Forgetting Last Night

by TheTimeSword

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Drama, Porn, Spike
Length: 3560

A night of drinking gives way to a rocky morning for Twilight. She can't remember anything from the previous night, and what's worse is she isn't alone.

After the night Twilight had it'd be nice if she could remember it, especially after finding out that she didn't sleep alone. Though from the mess, it's a surprise she got any sleep. Perhaps these two can jog their memories by reenacting the events of the previous night.

Contains: Multiple orgasms, straight sex, a short bit of masturbation, and an aged up Spike.

* This story is part of my "Writing Goals" under Clopfic - Serious.

Published 2016-06-04 17:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-06-04 17:50:01 UTC

Making Memories

The throbbing of her head was enough to wake the sleeping alicorn, a night of drinking gave way to a morning of pain. A blackened vision turned blurry as she opened her eyes, blinding herself from the light of the rising sun that coursed through the bedroom window. She smacked her lips together and rubbed her tongue against her teeth, feeling the leftover stains of alcohol. Damn it Pinkie, never again, she thought.

With a yawn, she stretched her body out, attempting to curl more of the blanket into her grasp. When the bedspread failed to give way, she shut her eyes and tugged harder, thinking that a large pile of books impeded her comfort - as was known to happen. After failing to pull the blanket to her side, she decided to roll over and kick off the books herself. As she turned, kicking her legs up and sliding her body around, she landed against a warm body.

She placed a hoof against the sleeping creature and attempted to push it, only to realize the texture was not that of a leather bound book. Once she quickly realized her mistake, she shot open her eyes, blurrily seeing a figure that equaled her size. An expression of horror coated her face, only to have it quickly fade as she noticed the purple scales and green spines of the creature that still slumbered.

Before she could wake the sleeping dragon, the headache and nausea of a morning hungover filled her senses, forcing the alicorn to shudder and groan. Bathroom first, she thought. As she began moving her legs, she felt something sticky in the middle of the sheets. Pulling the cover over her head, she attempted to see what messy residue had glued itself to her calf. Slowly feeling down the outside of her leg she eventually came across the substance, but then realized that it made a stained path from her inner thigh.

In a moment of panic, she threw the cover off and over onto the sleeping dragon. She sat up to investigate the source of the sticky material, her back legs spread wide. She followed the trail with her hoof, leading her back to the gooey liquid that had covered her vulva. At that moment, still pressing her hoof against her slits, she could feel more of the passion juice sloshing inside.

Realizing the gravity of her situation, she attempted to think back to the previous night, trying to remember the events preceding her sticky state. Before she could concentrate, the stirring of the sheets startled her, kicking her mind out of its hungover, dazed stupor. The dragon raised his body up from the covers with a stretch of his arms, yawning as he popped his joints. He rubbed one eye, opening after he finished, and then rubbed the other.

His long body had matured well over the years, being the same size as an adult pony whenever he stood on all fours. Even though he was older, his tolerance of alcohol had not reached that of an adult. “Never again…” he mumbled, rubbing his head from the painful headache that pulsated within his skull. He lowered a claw to get a grip on the bed, only to briefly rub against the fur of the pony who he had yet to notice.

Quickly, he pulled back his hand and shot his head around, only to be dumbfounded by the alicorn that lay next to him. He slowly lowered his eyes, noticing the stained fur that surrounded her crotch and lined her legs. She quickly shoved her back legs together, embarrassed by the wandering eyes. “S-Spike!” yelled the alicorn.

“Twilight? Wh-What’s going on?” he questioned.

“You were eyeing my up, for one,” quickly scolding, she looked up at him with an angry, but fearful expression. She pushed her body forward so that she could stand on all fours, only to fall sideways into the embarrassed dragon.

Spike caught her, keeping her steady against his chest. He felt the goo that stained her fur, noting that the same texture was on the bed itself. As she sat down with her rump on the bed, Spike still grasping her shoulders, she gazed up into his green pupils. The worried expression of her dragon friend sent a spark through her hungover mind, causing her to tear up. “Why are you crying?” he curiously asked.

“I’m sorry. I just… I don’t remember anything about last night…” her voice trailed off.

Raising a claw, Spike wiped the tears from her eyes and then said, “Neither do I. Do you have any idea what this sticky stuff is?’

“Well, it’s, uhm,” she stuttered, biting her lip as she feared the explanation. “It’s… It’s semen, Spike.”

Blush filled the dragon’s cheeks, shocked by the vulgar answer and what it meant. Quickly reaching down, he felt the scales of his groin, realizing that it too had the same sticky texture of the bed and her fur. He raised his claw, getting a good look at the spunk that stuck to his fingers. “D-Does this mean…” he petered off.

Lowering her head out of shame, he knew the answer could only be yes. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around the alicorn, embracing her in a bear hug. The sudden embrace sent a flurry of emotions through the mare, accompanied all with another bout of nausea. “S-Sp-Spike… I’m so sorry. I hope-“

“No, Twilight,” he interrupted. “We don’t need to be sorry to each other. These things happen, and it’s a good reason to avoid the crazy drinks Pinkie pours us. Please, just, don’t be sad.”

Placing a hoof against the dragon’s chest, she gave a somber smile only after noticing how desperate his eyes were. She hadn’t given any thought to how Spike may feel, especially since he was the younger of the two. “Thank you Spike.”

He placed a hand on the back of his neck, giving an embarrassed, toothy smile. Moving carefully, he crossed his legs and sat in front of the smiling pony. “Would you prefer I go?” questioned the dragon, fearful that he may have overstayed his welcome.

“Actually, I’d prefer you stay, maybe talk a little bit. I never did give you the birds and the bees story, and now that I kind of robbed the cradle, well…” she trailed off. “I just wish I could remember last night.”

With a chuckle, the dragon said, “Me too. It’s pretty annoying, actually. The very thought of what might have happened last night just sends me into a tizzy. I’m just trying to imagine it.”

“Goodness Spike! Are you thinking about what I think you’re thinking about?” she said in a scolding manner.

He quickly realized what he had said, placing his hands over his mouth, blush illuminating his purple scales. “I-I-I…” he stuttered to speak but his body spoke for him, as his bright red member slowly peered out his scaly crotch. Before he even noticed, Twilight spotted the embarrassed reaction protruding from the dragon. Looking down, he too spied the protrusion, quickly shoving his hands over the rising discretion.

“S-Spike, it’s okay. Jus-Just relax. It’s the morning, you were thinking of things, it’s a natural occurrence,” she confidently said, though that’s not how it came across to the young dragon.

Promptly and swiftly, the dragon rose from the bed and faced away from the mare. “I-I should go mak-make breakfast. Why don’t you ju-just stay here and I’ll bring you breakfast in bed?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer, quickly rushing out the door and slamming it behind him.

Well, breakfast in bed does sound nice, she thought, the image of his partial erection returning to her mind. She could feel herself winking, and without much thought, rubbing her slit. Quickly recognizing what she was doing, she pulled her hoof away and laid with her head off the side of the bed. This is so embarrassing, I can’t believe what I did with poor Spike.

As she thought more and more of the purple dragon, she once again found herself masturbating to the thought of the previous night. Her mind failed to remember the events, but her body was quite clear on what had pertained. A fire grew in her loins and clouded her mind, forcing her to indulge in the carnal activity. She arched her back, placing more of her hoof against her plump pussy. The vaginal secretions began to overflow onto her frog, the winking becoming more and more frequent.

“Oh Spike…” she called out, moaning for the spiny dragon. Her back legs writhed and squirmed, pressing her hoof past the slits and reaching as far deep as she could. Slowly reaching her tipping point, she bit down on the sheet, rubbing deeper and harder the closer she came.

“Um, should I not interrupt?” asked the dragon who stood in the doorway, holding a tray of food. The words startled the alicorn, causing her to shoot up into a sitting position. Her face red with embarrassment and ecstasy. As she stared at the purple dragon, still rubbing her hoof against the sheets, an uneasy silence remained for a moment.

Before she could speak up, she noticed the proud member that stood at full mast, protruding from the dragon’s crotch. “S-Spike, you’re, um,” she stammered to point out his erection, using her still wet hoof to point at the dragon’s rod.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve been here for a few seconds now,” he replied as he walked towards the bed and placed down the tray. A random assortment of fruit rolled around unhindered by plates or silverware. “I kind of just grabbed whatever and rushed back up here,” he mentioned as he sat down.

“Listen Spike, I don’t want this to be awkward, I just want-“ Spike placed a finger over her lips, silencing the alicorn.

“Neither of us remember last night, right? Well, I’d like to, or at least replace that lost memory with something new. If you want this to be just a onetime thing and have everything go back to normal, that’s fine, but-“ Twilight placed her hoof over his lips, silencing the dragon just as he had silenced her.

“Calm down Spike. I get what you’re saying, but let’s figure that stuff out later. Right now, I think we should replace that memory.” She lowered her hoof and replaced it with her lips, surprising the dragon with a kiss.

He immediately grasped onto the mare’s hips, pulling her close as they held their lips together. She placed a hoof against his chest, slowly sliding it down his torso and eventually wrapping around his erection. The stroking sensation caused him to break from the kissing, letting out a deep moan of pleasure. “Straight the point?” he asked.

Twilight stood up on the bed, giving a gentle smile and another quick kiss. “Well, I’m still hungover and I can tell the nausea is going to return any moment. I usually wouldn’t want to skip foreplay, but you already know I’m aching for a rutting, so why don’t we just skip past it,” she explained, brushing against his shoulder and stumbling towards the tray of food.

“Are… Are you serious? You mean I can...” He shot his head around to look at her, getting an eyeful of tail covered rump - only to have it lifted, presenting the plump, purple pony pussy for the horny dragon. “Holy moly,” he blurted out.

“Go ahead,” she said, swaying her hips as she bit down on a hoofful of berries. She didn’t need to repeat herself as the dragon quickly pulled himself onto the bed, sitting forward on his knees with his hands groping her purple cheeks. Feeling the scales rubbing and pressing on her rump, she let out a whimper as if to beg for it.

Pressing his erection against her vulva, he slipped and slid on the waterfall of juices she had produced, trying over and over to enter the correct hole. When he heard the disgruntled horse noises that came after he pressed against her ponut, he quickly placed one hand on his cock and the other around the dock of her tail. After moving his head to a good angle, he once again pressed his erection against her, this time forcing her slits to accept his throbbing member. A moan of ecstasy left the mare’s lips as he forcefully entered, the rough spines of his rod were much better than that of her hoof.

Slowly pushing his entire dragon cock into the pulsing pussy, he eventually reached the cervix, only to be surprised by the amount he was able to fit in. “Twilight! It’s all in! You were able to take it all, every last inch.” He had failed to notice she had slumped forward, pressing her face into the sheets of the bed and clenching them with her teeth.

“Oh trust me, I know,” she said as she raised her head, hair in her eyes. “Now... please rut me.”

Reeling his pelvis back, he then thrusted deep inside her, getting a feel of the contractions that pressed around his member after every plunge. As he pushed and pulled, he could feel her clitoris winking against the bottom of his cock. The harder he went, the tighter she became, and the faster he went, the more audible the slaps became. Unable to hold back her moans any longer, Twilight let out a set of happy gasps, followed by an intense scream of pleasure. The slapping and moaning echoed within the walls.

Wrapping an arm around her chest, Spike placed a foot forward while still keeping the other knelt. He shoved his cock harder and faster than before, preparing to release his dragon cum with a series of thrusts. She could feel his dick bulging against her, the thought of him cumming inside was enough to send her into a climax, causing her to contract and force the dragon to spray his seed. The hot liquid poured into her, causing another scream of pleasure from both parties.

As the moment passed, cum leaking out from her lips and onto the bed, the two lovers could no longer bare their own weight and collapsed on top of one another. The tray of food shifted, knocking some berries onto the bed. The dragon scooped up a handful and shoved into his mouth. The alicorn slowly recovered her thoughts and composure, panting heavily from the heated act. “Tha-That was wonderful, Spike,” complimented the mare.

“Give me a second,” he quickly replied, shoving more of the fruits into his mouth, swallowing some of the berries whole. As the mare began to move, he held her down, forcing her to stay with his member inside of her.

“Spike? Could you get up?” she asked, attempting to wiggle out from under him.

He placed a hand onto the bed, arching his back and sliding his face next to her ear. “How about another round,” he whispered as he began to pull his pelvis back and slam it into her once more.

Moaning in pleasure, she could feel herself climax just from the one simple movement. “S-Spike! Ag-Again!?” she asked, though he interpreted it less as a question and more of an okay. He quickly moved his hips to begin thrusting once more, feeling the end of her climax press against him.

With her body shoved against the bed, he pounded her pussy harder, no longer worried about losing balance. Every slam shook the bed, semen propelled out with every thrust, landing on her inner thighs and the sheets below. The sticky liquid added to the slapping sound, something Spike was slowly becoming fond of.

Knowing he was getting close to his second climax, he grasped onto her shoulders and whispered into her ear, “Say it for me.” The gentle whisper sent a shiver down the mare’s spine, causing her body to react and press against his pelvis. She began to arch her back, raising her rump into his thrust, allowing his dragon cock to ravage her insides.

“Cum in me,” she whispered. “Give me your dragon cum!” shouted the mare, overshadowing her whisper. With that command, Spike knew he couldn’t resist locking his legs against hers with one final push, shooting another load of jizz deep into her.

With each thrust came another release, causing an overflow of semen to pour from the marehood, shooting out and onto the floor behind them. He could feel her climax once more from the third load of cum that sprayed into her, causing another surge of cum to release from him. As he finished inside her, he slowly pulled the flaccid rod out, watching as the walls shifted back into place with semen flowing out from between the slits. He gave a smile, feeling the success of a job well done, and rolled onto his side next to the cum-filled mare.

“Did I do good?” he couldn’t help but ask.

The mare lifted her face, still attempting to catch her breath, looking toward the giddy dragon. “It’s did you do well, Spike. And yes, yes you did,” she answered, laying her face on its side to stare at him, still smiling as she magically lifted a berry into her mouth.

“I have to ask then… Was this a onetime thing?”

It was then clear to Twilight why he pressed so hard to please her, giving her multiple orgasms and rutting her as best he could. He didn’t want it to be a fling, and she then realized, neither did she. Twilight reached out a hoof, placing it on the dragon’s chin. She gave a happy, content smile, to which immediately faded to a scorned, frowning expression. The sudden switch shocked the dragon, worried that he may have done something wrong.

“Spike, I’m really angry,” she mentioned.

“W-Why?” worriedly, he asked, hoping he wasn’t the cause.

“This was really fun, and I can’t remember anything from last night. I should be able to remember the mess we made or the fun we had. That’s really upsetting to me,” she answered.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he placed a hand on her cheek, brushing the messy mane out of her face. “Yeah, I know what you mean. At least this makes up for it, right?”

“No, no it doesn’t. In fact, I think we have to do this every day until my memory comes back.”

He gasped at the very idea, surprised by her forwardness and ecstatic as to what that truly meant. “How about more than once a day?” jested the dragon.

“Don’t push it,” she replied, wrinkling her nose. “But, maybe, on weekends.”

“Weekends it is.” He gave a content smile as she forced a berry into his mouth.

Epilogue

A flushing sound could be heard as the alicorn waltzed out of the bathroom and towards the bed, plopping herself down next to her dragon mate. He sat idly by, waiting for her to return, reading a book to pass the time.

“You were in there for a long time. That’s the third morning you’ve had nausea after waking up, maybe you should see a doctor,” he mentioned, closing the book.

She slumped her back against the headboard and pulled the covers up to her neck. “Well, I didn’t want to worry you, but I saw one yesterday,” replied the alicorn as she turned her dizzied gaze to the dragon.

“And?”

The alicorn levitated something the size of a popsicle stick into his line of sight. “She gave me one of these,” she answered sleepily.

“A pregnancy test?” He read aloud, noticing the label that stuck to the white stick.

“I sincerely doubt a pony can get pregnant by a dragon, but morning sickness is a common thing for early stages of pregnancy.” She shrugged it off, placing the test between them.

He moved a claw over to her face, brushing the back of his hand against her cheek. “Wouldn’t that be interesting, first pony to ever have been impregnated by a dragon. To think, it was already awkward enough explaining our situation to our friends, I can’t imagine how they’ll take this.”

“Let’s just wait until the results come back. It’s supposed to show two pink lines if I am pregnant, and I’d rather not start imaging the awkwardness this early in the morning,” replied the alicorn, closing her eyes and crossing her forelegs against her chest.

“How long do we have to wait?”

“Not long, you impatient brood,” she sarcastically replied.

The dragon lowered an elbow below the sheets, moving his hand like a snake until it finally grasped onto her thigh. She let out a squeal as his cold hand was warmed by the heat of her flower. “How about a little dragon tongue to pass the time?”

She quickly levitated the test out of the way and then said, “You’re such a horny thing. Fine, fine. You know I’d never pass up that marvelous tongue.”

He closed the gap between them, lowering his head beneath the sheets as her forelegs pressed him down between her thighs. As he began to work his tongue, she lost her magical concentration, dropping the pregnancy test onto the end table. Just as it settled, the screen clicked and changed to two pink lines.