Hot Singles In your Area Waiting to Meet You
Author's Note
This is a story I decided to write for fun; for shits and giggles. This was done in, collectively, about a day and a half. No extra editors, no other universes, no massive backstory. Just a small inspiration, a small theme, a small story, and sex. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope that you'll have a similar experience while reading.
If this appeals to you, then I hope you enjoy! If not, please refer to my short bio for my standing, and thanks for giving it a go.
Hot Singles In your Area Waiting to Meet You
Summer Sparkles
By: Flammenwerfer
Ponyville, Equestria was no stranger to sudden changes in the weather. In fact, it was expected to sometimes have massive rainstorms and sudden bouts of heat, all in the same day; this was not unique to the small town at all, actually. The variation in weather patterns was owed to the great ability of the force of nature to essentially be planned, distributing water resources and giving the perfect amount of sunshine to just what was needed for a particular area in Equestria at a particular time.
Such a system, though brutally efficient and equitable, was not always perfect, and was still prone to the omnipresent curse of ‘human error.’ Case in point, on a week that Ponyville was scheduled for torrential rainfall and thunderstorms—much looked forward to as relief from the summer heat of Celestia’s Sun—the town would instead bear an entire week of an even worse heatwave with moderate humidity, courtesy of a few erroneous pen strokes by some poor bastard far away from the place. The town had been quite vocal in its collective protest of the people, but with rainwater already being distributed, it was, regrettably, too late to reverse the error, and as such, the residents of Ponyville were instructed to ride out the unplanned, blistering heatwave with the promise of an extra-long, extra-powerful rainstorm as relief come the week’s end.
It was enough to prevent a small-scale riot, but it certainly did not prevent the grand majority from pissing and moaning the entire time. None were as vocal about it as Twilight Sparkle, the resident librarian of Ponyville. Sitting at her desk within the massive treehouse, her attempts to get any work done were in vain, as she religiously kept wiping her brow or neck of any moisture that happened to form. The fair-skinned, if slightly tanned girl was doing her best to soldier through the heat… even if it made her sweat directly onto her papers or made her perfectly brushed and straight hair rather frizzy. It was a battle between her comfort and her work ethic, and a rather contentious one at that.
Unfortunately for her, she knew little in the way of local cooling spells, and her quest to find one that was feasible bore no fruit at all. As such she was stuck with a little folding fan as her only source of relief. Even more interesting was Twilight’s current attire: a plain, lavender bra and her denim shorts. While normally she prided herself on modesty, and would at least wear a tank top on Sundays when no one was expected to come into the library, it got to the point where she quite literally did not care anymore. It was the final day before the expected relief of rain and she felt that her suffering earned her a few liberties here and there.
“Gah… Okay, so, if we try this…” Twilight began speaking to herself to get back on track, doing her best to not focus on the overbearing heat. Continuing her one-person conversation with a mumble, she began scribbling notes on her parchment while making sure to wipe her forehead with her free hand. As she got back to work, her best friend and ‘number one assistant,’ Spike entered the common room from upstairs, carrying a heap of books in his grasp, having been given the job of re-shelving the bookcases. Thanks to a growth spurt about a year prior, he stood roughly about the same height as Twilight, and with some extra muscle mass, it allowed him to do quite a lot more around the Library, something the lavender-haired girl was more than thankful for.
And though she would never vocally admit it, some decent eye candy once in a while.
Spike set the pile of book on the ground and began the process of re-shelving, something he had done so many times in the past it was almost automated for his hands. As for his attire, the emerald-haired young man wore a standard indigo T-shirt and some forest-green shorts, not finding the excessive heat too bothersome, something he owed to the draconic blood that flowed proudly through his veins.
“Elements of Harmony… under E,” he muttered to himself, placing the book in its rightful place. As Spike got into his routine, Twilight, on the other side of the room, felt that she was on the verge of a breakthrough in her work. However, at the last possible second, a nice drop of sweat managed to evade her hand and drop straight onto the parchment and directly onto the last portion of her writing.
“UGH!” Twilight loudly exclaimed, tossing her hands up in frustration and tearing the paper in two. Such a sudden action startled Spike out of his concentration, forcing him to drop the book he was holding. It was clear that she was at her wits end. “This damn HEAT. I can’t take it anymore!”
“Twilight, for the hundredth time, just deal with it,” Spike replied, rolling his eyes and turning to face her at her desk, though was a bit more shocked when he found her in her aforementioned clothing, or lack thereof. “Whoa… why are you in just… your bra and shorts?”
“Because it’s as hot as Tartarus outside, that’s why!” tersely replied, ire lacing each and every one of her words. Spike, for the record, was no stranger to seeing Twilight in her undergarments, though for no more than a moment or two at a time and usually by accident. The inherent problem with the situation now was that Spike had been coming to grips with some weird feelings he had been having for Twilight this past week. Around Tuesday afternoon, she had asked him if some tank top that she was wearing at the time still fit her fine, since it was older than the rest. It wasn’t an unusual request, but Spike had found Twilight much more… shapely than he remembered, that time around.
“I got the idea the last thousand times you’ve told me that,” Spike replied sarcastically, earning a deadpanned glare in return… a glare that he found a bit harder to take seriously, and that made him somewhat uneasy in his mind and stomach. “W-Well what happened to the tank tops you always wear?” Spike asked, not entirely sure why he asked that question once the words left his mouth, especially since his thoughts had been dragged back to that very Tuesday.
“It’s so humid that the fabric is sticking to my skin!” Twilight punctuated by unsticking the rear strap of her bra from her back, along with fanning her face with the fan she kept on her desk. Witnessing a lone bead of sweat drop from her chin to the very top of her chest, near the start of her cleavage, did not help his mental and emotional turmoil either. “At this point I really don’t care… not that you mind, I’m sure,” she continued, shooting a light jibe at her best friend with an accompanying playful smirk.
“I don’t really care, actually. It’s just that, ummm…” he suddenly felt the urge to scratch an itch right on the back of his head. “I’m not really used to seeing you wear just that around the house.”
“Well, I’m not as fortunate to be able to bask in the heat like you are, with all your draconic heritage,” Twilight added with her own sarcastic edge.
“Well if it bothers you so much I can take off my shirt so you’re not so lonely,” Spike riposted humorously and with a playful smugness about his demeanor.
“Harharhar so fahnny,” Twilight replied with exaggerated humor while still fanning herself. “Get back to shelving the books, mister.”
“Yes, master,” Spike had the final, playful edge and a bow, which elicited an over-the-shoulder glare from the librarian. Spike had always enjoyed getting under Twi’s skin once in a while, as he found her responding ire to be rather laughable and in good humor. However, since the whole Tuesday incident, he had been noticing that she looked much ‘cuter’ when she shot him a serious glare or legitimately got annoyed at his antics. This was only further confirming what he was thinking: developing feelings for Twilight. Spike began to mull over this development as the two devolved into silence, letting his body and experience take over in shelving the books.
He and Twilight had been together since he was born, so from the outside, the two would almost seem like brother and sister. It never felt that way to him, in all honesty, and Twilight seemed to agree. To them, it was a deep connection that went beyond that of even best friends, but it certainly did not feel like a brother-sister connection. However, up until very recently, Spike was also certain that such a relationship had no form of a romantic aspect to it. Spike was worried that that assertion was beginning to have much less merit to it as the week dragged on.
And this revelation was happening way too fast for him to be at all comfortable with it.
He always knew Twilight was beautiful, though the thought was taken as more of a given rather than an opinion he formulated himself. Now, though, Spike felt that Twilight was genuinely gorgeous, if catching himself eyeing up her entire body was enough indication. Two days prior, he happened to catch her reaching for a book on the shelf and got a good view of her backside, as well as her general form: petite, yet just the right amount of curves in the right places… in his opinion. He was more than willing to admit that Twilight had a nice butt, an ass that was quite comely despite its owner seemingly being glued to a chair for reading or doing work. Spike did have to remember that Twilight would run all over Ponyville and beyond just to get things done and prevent her own freak-outs over nothing, so he supposed that was what contributed to her slim form.
She even had the coveted ‘back dimples’ on her lower back as the figurative cherry on top. Spike could not help but internally salivate.
“Do we have anything going on today, Twi?” Spike asked, snapping himself out of his daydreaming stupor. He would rather not fantasize about Twilight while she was not even thirty feet from him, so a few words of conversation, he figured, would do him well.
“Thank Celestia we don’t,” Twilight promptly responded, flipping her hair to unstick it to her back and earning a mild blush from Spike. “I don’t think I could deal with going outside today. It’s not even ten in the morning and I feel like I need another shower.”
“Oh, alright,” Spike replied rather awkwardly, going back to shelving the pile of books he had in front of him as, upon looking at her once more, any other words he had planned died on his lips. After shelving the book he had in his hand, Spike ran his fingers through his unkempt hair and exhaled a breath that he did not know he was holding in; more thoughts began forcing themselves into his mental view. Spike had felt bad, if dirty, in viewing Twilight in a sexual nature, feeling it was somehow disrespectful to her. In an effort to stamp out any guilt for doing so, something he really did not want to deal with, he had to remind himself that she was more than physically attractive.
True, the girl had a wonderful figure. She was certainly not as well-endowed as, say, Fluttershy, nor at peak athleticism like Rainbow Dash. As previously mentioned, she did, however, possess a cute, quite ‘grab-able’ butt, which was always a plus, but it was not to say that Twilight was any shirker with her upper body. Doing laundry, Spike had, on many occasions, had to handle her bras, and thus inadvertently learned her cup size: 34 C; quite admirable. Top it all off with the beautiful, blemish-free face that Twilight took diligent care of and she was a looker. Spike would catch others staring at her all the time, though, through her obliviousness and one-track mind, she never noticed, cared, or some combination of both.
He had to remember, though, that he knew Twilight more than any of their friends. She was a girl of discipline and rigid work ethic, something that Spike had grown to respect about her, despite having ‘hated’ it when he was younger. Her drive to always succeed was something that he truly admired about her, as well as her ability to always be there for her friends. She had a wonderful heart and, despite all the frustrations of life, and combining this with her physical attributes, Twilight wasn’t beautiful or gorgeous.
She was sexy.
And apparently, Spike’s own anatomy thought so as well. He looked down and confirmed the odd feeling he felt stirring down under, donning a look of pure annoyance and mentally venting his frustrations.
Wow… really??? Son of a bitch…
Glaring at his unwelcome erection through his shorts was not helping to reduce it, unfortunately. Such a problem existed for all males and if willing it down did not work, the second line of defense was always thinking of something particularly un-arousing. To help it along, he also got back to work, hoping that the monotony of shelving would take his mind off of unwanted subject matter, and return things to their status quo. However, no such luck, as Spike was slowly beginning to feel the heat when his thoughts always ended with Twilight.
“The rain can’t come soon enough,” he said out loud, though a good bit louder than he had meant, as Twilight perked up from her desk.
“What was that, Spike?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder as she continued to scribble down some notes. Spike went rigid, as he did not wish to bear himself to Twilight in his state. So, he decided on answering her call with a response that would no way arouse and sort of suspicion in the slightest.
“Nothing.”
“Really? Because I could’ve sworn it sounded like you were hoping for the rain to come,” Twilight pointedly remarked. “What’s wrong? Heat too much for you, suddenly?” she added with a smirk.
“Hey, just because I don’t mind the heat, doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy rain,” Spike countered, continuing with his task. Twilight bobbed her head in consideration.
“True,” she stated, wiping her neck. “But, you’re redder than me right now and you have a moisture sheen on your hairline…” she pointed out smugly.
Being told this actually alerted Spike to the fact that his face did indeed feel flushed. He also moved to wipe off his hairline.
“Y-Yeah? Oh yeah, you’re totally right!” he readily agreed with her. The conversation was not helping him reach pre-arousal state. Twilight was about to quip something witty, but she immediately put her thinking face on… which was still cute to Spike.
NOT HELPING.
“Wait… it was a little hotter yesterday and the day before, and you didn’t even break a sweat or look uncomfortable at all. You even wore long sleeves! Spike, are you okay?” Twilight asked, suddenly turning concerned and if Spike knew her as well as he was just thinking about, she was about to go into her protective, over-reactive phase… something he didn’t need right now. Doing a quick mental check of things that he legitimately needed in his life, Spike did not need an overreaction from Twilight the most.
“Wait, what? Yeah, I’m fine!”
“Oh no, don’t tell me the heat helped get you sick,” Twilight began musing out loud, getting up from her desk and making a bee line straight for him. This actually did make him sweat more, his eyes widening in realization that he could not move to counter Twilight’s claim without risk of exposing the cause of his ‘condition.’
“Ummm, Twilight, I seriously doubt that... This isn’t necessary right now…”
“Spike! I just wanna make sure…” Twilight tried to get in front of him, but Spike quickly turned around to obscure his front. “Stop it, let me just feel…” Twilight continued to try and get in front of him, and through his resistance, she ended up pressing herself into him. He could clearly feel her bra-clad chest squish against his back, though it was not her intention in the slightest.
Definitely still not helping.
“Twilight. Stop, I’m fine!” Spike stated resolutely, though with a pleading edge. Twilight, apparently, had had enough. Her hand became surrounded in her magenta magical aura and Spike felt himself forcibly held in place.
“Just let me take a look at your fa—” It was Twilight’s turn for her words to die when she finally was able to get eye-to-eye with him, as her gaze was instantly drawn to the rather apparent bulge in Spikes shorts. Her mouth even held its slight slack that it had when she ceased speaking.
“Oh…” Twilight finally was able to get out, though a lot shakier than she intended. Her face quickly became even redder from the internal heat rushing straight to her cheeks.
“Y-Yeah…” Spike replied equally as awkwardly, averting his gaze to the bookshelves which looked oh so interesting at the moment. It did not take long for his gaze to fall on Twilight’s chest once again, and this time, she noticed. Blushing was rampant for both parties, and the two eventually gained their personal spaces back, resolving to stand awkwardly and look at anything but each other. At least, that’s what it felt like for a few moments. When Spike finally had the courage to look back at Twilight, he found her staring at his crotch.
“Ummm, Twilight?” he asked uneasily, doing his best to shy that part of his body away from the figurative spotlight.
“Huh?!” she suddenly snapped out of her trance. “Oh, ummm… yeah, so you’re okay?” she asked again to be sure, once she had cleared her throat. Her tone was much less assertive this time around.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Spike assured meekly. It was only by this time that Spikes raging hard-on decided to fall completely; unsurprising, as the entire situation was genuine, bona-fide, A-grade boner-kill. After a few more moments of standing around awkwardly, the two wordlessly retreated to their ends of the common room, Spike resuming with re-shelving the books and Twilight working on whatever research or assignment that Celestia had given to her. Oddly enough, without any more talking, the day seemed to progress much faster than either had anticipated, though, by lunch time, the two had gotten over the awkwardness of their little incident.
Still, it did little to remedy Spike’s internal thoughts and ramblings. He knew for a fact that the easiest way to get rid of all this tension at that very moment was to just come clean and tell Twilight right now. He could not bring himself to do it, though, and for some reason he could not even convince himself fully of, Spike held on to the belief that once the heatwave passed by the end of the night, his tumultuous thoughts would settle. Thus, Spike drew a firm, proverbial line in the sand: if he could not get a grip and straighten out the oddities that came with liking—no, loving—his best friend by tomorrow, he would man up and just ‘out with it.’
Now, if only the dissipation of awkwardness suppressed Twilight’s propensity to bitch at the heat…
Neither Twilight nor Spike had any idea of when the promised rain was to come, but it was becoming increasingly apparent that the onset of night would offer little refuge from the heat that festered throughout the day. Clouds had begun to build (though not enough to obstruct Luna’s Moon), but all that did was ensure a higher grade of humidity and as such, make things that more uncomfortable. Twilight had little choice but to keep the windows open, unfortunately, as closing any ventilation only made things stuffy indoors, so dealing with the uncomfortable increase in temperature would have to do, versus dealing with that and artificial humidity in the library.
For bed, Twilight changed her attire to a plain, thin, black tank top, as she did not really enjoy sleeping in her bra. She forwent any mesh shorts that she would employ as sleepwear and decided to go just in her panties. It was alright, and the lack of sun meant that the remnant temperature was much more tolerable, but what kept Twilight awake with the covers off and staring into the abyss, which happened to be her ceiling, was what happened earlier today.
Twilight and Spike were no strangers to walking in on each other in less-than-opportune moments, though, admittedly, the times that she was face-to-face with Spike when he had a full-blown erection were rather few in number. It should’ve been no different than any other ‘awkward-turtle’ moment, as they like to call it when they were younger, but something was inherently… different this time. The way Spike looked at her.
She shifted and turned on her right side, laying on one of her hands as she stared outside the gaping window. Twilight could not put her finger directly on what it was, but something about the way Spike stared at her, and then, at her chest, made her blush internally, going so far as to give her the stomach butterflies. Then again, Spike had been giving her what she would call ‘odd looks’ for the entire week, she recalled once she put her mind on the subject. That only begged the question for Twilight:
Did… did he get… for me?
The very thought sent a powerful heat through her body; she could practically feel the coloring of her skin. Twilight had never thought of Spike in that manner, and the fact that he, allegedly, felt that way about her, did not feel wrong to her in the slightest. In fact, it felt quite flattering.
And that’s what scared her.
Twilight’s brain was suddenly occupied with running through the implications of what that meant. Did she feel the same way? What if she did? What would change around the house? Would her parents approve? Would the girls approve? How would their personal dynamic change? How much would their personal dynamic change?
Twilight laid on her back once more, wiping her face and rubbing her eyes a bit. Her tank top rode up above her midriff, exposing her slim stomach.
She noticed, however, that most of her questions revolved around the fact that she felt romantically inclined towards Spike, so, in asking herself the important question, she did a bit of soul searching. Spike had been by her side through all of her adventures. They grew up together, learned together, and no matter how many times Twilight felt that she did not treat him adequately when she would go off with their friends, Spike was always keen on reassuring her that all was well. The fact that she felt he was not bad to look at in the slightest only added to it all.
Twilight veiled her face with her hands as a smile wormed its way onto her features. She let out a dreamy sigh as she let her eyes flutter shut, but suddenly, they shot open once more at one startling but very stark possibility.
What if I’m reading into something that’s not there??
Twilight was just barely coming to terms with the fact that she took little issue in seeing Spike in a different, much more romantic light… and suddenly, she had to cope with the thought that Spike’s episode was only a random act of testosterone.
Her mulling was broken when she realized that there was another noise sounding throughout the bedroom. In Spike’s bed, parallel to Twilight’s, he was continually shifting, tossing, and turning. It appeared that sleep was not so forthcoming to him, either.
“Spike…?” Twilight called out in a hushed manner. The tossing in the other bed immediately stopped, and a few moments went by before an answer was heard.
“Yeah?”
“Can’t sleep?” Twilight asked. Spike, clad in only a pair of purple boxer shorts, finally lay staring at the ceiling.
“Nope.”
“Me neither,” she replied, but soon followed up with a few words that she hadn’t uttered since the two of them were a lot younger. “Wanna come over?”
Again, there was no response, but Twilight did not need any verbal confirmation, as Spike rustled about and stood off the side of his bed, lazily making his way to hers before climbing on and sitting in a lotus position. Twilight sat up fully in an identical manner and the two finally locked eyes.
For Spike, the first thing he noticed was a somewhat mixed, troubled look adorning Twilight’s face, and on Twilight’s end, she noticed the same thing about him.
“Looks like something’s on your mind,” Spike observed, scooting closer. He noted the way the moonlight struck Twilight’s face made her almost radiate… the one eye that was visible seemed to sparkle and reflect the light.
She’s beautiful.
“I could say the same about you. You’ve been off for the entire week. Seriously, is everything okay?” Twilight asked mostly out of concern, but partly out of the desire to get a deeper understanding. Spike, at this point, was torn. He had told himself that he would wait until the heat died down before he would come clean since he could MAYBE better rationalize his feelings. Here was Twilight beckoning him to tell her what was going on, as she had been astute enough to observe that he had not been entirely himself the past week.
Spike took a deep breath and sighed, breaking eye contact temporarily. He knew exactly what he had to do, and what he wanted to do. Anticipating an explanation, Twilight hugged her legs to her chest.
“Twi,” Spike began, using her nickname in endearment as he ruffled his hair. “I ummm… I’ve been having some weird feelings since the heatwave began and… well, at first I thought they were odd feelings.”
“How so?” Twilight beckoned onward with a soft, caring tone of voice. Her calming tone helped Spike gather his confidence once more… this was his best friend he was talking to, after all. He could tell her anything in the world.
“Well, the specifics aren’t really important, but what is important is that…” Spike’s words trailed off and he steeled himself. He refused to put it off. “Twilight… I, ummm… I think I really like you. As more than my best friend,” he finally said his peace, though he internally cringed at the fact that it sounded like some grade-school admission to a crush. His thoughts immediately returned, as did his gaze, to Twilight, whom he could not read at the moment. She fell silent and gazed out the window, leaving him in an uncomfortable limbo of thought.
“Today… by the bookshelf,” Twilight finally spoke up, referring to the incident of the inadvertent discovery of Spike’s spontaneous boner. “Was that because of… because of me? Because of all of this?”
Spike felt a familiar heat rising to his cheeks, but right now when all feelings were on the table, he saw little point in being embarrassed.
“Yeah, it was. You’re really beautiful and sexy and… I was thinking about you and what I felt and it just kinda… well, you know,” Spike alluded, somewhat over-explaining. At this point, Spike expected some form of snide quip of revulsion, but instead, he got something else in return:
She giggled.
“Spike, do you really think that?” Twilight asked in that tone that desired to know more. The two simultaneously scooted closer together, their thighs touching each other. Things had gone well up to this point, and Twilight had not run out of the room just yet, so Spike felt this was the final step, the ‘confirmation before the storm,’ and only then would he know where to go from here, depending on what her reaction entailed. But, before he said anything further, Twilight placed her left hand on top Spike’s own left hand, curling her fingers around and into his palm, and flashing him a small, encouraging smile.
That was all the push he needed.
“Of course, Twi,” he replied, but he decided to add a bit to that, albeit a bit awkwardly: “I think I’ve always thought that, but I think the extreme heat just finally, I don’t know… let it out, I guess.”
That was everything and more that Twilight wanted to hear, and she could not help the beaming smile that etched its presence on her face, which, in turn, had a rather contagious effect on Spike. At the moment, Twilight wanted to be closer to him, and she was drawn to the cute face that she had known for so long and somehow just started seeing as ‘handsome.’
It seemed that he felt the same way, as he scooted closer in kind, their legs parting to allow their torsos closer access to each other. Seeing each other in the moonlight that shown through the bedroom windows, this distance, suddenly, still seemed too far away.
“Spike…” Twilight whispered as their mouths were barely an inch apart, and inevitably, both pairs of eyes fluttered shut as their lips met each other halfway. Hands and arms melded into each other’s bodies as they found their proper places: Twilight’s on Spike’s back, and Spike’s on Twilight’s back and cheek. He could feel how damp and slick her skin was from the residual and remains of sweat, but he did not care in the slightest, at this point. All that mattered to him was the girl in his arms, his best friend in the world that he was kissing so passionately.
Subconsciously pulling him into her more, Twilight leaned back into the bed and necessitated Spike laying on top of her, something she was more than happy to feel. Their bare skin finally touched as Twilight’s tank rode up her stomach again and their lips continued their respective onslaughts. However, once Twilight’s head hit her pillow, she gingerly pressed her tongue to Spikes lips, an invitation he accepted almost immediately, initiating a sensual dance of tongues, both vying for control of their joined mouths. Spike and Twilight were overcome with pure bliss, and with their eyes completely shut, they only allowed themselves to feel; their tongues massaging each other lovingly, their lips diligently keeping them connected at the mouth, and the cute, yet further arousing moans that emanated from their throats, sending vibrations straight into each other’s core. Moreover, Spike could feel the skin of his stomach become instantly slick and soaked with Twilight’s sweat… something he found incredibly hot.
After an unknown number of minutes, Spike finally broke the lip-lock he shared with Twilight, sudden gasps for life-giving air sounding as a result. This was not a break, however, which was evident when he decided to lean forward and press his face into Twilight’s neck. As his lips made contact with her damp skin, a shuddered groan flowed unbidden from her lips, her eyes clenching shut once more as she concentrated on everything Spike was doing to her. His left hand traced lines up and down her right side while he continued to kiss the left side of her neck. His soft pecks turned into gentle bites and nibbles… which soon turned into full licks. She felt hyper-sensitive, and the simplest of gestures were sending her into the throes of desire, leaving her wanting even more.
“S-Spike…” Twilight was about to voice the tiniest bit of token protest, as he was essentially licking her sweat-laden skin, but Spike was quick to put her concerns to rest.
“You taste amazing, Twi,” Spike whispered after a kiss, punctuating his words with a reassuring, extra-long lick from the middle of her neck up to her ear, sending a shiver straight up her spine and another moan out of her mouth. He was being completely honest as well, she did taste amazing, if a bit salty. Spike continued his ministrations, gently nipping her neck as he allowed his left hand to palm slide over and trace lines on her stomach. Her skin felt extra soft due to the aforementioned dampness, and Spike only wished to explore every inch of her tonight, if she would let him. Twilight was already absolute putty in his hands, and the tingly, tickling sensation that his fingertips gave her when they ever so lightly traced her belly was just adding to her growing arousal.
In a brief moment of clarity, Twilight’s right hand flashed her purple aura along with the perimeter of the room, casting a simple soundproofing spell.
Twilight returned her right hand to Spike’s head and, after running her fingers through his hair, gently pulled him off so she could plant her lips back on his. Spike ensured that he was supported by his knees and this allowed him to slide his left hand down further towards her panties. One touch was all he needed to feel how soaked they were…
…and surely not from sweat.
The softest touch on her nethers sent a powerful pulse up Twilight’s spine, which manifested itself in another moan into Spike’s mouth. Her left hand traced up his knee and ended up at his boxer shorts, which had an obvious tent pitched. As Spike began to gingerly rub circles on Twilight’s panties, she began to palm his rigid member through the thin fabric of his undergarment with an equal rhythm. They could feel each other throbbing beneath their respective touches, and harsher holds on each other only confirmed the obvious desire to press onward.
Spike did not wait for another cue, and took the liberty of sensually kissing down Twilight’s neck. Straddling her, he reached for the hem of her tank top, which was increasingly getting in the way. He looked up to her for a silent permission, but Twilight only answered with a lustful smirk and lifted the garment herself, heaving it across the room and leaving her entire upper body bare for him to see. For the few seconds that Spike took her in, gawking at her bare breasts, Twilight felt almost scrutinized, but had her concerns quickly assuaged when he continued his kissing downward towards her chest. Spike gently cupped both of her orbs, even fairer in complexion than the rest of her skin with perfect, pert, little nipples at their centers. He looked back up at her once more, shooting the girl a smirk of his own, before adjusting himself and taking her left nipple straight into his mouth.
“Ah! Spike!” Twilight moaned involuntarily at feeling his tongue prod straight into her perky nipple. He did not stop there, though. While his free hand sensually massaged her other breast, he did well to press his tongue into his target and swirl it around the hardened appendage, making sure he elicited as many little squeaks of pleasure out of her before he released it.
“Mhmmm! That feels incredible…” she groaned out. Sucking her tit, Spike squeezed and pressed her other breast into her chest before he switched, latching his hungry mouth onto Twilight’s neglected, right breast and giving her entire orb and nipple the same treatment. As he went to work on her, Twilight was able to snake her hand between the two of them (which helped press her boobs together and create a modest amount of cleavage for Spike to smother himself in if he wished) and was able to fumble with the small opening in his boxers, pulling his hardened, throbbing member from its fabric prison and slowly beginning to stroke him.
“Twilight…” Spike moaned out in kind when he separated from her breast, pushing both of her perfect tits together and pressing his face into her cleavage. Twilight giggled at the sensation but its arousing nature made sure that her giggling quickly morphed into an enticing groan of pleasure. Spike suddenly felt her hand press against his chest, pushing him upward. He complied, still straddling Twilight’s waist and wondering why she pushed him off, he was greeted with both of her hands gravitating to his cock. Eyes fluttering closed as he groaned pleasurably at the feeling, he reopened them to gaze down on Twilight, who locked eyes with him and pointedly stroked his dick with perfect, sensual rhythm. She bit her lower lip and lowered her eyelids, her complexion becoming even sultrier.
“Your hands feel good…” Spike remarked, feeling compelled to say something as Twilight continued to stroke him off. She only replied with a simple wink, one which drove him even crazier for her than he was. He got into a little rhythm and began gently bucking his hips on her down-strokes, but, before he could really get into it, Twilight ceased her movements and (reluctantly) pried her hands away from his engorged phallus.
“I don’t think I’ll be needing this,” Twilight whispered as she slid her panties down her legs, kicking them off in a random direction and leaving her body completely bare for Spike. Glancing down, she indeed was bare in both senses. Not one to be outdone, Spike quickly discarded his boxers, assuring that both of them were on equal footing now and completely nude. Eyes roamed over each other’s bodies… of what they could see of each other’s bodies, as moonlight appeared to slowly wane.
Regaining his senses, Spike began moving down her body, spreading her legs and positioning two of his right hand’s middle fingers at the opening of her love tunnel. Twilight knew exactly what was coming and prepared accordingly, but that did not stop her heart racing and blood rushing to her face in anticipation. His two fingers finally made contact with her soaking slit and began to rub in circles, and feeling bare skin grind against her down there sent her head back into the pillow, her lips pursed in an attempt to stifle what would’ve been too loud of a moan in her eyes. Spike, however, was having none of it.
“It’s okay, Twi,” he encouraged, moving up to whisper in her ear as he began gingerly prodding her entrance with the tips of his fingers. “I want you to moan…” Nothing turned him on more than hearing the girl of his dreams cry out in desire because of his own doing.
Spike planted a few small kisses on her cheek and lips, the latter which Twilight graciously accepted and leaned into more. All the while, he sank his two middle fingers into her needy pussy, letting his fingers enter all the way to his knuckles. Twilight could not stifle the moan that tore from the depths of her chest… she felt somewhat full, and it was immeasurably better than anything she could replicate herself.
With a sexy, sonorous sounding squelch, Spike’s fingers retracted out from her depths and entered back in, this time a tad more forcefully and faster, earning a hybrid mix of a moan and hum of pleasure from his best friend. He slowly built up a rhythm of his own, impaling her throbbing slit with his fingers and angling them towards her upper walls, as well as taking clues from Twilight when she angled her lower body in certain ways. He twisted his fingers in alternating fashions inside her, while employing use of his thumb to test the waters in flicking her clit.
“Right there! Spike… Do that again…” Twilight pleaded, her eyes finally opening in wanting to see exactly what he was doing to her, what was making her feel so incredibly high above it all. So, Spike did just that, continuing with the sensually-paced fingerfucking while pressing her clit with her thumb, treating it like the little button it was. He gradually picked up speed and intensity, though. Spike was determined to ensure Twilight felt amazing to the very end.
“Yeah!… Please don’t stop…” Twilight moaned out, her back arching just a little bit. Spike, however, had other plans.
“Wasn’t gonna,” he let her know with a smirk, before dropping his head between her legs and withdrawing his fingers. Twilight’s sudden dejection at the loss of the feeling of being full was quickly replaced with ecstasy when she felt his tongue worm its way into her hole. Twilight’s hands immediately went to the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair but ultimately keeping him right where he was. Spike got the message instantly, flicking and grinding his tongue against the periphery of her lips as well as contorting it around her clit. Twilight’s senses were working in overdrive, making sure her entire body felt every nerve ending being touched down there, and she prayed to whatever force of nature that would listen that it would never end.
Focusing solely on the effect the pure, unadulterated pleasure was having on her body (while letting her mouth control itself) was having just the opposite effect: she was going to cum… hard and soon. This estimate was going to be even sooner as Spike focused his attention solely on her swollen clit. He licked, he swirled his tongue around it, and he sucked it with abandon. In Twilight’s mind, Spike was so getting a return-favor later, but at the present moment, she did not want herself to finish just yet. She gripped his hair and held him in place, but the extra grip would ensure she could pry him from her aching pussy right before she came. Through the trials of masturbation (and the modicum of actual experience she was afforded) throughout the years, Twilight found out that she was very much like a man during sex: she came, she saw, she passed the fuck out.
That was not about to happen here, though. Twilight wanted to make sure she milked every little bit out of this experience… in a few ways.
“Spike!” Twilight moaned out in high pitch, signaling that she was about to lose herself to the clutches of what would have been a beautiful, albeit premature orgasm. Thus, she enacted her plan, harshly prying him away from her slit. On Spike’s end, he did not particularly enjoy being suddenly yanked away from the sweetest nectar he had ever tasted, something he was about to protest. However, seeing what Twilight had planned instantly turned his mood around.
“What is it, Twilight?” he asked coyly, lining his face up with his and cutely letting their noses rub together. She wrapped her legs around his midsection and pulled him into her.
“How about you put that throbbing thing in me, mister?” she asked as lustfully as she could, hoping her words did not sound too contrived. She meant every word though… she wanted him inside her at this very instant. She wanted Spike to fuck her brains out. With one final flick of her finger, she cast a magical contraception spell… just in case.
Spike only nodded, righting his posture and lining his dick up with her love tunnel, rubbing his head up and down her wet slit to lubricate himself properly. Twilight could not help but twitch every time his head pressed into her clit but after what seemed like an eternity of evil teasing, Spike finally inserted the head of his cock into her, but he did not pause… instead, he penetrated her entirely, sliding himself all the way into her until she took his entire length. From what Twilight could feel, Spike was the perfect length. It did not hurt at all, and she felt impossibly full, a feeling that diffused a warm, erotic feeling throughout.
Spike and Twilight locked eyes once they were fully joined at the nethers, and they smiled. Panting breaths and heartbeats were all that sounded in the room, though the latter, both could also feel quite prominently. Then, Spike decided to move, withdrawing his dick in entirety but the head, and then pressing it back into her. Twilight let out a gentle moan as the feeling of suddenly being empty was replaced by the same fullness that she so longed for. Pulling him into her more with her legs, Spike began gradually picking up the pace. The slapping of skin began to get louder, and their competing breaths, groans, and sighs only became more prominent.
“Ah… Uhnn… Spike…” Twilight whined as Spike continued to fuck her, the feeling of her entire body bouncing with his thrusts rocking her mind. Her breasts bounced freely but she quickly remedied that when she cupped them both, squeezing them together and giving Spike another erotic sight to see. Her eyes again fluttered closed and from how hard she was biting her lip, she felt she might draw blood.
“Twi… fuck…” Spike echoed in kind. The feeling of his dick being enveloped by the velvety flesh of her love tunnel was indescribable. Every throb he felt only added to the sensation, and he could not help but begin slamming into her faster, deeper, and harder. Using his left hand to support himself on top of her, Spike ran his right hand up her side and ended up at one of Twilight’s breasts, deposing her hand as its holder and massaging it as best as he could, given the circumstances. He pinched her nipple, eliciting another higher pitched moan, accompanied with another increase in speed. Spike was doing well to retract most of his length before plowing it back into her, but it was easier said than done, as he accidentally slipped out two times, and had to reinsert himself.
Despite the occasional hiccups, the two were lost in each other. When Twilight opened her eyes once more, she locked hers onto Spike’s and resolved to never break the contact for the remainder of the session. Her hand soon found Spike’s and she held onto it, while Spike repeated the gesture for their other hands, and such an act made their sexual encounter that much more romantic and meaningful.
“Hah!... Hah!... NHHN!... YES!” Twilight continued to moan through the entire rhythm of their fucking. Spike panted out and groaned in kind, but switched things up a bit when he dropped her hands and fully laid himself on top of her as much as possible. There, they were eye to eye, smiling lustfully at each other and letting their noses touch each time Spike pressed his hips forward.
Moaning and the entire chorus of sexual noises continued in earnest. The room quickly became even hotter and despite the remnant heat from the day and the week, the two concerned themselves little over trivialities such as the temperature. Sweat built up and made their bodies that much slicker against each other, but they pressed onward. Twilight wrapped her legs as tightly around Spike as she could, making sure that he aimed his dick as deep as he could into her pussy on each buck downward. Their breath fell on each other’s faces as they panted and moaned, and despite being that close to each other’s mouths, the squelching and slapping of their actions were competing heavily with their mouths for the loudest sounds.
“Twilight, I’m so close…” Spike eventually warned after what seemed like a blissful eternity of fucking the girl he cared the most for. Twilight groaned in response and nodded eagerly.
“Me too… don’t hold back, okay??” Twilight urged, feeling that familiar pleasure welling up deep within her loins. However… it seemed to sneak up on her, as, much more quickly than she anticipated, her orgasm was upon her.
“Spike… SPIKE! AHHHH!!!” she suddenly cried out as she came. Easily the best orgasm of her life, her tunnel did well to hold a firm grip on Spike’s intruding shaft, which quickly sent him over the edge with a competing, if louder, cry of ecstasy. As per Twilight’s request, he did not hold back at all, dumping his entire hot, creamy load into her and filling her up completely. Moans soon, gradually became gentle whines, which turned into soft pants of pleasure… and still, their eyes never left each other. The sparkle of lust in each other’s eyes slowly waned and was replaced with something else.
A sparkle of love.
After a while, Spike removed himself from Twilight; the deed had been done. Spike and Twilight now lay side by side, letting air filter in large quantities into their lungs. Both were absolutely sweaty, as their choice in activity did little to alleviate the temperature, but, that most likely was not the goal, anyway. After the two had sufficiently cooled off, they did not hesitate in cuddling into each other, their arms pulling their sweaty, used, nude bodies as close as possible. Once a final, chaster kiss was exchanged, words finally emerged.
“Wow…” Twilight muttered dreamily, allowing her eyes to flutter shut. In one final moment of clarity, her right hand lit up once more and disabled the soundproofing spell.
“I’ll say…” Spike echoed an identical sentiment. “And it all happened so damn fast,” he remarked.
“Do you think that’s a bad thing?” Twilight genuinely asked, hoping that in the heat of the moment, they rushed into something that would have lasting, less than desirable repercussions for their future. Spike shook his head.
“I don’t think so… do you?” he answered before parroting the same question to her. She only smiled and pecked him on the cheek.
“I think things worked out just fine, Spike,” Twilight replied giddily before nestling her head under his chin. A comfortable silence fell upon the two as they listened to each other’s rhythmic breathing. As the two of them were about to pleasantly drift into the depths of slumber, a sudden, bright flash from outside the window lit up the entire room, along with an accompanying rumble of thunder a few seconds later.
“Whoa… did you hear that?” Spike asked, both of them now stirring fully.
“Yeah, was that thunder?” Twilight asked curiously. Another flash of lightning and a clap of thunder later signaled the onset of a downpour. Rain poured from the sky without warning, the swelling clouds having long blocked any moonlight and were now dumping torrential fury to the scorched ground below.
The relief was finally here.
“It’s raining!” Twilight exclaimed like a little girl, somehow finding the energy to bound out of bed and drag Spike along with her. The two, still very naked individuals then made their way up to Twilight’s observatory, where they were able to open a window onto the observation balcony outside. High up above any other structure in their immediate area, the two sat on the small balcony, content in looking skyward at the lightning storm while rain relentlessly pattered and soaked their entire forms, ridding them of any heat and sweat from the past week. Bright smiles formed unbidden on their faces, and became even more luminous when the two spared a glance at each other.
As Spike watched his best friend, and now lover, enjoy the rain coming down, it was only then that he would be forever certain that he made the right decision—that they made the right decision…
…for that was the moment that summer truly did sparkle in the rain.
