"There is joy in three things: eating meat, riding meat, and putting meat into meat,” Spike read aloud.
He sat there, not sure what exactly that was supposed to mean, his bloodshot eyes staring blankly at the page in front of him. What was so important about reading this book? Who would even do such unspeakable things? And...WHY... was he all of a sudden feeling like he wanted a sandwich?
And then... it hit him
"What the fuck?" he stammered. "That's... rough..."
Spike dropped the book and began to wheeze out a fit of uncontrollable chuckles. He clutched his sides, snickering at the sudden realization of what that quote actually meant for over three minutes before finally settling down. That was perhaps the best way of describing the pony condition. Those three things definitely satisfied HIM. (Although in his head riding meat and putting meat into meat literally meant the same thing.)
Spike's chuckles quickly turned into a completely new frame of mind. He sat on his warm qashqai rug, his weed paraphernalia surrounding him and his face expressionless, staring out of the window at the setting sun for what must have been thirty minutes... maybe even two hours. His concept of time was never that great when he was stoned. He would sit there, his mind wondering and filtering through childhood memories to sex. Yes... sex. Sinful, cross-species, ball-slapping sex. Then it would wisp through to Rarity. The most gorgeous pony in Ponyville, the queen of fashion, a cultural debutante and... a freak under the sheets.
"That's right," he whispered, reaching for his 15 inch pipe. "A freak..."
And then...it hit him... ...Again.
All this time he had thought of new ways to satisfy Rarity. He read books, he watched some explicit shit on the Ponyweb. He even tried his hand at a few... uncomfortable toys that his unicorn lover began to gradually introduce over time. The short answer was... their sex was getting... weird. Spike remembered when every single fiber of her body used to totally arouse him. Now it seemed that things had become almost torturous. It wasn't her fault, she was still the best piece of ass he would ever get regardless of her slightly twisted way of doing things. It was him. Submission and doing things rough always seemed to take away from the emotion of the process. Yet she needed constant stimulation and sometimes Spike felt as though he just couldn't keep up with her demands. Curse the lack of evolutionary imperative for continuous male sexual performance!
But as he sat there, staring into his shot glass of weed, a wave of revelation washed over him.
Mary-Jane…
He loved it, it made him feel good, chilled and even philosophical. Everything he thought of or experienced was constantly heightened by his personal stash of homegrown Indoor. He was a herbal genius, perfecting strains for every one of life's situations. How had the thought never crossed his mind before?
He grabbed his book and flipped through it once more, searching for the right page. “There!” he exclaimed, tapping his finger on the words. “This is it: Anandamide, chemically similar to THC and also known as N-arachidonoylethanolamine or ‘the bliss molecule’, is an endogenous cannabinoid neurotransmitter… yada yada”
Spike looked at the words, skipping the scientific jargon, “Taken from the word ‘Ananda’ used in ancient pony texts, the word can be translated to ‘joy’ or ‘bliss’. The chemical is released by the body naturally at…” Spike smiled as he read the last few words. “The pinnacle of sexual fire.”
In other words, weed could replicate the effect. But Spike knew he couldn't just use any old bud. It had to be a specific strain, something with less bite and more growl. Something like…
Cheese... The ultimate Indica. An almost indirect aphrodisiac.
Maybe it was time for a change. Time to do things his way. Rarity would love this new experience, he just knew it. All he needed to do was pack up his Cheese and-
"Spike!" a shrill voice from downstairs called up.
"Shit..." he coughed, almost falling over from the sudden fright. "WHAT!?"
"Can you please come down? I need a hand with something."
"Fuckin'..." he whispered, now searching for his Cheese stash. "Yeah, yeah. In a minute, Twilight!"
He scrambled around the room, his focus dead set on hitting up Rarity, and gathered up his bong, a few bags of the good stuff and a condom... fuck it... make that three. When he was finally satisfied that he had everything packet in his satchel, he trudged from his room and down the spiral staircase of Twilight's palace towards the main entrance foyer.
"There you are," she said, standing resolutely in front of the door. "I think you and I need to talk."
Oh fuck, not this again…
Spike shifted his way to the last step and stood there staring just behind her left ear. The best way to get through these lectures was to phase out and let her vent. In the past three years since his maturity, it had seemed that his entire outlook on life had changed. He was once the dotting little geek that followed Twilight around like a bad smell. But ever since his sack dropped and after he found the courage to ask out his childhood crush, life had become far more focused on what HE wanted. As for Twilight, Spike had never come across anypony so uptight and in need of getting laid in his entire life.
Four months of dating Rarity had helped him gather much needed independence too. As well as an obnoxious and rebellious nature. Twilight knew this, spending much of the past three years watching his steady change from dutiful servant, to a foul-mouthed druggie with only three things on his mind: Sex, weed, food and sleep- a shit ton of sleep... Okay, make that four.
"And where exactly do you think you're going with that bag?" she questioned, pointing her hoof at his weed-filled satchel. "You know what? I don't even want to know. I was hoping that you could help me alphabetize my Ponyville genealogy collection but it seems that it quite simply slipped your mind... again."
"Yeah well-"
"And what about the dishes?" she continued. "You were meant to clean up all those plates from last night's dinner party this MORNING!"
"That's not-"
"And don't even get me started on the state of that room of yours!" she interjected, stomping her hoof on the ground. "I have never come across such a smell in my life. I told you to clean it up weeks ago!"
"Clean my room? That... kind of rings a bell-"
"This is MY palace. It doesn't exist solely for you to grow your own psychoactive pharmaceuticals!"
Spike began to space out again, closing his eyes and daydreaming.
"Spike!" she bellowed.
"Sorry, sorry," he stammered, now shaking his head. "I was just envisioning a weed utopia."
Twilight stared at him, her mouth slightly open. "How, Spike? How do you seem so perfectly in sync with me but- you know? I don't know why I bother. I've tried to be patient, I've tried to let you grow through this little stage of your life. But I'm honestly at the end of my tether." She shook her head and stepped away from the door. "Just go and don't expect the door to be unlocked when you finally stagger back inside!"
With that, she stuck her nose in the air and trotted off with a huff towards the kitchen. Spike watched her walk away and casually proceeded to the door, rolling his eyes in the process.
"Suck my dick." he hissed.
***
Twilight trotted from the kitchen and back into main entrance to see if Spike had left. Without wasting anytime, she trotted over to the window and peered out after him. Yep, he was walking. She gave his back one last glare before shutting the curtains and latching the door.
"Let's see how sleeping on the dirt feels when you're actually thinking straight!"
Twilight turned to head back to the library, her mind back on her studies, when something shiny caught her eye. A small little plastic packet lying abandoned on one of the stairs. She trotted closer, making out the contents of the bag. Small brownish buds clumped together and drying. It didn't need further investigation. It was one of Spike's little drug bags. He must have dropped it here by accident in his haste to leave. The bag was quickly levitated from its step and guided towards the trash can near the front door; momentarily passing by Twilight's nose.
A strong fragrance greeted her, a smell she couldn’t help but associate to something best described as ‘scorched black sludge”. Although unburned, the bag had the air of something stale and scorched. A staunch if not pungent reminder of how much she hated this substance. It simply reeked. Of course it did, it was a constant reminder of just how smelly Spike’s room was.
Yet a strange feeling of wonder began to pass through her mind. This was the first time Twilight had truly been alone with one of Spike’s precious globules of dead plant. The possibilities were endless. She could throw it out in a place that he could see it. Yes! that would show him just how much she hated it.
Yet as she deflected its progress from the trash can to window, the idea seemed wasteful. Throwing it away just wasn't spiteful enough. What if she… Smoked it?
No! Thats silly! she thought. Spike would just love it if she became a stoner.
Or would he?
Contrary to popular belief, a rebellious nature is no longer by definition ‘rebellious’ if it becomes the norm.
Wasn’t that the only reason Spike had become so obnoxious? Because of Twilight? Because his entire childhood was spent following HER rules? If anything, smoking his weed might just cause him to go insane.
Besides, Twilight was never one to turn down an opportunity to learn something new. This just seemed like one of those things that had to be experienced in order to be properly studied.
"Why in Equestria am I considering this?" she whispered, staring at the bag.
‘Practical application is always more fulfilling than theory…’
Somehow, this quote from one of Starswirl's old magic books seemed to fuel her resolve. The magic field around the bag dissolved, causing it to drop into her hoof with a tiny puff. She stared at it, still trying to fathom what sort of craziness had possessed her to do what she was about to do when moments ago she had just locked Spike out for the very same thing.
No, she thought. Spike was thrown out because he's an ungrateful little lecher that treats his only guardian like a doormat. You can't blame the weed for that. Twilight sighed. Now all she needed to figure out was how in Equestria does one smoke this stuff. Another more Twilight friendly quote came to mind.
‘...Although theory before practice is always advised.’
***
"But it was right here!" Spike exclaimed, rooting through his satchel.
"Oh Spikey," Rarity cooed from behind him, gently nuzzling his ear. "It's not important... I don't need weed to enjoy your company."
"Yeah but this WAS important! I packed it specifically for us." Spike continued to rummage through his satchel, tossing out flotsam and jetsam such as condoms and old seeds in the process.
Rarity paid no heed to Spike's flippant nature towards sex, in fact it was one of the things she admired about him most. She sat back and casually observed him. Goddess she enjoyed his flare. No matter how many new things they had introduced into their sex life, she had to admire how willing and open he was to her slightly sadistic nature. She loved inflicting pain and he was a willing candidate. It may have been because of this that she was open enough to try out his little weed fetishes (No matter how much she detested getting high). He may be a dirty little druggie, but he was HER little druggie.
"Spike... Let's just skip the weed. It's all the same at the end of the day."
"It is NOT all the same," he fired back. "I discovered a brand new way to enjoy... you know..." he nudged his head towards her lower extremities.
"My vagina?" she replied casually. "Spike, you do realize that you and I have been down this road a bunch of times?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well..." she began, tilting her head back and peering cheekily at him. "It’s always the same thing, isn't it? You come here all stoned out of your mind thinking sex with me whilst intoxicated is the best thing ever. I prove to you that it’s really not that great and we casually get on with the more... gratifying stuff." She winked at him.
"You mean the riding crop and the strangling?" Spike stood up and climbed onto her bed. "Don't you ever get tired of all the dominatrix type foreplay?"
Rarity raised an eyebrow. "I thought you liked it?"
"I do it because YOU like it."
Rarity gazed at him for a while before trotting up to him, sitting down on her hind legs and placing her head on his lap. "Play with my hair."
Spike did as he was told, gently caressing her violaceous mane.
"You're the only soul I let near my hair," she whispered. "I let you touch it because you like it. I do lots of things for you that I would never do for anypony else. Maybe it's because you're not a pony. Maybe it's because I've shared my body with you... or maybe it's simply because I love you. I smoke weed with you because you like it. Personally? I get no pleasure from it."
Spike stopped playing with her hair. "What?"
Rarity looked up at him.
"You seriously don't enjoy it? But this whole time I thought it was the one thing we had in common..."
"The ONE thing?" Rarity lifted her head up to glare it at him.
Spike had opened his mouth before he even realized what he had said. The truth was, neither of them truly had much in common at all. He being the nerdy stoner with a go nowhere attitude and she; the queen of fashion, duchess of style and goddess of beauty. It was apples and oranges... very large and juicy oranges... Wow... Spike could really go for a snack right now. Perhaps Rarity had a few of those leftover cupcakes Pinkie Pie made for last night's dinner party…
Rarity was still glaring at him. "Well?"
"Oh..." Spike shook his head. "You talkin’ to me?"
"Ughh..." Rarity backed away in a huff, levitated Spike's unmentionables back into his satchel and nudged it towards the corner of the bed. "And here I thought you couldn't get any more insensitive," she muttered.
Spike hopped off the bed awkwardly and moved closer to Rarity. "Look, I'm sorry. I just had a really bad tiff with Twilight before I got here. I honestly think she's just thrown me out."
"It wouldn't be the first time," Rarity scoffed.
"What?"
"What?" Rarity repeated in a mock tone. "Honestly, you've become so dense lately. Every time you come here its the same thing. You and Twilight have an argument about your little drug problem and then you spend at least 30 minutes moping about it when you get here. It’s not like it worries me... I can deal with it coming from you. But now I get it from Twilight, too. 'Spike does this, Spike does that... blah blah blah, weed sucks.'" She placed her hoof dramatically over her head. "Which of course has got me thinking that for some reason I'm enabling you somehow because Twilight is my friend and I feel as though-"
"Rarity..." Spike whispered, falling for her guilt trip.
"What?!" She fired at him.
"I know all that was important but... wow..." His eyes lingered upon her form. "You just look... Amazing when you're angry... Like... I'm kinda hard right now."
Rarity gaped at him. "You... excuse me?"
Don’t make her angry...
"F-fuck the weed," he replied, stepping towards her with a new sense of determination. "I just want you..."
"Spike," she chided, her cheeks beginning to grow pink. "Where's this coming from?"
"No more words..." he replied, finally reaching her and gently touching his finger to her lips. "I'm sorry if I might seem like I don't appreciate all that you do for me. I might seem like just a clueless little stoner. But I'm YOUR little stoner... And you... you're my beauty queen. Please don't stay mad... I'm sorry."
Rarity raised her eyebrow. "Are you sure that's just weed you smoked?"
"About... ninety percent sure."
Rarity chuckled in spite of herself. She had to admit that his spontaneity was the reason she could never stay angry at him for long. If anything, he never failed to surprise her.
"So... How are you going to make it up to me, darling?"
Spike stood as close to her as suggestively possible, taking the time to gaze upon her before placing his hand gently upon her cheek. He could feel her twist her head in acceptance of his touch before slowly bringing himself in for the kiss. As their lips touched, he could almost taste the sweet flavor of cherries on her mouth. His hand began to inch from her cheek towards the back of her neck, gently caressing his way towards her shoulder before placing his free hand around her waist.
"Okay, now I'm properly hard." he whispered after slowly breaking the kiss.
"No need to tell me that." she replied with a grin, quickly pushing her hoof up against his scrotum.
Spike felt himself shudder at the sudden grasp at his sensitive area. "Careful..."
"Oh this is just the beginning, my love." She pressed her lips against his, kissing him with a little more passion and vigor.
He could taste her tongue in his mouth as he was pushed backwards and onto her bed. With a light thud, Spike felt himself fall upon the soft exterior of her mattress, his vivacious lover following suit. There it was, the soft and delicate smoothness of her underbelly. He loved it when she was on top of him. He loved her heavy breathing, the sweet lavender smell of her mane as it brushed against his face and the feeling of her warm body against his.
Before spike could think of taking it further, he felt his arm suddenly and violently pulled towards the corner post of the bed and latched roughly to it.
"Wha-" Spike looked up at Rarity, her grin still fully extended. "Again?"
"Shut up," she hissed with a flare of malice. "Play nice, and I may just let you off with a... spanking."
Spike quickly glanced up at his hand. A metal cuff was latched firmly to his wrist, holding him in place. He could feel Rarity shifting her weight upon him. He could feel her hind legs straddling his lower body and her hoof extending his member in preparation.
"Wait," he pleaded, looking back into her eyes. "Can't we just take it sl-.... Ahhh..." Spike shuddered once again. He could feel her pressing down upon him and instinctively arched his back, pushing himself deep into her warm vulva. The horny unicorn letting out short and punctuating sigh as he did so.
The odd proverb that ‘meat inside meat’ brings pleasure sprang into his mind once more. Yet this was primarily the first introduction to sex, not what it should be for ever more. Why was it that out of all the nights he had spent pouring into that book had he STILL not advanced from such strictly carnal levels of love making? Still unable to find that ever illusive ‘bliss molecule’ that seemed almost unfound in Rarity’s supple form.
As sensual and as gratifying as being inside Rarity was, something within him had felt repressed.
Don't come! Don't Come! he thought desperately. This was her way of toying with him, and he knew she would win in the end. For as soon as Spike reached his first climax the night would take a turn down a dark path. Out would come the riding crop, the noose, the chains and goddess knows what other sick, perverted instrument of torture she had procured since the last time.
High or sober, Spike knew that nothing could quite beat the intensity of the first build up. Feeling her body moving in rhythm with his, her subtle moans of desire, the way she stretched her hoof behind her neck in ecstasy and the sweet smell of her sex was all too overwhelming for the young dragon.
Meat inside meat… Mechanics...
"Oh, jeez..." he wheezed, struggling with all his might to hold it back. The pleasure was beginning to increase, he could feel himself clenching his hands into fists in an attempt to fight it back. Yet the more he fought, the faster she would sashay herself atop his shaft. It was just too much, too fast. Spike arched himself one last time, thrusting as deep as he could before finally climaxing inside her.
He felt her movements slow and her breathing decrease as she gazed innocently down at him. "Had to take care of that easy one..."
Spike merely gulped. This was where the fun started. Or at least for her it did.
"Can we maybe skip the-" Spike felt the word crushed in his throat by the sudden and violent tightening of a leather collar around his neck that Rarity had seemed to have summoned from nowhere.
"The what?" she replied casually, wrapping the collar's slack around her hoof.
"Never mind," he spluttered, feeling a slight swelling in his face.
***
Twilight found herself staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. Her head felt like butter and her body sunken into the sheets and pillows of her four-poster. Nothing could quite describe this new feeling she was experiencing. It was like an adventure in her own head. Every little forgotten memory and every little bubbly thought felt somehow exaggerated. She had forgotten just how much of the stuff she had actually smoked.
At first it was absolute hell. She had no idea how much to pack into the pipe so she simply filled it up, thinking she'd only smoke as much as required to get her adequately high. The first pull saw her spluttering and coughing in a frenzy, her face hot and her throat feeling like it was on fire. But no feeling of euphoria greeted her, no bubbly sensation that Spike constantly hammered on about. So with a little more determination, she pulled again. Inhaling a bit more before feeling her throat start to catch alight a second time. Again and again she pulled, each one smoother and a bit less taxing on her.
Before she knew it, Twilight had finished the entire pipe and still felt nothing major, if maybe a little light headed. It wasn't until fifteen minutes had past did she start to feel it in all it’s splendor. From a light headed sense to a tingling in the back of her skull, her entire perception started to change. She was fully and undoubtedly aware of the fact that she had smoked way too much for her first time. She was becoming paranoid, pacing around the vast halls of her palace in an attempt to force herself to think normally again. Every little creek and whoosh of air sent her into a panic, every time she thought she was coming down she was once again struck by a wave of head spinning thoughts.
How long had she been pacing? Minutes? Hours? Her perception of time was nonexistent and her only hope was to lie down and rest. If anything, it would somehow quell the headache she could feel somewhere in the distance of her altered reality. It was not until she found herself snuggled in her bed did she start to feel her breathing slow down and her heart rate drop. The sensation had changed from scary to relaxing. She began to lose herself in a wave of nostalgia, remembering long forgotten habits she used to keep as a child and giggling like a school filly in the process. She was actually starting to enjoy it, even the headache was beginning to recede.
This was the life. No wonder Spike loved it so much. Who knows... maybe he was right after all. "Crap." she muttered. Perhaps locking him out wasn't the best idea. But that meant that she would have to get up. She groaned, stretching her legs and feeling the fabric of her bed against her body.
"Ohhhh Celestia... I'm... so... h-"
Twilight's relaxed state was suddenly interrupted by a loud crash from the main foyer.
"W-what?" she stammered, rolling off the bed and onto the floor.
Picking herself up and feeling suddenly alert, Twilight levitated the old bong in front of her as a weapon and began to trot slowly down the staircase towards the foyer. "I've got a weapon! Don't you dare move!"
"Erghh..." came a voice nearby the door. "The fuck you lock me out for?"
Twilight came to a halt at the bottom of the staircase to find Spike face down in a pile of glass below a very smashed window. "Spike..."
"Supriiiise..." he groaned sarcastically, picking himself up from the ground and looking up at Twilight.
Twilight quickly lowered the bong beside her. "My window! You COLOSSAL asshole!"
"I'll fix it... in the morning," he replied. "Wait... did you just swear? And is that..." he glanced over at the glass tube. "My bong?"
"Uhhh... yeah... it was the um... you know... first thing I could find..."
Spike began to wipe fragments of glass of his scales, stopping to grimace at an apparent pain from his rear. "You hear a possible attacker, so you pick up a glass ornament as a weapon? Why exactly were you picking up MY bong which is usually sealed away in MY room?"
Twilight bit her lip, still not exactly sure of whether or not she was hiding her state of mind well enough. "Uhm... I was... It... well you see..."
Spike's eyes widened, looking from his bong to Twilight's eyes. Noticing only then how red they were. "You have… GOT to be fucking with me..."
"What?" she stammered stupidly. "I was just examining..."
Spike began to grin widely. "You little fiend! You were smoking!"
"I was not-" she tried. "Honestly, I just have... dry eyes... or something..."
"Or something," he chided. "Ahh Twilight, I'm not angry. You can be honest with me. I'm just wondering where in Equestria you managed to get ahold of weed."
Twilight sighed, conceding. "I found it on the floor. Thought I'd give it a try."
"On the floor?" Spike clapped his hand over his face. That was the Cheese, you moron. "Oh for f-... seriously?! You had to go and smoke MY weed?"
"Well, you just LEFT it there!" she fired back. "I WAS just going to throw it out!"
"Really? Wow..." Spike began to feel guilty. "Sorry, that was unnecessary."
"You see that? That right there?" she continued, pointing a hoof at him. "THAT’S the kind of... rudeness I've been having to deal with ever since you started this... this... drug!"
Spike looked up. "How many times do I have to explain it you? It's not a drug! I take it because it helps me... deal with things!"
Twilight snorted. "And exactly what does your lazy hide have to deal with that requires such a potent stress reliever? Is adolescence too much for baby Spike?"
Spike glared at her. "You know nothing, Twilight Sparkle."
Twilight rolled her eyes. "Nice try. Spoiler alert; I've already seen that show and I-"
"This." Spike interrupted, lifting his neck up to reveal a rather ugly ligature mark on his throat.
Twilight gasped. "Spike, where did you get those-”
"Oh! And these too," he continued, lifting both arms up in front of him to show her two more marks on his wrists. "There's others too, but they're in places I can't really show you... Nor would I want to."
Twilight could barely understand how such marks could even appear on scales let alone skin. "Could I... Could I take a look?" she asked tentatively, taking a few steps closer to him.
"I suppose. But before you go all crazy on me. It wasn't as if anypony attacked me. I let her do it-"
Twilight stopped inches away from him. "Wait, you mean to tell me Rarity did this to you?"
“DID this? She does it all the time. But I-"
"Just wait until I get my hoof on that crazy pony. I'll... I'll fling acid in her face!" Twilight turned for the door, but Spike was already in front of her.
"Whoa whoa whoa..." he exclaimed, placing both hands on her chest as if to hold her back. "Like I said. I LET her do it. It's not like she forces-" Spike quickly had to stop and think about the wording of that sentence. "I mean... she doesn't... We have, like... safety words."
"What in Celestia's name are you on about?"
"Its..." Spike really didn't feel like explaining the details of Rarity's kink to Twilight Sparkle of all ponies. "Complicated. Its part of, you know, what we do as... as... lovers."
Twilight pulled a face. "You mean to tell you two do this for-" she grimaced, "ewww."
"You asked!" Spike replied. "Besides, it's not as if I really wanted share the-"
Twilight lifted a hoof to show that she was not quite done. "Ewwwwwwwww."
Spike crossed his arms. "You finished?"
Her grimace turned into a grin. "I guess... I guess she wears the pants, huh?"
"Are you remotely surprised?" he asked.
"Not really," she responded casually. "So, is that why you smoke weed? As some kind of alternative painkiller to... I don't know... This new thing called Aspirin?"
"Well, not entirely."
"Yeah, I didn't think so."
"Oh and you have room to talk? Princess I-smoke-weed-behind-Spike's-back?" he retorted. "Is it an alternative painkiller for that stick up your ass?"
Twilight bit her lip. "Okay you got me." She grinned at him, still feeling the effects of the herb. "He he he... stick up my ass..."
"Wow. You MUST be high..." he said, glancing at the bong by the stairs. "Usually I'd have my head on a plaque for that."
"Hey, I can laugh at myself," she responded, looking a little hurt by the insinuation. "You really think my head's so big I can't take a little joke?"
Spike was about to say that it wasn't intended as a joke but thought against it. "So," he continued, attempting to steer the conversation. "Why did you smoke my weed?"
Twilight thought about her answer. "I don't really know. At first I thought it was to see what the fuss was about, but any old look through one of my books could explain its effects. Then I thought maybe I just wanted to spite you. Smoke all your weed before you got home so you wouldn't have any left. Then I was like... Wow... That's kind of... foalish."
Spike raised his eyebrow. "Why would you want to spite me by smoking my weed?"
"Maybe it's because lately you've treated me like dirt?" she replied with venom.
"I don't... I don't treat you badly. Do I?" Spike started to feel his cheeks redden. Of course he did... He had been rude, judgmental and downright mean to her for as long as he started dating Rarity. Although, it wasn't all entirely him. Twilight too had changed. She was stricter, less forgiving of his mistakes and way too bossy for even her worst moments in the past.
Twilight glared at him. "You know you do. I can see the revelation just oozing out of your eyeballs."
"But you've been different too," Spike argued. "All this bossiness and what not. Ever since I started dating Rarity."
"Well maybe I think you're just too good for her. Ever thought about that?"
It was true, Spike had never really bothered to get her opinion on his affair with Rarity. In fact, he hadn't really spoken any more than two words at a time to Twilight since then. Not that either word was anything friendly to begin with. He looked up at her, trying to discern what was going on her head. "Are you... jealous?"
Twilight simply snorted. "I have more of your weed in my room and I could really use another bong. Maybe you can show me how it's done?"
Stonewalled. Spike always knew when Twilight was being evasive, but he'd let her have this one for now. Besides, the opportunity to get high with the first pony he had ever known was something he couldn't miss. "Sure, why not?"
Twilight smiled and let him pass her as the two of them made their way up the staircase and towards the master bedroom. Spike made an effort to pick up the bong himself on the way up, giving her the ‘Let the master show you’ look.
"Wow," Spike murmured, staring at her messy bed. "Looks like you had your own little party in here."
"It's not what it looks like," she retorted with a frown. "The bed was just really comfortable."
"I know. Relax," he replied, hopping onto the mattress and getting comfortable between two pillows. "I was just messing with you."
Twilight didn't respond. Instead, she levitated the rest of the weed onto his lap and sat curled up next to him. "Work your magic."
Spike did as he was told. Picking up the weed with the intent to crush it up only to find it was already finely ground. He was impressed. "I see you crushed the whole lot, I didn't know you were so...well-versed in the process."
"Spike, we live in a palace with two libraries. Did you really think I wouldn't have researched how it's all done?"
"So then what am I showing you?"
Twilight grinned. "Nothing. I'm just too lazy to pack it myself."
Spike snickered. "Who said I'm packing this one for you?"
Twilight rolled her eyes and watched him pack, smoke and hold it in before exhaling a thick, purple, ring shaped cloud towards the ceiling. It hovered over their heads for a few seconds before breaking apart and evaporating into nothing. "Pretty cool, huh?" he said, in awe of his own creation. "Dragon breath."
Twilight had to admit she found the display rather mesmerizing, but she knew she could keep up. "Give it here. I'll show you a REAL trick."
Spike packed another one and passed it over. Twilight levitated it from his hand and up to her lips, giving him a wink before a spark of magic from her horn lit up the contents of the pipe. Slowly, Twilight began to pull it through, separating the pipe from its chamber before inhaling the rest of it. Once again, her horn sparked and as she exhaled, a thick plume of rainbow colored smoke gushed into the air. The whole display was perfect up until the point Twilight started coughing out the rest of the smoke.
"That... ahem... was quite... thick," she wheezed. "Phew... wow..."
Spike had only realized now how widely he was grinning. She was an absolute natural, if anything, an artist. "Wow! That was...beautiful."
Twilight blushed. Whether it was due to the fact that her cheeks felt so hot or due to the compliment she couldn't tell. "Thanks," she whispered, rubbing her hoof awkwardly. "You know that's the first time you've said anything nice to me in over four months?"
Spike said nothing, letting the silence pass over them for a while before finally piping up. "Twilight?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you jealous?"
She sighed. "I was hoping to avoid this conversation."
"Why?" he asked. "We're on a comfortable bed, we're nice and cozy, and- I dunno about you, but I'm really buzzed. Now is the perfect time to talk about it."
Twilight put her hooves over head and sunk into her pillow. "Fine. I'm not...jealous...just...well you see, jealousy is a part of it...sort of..."
"I knew that already. I'm asking why. And I can barely hear you through that pillow."
Twilight turned herself around so she could lie on her back. "You really aren't making this easy for me, are you?" She looked at him, waiting for the response that never came. Moment of truth. "Okay, I find it silly. Silly, that you could be so in love with a pony so... different from you. In love with her and not a pony you've known your whole life. Like me." She sat up again, holding up her hoof. "It’s not because I'm IN LOVE with you, Spike. It’s that... well nopony has ever loved me. Nopony has ever sent me flowers, never once have I got a love note or even been stared at creepily. Not even the soul who's lived with me his whole life sees me as anything more than a friend."
Spike wasn't sure how to respond, although deep down he always knew that such things had bothered her. She was just never very open about her deepest desires. Maybe that was the problem. "You ever think maybe it's because you never let anypony in? Besides the five mares that share the elements of harmony with you?" he asked. "And I don't think even THEY know you half as well as I do."
"Just because I'm a busy pony it doesn't mean I don't want to feel admired or pretty."
"It’s not because you're busy, it’s because you're just... unapproachable. Honestly, I think a stallion would be too scared to even speak to you, let alone wolf-whistle when he sees you walking down the lane." Looking at her, Spike knew this wasn't the answer she was hoping for. "And you ARE pretty. You're one of the prettiest ponies in town- No lie."
Twilight raised an eyebrow. "Why in Equestria would they be scared of me?"
"Well, let’s list it all off. When you arrived here from Canterlot all those years ago, everypony knew that you were special. You were hoof chosen by the royal monarch herself to learn about friendship. From that very day, possibly even before, you were protected, conditioned, and you were under HER tutelage. You know magic far beyond that of any normal unicorn because the power within you in is PURE magic. Like that of all the princesses. In time, you became an alicorn, you defeated Tirek in single combat and after that you were heralded as the Princess of Friendship. One of the four most powerful ponies in Equestria. Never mind the fact that we live in a treehouse palace with more rooms than Ponyville has houses. All these things, whether you like it or not, cut you off from regular society. No stallion other than the well-to-dos of Canterlot would ever think themselves worthy of you."
Twilight's ears dropped as she rubbed a hoof over her left wing.
"But... I bet every single stallion in town dreams of being chosen by you," he said, trying to make the reality cheery. "I've never come across a pony more desirable or more beautiful than an alicorn and here I am stoning with one. I should be in awe."
"So what you're saying is I'm doomed to a life of either being married to a pony who walks around with a permanent bad smell under his nose or as a virgin princess."
Spike frowned. "I think you missed the part where I called you beautiful. Besides, I seriously doubt Princess Luna or Celestia have lived as long as they have as virgins. The sexual frustration would literally cause them to become astronomical lunatics."
This seemed to spark the reaction he was looking for. Twilight began to giggle to the point where she couldn't contain it. Even Spike started to chuckle until the two of them were both rolling on the bed laughing crazily. The laughter ensued until they both calmed down and silence had once again fallen over them. A new atmosphere found its way into the room, a slight... tension. Twilight sat up again and so did Spike, a little closer to each other than before.
She looked up at him and he returned a smile. Before she even knew what she was doing, before she could even stop herself, Twilight had leaned straight across her bed and kissed him. A simple, yet lasting kiss on his lips before quickly pulling away and facing the opposite direction.
Spike sat motionless, struck dumb by her sudden show of affection. He wanted to say something... anything. He knew from the very start where this was going, so why did he not have the right words to say? Perhaps it was because he never expected it to feel so... right.
"I'm... sorry," she stammered. "That was silly."
"No..." he whispered, touching his lips. "Its okay... I... I liked it."
Twilight looked back around at him. "You're just high... S-so am I. That was wrong of me."
"We're high, not drunk. We can still pretty much control what we say and do... You know unless we smoke, like... a shit-ton of weed. Then we'll start freaking the fuck out and getting all paranoid."
"I WAS pretty paranoid earlier. I don't feel that way now, so... I guess... Fuck... Rarity. How can I do this to her?"
"Did you just say 'fuck'?"
"Spike, pay attention! This is serious. You're her boyfriend, I shouldn't have put you in this position."
Spike snorted. "If anything, Rarity put me in this position."
"Huh?"
"Look at me, Twilight," he said, lifting up his arms again. "I'm like her little masochistic play thing. I actually hate it. All the abuse and guilt tripping. This stopped being fun for me ages ago. She doesn't show me anything but aggression when for the first time in... who knows, I felt affection... tenderness. I felt that when you kissed me."
"But Spike-"
Spike moved closer to her, putting his hand on her wing and another under her chin, lifting it up gently so that he could face her. "Have you ever felt like you made the biggest mistake of your life but you held on because it’s the only good thing you think you have? No matter how shitty it actually is in reality?"
Twilight didn't resist his touch. Instead, her wings began to slowly unfurl. Despite herself, she was enjoying it. "I don't want to be the pony who comes in between two friends. I couldn't bear breaking things up because of... physical attractions."
"So you're saying you don't like this? You don't want this?"
"It might feel right, but the timing is wrong. I-"
Spike took the chance, kissing her like she did him. Moving his hands through the delicate feathers of her wings. Goddess, they were soft. The longer he held it, the more he knew she couldn't resist him. Eventually she returned the favor, kissing him back passionately. He never thought this night would end on twilight's bed, his tongue in her mouth and hands on her body. There was something different about touching her, she seemed so... innocent. Inexperienced. She had no idea what she was doing yet she was doing it nonetheless.
He had become swept up in the moment, forgoing all logic and reason. His hand began to move from her wing and towards her waist. Lower and lower until…
"Hold on there, cowboy," she chirped, letting go of the kiss.
"S-sorry," he stammered, pulling his hand away. "I was just a bit-"
"That thing you do with your tongue when you kiss me," she interrupted. "Do that for just a moment longer. Then we'll see about where your hands can go."
Eager Beaver, he thought. "Yes, your majesty. I live to serve."
"Shut up and kiss me."
Spike chuckled and gently embraced her once more, hands back on her wing and behind her neck. He continued to kiss her, caressing her neck and applying just the right amount of pressure on her wing to slowly coax her to lie down with him.
The feeling of the soft mattress against her fur had a calming effect on her. As the kissed continued, she could feel his first hand begin to lower once more. First, down her neck to her chest, then wrapped neatly behind her waste, wedged snugly between her and her bed. The hand on her wing then followed. Brushing softly over her feathers towards her flank, taking a detour around her hind leg and resting, poised on her inner thigh.
"Oh, so very close," he whispered through his kiss, feeling her hooves wrap around the small of his back. Spike had only now noticed how hard he had become. It had never been this quick with Rarity, not since their very first time. But the acknowledgment of Twilight's touch was like a turbo boost to his emotions. It was something new, something unanticipated. This was like no desire he had felt before. It felt deeper, it felt pure.
He lowered his hand towards her femininity and felt her.
"Oh..." she uttered in a whisper so quiet, Spike wasn't even sure he had heard it.
A new sensation began to pulsate through Twilight's body. Something intense and building. The longer she felt his hand between her legs, his fingers working a new sort of magic on and inside her, the more this feeling began to increase. The pulses felt like ripples of water moving through her body. The longer he pleasured her, the larger these ripples started to feel. Larger and larger, threatening to burst through until finally gushing over and seeping through her like a tidal wave.
Twilight moaned, feeling as though her heart couldn't quite take the intensity of this ecstasy. "Spike... I... Oh my... I think..."
"I think you just came," he said with pride. "Was that your first... you know... Orgasm?"
Twilight nodded cutely, feeling the after effects of the ripples still coursing through her. Combined with how buzzed she felt, it made her feel giddy. She looked up at him and swore that she could almost see the expectation in his eyes. She smiled and kissed his nose. "I want to..." she said. "I'm... I'm ready."
Spike slowly shifted his body, lifting himself above her and leaning his knees on the bed between her hind-hooves. He held this position, just staring at her. It was as much the first time for him as it was for her somehow. This was no ordinary joining, there was something else hovering between them tonight. Only now, suspended above her, did Spike finally understand what this was.
Making Love…
"Are you sure?" he asked, feeling her tremble beneath him.
"I'm a little scared, actually..." she admitted.
"Me too." Spike replied truthfully.
Silence followed. It seemed loud, as though it was screaming into his ear. Now was the moment that seemed like his entire life had built up to. He had never felt so paralyzed, yet so determined.
Her eyes glistened in the light, almost expectantly. This is it…
In a single motion, Spike thrust downwards. A tight enough fit, but their bodies had become one, melded and intertwined.
Twilight's eyes shot open, feeling that awful sensation of something inside her tear sharply.
"Oh!" she gasped, scrunching her nuzzle as tight as possible.
Spike held still, his member fully enclosed inside her. "Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" he asked quickly.
Yes you are! she thought, shutting her eyes. "No, no... its fine, just keep moving."
"Okay..."
Spike began to move himself against her, rocking her body in motion with his. He couldn't quite bring himself to believe that this was in any way comfortable for her. That look in her eyes of pure anxiety, he knew her too well to believe otherwise. But she was stronger than he thought. Holding in the desire to just scream as the pain of her first time pierced through her most sensitive organ.
Spike held his rhythm, keeping his gaze permanently on her face. There came that feeling again, that tingling sensation of making love had once again etched itself into his mind. He had not been Rarity's first time, he’d never got to experience with her just how emotional and connecting it was to have had her untouched by another stallion. To feel just how tight her insides were, to be the one who claimed the right of passage first.
As masculine as deflowering Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship and alicorn goddess, had felt. Spike knew just how important and tough such an act for her to give herself away like this was. The fear she would feel from the bodily trauma alone was evidence enough of how much trust she was putting into him. How quickly they had moved, from angry at each other to deeply and passionately connected.
Her sex felt good. Her smell, her touch even the beads of sweat slightly matting her fur had him utterly aroused. Spike began to rock his body faster, building that climax in unison with the electricity of the moment. All the while cradling her body as if to coo, it will be alright. Trust me. I love you.
Love? Can’t be. Too soon...
Spike broke his gaze with her for the first time, closing his eyes and bowing his head. He was coming, he could feel its intensity. His body screamed for him to rock faster, thrust deeper, push harder. But he didn’t. He maintained his gentle pace to keep the trembling form beneath him feeling safe.
The sound of his heavy breathing, his heart beating in his ears and the sensation of losing control of his body seemed to happen all in an instant. This feeling was something far more intense than any orgasm he had experienced in his life. That pinnacle moment when sex reaches that arc seemed to suspend itself in time.
Spike’s eyes flung open and darted to the ceiling. Every muscle in his body tensing before he felt that ever familiar release injecting itself deep into Twilight Sparkle.
Bliss… He had finally reached ‘Ananda’. He had found it in the loins of a goddess.
