A Friendly Competition

by Orion97

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Spike, Comedy, Sex
Length: 2087

Twilight and Spike compete to see who can write the best naughty story. Only one can be the king of smutty stories.

It's an undisputed fact that Twilight loves reading books of all kinds...but just how good is she at writing them? Confident she can write amazing works of literature, she challenges Spike to a friendly writing competition.

Published 2015-04-10 20:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-04-10 20:10:02 UTC

The King of Smut

"Oh my..."Twilight flipped the next page of the novel she was reading. Although she normally prided herself on reading more..."intellectual" material dirty romance novels were a guilty pleasure she had no intent on forsaking. It was just at the part where things were starting to heat up between the two lovers when the idea crossed her mind as to how well she would be able to write her own story if she so chose. Before she progressed any further she glanced at the back cover to see the author's name. "Amorous Star". Might be a pen-name. She thought about what the author's real name could be for a moment but let it pass so she could continue reading.

"A moment after they locked eyes with one another their lips eagerly met and their tongues wrestled for control while she pushed her lover back to the bed. His heart pounded like a drum as he obeyed the mare's wishes. She climbed on top of him, maintaining eye contact while she licked her lips hungrily. She sensually straddled her hips over his erect member until-"

"Twilight!" Spike's voice called as he hurried up the stairs to her room. She frantically slammed the book shut and slid it under the bed just as he approached.

"Hey Twi, what's up?" He asked casually.

"Nothing!" She blurted out. "I mean...not much. Where did you go earlier?"

"Huh? Oh I just went out to get some more ink and paper. We ran out last night but we should be good now. You alright? You seem kinda nervous about something." He asked suspiciously.

"I do? Oh well um, Princess Celestia gave me a special task yesterday and uh...I was just a little nervous thinking about how I'd be able to complete it." She lied.

"Oh, well hope it goes well." He offered before turning to leave.

"Spike, wait. Are you...busy by any chance?" She rubbed the back of her neck.

"Not really, why?"

"Well I was thinking about trying to write a story of my own. I read so much and I'm pretty sure I could write something fairly interesting. I know it might be a little harder for you with the lack of experience but maybe we could have a little competition of sorts. How does that sound?"

"Alright. I'm game. What kind of story do you suggest?" He inquired.

"I don't know...why don't you decide. I'm up for anything really."

"Ooh...what about something spicy. Perhaps a piece of bedroom romance." He joked

"Oh! Um...okay...if you insist." She replied hesitantly. "I just want you to do your best, okay? We could get Applejack or Rainbow to decide who the winner is but it's just for fun, remember that."

"Yeah yeah. I got it, you just write your best too. How about we both write what we can and have it ready tomorrow morning?"

"Okay, if you need anymore time though I'll understand." Twilight advised.

"Nah. I'm good. I should get to it though. I'll show you tomorrow." Spike shrugged and walked back down the stairs. It would probably take him a while to produce anything so might as well get started now she supposed, though she should probably start writing herself soon. She finished just one more chapter of "Forbidden Love" before she initiated her own attempt at such a story.

Although they had agreed on a short story there was a variety of what people would consider a "short" story. Ultimately she decided that simply depicting a single romantic scene should suffice granted that they both only had a day to write it. Eager to blow Spike away with her soon to be proven writing talent, she put a quill to paper and began.

"Ahhh....man. Some weird dream last night. I've never even met a Charlotte." Spike yawned and rubbed the back of his neck lazily. "Now where'd I put that story?" The drake glanced around his desk for a moment. He shuffled around a few loose papers and notes that he had failed to put away before finding the story he'd written specifically for the little contest he was having with Twilight. He gave it a disappointed look as if he knew he could do better but shrugged after telling himself it was fine anyway.

"Twilight!?" He called as he wandered towards her room. "Twilight!?" He glanced inside and found her sprawled out over her bed with several balled up pieces of paper on the floor and a lone sheet resting on her desk with a quill beside it, as well as a couple empty coffee mugs. He walked up to the mare's inelegant form and poked her in the thigh. "Twilight?"

"Ah! Who!? Oh, Spike! It's you! I got the story done! See! It's great I promise!" She shouted almost incoherently.

"Are you...okay?" He asked in a worried tone.

"Oh I'm fiiiine! Why wouldn't I be?" Her eye twitched.

"You seem a little...unhinged..."

"I do? Oh sorry..."She coughed into her hoof, took a deep breath and made an effort to slow down. " I was writing that story last night when I figured that when writing about certain activities a lot of authors probably do them more often so that it'll be fresher in their memory. It was a little unusual for me but I went to one of those clubs last night and tried to talk a stallion into letting me watch him and his mare-friend in the bedroom so I could take notes! Unfortunately she, for some reason, didn't like the idea so then I-" Twilight rambled on about her late night adventures that resulted in being thrown out of someplace twice, a fight with a jealous mare, a bottle of stolen perfume, and being chased by a confused badger.

"So you found what you were looking for?" He looked at her with some level of concern.

"Oh yeah! I eventually found Big Mac and-"

"Don't really wanna know..."

"Oh. Well anyways, here it is!" She hoofed him the story she had written. Spike accepted it and gave Twilight his own smutty story with the other claw. They sat in opposite corners of the room and began reading.

The paper in Spike's claw was reasonably clean and flat...at least it likely was before being crumpled in the corner, having coffee spilled near the bottom as well as a small ink smudge here and there though it was thankfully by almost any account, readable. He let out a deep sigh and began.

"The muscular stallion, Hard Rod welcomed his mare-friend, Ivy Whip into his bed chamber and landed a stern smack on her well-toned posterior. One look into his cool, masculine eyes was all the mare needed before she was all over the stallion like ink on paper. A minute and thirty seconds later the horny pair were kissing on the bed, both trying to establish dominance. No longer happy with just foreplay, they maneuver into more intimate positions. She positioned herself over his erect penis and sat lower until his hard stallion-hood entered her love cave. They rocked back and forth for almost ten-minutes until she pulled herself off to give her lover some eagerly-awaited fellatio. She sucked him like a vacuum and it wasn't long before his spunk trumpet shot its sticky white cream all over the mare which resulted in her becoming so excited she climaxed from the sight of. After all had settled down, Hard Rod and Ivy Whip whispered their love into the other's ear and drifted off to sleep." Spike held the paper away from himself and looked at it with a mixed expression of astonishment, amusement, and a small amount of wonder at how something like that came together.

"Oh dear Celestia that was bad..." He whispered to himself silently. He looked back to Twilight, whom was still reading his own short story and put the paper on the bed.

"It...wasn't half bad. The names were interesting I suppose." She ignored him, seemingly entranced by Spike's own story, which went on far longer than hers had.

"Scarlet Meadow glanced to Silver Star with a pleading look in her eyes. She knew it would be their final night together before she would have to attend her wedding to Ruby Hill and move away to the far north. With every beat of her heart her thoughts dwelt on her true lover, the stallion she was gazing upon at that very moment. But alas, there was no escaping the arranged marriage and her father had long since despised Silver Star. He came from a family of low-class smiths, rather than a high-born noble such as herself. Silver Star knew he would miss her and that if they were caught together tonight he could be jailed for years and that she would be coerced into denouncing his entire family.

Regardless, he could tell that she wanted this night as fervently as he did. With their eyes never leaving the other's, they approached one another until they were mere inches apart. Their lips met tenderly only a moment later and their tongues wrestled together in excitement. They reluctantly ended the kiss so that they could move someplace more suitable for what they had planned. Scarlet meadow lead her lover into her bedroom where she had for months fantasized about the day that he would finally mount her and make her feel like a mare. Silver Star flashed a smile in response to her sultry gaze pointed between his legs. He moved a hoof out of the way so that she could see gift he would deliver her."

Twilight put the paper down for a moment and shuddered. She had only read a little bit further and was nowhere near finishing but she could say one thing for certain already. It was good. The only thing that was strange is that it felt like she has read something similar before, the setting and characters were similar to another story she had just finished recently. She was blown away at how well written Spike's story was...if it even really was his story...

"Spike? Did you actually write this?" She raised an eyebrow towards him.

"Um yeah, last night. Why?"

"It's good...almost too good. Have you written this kind of thing before?" She inquired.

"Like maybe once or twice. You really like it?" He perked up.

"I do. What did you think of mine?"

Spike cringed a little before answering. "It was...unique."

"You don't have to lie. I know it didn't turn out great." Twilight yawned. "Well I think it's safe to say you won...I'm kinda hungry now though."

"I'll go fix us up some waffles. I'll bring 'em to you when they're done." He ran off downstairs to the kitchen, leaving Twilight to her thoughts.

"Has someone been teaching him? Maybe that's where he's been going to all those afternoons. What if he asked someone to write it for him? But then who do I know that would be able to write like that?" She thought to herself. Unsatisfied with speculation, she decided to investigate personally.

Twilight crept by the kitchen on her way to Spike's room, careful to avoid detection. She quietly opened the door and left it ajar slightly. The room itself held relatively little aside from a few papers scattered on a desk. A cursory look revealed miscellaneous pages from what appeared to be another romance story of the same quality that Spike showed her. She opened a few drawers and found each one packed with either more papers or a published book, all signed by the same author, Amorous Star. She picked out one of the books and looked inside. "Hidden Under The Moonlight". This one wasn't supposed to be in stores for another week. The realization struck her like a train.

Spike was Amorous Star!

Author's Note

Yet another story pulled out of the corner of the aether! I should have warned you it has not been edited or even sanity-checked. If it was awful yell at me in the comments. If it was somehow alright feel free to praise me, erect shrines, name your children after me or simply leave a comment about how bad my grammar is.
I was writing smut (aha but which one?) when this idea just popped into my head, kinda about the do's and don'ts of writing that kind of stuff. Anyway hope you guys enjoyed as always. If this does well I might write more material similar to it.