when she walked in, but the older mare simply looked her up and down and said, “We’ve seen worse around here,” and went back to preparing breakfast for them both. She already had at least ten pancakes prepared. By the look of the mixing bowl, she was nearly done. “Don’t worry, I won’t stick around long. I’ll be taking my breakfast up in the study.”

She winked at them both, to which Sweetie smiled and Spike let out a groan, hiding his eyes with his hand. It was one thing to be open around Sweetie Belle, it was another to let Twilight in on it as well. He quit his visual complaining, though, when she arrived at the table with two plates piled high with pancakes.

“Looks amazing as usual, Twilight,” said Sweetie as Spike pulled out a chair for her.

“Oh no, Sweetie, these aren’t just amazing pancakes,” Spike said, holding his finger up, matter-of-factly. He took his seat and gestured to his plate as if it were some lost treasure. “It takes a certain amount of subtlety and finesse in order to make a morning confection of such quality. A perfect amount of air had been whipped into the batter, keeping the final product fluffy and light, but not so fragile as to fall apart at the touch of a fork. The pockets of hazelnut powder decorate the light-brown color with specks of white, granting beauty and texture in equal amounts. To counter the light, an equally dark force must take its place, and it does so in the form of hot, melted pools of semi-sweet chocolate ecstasy, kept equal distances apart to grant comfort in repetition without overwhelming the taste buds! As the crown on such gorgeous and glamorous taste, a soft sprinkling of powdered sugar embraces the surface, merging with the butter to form a glistening layer of frosted glory! All of these qualities and more are what create the apex predator of delicious saturday morning pancakes! My point is, you’re understating it.”

Sweetie slowly put her fork down. “I think you’re more in love with the pancakes than me.”

“Nah, I just can’t think of any words in the dictionary that are good enough.” Spike leaned over and kissed Sweetie on the cheek. “Dig in, lovely.”

Twilight set out two glasses of milk. “I might need to test these pancakes. You’re giving them diabetes.”

Spike laid a hand across his chest. "Oh, you wound me so! And here I thought you were the ever loving and benevolent sister I'd grown up with. Have you been replaced? Is that what caused this travesty?"

Sweetie touched Spike’s shoulder. “Save the drama for after breakfast, please?"

"Fine, fine, thanks for the meal." Spike begrudgingly stuffed both of his cheeks full of doughy, pillowy goodness, causing his faux frown to disappear entirely. “Celestia, that’s heavenly…”

“You’re welcome, Spike. I’ll leave you two alone. Don’t have too much fun.” Twilight walked up the stairs and closed the door behind her.

Spike let out a sigh. “I really need my own apartment.”

Sweetie nodded. “Preaching to the choir. Don’t get me wrong, Twilight’s a gem, but I can’t help but feel like I’m the mistress of a rich family sleeping with the hottest servant of the mansion.”

“I’m not sure whether I should be offended or humbled, but that is a romantic story. Don’t worry, Sweets. As soon as I get home from Octavia’s concert next month, I’ll take my huge sack…”

Sweetie smirked at Spike.

“...of money, and start apartment hunting. Then we can be truly alone for a while.”

“I am very much looking forward to that. I just hope whatever place you find has good walls.”

“Walls?” Spike asked through a mouthful of pancake.

A slight blush creeped onto Sweetie’s face as she pointed to her ears. “You know… soundproofing.”

Spike chuckled like an immature schoolboy who had just heard a dumb joke, then cleared his throat as he regained his composure. “I’ve already listed out my priorities. First of all, it has to have enough room for my grand piano, and the acoustics to support it. And at least two closets; one for my clothes, and the other for my designs.”

“It’s nice to have a boyfriend who is willing to compromise,” Sweetie said with a roll of her eyes. “Just split one closet into two sections. That’s what Rarity did when the Carousel Boutique was just starting up.”

Spike nodded and returned to his pancakes. “Good call. Okay, just the grand piano, then.”

Sweetie chortled, once again causing Spike’s heart to soar. Her laughter, as per the norm, was music in and of itself, and he found himself falling in love all over again. He noticed Sweetie’s free hand on the table, and for no reason in particular, reached out and grasped, slipping his claws between Sweetie’s knuckles.

The rest of breakfast was consumed in silence, aside from loud chewing on Sweetie’s part, a belch on Spike’s part, or a loud swallow on both of their parts. Throughout all of this, Spike and Sweetie kept holding hands.

Although Spike wanted to remain focused on the pancakes that Twilight clearly put her heart and soul into, he kept getting sidetracked by an alluring part of Sweetie Belle. A certain thing so alluring, he was amazed that he hadn’t had a good look at it sooner.

For a mare who loved to eat, Sweetie had the cleanest, smoothest tongue, and it always left her mouth whenever she prepared to take a bite. She didn’t just part her lips; her tongue reached out, inviting her food inside, and by the time she swallowed, her tongue had come out again, perfectly smooth and clean as before. It was uncanny, as was Spike’s sudden interest in such a muscle.

He tried to return to his breakfast, but a single sideward glance was all it took to get him enthralled once again. A dribble of syrup ran down her chin, catching the light as it did so. Spike watched as Sweetie wiped it with her fingers, then slowly and tenderly licked herself clean. Her tongue almost caressed her digits, ridding them of the sticky syrup in a way that Spike could not tear his attention from.

“I swear to Celestia, Spike,” Sweetie said after her hand was thoroughly clean, “you’d better learn this recipe from Twilight.”

“Already did. I just prefer the way she makes it. Uh, don’t take that the wrong way…”

“I get what you mean. I can make homemade hayburgers just fine, but I like them more when my dad grills them with his own ingredients,” Sweetie said as she picked up her glass of milk. “But I think, because you’re so amazing, that I’ll like your cavity-inducing breakfasts far more than Twilight’s. Superior cooking skills? Ha! Anything you touch turns to gold.” She took a long drink.

Spike set his fork down and leaned over to Sweetie Belle, a snide smirk on his beak. “Then why aren’t you already made of gold?”

Sweetie snorted with laughter. Her hands shook, and the glass of milk she had been holding spilled its contents onto her chest. “Oh, fluff.” She fanned her moistened shirt with one hand and reached for a napkin with the other. Her efforts to clean up didn’t do much good, as her shirt was already soaked, clinging to her body in a conveniently provocative manner, revealing parts of her Spike wasn’t prepared to see.

“Hey, Sweets…?” Spike muttered as an awkward glance between him, his marefriend, and her visible breasts began. A few seconds passed as the situation settled in, then mayhem ensued.

Spike leaped out of his chair, kicking it away as he dived for Sweetie, seizing her by the waist and lifting her up. She was too caught off guard to vocalize her surprise, aside from a brief, “Oh!” as she was brought to the ground. She landed on her back quickly, but it didn’t hurt, thanks to Spike’s gentleness, and the rug her head had landed on.

“You’re really doing this now?” she asked, blushing again as Spike positioned himself over her, grabbing the brim of his sweatpants. “I mean, I’m not complaining, but— Oh!”

Spike was hard of hearing, blood pounding in his ears as he strove for what he wanted. He lifted Sweetie’s shirt, exposing her panty-clad crotch and shapely thighs. Her panties were plain, white silk with a small bow on top that blended into her fur seamlessly. Spike grinned as he saw them and placed his hand between her thighs.

“You’re warm,” he whispered in her ear, eliciting yet another blush from the young mare.

Sweetie giggled and pressed her hands to Spike’s chest. “So are you.” She moved her hands down, joining Spike’s at his waist. She quickly swung to pull Spike’s sweatpants down, revealing his fresh and fierce erection. It throbbed in her hands, and was already leaking from the tip. “Well, someone’s happy to see me.”

Spike responded with only a grunt, lifting Sweetie’s shirt the rest of the way, revealing her moist, shining breasts. He clutched one in his hand, not waiting to squeeze it furiously. His other hand was occupied with removing her panties, but after a few seconds of difficulty, he settled for just removing the portion hiding her delicate slit.

Sweetie said something, but it was inaudible beneath Spike’s draconic snarl. He lined himself up with her, and with one push, slid wetly inside her.

“Oh, Spike!” Sweetie cried out in the thralls of ecstasy. She pressed her arms to his back, holding the dragon to herself and wrapping her body around his. A smile from her assured Spike it was okay to keep going, while her eyes said fuck me.

If there were any cares to be had that they were rutting like animals on the wooden floor of Twilight’s library, those cares quickly burned to ashes in the heat of passion and raw desire. It was unfathomably to think that the room was calm and orderly a minute ago.

Spike was deep in Sweetie, to the point of barely having to remove himself from her before thrusting back in. The strength of his thrusts and the previous near-climax Sweetie had experienced in the bedroom hadn’t subsided. It had only taken a few thrusts to bring her back, and now she wanted it, him, more than ever.

As such, Spike did something new. He kept his eyes locked with Sweetie’s, but his body moved forward, his claws digging into the rug. Sweetie’s waist went airborne, as Spike’s cock was bound to her insides, and she couldn’t resist this change. She liked it, though, as Spike had so much more weight, and it made his already sizeable dick seem even larger.

There wasn’t any desire to be quiet to begin with, and the guttural growls of the dragon and the ecstatic moans of the mare had escalated to almost violent levels. They couldn’t help it. Sweetie was cumming fast, and Spike’s blood was boiling. He had to have this. Spike want.

Sweetie’s breath hastened until it was nothing more than panting. Then, for a moment, her legs bent, her back arched, and she went silent, her eyes facing the ceiling. When she finally made another noise, it was a satisfied, blissful moan.

When she finally found the strength to breathe again, she leaned her noggin against Spike’s and whispered, “More.”

Spike had barely even stopped, only having paused long enough to hear Sweetie’s loving moans. Like a well-oiled machine, Spike went back to work, just as heavy and lustful in his thrusts as he was before, putting all of his cock, pelvis, and body into satisfying himself and his mare.

In the middle of a gasp from Sweetie, Spike swore he heard something else, but he didn’t pay it any mind. The rest of the world wasn’t important. All that mattered was every little thing to Sweetie Belle that he couldn’t help but love. Everything from her seemingly unmessable fur, her lovely bits of squeezable flab, the beads of sex-induced sweat that made her body shine like a centerfold, the intermingling of her singing and moaning as he drove himself into her without restraint. The rest of the world was insignificant, until the inevitable moment when he would have to remove himself from his Sweetie…

“Wow, uh…”

Again, like a machine, Spike kept going, only to power down when he finally took notice of the shift in light, the creak of the door, and the two ponies that were just treated to a raw, uncensored act of depravity. As Spike’s thrusts slowed and he was brought back to sanity, Sweetie Belle sat up, covering her breasts with one arm and her nethers with the other. Spike simply crossed his legs as he stepped away from her. His thighs quickly became wet with marecum and pre.

Spike was at least thankful for some things. For one, the carpet would wash out easily, and of all ponies to have seen such a thing, he counted himself lucky it was Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo. The latter had her hand slapped to her head, laughing hysterically. Spike couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed or genuinely amused.

“Sorry Scoots. Your routine is impressive, but this is the highlight of my day.” Rainbow patted the wide-eyed and smiling Scootaloo on the back, then leaned down, staring at Spike. “How ya doin’, slugger?”

“Oh, you know…” Spike tried to sound as casual as possible. “Getting by.”

“Right.” Rainbow said with a snigger. “Speaking of getting things, I’m just gonna grab a book on advanced flight techniques and try to pretend this isn’t the funniest damn thing I’ve seen all week.” She patted Spike’s spines and swaggered on past, choking on her own laughter all the while.

Scootaloo, while still humored, looked a bit more exasperated than Rainbow Dash. “Have I mentioned that it’s a good thing you live in this town?”

“Only three times,” Sweetie mutters.

“You’d give the Canterlot nobility collective heart attacks.”

“Said that two times.”

Scootaloo groaned, stomping around Spike and Sweetie Belle. “Well, I wouldn’t have to repeat myself if you two would show a little restraint. I mean, come on, I love you both. Salt of the earth. But you two need to take me seriously when I say,” Scootaloo reached into her shoulder bag and brought out a megaphone, “GET A ROOM!!”

Spike had covered Sweetie’s ears in anticipation. He let go and moved his hands down, adjusting her shirt so her breasts were no longer exposed. Sweetie straightened it out. “Okay, okay, you’ve made your point,” she said. She grabbed her panties and put them back on. “You could have at least knocked.”

“We did,” Scootaloo said as she opened the fridge. “And as punishment for your lack of self-control, as well as ruining my shirt, I’m stealing a slice of this cake.”

Spike did a double-take. “Wait, there’s cake?”

Sweetie’s eyes widened. She broke away from Spike, waving her arms wildly as Scootaloo. “Woahnonono! Put that away!”

“Huh? Oh, shi—” Scootaloo dropped the cake on the counter. Sweetie tried to hide it from sight, but Spike had already seen it.

“Too late, I just remembered,” said the dragon. He shrugged and stepped over to Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, who backed away from the cake. Scootaloo looked confused, and Sweetie seemed remorseful. “Hey, you alright?” Spike asked, stroking Sweetie’s cheek.

“Guess the damage is already done,” Sweetie said softly. “Have a look at it.”

Spike took a closer gander at the cake. The icing was colored with waves of purple and pink, much like Sweetie’s mane, and the frosting around the border was shaped like scales. In the center, more frosting formed a microphone, which was placed between a pair of dragon wings.

“Oh.” Spike smiled and grimaced at the same time, facepalming and leaning on the counter. “Twilight must have planned to bring that out later.”

“Can I slap him?” Scootaloo asked.

“No, you can’t.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because I forgot too.” Sweetie tapped Scootaloo on the muzzle and approached Spike. She held his cheeks, her fingers fondling his dorsal fins. She kissed him lightly.

“Happy anniversary, babe,” said Spike.

“Happy anniversary, sap,” said Sweetie.