When I Say Goodbye...

When I Say Good-Bye…
A Humanized Fic by Duke Moon II
Based on My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Chapter 1: Resolutions and Forgiveness

Spike peddled his bicycle at a frantic pace. Just about an hour ago, he had woken up and found out that he had forgotten to put the alarm on his clock. Spike had immediately gotten up from bed, took a quick shower, got dressed, and was nearly out the door until his stepmother, bless her heart, stopped him and insisted that he eat breakfast before he left. She had even chided him about wolfing down his food, telling him to chew slowly or risk choking. After that, Spike said his goodbyes and ran out the door, got on his bike, and peddled as fast as he could.

Spike, an eighteen-year-old fourth year student of Canterlot High School, was going to be late for class once again.

“I knew I shouldn’t have binged-watched that last season of ‘Great Chow’.” Spike muttered to himself.

Canterlot High School wasn’t very far away from where he lived, but Spike knew he didn’t want to waste time getting to his first class. He was nearing the campus and had glanced at his watch: 5 minutes to spare. Spike picked up the pace and he finally made it on campus. He secured his bike just outside the main building with the rest of the students’ bikes, made his way inside the building, found his locker and basically piled his books and his bag in, save one book and his binder, and made his towards his homeroom class.

Unfortunately, the bell had rung as soon as Spike reached the classroom doorknob. He couldn’t help but cringe as he turned the knob. When he opened the door, Spike found that the students inside were already seated, their books opened and ready to take notes. Standing in front of the whiteboard with a black marker was Ms. Twilight Sparkle, Spike’s homeroom teacher, looking flatly at him through her glasses. The silence was deafening as Spike could only smile nervously, sweating buckets.

Twilight took a look at her watch and shook her head and said, “You’re late, Mr. Drake.”

Spike groaned. The look of sheer disappointment on Twilight’s face was enough to make him cry.

“And you have the wrong book,” Twilight pointed out as she glanced the book Spike had in his hand.

Spike was afraid to look, but did anyway. The textbook he had in his hand was not his science book, but a social studies book. He had groaned once again was about to leave the classroom until Twilight cleared her throat.

“Take a seat, Mr. Drake,” Twilight ordered Spike, disappointment in her voice. “You’ll have to get by on taking notes for today. See me after class.”

Spike, head down, made his way towards his desk. As he sat down and opened his binder to take notes, Spike realized that he had nothing to write. He had the urge to bang his head on the desk but thought better of it. Spike was in enough trouble as it is, and he did not want detention for causing a disturbance in class.

‘Nice going, Mr. Drake,’ thought Spike miserably. ‘You made you teacher/friend mad at you.’

Spike couldn’t bring himself to look at Twilight as he sat in front of her desk. She had been checking his file and was silent the whole time. After class had ended, Spike knew he was going to get an earful about his grades, which had slipped considerably these past few months. It wasn’t just being late to class; it was also being inattentive in class, being unprepared, and falling test scores. Though the test scores weren’t so low to the point of failing, Spike knew he had better grades before. Spike had been disappointing Twilight and the more he thought about it, the more shame he felt.

“Spike,” said Twilight, getting Spike’s attention.

“I’m really sorry, Ms. Sparkle,” apologized Spike.

“Twilight.” Twilight corrected Spike. “When we’re alone, it’s Twilight.”

“Yeah… Twilight,” said Spike glumly.

“I really don’t know what to do with you,” sighed Twilight in disappointment. “At the beginning of the year, you had high marks in my class. You were studious, hard working… Spike, what happened to you? You were one of my best students. I used to brag about you to the other teachers, but now…”

“I’m sorry, Twilight,” responded Spike. “I just… I have a lot of things on my mind.”

“Yes, your culinary studies, I know,” Twilight said. “Spike, I’m glad you found something you’re really good it. Heck, I remember when you basically saved lunchtime and helped the cafeteria staff with their menu. But you’re sacrificing everything else for your art, Spike. I know you want to excel at your field, but at what cost?”

Spike knew Twilight had a point. Lately he had been watching cooking shows and burying himself in cookbooks and forsaking his other studies. In fact, he devoted more time in creating his own recipes to the point that he avoided the outside world. He hung out less with his friends and spent more time on the internet looking up the latest recipes and studying cooking videos. It’s like nothing else mattered except being the best chef Ponyville has ever produced.

'It’s not the only reason why and you know it,' thought Spike remorsefully.

“Spike, listen,” Twilight spoke, getting Spike’s attention once again. “I know what it feels like, losing yourself to the point where you cut yourself off from the rest of the world. I alienated my family and I almost lost my friends because of my own ambitions. When I realized what had happened, I hated myself and I practically begged my friends and family for forgiveness. It took some time, but they did forgive me.

“The point is, Spike… I just don’t want you to sacrifice yourself. Everyone… me, your stepmother, your friends, my friends… they worry about you. It’s your final year here, so make the best of it.”

Spike couldn’t help but feel like a heel. He wasn’t just hurting himself; he was hurting everyone else that cared about him. Spike really did want to cry, but steeled himself, not wanting to lose it front of Twilight.

Seeing Spike’s discomfort, Twilight stood up and made her way to Spike, motioning him to stand up. As she looked at Spike’s pitiful face, Twilight placed her right hand on her student’s cheek, which made him tear up. Twilight couldn’t help but notice how much of a Spike had grown over the years. She had met him when was just a seven-year-old, green-haired boy who was running from school bullies and she had saved him from getting beaten up. Now Spike had become a man before her eyes… a well-toned, fair-faced man… which made her blush as she started to caress Spike’s cheek.

For his part, Spike began to feel at ease. He loved it when Twilight tried to make him feel better. It took him back to his more innocent days when Twilight acted like a big sister to him. She always doted on him and made him feel special. As he grew, though, Spike began to see her not as a sister but a very beautiful woman. That long purple hair tied in a bun and wearing those sexy glasses... Spike knew he shouldn’t think that way about his teacher and friend, but he couldn’t help it. He knew she dressed conservatively in her white blouse, black vest, and slacks, but he couldn’t help but look at her. Spike blushed as he closed his eyes and felt Twilight caress his cheek even more.

Twilight, realizing what she was doing, let go of Spike’s face, looking away and blushing furiously.

“You didn’t have to stop.” Spike spoke in a yearning manner.

“Spike, I…,” Twilight trailed off before shaking her head. Still looking away, she spoke in a forced, stern tone, “Spike, I’m your teacher, first and foremost. You are my sweet, innocent and incorruptible Spike Drake, ace student. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.”

'Innocent,' Spike thought silently to himself. 'If only she knew…'

Getting herself under control, Twilight turned around and faced Spike and said, “Spike, I meant what I said… you really need to get those grades up or else you won’t graduate. Also, you need to reconnect with your friends and family. Got it?”

With a smile, Spike said, “Alright, Ms. Sparkle. I’ll do my best!”

“Good to know, Mr. Drake.” Twilight said, smiling back at Spike. She gasped as she heard the late bell. “You better get going. Don’t want you to be late for your next class.”

“Don’t worry,” assured Spike. “I got the right book this time.”

With that, Spike got his binder and his book and with a final wave, left Twilight’s classroom.

Twilight’s heart, however, was beating like a jackhammer. She nervously looked at her hand, the very hand that was lovingly caressing Spike’s face. Her face became even redder as she instinctively sniffed her hand, wanting to smell Spike’s scent. Twilight fell to her knees, shivering as she hugged herself.

“What… what’s happening to me!?” Twilight whispered to herself.

It had already been over two hours and Spike couldn’t get what had happened out of his mind. It had actually distracted him during his classes and got him in trouble with teachers. As he rummaged through his locker and making sure he got the right books for his next class, his thoughts went back to what had happened between him and Twilight. He couldn’t deny that he and Twilight, his teacher, were having a moment. The look on Twilight’s face, Spike recalled, was undeniable, too. Spike heart swelled. Still, he asked himself if he should do anything about it. He really liked Twilight, and if Twilight’s look on her face was anything to go by, she liked him.

Spike groaned in frustration. Yes, he really liked Twilight, but Twilight was his friend and he really didn’t want to drag her down with his base desires.

‘Besides,’ thought Spike sadly. ‘She would really hate me if she knew what I’ve done…’

“Howdy, Spike,” called out a voice.

Spike turned and found that Bloomingdale Apple was in front him, smiling sweetly. Bloomingdale, or as her friends called her, Applebloom, was a fourth year student, just like Spike. She was a brunette, long-haired, and wore a pink bow on her head. She was well-toned, like she worked, but looked lean. She wore an orange blouse and blue work pants that nearly hugged her body. Spike noted that she looked adorable and couldn’t help but smile.

“Howdy, Applebloom.” Spike said with a smile. “You look very chipper today.”

“Well, Ah should,” nodded Applebloom. Her face then took on a more concerned look and said, “Ah I haven’t seen you around a lot lately. You don’ even join me for lunch like you used to. Is anything wrong?”

“Been busy concentrating on other things except school work,” Spike explained ruefully.

“Well, maybe if you didn’ have your head buried in so many cookbooks and fawnin’ over older women, you might be doin’ a lot better in your studies.” Applebloom pointed out.

“Not this again,” groaned Spike as he closed his locker, slinging his book bag on his back.

“Look, as your childhood friend and life coach, it’s my job to guide you on the right path.” Applebloom said. “Besides, if you really want a girlfriend, I think you should look to someone who’s your own age. Less heartbreak that way.”

“Who, like you?” teased Spike.

“You only wish you could have someone like me,” smirked Applebloom as she narrowed her eyes at Spike. “But, if you’re real nice to me, I’ll even let you have a dance this Saturday at the Apple Carnival.”

Spike slapped his forehead and said, “I almost forgot about that event. I’m supposed to help with food that day.”

“Yeah, well Ah hope you keep your head on straight, because the family is counting on you,” warned Applebloom. She then took a dig at Spike and teased, “If you stopped starin’ at mah sister, maybe the event will go off without a hitch.”

Spike groaned and said, “Fine, I’ll be on my best behavior. Who knows? Maybe I will take you up on that dance.”

“Well, you better decide soon, because mah dance card is almost full,” said Applebloom with a grin as she walked away.

Spike sighed at Applebloom’s antics and thought, ‘Applebloom is adorable, but she’s got a real attitude on her.’

Though Spike had used lunchtime for culinary research in recent months, he decided to heed Twilight’s advice and use this hour to study and hopefully get his grades up. After getting a few books from his locker, Spike headed towards study hall, intent on making Twilight proud. He smiled to himself and hummed, happy in the knowledge that this was the first step in having the best final year in high school.

Spike’s happy thoughts were cut off as he felt someone unexpectedly pull at his shirt and drag him inside the nearest room. Before he could get a word edgewise, Spike was pushed by the person against the closed door and said person began to kiss him furiously on the lips. Spike’s face turned red as his muffled protests were unheeded. When the kiss ended, he was suddenly slapped in the face, the force of the hit sending him to the floor. Spike couldn’t help but feel angry, feeling the pain on his cheek and gritting his teeth.

When Spike looked up, his heart stopped. Standing over him was a beautiful woman with purple-blue hair with purple streaks. She was dressed in a light purple blouse and had a white choker around her neck with the symbol of a dark blue crescent moon. She was wearing a tight dark blue skirt that reached her knees. Currently, the woman was looking down on Spike with a glare and a frown, her left eye twitching and her hands on her hips. Spike blushed at the obviously angered woman, but quickly looked away, a guilty expression on his face.

The woman, which Spike recognized as Vice Principal Luna Heavenstone, tried to maintain her composure, but lost as tears began to run freely from her eyes. She immediately got on her knees and put her arms around Spike, torso, sobbing on his shoulder. Spike instinctively hugged Luna’s waist, his guilt slowly melting. Luna kissed Spike again, but this time more tenderly.

Spike’s eyes widened for a second before they closed, feeling the sensation of Luna’s lips on his. He moaned as he kissed Luna back, which also made the older woman moan.

After a few moments, Spike and Luna unlocked their lips and gasped for air. They breathed heavily as they stared at each other, both sporting deep red blushes on their cheeks.

“Spike…” Luna said between breaths with a questioning look, tearing up again. “Why… why did you run away from me? Why are you avoiding me?”

“I figured… I figured you would hate me after what I did to you, Vice Principal Heavenstone,” responded Spike, who began to tear up, looking away in shame. “I… I hurt you, and-

“Spike, look at me.” Luna spoke sternly. When Spike still didn’t want to look, Luna forced him by grabbing his face. “Look at me. What happened between us was consensual, got it? I wanted it, you wanted it. Yes, you were rough and it hurt me. But don’t think for a second that you did something unspeakable. Do you understand me?”

Spike remained silent as Luna held his face. Even though Luna had tried to reassure him, Spike felt scared, his heart beating at fast rate. He saw that Luna’s face had softened into a sympathetic smile and before he could respond, the older woman kissed him again. Spike responded to the kiss more eagerly, with Luna wrapping her arms around the young man. After they finished, Spike and Luna stood up together. They faced each other until Spike hugged Luna as gently as he could, with Luna hugging him back.

“I made you cry, Vice Principal Heavenstone,” sobbed Spike.

“I’m the one that made you cry first, my dear Spike,” smiled Luna, kissing Spike’s cheek. “I guess I just wanted our little adventure to be more intense, so I decided to egg you on. I didn’t know you were going to behave like that.”

“I’m sorry,” said Spike glumly.

“I forgive you.” Luna responded softly. She then let out a chuckle and said, “Though I can still feel your teeth on my nipple sometimes.”

Luna let go of Spike and locked the door, closing the curtain to cover the window. As Luna made her way towards the desk, Spike took his time to get his bearings. He was in a dimly lit room with the only light coming through the window behind the desk, which wasn’t much due to the horizontal blinds. Spike noted how eerie it felt being here, but remembering that this was Luna’s office, he recalled once being here at Luna’s request. He had asked once why the room was so dim and Luna answered that she loved the dark and jokingly teased Spike about being scared, to which the young man denied.

Spike heard Luna clear her throat and saw that she was sitting on the front of her desk, her legs crossed. Luna smiled and patted on an empty space beside her. Spike took it as an invitation and immediately went to Luna and sat beside her.

Both Spike and Luna were silent for a few seconds until Spike asked, “How long has it been?”

“Two months, fifteen days,” responded Luna. “It was big sister Celestia’s birthday party at the school gym, remember? We invited the faculty and a few friends, plus the mayor arrived to give Celly an award for all her hard work. I did have to convince her to let you be the chef at the event, saying it would be good publicity for the school. What can I say? Ever since you became a cafeteria hero, I became a huge fan of your cooking.”

“I know.” Spike recalled. “You even invited me to your apartment one time for your birthday just so I could bake you a cake… then Principal Heavenstone arrived just as I took it out of the oven.”

“I swear my sister has a cake sense,” groaned Luna.

Spike sighed and asked, “Vice Principal… what made you… make a move on me that night after Principal’s Heavenstone’s party?”

“A bunch of things, to be honest.” Luna answered bashfully. “First off, when I first saw you as the one who handled the cafeteria duties that day, I thought ‘wow, what a cutie!’ I know it’s not proper for a school official to think that of her students in that way, but there I was, one of the heads of CHS, crushing on a student. And the stories Ms. Sparkle used to tell the staff about you during our meetings, and how she gushed every time she spoke your name meant to me that you were a boy I wanted to keep on eye on.”

“You didn’t build a shrine of me, did you?” asked Spike worriedly.

“No, but I did take a few pictures while you weren’t looking.” Luna responded casually, which caused Spike to gulp. Luna laughed and said, “I’m kidding!”

“Not funny, Vice Principal.” Spike frowned.

“Seriously, though, I did go to every function you were cooking for,” said Luna with a smile. “We became friends and we even spoke of other things besides cooking after your duties were done. I even had the honor of meeting your stepmother at one of these functions (beautiful woman, by the way). I even found that you were quite the dancer and I just had to be on your card.”

“I think you were the dance card at one of those functions.” Spike pointed out.

“I know, and I made every woman in the room jealous, especially your dear friend Twilight.” Luna smirked.

Spike was a bit surprised at that bit of information. He began to remember an event that happened on a Friday before Thanksgiving break and Luna had asked him for a dance. Spike also remembered how close he and Luna were while dancing, so much that he could feel the Vice Principal’s breasts on his chest. This obviously got Twilight’s attention as she came out with a small ruler and with an annoyed expression, indicating that there should’ve been a small gap between Spike and Luna while dancing. When Twilight left, Spike had an awkward expression on his face but also noted that Luna was so annoyed that she actually stuck her tongue out at Twilight’s back before sneering at her.

“You know what really did it for me, Mr. Drake?” purred Luna as she ran her hand Spike’s leg, making the young man jump and blush. “It was when you started giving me lessons in the Home Economics room during lunch time. You were very attentive in teaching me your ways around the kitchen, and you even let me have a try at one of your custom recipes. What I loved even more was when you got behind me and used your hands to guide mine. I could feel your breath on my neck every time you spoke.”

Spike’s face was now scarlet as Luna then ran her finger at Spike’s length, which had hardened at Luna’s touch. He breathed heavily, but tried to remain calm.

“I also felt this when you were close enough to guide me,” Luna spoke huskily. “All I could think was, ‘Such a bad teacher. He wants to take advantage of his student and do unspeakable things to her.’ I kind of wished you did because I was ready to burst on the spot.”

Spike felt on edge as he was losing his self control. The way Luna spoke to him was making him sweat and swore he could feel his length getting harder and longer.

“That night after Celly’s party, I knew I wanted to have you,” Luna said passionately. “I was leading you here to my office so I could thank you for your services, but I couldn’t wait. I kissed you on impulse, the only fear I had was that you would reject me. When I saw your eyes, all I could see was passion, desire and hunger. And that’s when I dragged you the nurse’s office so we could have a time to remember… at least, that was the plan.”

Spike started to remember that night. He remembered how Luna had kissed him and somehow something switched on, like his whole body was on fire. He also remembered how Luna smiled, like she wanted to have that reaction in him. Spike had let himself be dragged by Luna to the nurse’s office and in an instant the older woman was dominating him, impaling herself on top of him and claiming his virginity. As he lay on his back on the cot, Spike was going crazy at what Luna was doing to him and was equally amazed at how tight she was. Spike had begun to cry at the intensity, tears flowing from his eyes. What made him start sobbing was when Luna started to taunt him, egging him on for more as she grabbed his chin fiercely and pinching his nipples, forcing Spike to face her and enjoying the fact he was at her mercy.

Things took a turn when Luna had slapped Spike’s face. This ignited something within him as he angrily forced himself on top of Luna. Not only did Spike increase the tempo of his thrusts, but he also started to squeeze Luna’s breasts firmly in his hands, causing the woman pain. Spike even started to bite on Luna’s nipples with ferocity, which caused the woman to cry. Spike had felt Luna orgasm but he didn’t stop, turning her body around with strength he didn’t know he had. After Spike forced Luna’s wrists behind her back, he began to thrust again, making her cry in pleasure and pain. In an effort to deepen his thrusts, Spike lay directly on top of Luna, pressing her into the cot. After a few moments, Spike climaxed inside Luna, causing her to scream and cry.

Spike, after a euphoric high, had cleared his head and saw that Luna was crying and sobbing, shivering as she hugged herself. What made Spike truly feel like a monster was when Luna turned to face him, her face full of tears, gritting her teeth in pain. Fear in his heart, Spike ran away from her, tears streaking down his face. In his mind, Spike couldn’t fathom what he had done. He told himself that he was not that kind of person, but couldn’t deny what had happened between him and Luna. Spike ran until he had reached Golden Oaks Park, crying himself to sleep below the big oak tree.

Since then, Spike had felt like a world class heel. He couldn’t face Luna, let alone talk to her, so he avoided her. Eventually, he had immersed himself in his culinary research and forsaking everything else. He had acted like nothing was wrong, but his grades began to falter and everyone, including his friends and stepmom, took notice. He wanted to forget everything, but knew that he couldn’t.

Now, after Luna had confronted him and assured him that he did nothing wrong, Spike felt a bit better but not by much. He glanced at Luna and saw that she had taken her hand away from his leg and was currently looking at it. Spike remembered it as the hand that Luna slapped his face with. He saw her tear up, a guilty look adorning her face. Spike couldn’t stand it and stood up and hugged Luna. Luna herself hugged him back, sobbing. They separated a bit, their foreheads touching.

“I’m sorry, Spike Drake,” said Luna, letting loose a torrent of tears.

“I’m the one who’s sorry, Vice Principal.” Spike responded tearfully.

“Lulu,” corrected Luna. “It’s Lulu, and I promise I’ll be gentle next time.”

Spike was surprised by this and faced Luna directly. He saw that Luna was giving him a radiant smile, which made him grin, despite how he was feeling.

“Lulu…” Spike trailed off.

“I didn’t just drag you here to talk,” Luna admitted, her smile turning lustful, drawing a circle on Spike’s chest with her finger. She then stood up and kissed Spike passionately, jabbing her tongue inside his mouth.

Spike was enjoying himself as Luna was showing him some love. He responded by kissing her deeply, his tongue now intertwining with hers. Spike then felt Luna’s hand travel down his pants and gripped his manhood through the fabric. This made Spike self-conscious and pushed Luna away gently.

“Lulu…we might get caught…,” said Spike worriedly. “Principal Heavenstone-”

“I locked the door, remember? It’s just us,” Luna reminded Spike. She then gave off a wicked smile and said seductively, “Besides, would it be so bad if my big sister caught us? Maybe she’d like to join in. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind having two sisters giving a stud like you a great time. Maybe we can give you a forbidden show beforehand. I’m sure you’d like that.”

Spike pictured what Luna had described and turned red. He shook his head and stared at Luna and said, “Lulu, I’m serious!”

“So am I, lover,” responded Luna unashamed. “But we’ll leave that adventure for another time. For now, it’s just you and I.”

Luna proceeded to kiss Spike lovingly, her arms wrapped around his neck. Spike allowed himself to enjoy the kiss and let Luna take the lead. He could feel that Luna was becoming more eager, deepening the kiss. Spike responded in kind, wrapping his arms around Luna and sticking his tongue inside her mouth, making her moan. He felt Luna press up to him even more, feeling her breasts mash into his chest. Spike’s face took on a strained expression as he felt his manhood stiffen again. It took all his self control not to push Luna on top of the desk and ravish her to no end. Spike resorted to running his hands across Luna’s back, eliciting more pleasurable moans the Vice Principal.

‘If Luna promised to be gentle, then so will I,’ thought Spike as he continued to kiss Luna thoroughly.

Spike and Luna came up for air again, disengaging themselves and breathing rapidly with flushed faces. Luna noticed that Spike’s face looked pained and wondered if she did anything wrong. She glanced downward and saw a bulge in Spike’s pants and couldn’t help but smile, flattered that she elicited that type of reaction from the young man. Luna looked up at Spike’s face and then took on an innocent, concerned expression and asked, “Spike…what’s wrong?”

“So… intense,” Spike answered between breaths.

“You look like you’re about ready to burst, little one,” Luna purred, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor, revealing purple v-string panties with a white crescent moon in the center. She kicked the skirt to the side and pulled up her blouse over her head, throwing it to the side, revealing a lacy purple bra, also with white crescent moons. Luna let Spike drink in the site of her form. She saw how tense Spike looked, as if he was trying to hold back his emotions. She backed off of Spike and sat at the front edge of her desk, giving Spike an inviting smile, spreading her legs and beckoning to him.

Spike didn’t waste any time and kissed Luna hungrily. He then unhooked her bra from the front, her breasts no longer restrained. Spike let go of Luna’s lips and began to stare at her breasts, marveling at how big they were. Spike began to caress and squeeze them gently, noting that Luna’s nipples had hardened. Spike stuck his tongue out, squeezed Luna’s right breast and started to lick and nibble at her nipple, which caused Luna to bite her lip, preventing her from screaming out loud. Spike then gave the same attention to Luna’s other breast, this time causing Luna to moan out loud.

Luna couldn’t stand it. As Spike continued alternating between each of her breasts, Luna was getting more excited. She felt her panties getting damp and as each second passed, Luna craved more. When Spike stopped giving attention to her breasts, Luna whined and was about to question Spike until he kissed her again, fondling her breasts in the process. Spike let go of the kiss and began to trail his tongue downwards from Luna’s chest, making her feel tingly. She looked down at Spike and saw that he was already kneeling down in front of her, taking her panties off. She felt embarrassed as the young man started to stare at her dripping wet sex. Still, Luna couldn’t help but smile at Spike.

“Spike,” spoke Luna throatily, which gained Spike’s attention.

“Lulu?” asked Spike as looked up at Luna’s pleasure filled face.

“I want… I want to pleasure you,” pleaded Luna. “It’s not fair that you do all the work. Let me make you happy, please…”

Spike melted at Luna’s insistence. As intoxicating as Luna’s scent coming from her womanhood was, Spike couldn’t deny such a simple request. He stood up and once again captured Luna’s lips with his. After the kiss, Luna turned Spike around, making him face away. Before Spike could ask, Luna snaked her arms around Spike’s chest, moving her hands around his body as she kissed and nibbled at his neck. Spike closed his eyes and enjoyed Luna’s attention, moaning at her touch. He then felt her hands move inside his shirt, her bare hands now making direct contact with his. Spike almost fell from the sensation, but kept himself steady, his face becoming more flush when Luna began pinching his nipples.

“Lulu,” gasped Spike.

“Your body is so lean,” Luna whispered in Spike ear. “Not too much muscle, but I love it all the same. Do you love it when I do this, holding you captive and helpless against my touch?”

“Yes…” gulped Spike.

“I love an honest answer, Mr. Drake,” whispered Luna again, licking Spike’s ear. She then looked down and saw that a tent has formed up in Spike’s pants. “Speaking of honest…”

Luna’s right hand traveled to Spike waist. She unbuckled Spike’s belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting it fall to the floor and revealing Spike’s blue boxer shorts with a dragon design. Luna gave Spike an amused glance, which earned her an awkward look from the young Drake. She then proceeded to dig inside Spike’s shorts and fished out his member that had grown in size and stiffness since she and Spike began their private, adventurous escapade. Luna quickly got a hold of Spike’s length, making him wince. Luna noticed this and in keeping with her promise, she loosened her on Spike’s member and began stroking it slowly.

“Good… Lulu, that is so good,” moaned Spike in pleasure.

“I can make it even better, lover,” said Luna with a smirk. “But you have to be honest with me. If we are going to be in this type of relationship, then we both have to honest with each other. No exceptions. I’ll ask something then you have to be truthful with me. If you answer truthfully, I’ll bring you closer to heaven. If not… well, let’s just say I’ll leave you begging. Is that clear?”

Spike could only nod affirmatively, letting Luna know that he agrees, which made Luna beam in excitement.

“Good little boy,” purred Luna, stroking Spike’s manhood a little faster. “Now, Mr. Drake…was I really the first woman you had done it with?”

“Yes,” Spike responded simply.

“I’m glad,” said Luna, sighing as she stroked Spike with more vigor. “I just wish our first time together was a little more pleasant.”

“I wish it was, too,” said Spike, panting.

“Very well, then,” Luna said lightly. “I was your first woman, but was it your first time seeing a woman in all her glory?”

“No,” answered Spike.

“Aw, and here I thought you had innocent eyes,” pouted Luna. She then got curious and asked, “Who was it, or did one of your friends show you a dirty magazine?”

“It was… it was an accident…” answered Spike, his voice straining from Luna tugging at his manhood.

“Really?... You naughty boy.” Luna said sensually. “Was it an accident, or did your curiosity get the better of you?”

“Honest, it was an accident,” Spike insisted.

“Who was it, then?” Luna asked again.

“It was… Ms. Dash,” answered Spike, letting out a breath.

“Ooh, our Ms. Iris Dash, the soccer coach,” said Luna, stroking Spike’s member even faster. “When was this?”

“It was on her eighteenth birthday and… oh, so good… she invited me and the girl’s soccer team,” explained Spike, his face becoming red at not only the memory, but also Luna’s attention to his member. “I was only eight at the time. The other girls were… were waiting for her to make a grand entrance, and they sent me to go get her. So, like an idiot, I opened the door to her… room and I saw her… all of her. I… I froze… next thing I knew, one of her trophies was planted in my face. She didn’t talk to me for a week.”

“Well, you did barge in without knocking.” Luna pointed out, chiding Spike. “But she did forgive you, right?”

“Yeah…” said Spike with a smile. He then laughed at said, “She reasoned that at least I saw an awesome sight… she never really let me forget about it, though. In fact…”

Luna noticed that Spike had trailed off, so she slowed her strokes on Spike, letting him know that she wanted him to continue.

“She…she gave me an envelope…” started Spike, breathing faster. “Rainbow… I mean Ms. Dash gave me an envelope and told me not to open it until I was eighteen. I kept my word… believe me, I did… and when I opened it… it was a picture of Ms. Dash… posing nude… on her bed… legs wide open… dipping her fingers inside her… inside her…”

“It seems like our Ms. Dash loves to show off in more ways than on.,” Luna chuckled, shaking her head as she began to slightly intensify her strokes on Spike’s length. “Though giving a young boy a picture of herself in the buff… Ms. Dash is quite the pervert.”

Spike didn’t refute Luna’s claim as he was too busy enjoying himself, letting Luna stroke his length for all its worth. He felt himself getting close to climax and wished that Luna would just finish him off instead of torturing him like this. Spike then felt Luna’s tongue on his lips before she shoved it inside his mouth. When Luna let go of the kiss, Spike gasped and breathed for air.

“I love the taste of your lips,” moaned Luna. She then started to whisper in Spike’s ear and asked, “Which brings me to a very important question: that night when I kissed you… was it your first kiss? Was I at least the first woman to claim your lips?”

“No,” answered Spike, this time a bit apprehensive, his heartbeat quickening.

“Drat!” exclaimed Luna, pouting. She then took on a more playful tone and said, “So your lips have already been claimed by another. And here I was hoping that your lips were innocent at least. Now… who was she? Who stole my little Spike’s lips?”

Spike began to tremble in fear. For as much pleasure he was getting from Luna with every right answer he was giving her, Spike was hesitant to give the woman a response. He clammed his mouth shut, fighting the urge to open his mouth and answer. Spike began to feel more conflicted as Luna slowed her strokes down, almost to the point of stopping, making Spike whine.

Luna frowned as she noted that Spike was being a bit more resistant than before. She stopped stroking Spike’s length and was about to grip it more firmly, but thought better of it. She remembered her promise to Spike about being gentle and she was not going to force the answer out of him. Luna’s face softened as she kissed Spike on the cheek.

“Spike, none of this, what we are doing, will leave this room.” Luna said sincerely. “But like I said before, we have to honest with each other. No secrets. Or is the memory of your first kiss a painful one?”

Spike glanced at Luna and noted that the sincerity on her face matched the sincerity of her voice. He sighed and shook his head at Luna’s question.

“No,” admitted Spike. “I’ll always remember it, because…”

“Who was it, then?” prodded Luna.

“My… my stepmother,” answered Spike.

‘His stepmother!?’ Luna gasped at the thought. ‘Well…no wonder he wanted to keep that to himself. And here I am, prodding him about it.’

Luna felt ashamed at her actions. Her little game was going well, but she just had to ask something real personal about Spike, and now she felt like she was ruining everything. She could also see the fear in Spike’s face, like he’s waiting to be scolded for engaging in something disgusting and unnatural. Luna assured Spike by stroking his length again. Spike began to moan in pleasure.

“So… someone from within the family, and your own stepmother at that,” began Luna curiously. “You said that it wasn’t a painful memory for you. Did you like it when she kissed you?”

“Y...yes,” admitted Spike.

“Why did she kiss you?” asked Luna.

“We were going through a few family albums,” Spike explained. “We were looking at few pictures of my dad and my birth mom, bless their souls. Mom, that is, my stepmom, Mina Laurel Drake, used to be my real mom’s rival when it came to my dad back in high school. Even though my real mother won out, she and my stepmom became friends. When we were looking at the pictures, mom began to cry, lamenting that she should have been friends with my real mother from the beginning, saying that she was a wonderful woman and felt like a monster for trying to steal dad away. She also said that my real mother really didn’t mind when she flirted with dad sometimes.

“It got to the point when mom was inconsolable, so I hugged her. When she calmed down, mom smiled at me and said that I reminded her of dad, just with green hair. That’s when she caressed my face and said that how much she loved me. She then got a funny look on her eyes and kissed me on the lips. At first, I wanted to push her off, but I didn’t, so I went with it. We made out for a few minutes before we came up for air. She looked at me like she wanted to continue, but she ran upstairs to her room crying. We haven’t talked about that moment since then.”

“Was she repulsed by what she did?” asked Luna.

“Now that I remember it… no,” responded Spike. “She looked more guilty than disgusted at what we did.”

“Maybe she still remembers that moment,” Luna said, stroking Spike’s member vigorously. “Maybe she wanted more from you than she cares to admit. You’ll never know if you don’t ask her.”

Spike remained silent, doubtful that he could muster enough courage to ask his own stepmother about their little make-out session.

Luna let go of Spike’s member and got on her knees in front of him. She smiled as she licked her lips, grabbing hold Spike’s length. She looked up at Spike, who in turn was looking at her with expectant eyes.

“I never had this in my mouth the first time around.” Luna said, her voice filled with lust as she gave Spike member a few licks at the tip. “But I want brutal honesty now, Spike, and it involves your friend and teacher, Twilight Sparkle.”

Spike, in the midst of ecstasy, remembered how Twilight had caressed his face, how he yearned to be touched lovingly by her, telling her not to stop. He also saw that Twilight had wanted it too, even if she denied it.

“I know she wants you, Spike,” said Luna bluntly. “Her goody two-shoes attitude is so fragile that she’ll drop to her knees if you ask her to. I bet she gets all hot and bothered at the sight of you and she gets herself off on it in her private moments, thinking about you putting this delicious thing in her mouth, bringing you climax while bringing herself to ecstasy.”

Spike breathed heavily, panting at Luna’s words. It wasn’t difficult to imagine Twilight in such a state. As he felt Luna lick his length, Spike began to imagine Twilight doing the exact same thing, trying to feverishly bring him off.

When Luna saw that Spike member was slick with her saliva, she sandwiched his length between her breasts, giving Spike more stimulation.

“You want Twilight badly, don’t you?” asked Luna rhetorically. “You want to love her body, please every entrance she has until she’s covered in a pool of your love. You want her in her classroom, her territory. You want to teach her a love lesson, something she probably only knows from a book. Maybe you’ll let her dominate you from time to time, coating her love over your manhood, screaming your name and wanting more, which you will give her by dominating her, your dear, sweet bookworm of a teacher, Twilight Sparkle.

“But most importantly, you want to thank Twilight. She’s been a friend to you for so long that you want to thank her for everything she’s done for you. For being a good teacher and being a good friend, you want to reward her. You want to reward her with your manhood and she’ll gladly accept it. Do you want to do that, Spike? Do you want to reward Twilight with your manhood and your love?”

“YES!” exclaimed Spike pleasurably.

“Very well, Spike.” Luna said, satisfied with Spike’s answer. She then engulfed Spike’s manhood in her mouth, bobbing up and down furiously.

‘Her mouth feels so good,’ thought Spike, already on the brink of climax. He instinctively put his hands on Luna’s head, stroking her hair and humping his manhood inside her mouth. Luna’s dirty talk, her moans, along with her questions had put Spike into frenzy, running on instinct, wanting to burst so badly it hurt. Spike couldn’t take it anymore as he let out a moan, climaxing inside of Luna’s mouth, holding her head in place so she can take every lost drop of his juices. Once he was satisfied that he deposited every last drop inside Luna’s mouth, he loosened his grip on the older woman’s head and let her go. Spike almost collapsed as he steadied himself to Luna’s desk, breathing heavily as he tried to recover.

Luna, still on her knees, swallowed Spike’s juices in one gulp. She licked her teeth and her lips of any remaining juices, giving off a satisfied moan of approval. She got up from the floor and saw that Spike looked spent, panting and trying to remain standing, his hands on her desk. Luna cleared her throat, getting Spike’s attention. She motioned Spike to move aside, which he did. Luna then placed her hands on the edge of the desk and stuck her posterior out, her juices dripping from her sex.

“Spike… you’ve made me so moist,” Luna said lustfully, glancing back at Spike, wiggling her butt. “Please, take responsibility for what you’ve done…”

Regaining his wits, Spike approached Luna. He went to her side and began to fondle Luna’s breasts, pinching her nipples lightly. Spike smiled as he heard Luna moan. He then went to Luna’s neck and kissed and nibbled it, getting another positive reaction from her. Spike heard Luna whine, and looked at Luna’s posterior as she shook it in anticipation.

‘She really wants me to go down there,’ Spike though with lecherous smirk. He stuck out his tongue and traced it along Luna’s spine, making whine even more. When he got to the end, Spike spread Luna’s legs apart even more and dipped his fingers inside Luna’s sex with his right hand, while with his other hand used his thumb and forefinger to stimulate the older woman’s clit. Spike then stuck his tongue out again and licked Luna’s buttocks while also nibbling it.

‘He really knows what to do,’ Luna though blissfully as Spike played with her, letting out a hiss and moan. ‘That’s it, Spike… right there… show how much you love your school official…oh, God… no… don’t make me burst before you put it in me.’

Spike, feeling that Luna was wet enough and felt that his manhood was at full mast again, got directly behind Luna and moved closer to her posterior. He rubbed his hands over her buttocks until he got a firm grip. He then rubbed the tip of his dick outside Luna’s love canal, teasing it. Spike enjoyed Luna’s pleading moans as he teased her, wanting her to beg. Feeling that Luna’s suffered enough, Spike shoved his manhood inside Luna’s sex, wincing at the fact it was gripping his mast so tightly.

When Luna felt Spike’s length enter her, she gasped as her eyes went wide. She let out a satisfied moan, smiling as she shut her eyes, feeling her lover’s manhood inside her. She could feel that Spike was rocking her slow and steady, which was fine by her. Luna wanted this feeling to last, and while she was about ready to climax, she wanted to wait until Spike was ready to burst inside her. She loved how gentle Spike was being with her and felt blissfully happy. Luna then felt Spike’s hands leave her buttocks and his chest on her back and started to feel the young man’s ragged breaths next to her ear. She felt Spike hands fondle and squeeze her breasts as his thrusts began to increase in speed.

‘He’s so close…,’ Luna thought euphorically as she whimpered. ‘I’m at limit, too. Please, Spike…finish me…I can’t take it anymore.’

“Lulu…” grunted Spike. “I’m close… I want to come inside you…”

“Do it, lover!” cried Luna as she her motions matched Spike’s thrusts. “Fill me with your love! Make me feel it! Make me yours! I want it!”

Spike got off Luna’s back and started to thrust harder into her, gripping her buttocks again as he grunted. Spike sped up his thrusts, banging into Luna with intensity, making her cry out in ecstasy. Then Spike made one final thrust and climaxed inside of Luna’s sex, moaning as he drained his juices inside her. As for Luna, she climaxed as soon as she felt Spike fill her up with his juice, stifling a scream. They both collapsed to floor, their energy spent.

Luna panted, still feeling an orgasmic high, Spike’s juices oozing out of her sex. She struggled to sit up, and when she did, Luna saw that she was face to face with Spike. He was looking at her expectantly and she gave him an approving smile. Spike couldn’t help but hug Luna lovingly, careful not to do it tightly. Luna hugged him back and kissed Spike on his forehead before kissing him on the lips.

Time had passed in Luna’s office, and it was five minutes before the next bell would signal the students to attend their next class. As for Spike and Luna, they were fully dressed in their clothes again, relaxing without a care in the world. Spike was actually sitting at Luna’s chair, facing the window that didn’t let in much light due to blinds. Luna was actually sitting in Spike’s lap with her arm draped on his shoulder as he held her in place. Luna then kissed Spike on the lips, the young man responding in kind. After a few seconds, they let go of the kiss and continued to enjoy each other’s company.

“I’m really going to miss you, Mr. Drake,” said Luna with a sigh.

“Really, Vice Principal Heavenstone?” asked Spike, looking at Luna.

“You’ll be off to college, devoting yourself to the culinary arts while I’m stuck here dealing with boring school politics and bad cafeteria food.” Luna lamented. “I’ll miss our talks, you teaching me how to handle myself around kitchen… and our little extracurricular activities.”

Spike blushed at that last part Luna mentioned. He had to admit that what he and Luna shared moments earlier was a better experience than the first time around. That first time was just pure animalistic rutting, while this time around it was more loving and tender. It made Spike smile, and it made him feel better about himself. The fact that Luna enjoyed it made him feel like he could do no wrong.

“Not that I regret what we did here, but I did promise Ms. Sparkle that I should get my grades up,” commented Spike.

“And you certainly wouldn’t want to disappoint her,” said Luna, smiling.

“She also told me that I should make the most of my time here before I graduate,” said Spike seriously. “I really need to spend some time with those important to me before I set off into a brave new world.”

“Well, you already started with me, young man,” Luna purred as she touched Spike’s with her finger. She then smiled a wicked smile and asked, “What if I told you I could make your last months the best you ever had? I could help you with Ms. Sparkle, Ms. Dash, resolving your situation with your stepmother, or any of the other women in your life.”

“You’re kidding, right?” asked Spike, an eyebrow raised.

“I do know for a fact that Twilight has her own circle of friends who have known you just as long as you’ve known her,” Luna pointed out. “I’m sure none of them would mind having you.”

“I don’t know,” said Spike doubtfully.

“Like I said, I’ll help you when you need it,” Luna said. She the heard the bell and immediately got off Spike’s lap and said, “You should go. You don’t want to be late for your next class.”

Spike got up, collected his books and was about to leave until he gave Luna one more kiss. He felt Luna return it earnestly before letting go.

“I’ll see you around, Mr. Drake,” said Luna, smiling broadly.

“Likewise, Vice Principal,” said Spike confidently before unlocking the door and heading out of the office with an extra skip in his step.

Luna couldn’t help but smile fondly. She knew that Spike was well on his way to becoming a true man and facing world. Luna also felt giddy at the prospect of helping Spike achieve his goals in the coming months, just like a real teacher should.