The Rise of Demon King Spike

The dragon flipped the hay burgers, their moist forms emitting a sharp sizzle on the grill.

Spike found usually found cooking good for clearing his mind, but he couldn't stop thinking about his encounters with Rarity and Cheerilee today.

A quick check on the baked fries proved them to be golden brown and he turned off the heat.

Rarity's rejection still cut him. He still had a strange urge to go back to her. Maybe he could beg for her forgiveness and go back to how things used to be?

He set out the fresh baked buns alongside the condiments.

Cheerilee though, having sex with her had been exciting and it had felt so good. Also terrifying. He felt tremors of anticipation and fear in his knees as he imagined doing that again.

“Twilight! Dinner is ready!”

“I'll be right there Spike!”

It would be for the best if he just let everything go. It would be easy to settle for filling Rarity's hooves. What would happen if he went out of control in the same way as when he turned into the low dragon? He certainly wasn't looking forward to dealing with the aftermath of a city destroying rampage. Though he wasn't sure how he could destroy Ponyville with a sexual rampage, he also wasn't looking forward to finding out.

It almost certainly wasn't worth the risk.

“It smells wonderful Spike.” Fresh from bath the lavender scented and still damp unicorn entered the kitchen a towel still draped across her withers.

“Thanks Twilight.” The dragon fetched the fries out of the oven and started shoveling them out onto the plates.

The now assembled components of the meal made their way to the kitchen table and the dragon and mare settled in for their meal.

Spike forgot to chew as his gaze was drawn to Twilight as she licked some of the errant ketchup from her muzzle.

Twilight bent down on her hooves, her tongue prodding gently, teasingly, testingly at his hard and erect twin phallus.

“Are you sure this is alright Spike?”

The dragon looked down into her eyes reassuring her, running a claw over her mane, stopping to squeeze at her ear.

“I mean, what about Rarity?”

In answer he tightened his claw around her ear and his other claw he squeezed his cocks together and shoved them into her mouth.

What about Rarity? What did she have to do with this?

Sliding along her slippery pink tongue, he rutted into her muzzle firmly gripping a claw full of mane. She sucked cock just as well as Cheerilee and there was something else there.

Something about fucking Twilight Sparkle just made it better somehow. Whatever it was it pushed him faster to orgasm.

Desperate for release he fucked her mouth faster and harder. For her part she just passively let him.

He was already there, one more thrust and he would pour his seed into...

“Do I have something on my face?” asked Twilight seated at the table, both cheeks marked fully with ketchup well beyond the reach of her tongue and a stray slice of pickle dangling from her horn.

“No, no not all, w,what, would make you say that?”

“Alright then,” she raised an eyebrow skeptically.

After a long and awkward moment Twilight resumed to her meal with unabated and excessive enthusiasm.

Spike drew a long shaky breath. This was getting weird. What was worse, he was getting weird. He could see where this path was taking him. It was terrifying.

He suddenly knew how a sexual rampage could destroy Ponyville. We would consume his relationship with Twilight for a instant gratification and then he would move and do the same with every other friendship he had in town. It could poison his relationship with every pony in town, not so much destroying Ponyville as destroying it for himself.

Now he was certain. The decision was made. He couldn't go through with it.

“So, I heard you had a fight with Rarity today.” A flash of light bounced off of Twilight as she cast a 'clean up, quick' spell on herself.

“Yeah,” Spike admitted.

“She was very worried about you.”

“Yeah...” he replied noncommittally. She hadn't sounded happy with what she was saying. She had sounded miserable in fact.

She hadn't wanted to hurt him. She had tried to be gentle and let him off easy.

It was really his fault. Because he had started it. That is what made it all his fault.

He had just wanted... Just wanted... Something. He wasn't sure what it was but it had felt important at the time. Now though he could see that he was just being vain and entitled like a spoiled brat.

“I just don't want to see my baby dragon with a broken heart.”

Spike's eye twitched.

Oh, right. Yeah. That. There. That was the thing.

He got up from the table and started towards the door.

“Spike, where are you going?”

“Out.”

“But where?” Twilight got onto her hooves and followed him, her voice suddenly urgent.

“I don't know.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Stuff.” He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do.

“Can't you do... 'stuff' here?”

“Not today.”

“At least tell me when you'll be back?”

“No idea.”

“Please Spike, I'm supposed to be responsible for you.”

Spike opened the front door of the library.

“If you take one step out that door, you're grounded mister!”

Spike looked back into Twilight's eyes, wide with worry, concern and creeping helplessness. He felt the urge to yield. To be grounded. To accept his place in life. To simply be a baby. A baby that could never be good enough for Rarity.

And he loathed and despised himself for even considering it.

“You're not my mom!”

The door slammed shut and Spike walked off alone into the evening. The sound of sobbing that followed from the library could have been his imagination.

He knew it wasn't though.