Author's Note

I'm very sorry for making you all wait so long for this chapter. Hopefully I can the next done sooner...hopefully.

Anyway, props to Wildcard25 and F14M3RZ for pre-reading and editing this chapter. Have a good read and thank you for your patience.

Confessions and Helping Hands

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

Chapter 4: Confessions and Helping Hands

Spike could barely keep up as he tried to catch up to Applebloom. He sweated profusely, panting as he jogged after her. He cursed himself for not being in better shape, and wished he had the endurance to at least keep up with his self-appointed life coach.Spike was already lagging so far behind that Applebloom was already a block away from him. Seeing that he wasn’t going to reach his friend anytime soon, Spike decided to stop and catch his breath, wiping the sweat from his brow. Jogging around the neighborhood was taking its toll on the young man, and he needed a break.

‘Can’t believe Applebloom woke me up at six a.m. for this,’ Spike thought as he gasped for air. ‘Bad enough I have to endure this in Ms. Dash’s class, now I have to do this early in morning, too...’

“GET YOUR REAR IN GEAR, DRAKE!” Applebloom shouted emphatically from a distance.“WE GOT ANOTHER HOUR OF JOGGING TO DO, SO NO FALLING BEHIND ON ME! UP AND AT EM!!”

Letting out a heavy sigh, Spike began to jog again. The young man wasn’t used to exercising in the morning, as he was usually cooking breakfast for himself and his stepmother at this time. In fact, before Applebloom came to the Drake residence with a surprise regime, Spike was ready to make chocolate chip pancakes with a side of sausage. Though Spike tried to say no, Applebloom insisted that a good jog would be good for him and, with some reluctance, he agreed. What he didn’t know was that Applebloom’s idea of a jog wasn’t just jogging a few blocks, but the entire town. It wasn’t even a set path either, as Applebloom just led him to random spots without a break. Spike was actually relieved when Applebloom led him back to the neighborhood as he thought there was an end in sight, but there was no such luck.

Feeling that his body couldn’t take much more, Spike fell to his knees, and a second later, fell face first into the concrete. Breathing heavily, Spike tried to get up, but fell again. He decided that it would be best to just lay there for a moment, and hoped Applebloom wouldn’t notice, not wanting hear any of her criticisms about his health.

“Spike, is that you?” a concerned, female voice asked.

Spike blinked and began to move his head upwards to see who had spoken to him. Before he could move his head any higher however, Spike stopped as he got a good look at the woman’s cleavage, noting how round and big her breasts were, wrapped inside a white, silky robe. He blushed and shook his tired head and decided to look at woman who had called to him. Spike saw it was a long, purple-haired woman that was looking at him with an elegant and beautiful face. To Spike, the woman was a sight to behold, and while he did admit that looking at her bosom was nice, he found himself looking more at her face and couldn’t help smile, regarding this woman as an angel who saved him from his morning exercise.

Spike recognized this woman as Rarity Wayne, a fashion designer, owner of the Carousel Boutique, and all around beauty. Like Twilight, Spike had known Rarity ever since he was younger, and looking at her reminded him why this woman was his first crush in the first place. Rarity always took care in looking her best, even in the mornings, and had always made a good impression. Spike never actually admitted to Rarity about his feelings back in the day, but he suspected that she already knew, and felt that he would embarrass himself he actually said anything. He couldn’t deny that Rarity only got more beautiful as the years went by, and would find himself unable to speak in her presence.

“Spike, you’re staring,” Rarity said awkwardly.

“Oh, um, sorry, Ms. Wayne,” Spike apologized, his face red in embarrassment.

“Spike, it’s Rarity,” Rarity reminded him with a giggle. “There may be an age gap between us, but I don’t think it’s that great that you have to call me Miss anything. I’m certainly neither too old, nor am I one of your school teachers. I’m one of your friends, and no age difference is going to change that.”

“Okay… Rarity,” sighed Spike with a smile.

“May I ask what you are doing so early this morning… lying in a heap in front of my home and smelling like old gym clothes?” asked Rarity as she squeezed her nose with her thumb and forefinger.

“Trying to stay healthy, if you can believe that,” said Spike as he wiped off sweat from his hair. “Applebloom’s got me jogging for miles, and I haven’t had any rest until now.”

“And here I thought Iris was a slave driver when it came to fitness,” Rarity commented, earning a knowing smile from Spike.

“Spike, yer stallin’,” Applebloom said as she ran up to him, a stern expression on her face. “We still have a few miles to go, and yer not going to get it done if yer just lyin’ there like a sack of potatoes.”

“Good morning, Bloomingdale,” Rarity greeted.

“Hey, Rarity,” Applebloom responded quickly and offhandedly before turning her attention back to Spike, hands on her hips. “Spike, get up. We gotta continue with your regimen, and I’m not letting you get distracted by anything… or anyone.”

Rarity was a bit put off by Applebloom’s comment, though she remained civil, only raising an eyebrow at her. Then a thought occurred to her as she folded her arms, and she asked Applebloom curiously, “Bloomingdale… does your sister Jacqueline know that you’re out here early in the morning on this crusade of importance?”

Applebloom stiffened and looked awkwardly at both Spike and Rarity. She tugged at her collar as she began to sweat nervously.

“You know, that’s the first time today I’ve seen her break a sweat,” Spike said as he got up from the ground, narrowing her eyes at Applebloom.

“Um… mah sister understands this is what I want to do in life,” Applebloom laughed nervously. She then shook her head and put on a brave face and said, “Besides, I’m a big girl, and Ah can make my own decisions.”

“Yes, and I’m sure you can explain this to your big sister once I call her to pick you up,” said Rarity bluntly.

Applebloom stiffened once again, and with a loud squeak escaping her mouth, she dashed off into the distance as fast as her feet could take her. Spike could only watch Applebloom as he sighed in relief, his regimen and suffering being put to rest, at least for the moment.

Spike then turned to look at Rarity and saw that she was smiling in satisfaction. He smiled gratefully and said, “Thanks for that, Rarity.”

“I swear that girl is too impulsive for her own good,” Rarity sighed as she shook her head. She then looked at Spike and said, “Would you like to come in? I was just about to get breakfast started.”

“Really?” Spike stammered nervously. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you and all.”

“Not at all, Mr. Drake,” Rarity assured. “Besides, I haven’t seen you in a while, and I want to see what Ponyville’s resident chef and caterer has been up to.”

Half an hour had passed, and Spike was sitting at the table, awaiting his breakfast. With his clothes in the washing machine, Spike was dressed in a fluffy white robe that covered his body from his neck to below his knees. He fidgeted awkwardly as he was suddenly aware that, while he was in a robe, he was wearing nothing underneath. Being inside another woman’s house did nothing to calm Spike down as he continued to adjust the robe. The young man could only hope he didn’t make a fool of himself in front of Rarity.

Spike didn’t have to wait long, as Rarity came from the kitchen with two plates of waffles. Spike gleefully rubbed his hands together in anticipation as Rarity placed the plate in front of him. The waffle had strawberry chunks baked in, topped with whipped cream and blueberries, and smelled of vanilla. Spike immediately went for his fork and knife and began to dig in.

“I hope my waffles are to your liking,” Rarity said as she sat down across Spike, placing her plate in front of her. “I may not be a master chef extraordinaire, but I do know my way around a waffle iron.”

“Well, waffles are my second favorite breakfast dish next to pancakes,” commented Spike as he ate a piece of waffle. With a huge smile and a few bites, Spike swallowed his piece and said approvingly, “Though I might place waffles at the top of my list after this.”

“You’re too kind,” smiled Rarity. “I was on the phone with your mother while you were in the bath, and she said she’ll have some clothes ready for you in a moment. She sounded quite disappointed that you were having breakfast here, though. Did you two have something planned?”

“She wanted to make breakfast for once, and I promised I was going to be there after my run,” responded Spike. “She was also going to make it extra special, so I guess I’ll have to make it up to her later.”

“Well, she is a dear, sweet woman, your mother,” complimented Rarity. “I’m sure she will do anything for you.”

‘You don’t know the half of it,’ thought Spike with a light blush..

As Spike continued to eat his waffle, his thoughts went back to his gracious host. Rarity was right when she reminded him that he hadn’t seen her in while, not even remembering the last time they had even talked. Spike sighed, blaming himself and his obsession with studying every book on the culinary arts to the point that he neglected everything else, including communicating with his friends. What had happened between him and Luna had played a huge part in him turning into a recluse. Rarity did have her own life to lead as her job as a fashion designer took her places beyond Ponyville, but Spike felt it was no excuse not to at least talk to her on occasion. She was a friend to him, after all.

Chuckling mirthlessly to himself, Spike thought back to a time where his crush for Rarity was at a high. Though he was only a kid then and Rarity was in high school, Spike got the nerve one day to tell her how much he felt about her. He even wrote a note down so he could remember what to say to her. It didn’t even deter him when Iris had poked fun at him for thinking of doing something so foolish. When he did go to Rarity’s house to confess his feelings, Spike had found Rarity kissing a boy her age and didn’t even notice he was there. Spike cut his losses and walked away, throwing away the note he wrote and feeling defeated and stupid for even thinking that he had a chance with someone like Rarity.

Spike remembered being in such a sad state that when he ran into Iris that same day, he basically went off on her and dared her to tell him how much of an idiot he was for having a crush on Rarity, that he talked big but chickened out. What he didn’t expect was Iris comforting him, hugging him as he fought the urge to cry, not wanting to look like a huge baby.

Engrossed in his own memories, Spike almost didn’t notice that Rarity was standing next to him, looking at him curiously. When he looked at Rarity, Spike couldn’t help but look at her in marvel as he felt his feelings for the woman resurface. He had thought to have long since buried those feelings in favor of friendship, but he couldn’t deny that he still had feelings for her. Spike saw Rarity’s eyes move away from him and followed them, noticing that there was still a piece of waffle left on his plate. Chuckling nervously, Spike was about to get his fork and get that final piece until Rarity grabbed it for him. Sticking the fork into the piece of waffle, Rarity smiled at Spike as the young man instinctively opened his mouth, allowing Rarity to feed him the piece. Spike chewed slowly, savoring the taste. When he swallowed, Spike was about to speak when Rarity traced a finger on his lips, getting a stray bit of whipped cream and stuck it in her mouth. Spike was too stunned to move, and was even more surprised when Rarity sat on his lap, straddling him. Rarity continued to smile and looked at the young man in adoration.

“Rarity, what are you doing?” asked Spike, his cheeks burning.

“Spike…there’s something I need to confess,” responded Rarity intently as she placed her hands on Spike’s shoulders.

Gulping nervously, Spike nodded and urged Rarity to continue.

“I didn’t want to embarrass you back then, but I read that note you discarded… a note that was about your feelings for me.”

“Rarity, that wasn-” Spike stammered.

“I know your handwriting, so don’t try to deny it,” Rarity firmly cut off Spike as she silenced him by placing a finger upon his lips. “I know it has been years since then, but I wanted to say that I was flattered that you thought so highly of me. No man I ever dated before or since that note has ever thought of me like you did.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Spike could only say, “No man? But…Rarity, you’re gorgeous! You’re really generous and-

“Spike… I don’t know why you thought of me that way back then. Whenever you came to me to help me on my latest fashion project I treated you as nothing more than a servant. When I read that note and all those kind things you wrote about me, it made me see how self-absorbed I was about my projects and my quest for the perfect man. I resolved to treat you with more respect and… I guess I started to want someone who loved me for me and not just my beauty. Someone who showed me the same admiration like you did.

“Sadly… no one seemed to fit the bill, Spike. It was louse after louse, self-absorbed pain after self-absorbed pain and most of the time they just wanted to bed me for no other reason than to be another conquest… that or they just wanted something from me. It came to a point where I just gave up and concentrated on my work.

“When I finally came back to Ponyville and settled down and opened Carousel Boutique, I was glad that I was able to reunite with old friends. But I also wanted to see how you were doing. When I asked about you, the girls said that they hardly ever see you anymore. Twilight and Iris even said that you were struggling in your studies, and outside of school, they never saw you. I even called your mom to see what was the matter, but she said that you were too busy. I even went to an event you were cooking for, but you never noticed me.”

Spike was shocked hear this, which instantly made him feel guilty about his behavior. He looked down in shame and felt very angry at himself. He had known that Rarity came back some time ago, but at the time he felt that his culinary pursuits were more important. Spike also felt that he didn’t deserve any adoration after hurting Luna, a woman who not only adored him, but was willing to give herself to him, school rules be damned.

With a sigh, Spike looked up at Rarity and gave her an apologetic look. A few days ago, he had promised Twilight and Luna that he would become a better person, and that meant making amends with those he had ignored because of guilt and selfishness. Seeing that he had hurt Rarity made him feel like garbage.

“I feared the worst, Spike,” Rarity said tearfully. “I feared that my friend had changed so drastically that I couldn’t recognize him as my dear Spikey-Wikey from back in the day. But when I saw you look at me the way you did so long ago, I knew there was still a bit of my Spike there.”

Spike smiled at Rarity, relieved that she, like Luna, had forgiven him. Tears began to form as he tried to get say something, anything.

“When I saw that you had grown into a rather handsome young man, I began to realize something else…” Rarity said, her voice trembling. “I realized that I don’t want someone LIKE you…”

At that, Spike became confused. Rarity noticed this and placed her right hand on Spike’s cheek, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Spike… what I want…,” Rarity hesitated, but gathered up her courage and finally said, “Is you.”

Hearing Rarity’s admission made Spike’s heart beat fast. In fact, it felt so fast and strong that it threatened to burst out of his chest at any second. Spike couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and thought that Applebloom’s training had really done a number on him, thinking his exhaustion was making him dream the situation he was in. It was a lot to take for the young man as he tried to process everything Rarity had said to him.

Calming down and placing his hands on Rarity’s hips, Spike gave her a sincere smile and said, “I’m really sorry, Rarity Wayne.”

“It’s okay, my dear Spikey-Wikey,” assured Rarity.

“No, it’s not,” Spike responded, shaking his head. “I’ve been a jerk to you and everyone else I know because I’ve been keeping to myself, burying myself in cookbooks and just leaving out what’s truly important.”

“I’ve been there Spike. When I was your age, I was so consumed by being the best in fashion that I sometimes lost sight of my friends and family. Since I came back here, I’ve tried being a better person.”

“Yeah… I’ve been trying to better myself too, as a student and friend.”

The two remained quiet until they both blurted out, “Can you forgive me!?”

Both Spike and Rarity realized what they had done and laughed. It felt like huge weight was off their shoulders, and they felt more comfortable with each other as a result. Spike’s initial nervousness at having Rarity straddling him had melted away. Rarity’s doubts about Spike not liking her disappeared, tears running more freely from her eyes.

Wiping away her tears, Rarity said, “Of course I do, Mr. Drake. But only if you forgive me.”

“If it makes you feel better, then… alright,” Spike nodded firmly.

“Thank you, my darling Spike,” Rarity sighed in relief. Her face then took on a sultry look and in a husky voice spoke, “Spike… I really want to know how much you have changed. Aesthetically, you look very handsome and very easy on the eyes. I bet that you could have any woman you want and they would gladly give themselves to you. Tell me, Spike…how much have you changed as a man?”

Spike thought back to what had happened over the past few days. He remembered that he had made up with Luna, which led to them to having sex in the office. That very night, Spike had acted pretty dominant towards Iris Dash, showing her that he could take charge when it came towards being a lover. He also found that he could be very teasing towards Twilight, though he hadn’t gone all the way with her. Finally, with Luna’s help, Spike showed how loving he could be towards his stepmother. Spike felt that he really had changed as a man, and he really wanted to show Rarity just how much.

Without further hesitation, Spike kissed Rarity firmly on the lips. Rarity gasped, but found herself moaning in pleasure, giving in to the kiss and responded to it by sticking her tongue between Spike’s lips. The young man responded by also sticking his tongue out and meeting with the woman’s tongue. Both Spike and Rarity feverishly kissed and used their tongues, but it was Spike who began dominating Rarity in this battle of pleasure, using his hands to press Rarity’s chest towards his and feeling her breasts mashed against him. Spike felt that Rarity was willingly letting him take the lead. He also felt that woman was getting excited as he felt her getting wet, her womanhood already staining her panties. Spike felt very excited as he felt his manhood becoming erect, rubbing up against Rarity’s covered womanhood.

Spike and Rarity finally came for air, panting and sweating at what they were doing. Spike looked on at Rarity with fondness and adoration as he still couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. Rarity could only look at Spike with surprise, her eyes wide at his actions. The fashion designer quickly got over her surprise and gave the young chef a very pleased smile. This sent shivers down Spike’s back, anticipating what could come next.

“It seems that the young one knows his way around a woman’s body,” Rarity said sensually, cupping Spike’s chin.

“Does that bother you?” asked Spike.

“No, it most certainly does not,” Rarity responded, licking her lips. “I do love a man who knows what he’s doing. Show me what else you know… my darling little Spike.”

Spike opened Rarity’s robe, revealing her bare breasts. He cupped both the woman’s mounds in each of his hands, squeezing them gently, eliciting a pleasurable moan from Rarity. Spike saw that Rarity’s nipples had become erect, exciting him as he took one of them into his mouth and started suckling on it. Hearing Rarity moan only encouraged Spike as he squeezed her breasts more firmly, making her scream loudly.

“Spike… oh, good… your tongue… so amazing,” Rarity panted, drool escaping her mouth. “Please… keep doing that… make it come out…please, make my mi-

“Rarity, what are you doing!?” shouted a voice, startling Spike and Rarity.

Spike and Rarity slowly turned their heads and found a young girl looking at them in both surprise and confusion. The girl, who was Spike’s age, was wearing light purple pajamas. Her long, curly hair was a combination of purple and pink. Her figure was slender, though not what one would call flat as she did have noticeable curves on her chest and hips. Her face was round, youthfully adorable, and innocent looking.

Spike recognized her Belle Wayne, Rarity’s little sister, a fellow student senior at Canterlot High and one of Applebloom’s best friends. Seeing her surprised expression and the position he was in with Rarity, Spike could only respond by looking at Belle with an awkward look, unable to say anything.

Rarity, however, looked at her little sister and casually greeted, “Oh, good morning, Belle.”

“‘Good morning?’” Belle asked incredulously, shaking her head. “‘’Good morning, you say?! Did you forget I was staying here for the week!? I don’t know what goes on in this house while no one’s around, but after seeing this, I don’t think I want to know!”

“Belle, it’s just Spike,” Rarity said, chuckling as she tried to assure Belle.

“Well, I suppose THAT just makes everything better!” Belle said in a snarky tone, hands on her hips.

“He was in desperate need of my help,” Rarity reasoned as she ran a hand through Spike’s hair. “The poor thing was at the end of his rope, and I just had to rescue him.”

With a groan, Belle left towards the kitchen and said, “Just be decent when I get back, you two. I’d rather have breakfast without the porn show.”

Rarity sighed as she watched Belle go. She shook head and said, “She should really loosen up. I love her to death, but she can be such a stiff, sometimes.”

“We were just making out, Rarity,” Spike pointed out.

“That we were, Spikey-Wikey,” purred Rarity. “Still, I wish my little Sweetie Belle wouldn’t act so wound up. It’s been causing her problems.”

“Sweetie Belle?” asked Spike curiously.

“Her stage name,” explained Rarity. “I’ve been trying to help her with her song and dance number for the festival this weekend. She even volunteered for it, but I don’t think she’s going to be ready. The thought of the singing in front of a crowd is really getting to her. It’s really a shame because Belle really can sing.”

Spike didn’t know what to say to that. Though he did want to jump at the chance to help Rarity, he had to remember that he had his own problems to deal with, namely his grades and trying not to disappoint his teacher, Twilight. Still, part of his mind wanted to show Rarity what a man he had become, and having her sit on his lap was messing with his judgment.

Any other thoughts Spike had were interrupted when the doorbell rang. He saw that Rarity sighed and got off him, adjusting her robe to cover her front as she went to answer the door, making the young man yearn for his gracious host. When, Rarity opened the door, Spike saw that his stepmother arrived, and he quickly covered himself up as he didn’t want to cause himself or Mina any embarrassment.

Mina, who had Spike’s book bag and clothes in hand, walked inside the home, went up to Spike, and gave him kiss on the cheek, which the young man accepted.

“I hope my son hasn’t been too much trouble, Miss Wayne,” said Mina as placed Spike’s things on the table.

“No trouble at all, Mrs. Drake,” said Rarity. “Mr. Drake here has been the perfect gentleman.”

“I should hope so,” said Mina, pulling on Spike’s cheek. “I didn’t raise my son to be an unwelcome guest.”

“Mom... Spike whined.

“Just be quick about it,” Mina reminded Spike. “I’m sure Ms. Wayne is a very busy lady, and you have your own responsibilities.”

“Yes, mom,” Spike agreed, though he did steal a glance at Rarity as he left towards the bathroom, clothes in hand.

The lunch bell had rung at Canterlot High, and Twilight Sparkle, after dismissing her eleven a.m. class, closed the door to the classroom and was on her way to the teacher’s lounge, deep in thought. Ever since her student Spike had promised her that he would do better in class, things had become very interesting for Twilight. She was glad that Spike was in the process of getting his act together, and thought that it was sweet that he would ask for her to tutor him yesterday. What had Twilight worried was that her relationship with him was turning into an intimate one, which started with a kiss. Then, just yesterday, it moved into touching and groping, with her guiding Spike’s hands into her most private area, and then getting kissed and groped by him the next. Because of this, Spike had been in Twilight’s thoughts. In fact, after what happened in her classroom yesterday, she immediately made her way home, locked herself in her room, and started playing with herself until she climaxed multiple times. The memory had so much effect on her that she almost botched her lesson of the day. The fact that Spike had asked her if she was okay almost made her forget that this same boy was the one causing her inner turmoil.

Twilight shook her head and decided to forego her journey to the teacher’s lounge, turning around with a determined look on her face. She felt that something needed to be done about her growing feelings with Spike.

‘I’m sorry, Spike,’ thought Twilight, gathering her courage. ‘But I’m your teacher, and you are my student and whatever is happening between us needs to stop.'

Twilight was about to head towards study hall since she assumed Spike would be there to catch up on his studies when he saw him talking to Vice Principal Luna Heavenstone just a few feet away. Though she couldn’t make out what they were saying, Twilight could see that Spike and Luna were getting along and was relieved that her student wasn’t in any trouble. Twilight was about to leave well enough alone when she saw Luna take Spike by the hand and saw that the young man was looking away, a bashful smile adorning his face. What caused Twilight even more concern was that Luna was giggling, and could make out the words ‘How cute’ coming from the vice principal’s lips before she led him inside her office.

‘No, it can’t be,’ thought Twilight frantically. She shook her head and walked on with an unsure look on her face. ‘You’re imagining things, Twilight. There’s no way that Spike and Vice Principal Heavenstone are in THAT type of relationship.’

Spike wanted to cry. Most importantly, he wanted to ask Luna why… why did she do this, and what did these spaghetti noodles and eggplants do to her to warrant this?

When Spike had arrived to Luna’s office for advice on how to handle his latest situation, Luna herself was waiting for him outside. She had held his hand and started to tease him about being very needy for a personal consultation, which caused the young man to look away as he smiled bashfully. Spike didn’t resist as Luna led him into the office.

What Spike didn’t expect was that Luna had cooked lunch for them, even having a small round table set up, covered by a white table cloth. There were even porcelain plates on top of dark blue placemats, and silverware along with blue napkins. At the center of the table was a plate covered by metal cloche. Spike had eagerly sat down and waited with anticipation at what Luna had cooked up for them. The young man knew Luna had gone all out in making this lunchtime special.

Another thing Spike didn’t expect was that the dish Luna had prepared looked awful. From what Spike could see, Luna had made mushy spaghetti in Alfredo sauce, topped with parmesan cheese. Mixed in were overcooked pieces of eggplant that were drenched in too much oil. Spike fought not to make a face at the dish, as doing so would really offend Luna. He also couldn’t say no to Luna’s smiling face as she served him the spaghetti. Unfortunately, when the noodles had disgustingly plopped onto his plate, Spike feared for his life, his stomach doing flips.

“Spike, aren’t you going to try it?” asked Luna in a singsong voice.

Spike grinned widely and gulped nervously as he took his fork, stabbed at the pasta, and shoved a generous amount of it to his mouth. His eyes went wide, and as he suspected, the food tasted horrible. He fought the urge to spit it out and swallowed the noodles, forcing it down his throat. After feeling green for a few seconds, Spike instantly gave Luna a thumbs up with a very forced smile on his face.

Not fooled one bit, Luna’s expression became downhearted and shamefully looked away. She then said in a sad tone, “I know that face, lover. It’s the same one you gave me when you took me on as a cooking student and wanted to see how far I had to go. I guess I haven’t reached that far enough, if at all.”

Seeing Luna sad was enough to make Spike get off his chair and walk towards Luna with a look of sympathy on his face. Spike rubbed his hands together and instantly put them on Luna’s shoulder. He felt her tense up at first, but as Spike began to rub Luna’s shoulders, he heard her moan in pleasure, a sign that she gave herself in. Spike felt encouraged at Luna’s moans and groans and took pride that he had this effect on Luna, knowing that she was forgetting her sadness.

“Spike… no… I… I don’t deserve…,” Luna moaned out, panting.

“You shouldn’t be hard on yourself, Ms. Heavenstone,” Spike said as his hands soothed Luna’s shoulders.

“I should stick to instant noodles and grilled cheese sandwiches,” Luna lamented.

“Now don’t be like that,” Spike said as he continued to massage Luna’s shoulders. “I can help you like I used to in the past.”

“You have other things to worry about, lover,” Luna sighed as she started to feel more at ease with Spike’s attention. “Believe me when I say that I would relish the opportunity of being your culinary pupil again, but I’m still Vice Principal of this school, and the needs of my students must come first… even if I have to sacrifice my needs from time to time.”

“Poor, poor Lulu,” whispered Spike.

“I guess I really wanted to show off my other talents,” Luna said as she placed her hand on top of Spike’s. “I bet your dear, sweet Rarity showed you what other talents she has besides creating clothes for the elite.”

Spike stopped massaging Luna’s shoulders, startled that Luna had known about him spending the morning with Rarity.

Before Spike could respond, Luna beat him to it and said, “I called your mom this morning and she told me you got dragged out by a friend of yours and you stopped by Rarity Wayne’s home. Your mom sounded sad when we talked… like she had something planned for you and you skipped out on her.”

Spike felt really guilty. Obviously, his stepmother wanted to continue their fun from the previous night, and he left her in favor getting almost exercised to death by Applebloom.

“You really shouldn’t leave your mom high and dry like that,” chided Luna. “She needs to be fulfilled every morning… emphasis on ‘Full Filled’, if you catch my drift."

Spike blushed, getting what Luna was saying, and mentally decided to making his stepmom experience a good morning from that point forward.

“Still, Ms. Rarity must have been some awfully good company to spend breakfast with,” Luna said, her tone shifting to a sensual one as she stood up, turned around, and embraced a surprised Spike by the neck, looking at his surprised expression with a smile and half-lidded eyes. “Tell me more about the famous Rarity Wayne. Tell me what the fashion world does not know.”

Getting over his initial surprise, Spike smiled fondly at Luna and held her close, feeling her breasts press his chest. His heart pounded as the Vice Principal kept looking at him with adoring, yet hypnotizing eyes, like he could tell her anything. All Luna had to do was say the right words, and Spike would be compelled to do anything she asked without question. Spike couldn’t help but be under Luna’s spell, and he loved it.

“When I was younger, I had this huge crush on Rarity,” Spike began to explain. “Out of Twilight’s entire circle of friends, I always found Rarity to be the most beautiful of them all. There were times where I didn’t know what to say. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, like she was this royal princess, or the way she would always go through great lengths to remind herself how gorgeous she was. Maybe it was because of the way she was so radiant in everything she wore. Her smile, her eyes and her voice… it’s like her entire body said ‘Come here, big boy.’ I could never stop thinking about her.”

Spike took a moment to pause, noticing an amused smile Luna had on her face. Spike chuckled and continued with his story.

“Still, I was just a kid with a crush, and Rarity was a teenager who dated frequently, usually some rich heirs with more money than they had class. I had accepted that she wasn’t going to date someone like me and settled with just being friends. I always thought that she would land the man of her dreams in that fashion world of hers. She could have anyone she wanted and I would be happy for her…”

Though Luna had looked at Spike with amusement and some adoration as he told his story, her expression took on a more curious look as her lover went silent. She noticed that Spike was trying think of what else to say.

“I thought I buried those feelings long ago,” chuckled Spike humorlessly as he shook his head.

“Spike… what happened?” asked Luna.

Though Spike hesitated for a few seconds, he answered, “She confessed to me, Luna… Rarity confessed that she didn’t want someone like me… because she only wanted me and… I couldn’t believe it. It’s like those feelings just came back like a rush and…”

“You wanted to seize the moment,” Luna said, finishing for Spike.

“I guess I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming,” said Spike with a sigh.

“So… did you fulfill your dream?”

“I was going to… then Rarity’s sister came in and that was that. She wasn’t amused at what she saw.”

Luna couldn’t help but smile sympathetically at Spike as she shook her head. In a way, she knew what Spike was going through. Though she had crushed on a few boys during her high school days, it wasn’t until years later that when she noticed Spike that she began crushing like a madwoman. Luna thought back to all the times she would play with herself, imagining that Spike was satisfying her every need, though she always felt unfulfilled because she only imagined doing dirty things with him. Luna could only imagine how frustrated Spike felt at having his moment denied.

Thinking back on the days when Luna was crushing on Spike also brought up painful memories. For her part, it was the sense of dominance and sexual frustration that played a part in Luna’s first experience with Spike to end in a bad way. Though Spike had hurt her and dominated her to the point where she felt helpless, Luna felt that she had to share the blame with her lover, remembering that she goaded the young man to behave like a beast. Luna started to feel sad as her head went downcast, tears forming in her eyes.

Spike noticed Luna’s change of expression and immediately placed his hand on her cheek. The Vice Principal smiled at this and looked up at him. Luna then placed her hand on top of Spike’s, trying to assure the young man that nothing was wrong.

“Spike…” Luna said, trailing off. Her tears began to flow a bit more from her eyes as she continued, “I hope that it goes well with Rarity. I hope it goes better than…”

Immediately knowing that Luna was becoming distraught at past memories, Spike took her into his arms, embracing her as he rubbed his hands all over her back in an effort to soothe her. He knew what Luna was about to say, and it reminded him that he needed to be a better person. Spike owed it to Luna, to Twilight, his stepmother and everybody he shunned and hurt.

Taking the initiative, Spike leaned to kiss Luna, planting his lips on hers. The Vice Principal accepted the young man’s kiss and answered in kind. They made out until the next class period bell rang.

A few hours later, the final bell had rung and Spike was deep in thought. As he collected his things from his locker, he couldn’t help but think about what Luna said to him that afternoon. While Luna had approved his sexual behavior and encouraged him to sleep around with other women, she really wanted things to go well with Rarity, which got him to think about fashionista the rest of the afternoon. Not even Ms. Dash’s grueling dodge-ball session later on in the day could get him to think of anything else. With his things inside his school bag, Spike closed his locker and made his way outside the building with a smile on his face, determined to do right by Luna...and Rarity.

“Spike?” a voice said, gaining Spike’s attention.

Spike turned around and saw that Belle Wayne was standing in front of him. He could see that Belle looked really nervous and noticed a slight tint of red on her cheeks. Seeing Belle reminded Spike of what had happened between him and Rarity, and could imagine what was running through Rarity’s little sister’s mind at the moment.

“Um, can I talk to you?” Belle shyly asked, whispering. “It’s private, so…”

‘Oh, boy…’ Spike thought knowingly. With a sigh, he said, “Just let me get my bike.”

Though not much time had passed since she and Spike left Canterlot High, Belle Wayne felt like she had been walking beside him for an eternity. It didn’t help that she and the young man beside her said nothing as they walked. Belle took a glance at Spike and saw that he was at just as much of a loss as she was. She had wanted to confront him about what had happened between him and her big sister, Rarity. Belle had so many questions she wanted to ask Spike, but didn’t know where to begin. All she did know was that she couldn’t confront him about it during school hours because she was afraid that it might cause a scandal. Belle wanted answers, but she also didn’t want to cause any trouble.

As Belle watched the boy beside her as he walked with his hands on the handles of his bicycle, she still couldn’t get the image of Spike and Rarity in a passionate embrace. When she woke up to smell of breakfast, Belle was about to greet her sister when she had found her kissing Spike. Belle was speechless, her mouth wide open in surprise and her eyes as wide as saucers. She couldn’t believe that Rarity was making out with someone the same age as her. Belle also remembered how daring Rarity behaved with Spike as she encouraged him to do more. She had blushed at the thought of Spike and Rarity going further had she not stopped them.

The intimate image of Spike and Rarity had dominated Belle’s mind since morning, and it proved quite distracting as the day progressed. She couldn’t concentrate on her schoolwork and she nearly got detention for answering a math question in an English class. Mistakenly going into the boys’ locker room still made Belle shiver, as she could still remember the boys leering at her and giving her catcalls. She couldn’t even talk to her friends when one of them asked why she was nervous. She told them that she was still jittery about the festival, which was true since she was still shy about performing in front of people. Belle wasn’t having a good day, and having half the cause of it all walking beside her wasn’t helping.

“Um… Belle,” Spike started nervously, getting Belle’s attention. “Look… about what happened this morning…”

Gathering her courage, Belle bluntly spoke, “Spike… just shut up, alright? I know you’re not sorry about what you were doing with my sister, and I’m sure she’s not sorry, either. But thanks to you and Rarity, I had a hard day at school, my friends think I’m a weirdo now, and I had locker room full of boys whistling at me when I went in there by mistake! Yeah, thank you very much for your concern!”

“Well, what do want me to say!?” asked Spike in an exasperated tone.

“I just want a little consideration from you and my big sister next time!” exclaimed Belle. “I don’t know what you two do when you have the house all to yourselves, and quite frankly, I don’t think I want to know!”

“Well, to tell you the truth-

“I said I don’t want to know! Stop it!”

Once again, Belle and Spike were in complete silence. Belle groaned as she covered her face in hands. She knew this confrontation wasn’t going to go smoothly, and now she was regretting even thinking about talking to Spike about it. Belle felt foolish as she let her hands drop, shaking her head. She took one look at Spike and saw that he looked sheepish. Belle gave the young man an apologetic smile, which put Spike at ease for the moment.

Sighing, Belle said, “Look, I’m sorry, Spike. It’s just… I guess nothing should surprise me when my sister is concerned.”

“How so?” asked Spike with curiosity.

“Well… It’s just that with Rarity, I almost forget how daring she can be. Sometimes in her fashion shows, she would show off a design so risqué that I’m surprised her models could even walk that runway without feeling self-conscious. Rarity even models the riskier dresses herself and shamelessly flirts with the audience, blowing kisses to the cameras. Nothing seems to faze her! And the way she has the men she’s with in the palm of her hand, I…”

Belle sighed when she trailed off. Shaking her head, Belle chastised herself for sounding envious.

“I can’t even work the courage to talk to a boy I like,” muttered Belle. “Rarity’s probably has this really pretty and most likely revealing dress ready for me for the festival this weekend. I want to sing my song, but I have nightmares about it, and whenever I think about singing, I burst into hiccups.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” said Spike in an assuring tone.

“No, I won’t,” responded Belle miserably. “I’m not my sister, and I never will be. I really want to sing my heart out at the festival, but I can’t. Why did even volunteer? I’ll just make a fool of myself in front of all those people, and that boy I like will think I’m…”

Belle felt like she was going to cry. She had only wanted to confront Spike about his relationship with Rarity, and then she started to talk about her own problems. Just comparing herself with Rarity made her think herself as inadequate. A single tear left her eye as she felt like she was going to scream.

Belle then a felt a hand land on her shoulder. She saw that Spike gave her a comforting smile and couldn’t help but smile back. She blushed a little at seeing Spike’s face, and could see why her sister would go for someone like him. Belle felt very timid and gave Spike a bashful smile.

“Maybe I can help,” said Spike, surprising Belle.

“I don’t see how you can,” Belle said doubtfully. “Rarity and I have tried everything, and nothing works.”

“Maybe you just need a special touch,” said Spike confidently.

Spike was sitting at Rarity’s desk inside the Carousel Boutique studio room, working on his homework. Some time ago, he and Belle had arrived at Rarity’s place of business and had found Rarity setting up a few chairs in front of small stage. Rarity had enquired what Spike was doing there, and Spike answered that he wanted to help Sweetie Belle with her stage fright. Rarity had perked up and sent Belle to the changing room to try out a few dresses she had designed for the festival. Spike had wanted to help Rarity set up, but immediately sent him to the studio room so he could do his homework. He then called his stepmother and said that he might get home late, but promised to finish his homework and not be too much of a bother to Rarity. As he was finishing his math assignment, Spike leaned back on the chair and let out a breath, shaking his head in the process.

‘I know I said I would help Belle, but figuring out how is going to be a problem,’ Spike thought as he wrote an answer to his final math problem. ‘I may have experience with being at social events and catering at said events, but what do I know about overcoming stage fright? Well, I can’t back out now. A promise is a promise.’

“Spike, have you finished your homework?” Rarity called out from the main hall.

“Yes, Rarity,” answered Spike, closing his math book and getting up from the desk.

“Then come and help finish out here.”

After putting away his books and notebooks inside his bag, Spike headed out of the studio room and into the main hall. What he saw was the hall now looking like a small theatre with chairs set up in rows, an aisle in the middle, and a rectangular table in front of the stage. Spike also saw that Rarity was setting up some articulate mannequins on each of the chairs and decided to help Rarity with that. After a few minutes, Spike and Rarity finished setting the mannequins, giving the scene an illusion of a crowded theatre. As a finishing touch, Spike and Rarity set up a curtain for the stage. Finished with the set up, Spike and Rarity wiped sweat from their brows, exhausted.

“Well, we did it,” Spike said, looking over theatre setup. “Complete with a crowd, stage and judge’s table.”

“A rather crude setup, but it will suit our needs,” said Rarity, also observing the setup. “Now all we need is our star. Sweetie Belle! We’re ready for you!”

As she soon as she was called, Belle emerged from the changing room, dressed in a white strapless white top with a country-style skirt, complete with pink belt. On her feet, she was wearing white boots with tassels. On Belle’s head was a white Stetson hat with a pink belt. For Rarity’s part, she couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Belle looked in her outfit. Spike couldn’t help but stare at Belle, marveling at how beautiful she looked in the simple ensemble. He also noted that the strapless top accentuated the girl’s bust, making it very noticeable.

Rarity, noticing that Spike was staring down Belle’s cleavage, frowned at the young man and elbowed him in the ribs.

“Hey, that hurt,” Spike complained as he rubbed his side.

“We are here to help my sister, not ogle at her like a pervert,” Rarity pointed out. She turned her attention towards Belle and said, “Now then, Sweetie Belle, if you’ll please make your way behind the curtain, we can get started.”

“Alright,” responded Belle, though her tone sounded nervous as she made her way behind the curtain.

“Spike, you’ll play the part of the host and introduce Sweetie Belle to her adoring public,” said Rarity as she handed some cards to Spike.

Spike took the cards and looked them over. Raising his eyebrow, he looked to Rarity and asked, “Isn’t this a little much, Rarity?”

“I want what’s best for my sister, Spike.”

“If you say so, Rarity”

As Rarity sat in the middle of the judge’s table, Spike made his way to the stage. The young man stood at the middle of stage with the cards in hand and cleared his throat.

After giving a quick glance at the cards, Spike began to address the mannequin crowd, “Alright, Ponyville. Are we having a good time tonight?”

“A little louder, Spikey,” Rarity said.

“Alright, Ponyville!” shouted Spike. “Are we having a good time tonight!?”

It was then that Rarity took out her smart phone, pressed i,t and a loud, thunderous cheer could be heard from the device. Needless to say, Spike was surprised that Rarity would add crowd cheers to this practice run.

“We have real treat you for you all,” Spike spoke, getting into his role. “In fact, we have a little lady here who’s a real songbird, a genuine diva who just can’t wait to show you all what she’s made of! You could say that she’s a future Grammy winner, a Broadway star ready to shine! I dare add that every last one of you will be having wet dreams about-

“SPIKE!!” shouted a mortified Belle from behind the curtain.

“Hey, don’t blame me, I didn’t write this,” defended Spike.

“Do go on, Spike,” Rarity reminded Spike. “The audience is waiting for their songbird.”

“Alright, without further ado, Canterlot High’s very own…Sweetie…Belle…Wayne!!”

As Spike moved away from the stage, Belle emerged from behind the curtain. Taking in a deep breath and placing her hand on top of her chest, Belle approached the front of the stage with a stride. She then waved at the mannequin audience with a smile.

‘Well, so far so good,’ thought Spike, folding his arms.

“Now Sweetie, blow a few kisses to your adoring public,” instructed Rarity. “Don’t forget that winning, confident smile.”

Belle did as instructed and blew a few kisses to the mannequin crowd as she smiled her most confident smile. She could feel her heart beating quickly every second she was on stage. A single drop of sweat ran down from the side of her head, but Belle pressed on and continued to blow kisses and smile.

“Very good, Sweetie,” complimented Rarity. “The crowd is ready to hear your beautiful voice. Which reminds me…”

Rarity quickly exited the hall and into her studio. After a few seconds, she emerged with a toy microphone and handed it to Belle. Rarity then took her place at the judges’ table once again and said expectantly, “Now the audience is ready. As the old saying goes, Sweetie…knock‘em dead!”

“Here goes,” said Belle after taking a deep breath and exhaling. Facing the mannequin crowd, Belle began to speak, “Ponyville…I know that…um…I know what it’s like to like someone but…but…”

‘Oh no,’ thought Spike as he looked on at Belle trailing off. What he saw was Belle’s body shaking in fear as her eyes looked on the fake crowd Spike also noticed that Belle was grabbing to the toy microphone very tightly. He then saw that Belle was backing away, tears flowing freely from her eyes.

‘Oh, dear, not again,’ Rarity thought as she shook her head.

“NO, GET AWAY!!” screamed Belle as she turned to run, only to trip over her own foot that caused her to fall on hands and knees.

Spike was immediately by Belle’s side, helping the girl get up. He was about to ask if she was alright, but kept his mouth shut as he looked at the angry and frustrated expression on her face. Spike was then caught off guard when Belle threw the microphone at a random mannequin, causing it to topple over.

“Belle, I know that this is very trying for you, but there’s no need to take it out on the mannequin!” scolded Rarity.

“I CAN’T DO IT, RARITY!” bawled Belle, falling to her knees once again, covering her face. “The crowd at the festival is going to eat me alive! God, I was so stupid to sign up for this!”

Spike looked on at Belle with sympathy as he knelt down beside her, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving it a slight rub. The girl had had told him earlier that she was suffering from stage fright, but seeing Belle have a meltdown like this showed that her case was especially bad.

After a few seconds, Spike asked, “Belle, what did you see?”

“Nothing, it’s stupid…” Belle responded miserably, weeping into her hands.

“Belle, I want to help,” Spike sighed. “You looked really spooked on stage. You already told me what’s been going on before we came here, but I…Rarity and I need to know what you saw.”

“You really need to open up, little sister,” Rarity said sympathetically as she went over to Belle and sat right next to her. “You never tell me about these nightmares you’ve having, and we can’t help you perform until you tell us.”

After taking a few breaths and getting herself under control, Belle began to wipe her tears from her eyes. She took a look at Rarity and saw a reassuring smile and couldn’t help but smile back. Despite her big sister’s behavior earlier in the day, Belle knew that she could count on her sister to listen to her. She then turned to Spike and gave him a thankful smile. The boy smiled back and it made Belle blush, a slight red tint adorning her cheeks.

‘I can see why you like him so much, Applebloom,’ thought Belle in wonder before shaking that thought out of her head. ‘Still, Spike offered to help and Rarity has been trying to help for my performance, so…’

With a sigh, Belle began, “I want to sing so badly…to show my stuff at the festival. I even invited Button just so he can see me perform…if he can tear his eyes away from a game.”

“Button?” asked Spike, eyebrow raised.

“A boy she has a crush on, though his real name is Burton Mash,” Rarity pointed out with a blush, a hand on her face. “I met him when he and Belle were here for a study session. He’s such an adorable, innocent looking boy. With just the right word…”

“Rarity…,” Belle growled warningly.

“You really should make a move, Belle,” Rarity suggested.

“Can we get back on point!?” Belle blurted out irritably. After calming down, Belle continued, “What I saw…all I saw was heckling…all those people just shouting obscenities as they just approached me…like they wanted to attack me or something. I just wanted to run away…”

Belle sighed once again as Spike and Rarity remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

“You know what the worst thing I saw?” said in a low tone. “I saw Button…he didn’t do anything but play his little video game and wouldn’t pay attention to what was happening to me.”

Rarity could only feel sorry for Belle and realize how different her little sister was from her. While she saw herself as extravagant, daring, vain and unafraid to show off her beauty, Belle was the voice of reason but had a habit of doubting herself, always second guessing her abilities if her interactions with her friends were any indication,. Rarity wanted to help her little sister and seeing her open up like this was a huge step in the right direction.

Spike, his eyes brightening up on an idea, spoke, “Can you tell me about Button?”

“Well, he’s about your height, though I think his hands are bigger than yours,” Belle responded.

“Ooh, I like him more than before,” purred Rarity. “A man with big hands can go a long way in an intimate relationship.”

“I got big hands,” Spike pointed out as he showed off his hands to Rarity.

“You’re also big where it counts, Spikey-Wikey,” Rarity said lustfully with her half lidded eyes staring at Spike’s crotch.

Not wanting to let the conversation take a turn, Belle cleared her throat, catching the attention of Rarity and Spike. She continued where she left off, “Anyway, like Rarity said, Button is innocent and adorable-looking. He can be such a child, though, always thinking about his video games and going on and on about his online scores and gloating like he’s some kind of jock. I just wish I could get his attention, but I’m afraid that if I make a move, he’ll just move me aside in favor of some game he’s playing.”

Rubbing her chin with a wicked smile, Rarity was forming an idea in her head. Spike caught onto this and seeing Rarity’s smile, it made him nervous.

“Sweetie Belle…could you and Spike sit at the edge of the stage?” asked Rarity, her wicked smile still in place.

“Um, Rarity, what are you up to?” Spike asked nervously in response.

“Trust me that it’s for Sweetie Belle’s own good,” responded Rarity.

Spike and Belle did as they were told and walked to the front end of the stage. Once there, they sat together and looked at each other, wondering what Rarity’s idea was. Spike and Belle got even more nervous as they saw Rarity closing all the curtains inside the boutique and making sure that no one could peak in. She even made sure that the doors were locked. Spike and Belle then saw Rarity make her way towards them which Spike gulp at the sight of Rarity swinging her hips enticingly.

“Sweetie Belle…truthfully, how much do like young Mash?” asked Rarity.

“With all my heart,” responded Belle affirmatively.

“And if he were here right now, what would you say to him?”

“Um…I don’t know.”

“Wrong answer, Sweetie Belle. Try again.”

“Well…I…,” Sweetie Belle hesitated, but then she frowned as she balled her hands into fists and shouted, “Button, get your eyes off that game and look at me! You’re going to leave your game at home and we are going out and…and we’re going to make out under a bridge somewhere and you’re going to like it!!”

‘I’ll say this for Belle: she’s very demanding,’ Spike thought, taken aback by Belle’s tone of voice.

“Not exactly the words I would use, but at least you know what you want, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said as she observed Belle’s demeanor. “I want you to say that to Spike here. Just picture him as your darling Button and say what you just said. No hesitation and just be daring! Let that boy know exactly what you want and never let him forget it!”

With a look of determination, Belle turned to Spike and was glad that the boy had her attention (though Spike still continued to look awkwardly at Belle). Belle then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes and began to look at Spike as if he were Button. She remembered that Button had a youthful face and big reddish brown eyes that just screamed cluelessness and innocence. Belle also remembered that Button had messy orange hair in two tones that was a bit of a mess. She smiled and blushed, her heart fluttering as she wanted nothing more than to let Button know how much she felt about him.

Unfortunately, Belle’s heart began to pound at her chest as she felt her nervousness come to the forefront once more. She found herself unable to say what she had said only a moment earlier. She forcefully opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Belle cursed herself for being unable to act. Tears formed from her eyes as she gritted her teeth, trying to will herself to say something…or to act.

“Um, Belle,” Spike spoke awkwardly. “Maybe we shouMMMFF!?”

Spike eyes widened even further as he was silenced by Belle’s lips on his, feeling the girl’s hands on his cheeks. Spike couldn’t move, shocked at Belle’s impulsive action as he let her continue to kiss him. The boy felt that the girl’s kiss was a bit awkward, meaning that for Belle, it was her first real kiss, inexperienced, but full of potential.

“Oh, dear,” Rarity finally said, surprised at what was transpiring before her.

Rarity’s voice was enough to get Spike out of his initial shock and was about to push Belle away. He then heard Rarity clear her throat and he saw her shaking her head, spread arms and made enveloping motion. Spike nodded and proceeded to hug Belle, responding to the girl’s kiss. Spike could feel that Belle was shivering as he deepened the kiss and feeling her press up to him, her hands leaving his cheeks as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

‘She’s really into this,’ Spike thought as he Belle a bit more tightly. ‘Come to to think of it, this is the first time I ever kissed a girl my age.'

What happened next took Spike by surprise. He felt that the button on his pants being undone and his zipper was being pulled down. He felt a hand fishing out his stiff manhood, which was being tugged at gently. Spike couldn’t help but moan, enjoying the attention his stiffness was getting. He looked down and saw that Rarity was the one responsible for freeing his manhood from his pants. The fashionista was on her knees as continued to tug at Spike and occasionally rub her cheek on the boy’s stiffness.

“Ooh, Mr. Drake…you feel so hot down here,” Rarity said, her voice filled with lust. She then caught Belle’s attention by squeezing her thigh. She smiled wickedly as her sister let go of the kiss and almost laughed when Belle gasped at the sight of Spike’s erect manhood. “You should be proud of yourself, little sister. You’ve taken your first step in pleasing a man.”

Belle blushed as she stared at Spike’s erection. She felt a bit of pride that she could elicit such a reaction from a boy with just a kiss. He lips quivered as she continued to look at Spike manhood while also feeling her panties becoming moist.

“We still have the issue of your stage fright to deal with,” Rarity pointed out as she let go of Spike’s length, eliciting a slight protest. She stepped to the stage and beckoned Belle to stand with her and said, “How about we give your loving audience something cheer about?”

Before Belle could even question Rarity about her intentions, her sister positioned her to face the faux audience and immediately started to disrobe her from her outfit. Belle gasped and tried to fight it, but almost in an instant she was in her bra, panties and boots. She covered her breasts with one arm and her panty-covered womanhood with her other hand. Belle inadvertently looked at the faux audience and froze up, seeing the same audience that was heckling and jeering her, this time with words ‘slut’ and ‘show-off’ and other more obscene words laced in. Belle was breathing heavily, her heart pounding even harder in her chest as she began to feel faint. Belle then felt a pair arms envelop her waist, startling her. She turned her head and saw Rarity seductively smiling at her, making her eyes go even wider.

“Trust your sister on this, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity whispered, trying to assure her now trembling sister. “Face your audience, my dear. I’ll comfort you.”

With a reluctant nod, Belle tried to relax as she faced the mannequins in front of her. She started to moan as Rarity began to fondle her bra-covered breasts, squeezing them lightly. Belle then felt Rarity’s lips kiss her neck, causing her gasp once again. She shut her eyes when Rarity started to run her tongue on her neck while continuing to squeeze her breasts a bit more firmly, causing her nipples to become erect. Belle let out a whine when one of Rarity’s hands left her right breast, but immediately let out a loud moan when she felt her sister’s hand caress her panty-covered womanhood, becoming even more wet. She let out a scream when Rarity pushed through the fabric with her middle finger. The feeling was brief as Belle felt Rarity’s hand go inside her panties and started playing with her womanhood more directly, her sister’s thumb and forefinger giving the clitoris a squeeze. Belle was fighting hard not faint or climax on the spot, but she was reaching her limit. The fact that it was her big sister doing this to her wasn’t helping her situation.

Spike was mesmerized at what Rarity was doing to Belle. He couldn’t look away as his cheeks started to burn at the forbidden sight, which managed to turn him on even more. Spike had never seen Belle, one Applebloom’s friends, in a sexual way before, and he found himself comparing her to her big sister, Rarity. While not as ravishing and alluring as Rarity, Spike found that Belle’s slender body to be alluring as well, especially the way she reacted to Rarity’s touch. He could see Belle’s erect nipples through her bra. What almost brought Spike over the edge was when he saw Belle’s wetness leaking through her panties. Hearing her moan made the young boy start to drool.

“It’s better than doing it yourself, right?” asked Rarity, causing Belle’s eyes to go wide. “You really should close your door fully before indulging yourself with your fantasies, Sweetie Belle. What would mother and father say if they were the ones who caught you instead of your understanding sister?”

Rarity took the time to see Spike’s reaction and smiled as she saw the boy’s erection. She stopped what she was doing, got on her knees, and removed Belle’s soaked panties. When she got up, Rarity lifted Belle from her thighs, causing the girl to instinctively expose her wet womanhood, her juices dripping on the stage.

“I think it’s time we move on,” Rarity whispered once again to a trembling Belle. She directed her gaze to Spike and said, “Spike, Belle is still a bit nervous. Can you help me comfort her?”

Spike got up and walked up to Belle. He saw the girl gaze downward at his erect manhood and then towards his face, looking frightened. Spike smiled comfortingly at Belle as he continued to walk toward her.

“Can I?” asked Spike.

Belle gulped, though she did feel flattered that Spike asked if she wanted go through with it. Feeling that it was too late to stop, Belle nodded with a smile, imagining Button’s face once again.

“All right then,” sighed Spike, cupping Belle’s face, holding her gaze. “Let’s put you at ease.”

Spike proceeded to kiss Belle on the lips. The girl responded eagerly and kissed Spike back. When Spike slipped his tongue through Belle’s lips, he heard the girl moan in delight. He then felt Belle’s tongue intertwine with his, causing him to intensify the kiss. After a few moments of kissing, Spike let go of Belle’s lips and traced his tongue down towards her breasts. He began to squeeze the girl’s left breast while licking the other, biting down on her nipple. Spike heard Belle squeal in delight as he pulled at her nipple with his teeth. He proceeded to do the same with the other breast and caused more delightful sensations for Belle. Feeling that Belle’s breasts had enough attention, Spike traced his tongue downwards toward her womanhood. He saw how wet it really was and found it excruciatingly enticing. He rubbed his hand on it and teased the clitoris. Spike wasted no more time; he started licking Belle’s most private treasure, causing Belle to cry out in pleasure.

“Button…your tongue…I’m…gonna…” Belle said breathlessly, her womanhood twitching.

“Not just yet, Sweetie Belle,” said Rarity as she kissed Belle’s neck. “You don’t want this to be over too soon. Do try to hold on, little sister. You may have your needs, but your love has needs, too.”

At the mention of ‘Button’s’ needs, Belle tensed up, knowing what would come next. It didn’t help that ‘Button’ was intensifying his licking of her slit. Belle continued moan, looking down with smile as she saw ‘Button’ enjoying himself. She let out a loud cry when ‘Button’ inserted his index finger inside her slit. When ‘Button’ started to finger her slit with more intensity, Belle grit her teeth in an effort to keep herself from climaxing on the spot. She felt pleasure all through her body and she didn’t want it to stop.

“Such a generous boy, isn’t he?” purred Rarity, earning a nod from Belle. Rarity then gazed at Spike and cleared her throat, gaining the teenager’s attention and a whine from Belle. “I think it is time for Belle to give you some attention. Lay on your back, Spike.”

Spike did as he was told and lay on his back, his manhood still hard and pointing upward. Rarity then set Belle was gently down on the stage and backed away. Belle slowly opened her eyes and saw that she was sitting only an inch away from Spike, her womanhood practically touching his face. Her gaze went toward Spike’s manhood and once again became mesmerized by how long and stiff it was. Belle crawled over Spike, an eager smile on her face as she finally got closer to the teenage boy’s stiffness, noticing a thick, white liquid at the tip. She ran a finger upwards and downwards on the length, and giggled when she heard Spike moan in pleasure.

“Belle… I want your posterior to be facing the audience while you pleasure Spike,” Rarity instructed. “I want them to get a good look at that dripping entrance of yours before you give it your all. Go slow since it is your first time.”

Belle nodded as she crawled again, positioning herself so that her backside was facing the mannequins, but never taking her eyes off Spike’s length. She ran her finger on it as before, this time getting her finger on the white substance at the tip. Belle stared at the liquid on her finger and without a second thought, licked the cum off her finger, moaning as she swallowed it. She then grabbed Spike’s manhood, made sure her grip wasn’t too tight. Belle smiled when she heard Spike moan, and began to slowly jerk him off, earning more pleasurable sounds from the boy. She licked the tip of Spike’s manhood, gathering all the pre-cum into her mouth and proceeded to lick the length, coating it with her saliva. Belle’s actions almost made her forget that her wet womanhood was facing the audience, though the thought of showing it off made her even wetter.

‘This is so embarrassing,’ thought Belle as she glanced back towards the mannequin audience, blushing. ‘It’s like those things are staring deep into my insides…’

“Belle… that’s so good,” Spike moaned. “Keep doing that. Oh, God, your tongue… amazing…”

“Such talent for a virgin,” Rarity complimented Belle. “Now then, Sweetie Belle… I want to see if you can take that length into your mouth. Go slow.”

With a bit of reluctance, Belle stopped licking at Spike’s manhood, though she kept her grip on it, giving it one last jerk. She still couldn’t believe that she was doing this, but Belle eagerly kissed the tip of Spike’s erection and slowly engulfed it into her mouth, causing Spike to moan loudly, causing the boy to sit up. Emboldened by Spike’s reaction, Belle bobbed her head up and down on the boy’s length, her motions becoming even faster. She became even bolder as she massaged Spike’s balls with one hand while pleasuring her own entrance with the other. Before she could let go of Spike’s member, though, she felt a pair of hands on the back of her head. Belle didn’t have time to react as those hands gently pushed her head even deeper on Spike’s length. She continued to bob her head, this time letting those hands guide her. Belle let out a muffled moan, feeling that she was close to an orgasm while also feeling that Spike’s length was also tensing up.

“Belle… so close…” Spike spoke softly, stroking Belle’s hair.

“That’s enough of that, Belle,” Rarity said, a blush adorning her cheeks and feeling wet between her legs. “You are just about ready for your big finale. Spike, please be gentle with my sister. Try to make her experience a joyful one.”

Rarity’s words made Spike remember Luna’s words from earlier. Though Luna had meant that his first experience with Rarity should be a joyful, Spike knew that Belle’s first time should be one to remember fondly. He looked down to where Belle’s head was and saw that the girl was looking at him with apprehension and uncertainty about what was going to happen. Spike smiled a soft smile, trying to assure Belle that everything was going to be alright.

Belle closed her eyes and stood up, opening her eyes again as she faced, the ‘crowd’. Her heart started to beat fast once again, becoming stiff. She gasped as she then felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. Belle turned her head and saw Spike, who still had the same, reassuring smile. She couldn’t help but smile back, once again imagining Spike as Button.

Spike got down on his knees and kissed Belle’s butt-cheeks, eliciting a moan from the girl. He then patted them slightly, making the girl turn and look down on him. Spike lay down on the stage nodded to Belle, indicating that it’s now or never. He saw Belle take a deep breath, face the mannequins and squatted down slowly. Spike then felt Belle’s womanhood and the tip of his member, causing him to sigh in pleasure.

“Now, Belle,” began Rarity. “I want you to-

Unfortunately for Belle, she pushed herself on Spike’s manhood hard and fast, causing her to scream in pain, her eyes going wide. Seconds later, she started to sob, tears flowing from her eyes. Belle gritted her teeth while also shutting her eyes.

‘It’s gone…,’ thought Belle as wept. ‘Oh my God, it hurts…it hurts so much!’

“Belle, why did you do that!?” asked Rarity frantically as she went to her little sister’s side. “You were supposed to go slow!”

“I just… wanted to get it over with,” Belle continued to weep. “I knew it was going to hurt, but…”

“Maybe… I should stop,” Spike said, his voice strained at how tight Belle’s womanhood held on to his member.

“No you don’t!” Belled blurted out. “I can do this… I can do…”

“Belle… you shouldn’t push yourself like this,” Rarity practically begged. “You’re in pain and-

“I have to finish this, Rarity,” Belle insisted as she wept. “I’ve come too far too stop… I can`t be afraid anymore…”

With great reluctance, Rarity nodded towards Belle. She then turned her head towards Spike and said, “Keep her steady, Spike. Be gentle.”

With a nod, Spike grabbed onto Belle’s butt and pushed into her, causing the girl to moan louder. Spike had to admit that as even though Belle’s womanhood was grabbing onto his manhood very tight, it felt very good and wanted to intensify his thrusts, wanting to hear more pleasurable sounds coming from Belle’s mouth. He could tell that Rarity’s younger sister was really getting into it, but remembered that he had to take it slow. Spike didn’t want to come off as being aggressive, and certainly didn’t want to anger Rarity. He then sat up, never letting go of Belle as he pinched her clit with one hand and grabbed her breast with the other while continuing to thrust into the girl’s opening,

“Belle… you feel so good,” Spike said breathlessly as he licked Belle’s neck, causing the girl to shiver.

Belle felt that her entire body was on fire. Though the initial pain of losing her virginity had gone away, the pleasure she was feeling as Spike kept thrusting into her was driving her crazy. Though she wanted to pretend that it was Button that was doing this to her, Belle knew for a fact that it wasn’t, and felt a little guilty that her first time wasn’t with him. She didn’t know what to think of all this, but all she could concentrate was in the now. Belle reveled in the pleasure that Spike was giving her and hopefully, maybe Button could give her this much pleasure when the time comes.

Belle opened her eyes and looked at the fake crowd once again. She looked away in shame, imagining what the crowd would think of her if they saw her like this. Belle shook that feeling away immediately and concentrated on what she was doing with Spike. She knew that she couldn’t overthink this. Belle wanted to give the crowd a performance they could remember. She wanted to sing her heart out, and she wanted Button to give her a hug afterwards… maybe even reward him for his gratitude. Belle then imagined the crowd getting into the performance she was currently in and couldn’t help but feel like an exhibitionist, showing off her body while Spike was rutting her. Belle smiled at the crowd and looked at them with a rather pleased look on her face.

“Do… do you like what you see?” asked Belle of the crowd with the sultriest voice she could muster. “Do you like seeing you little diva like this? Rutted in public so shamelessly? Do you want to be inside me? Do you want me come for all of you? Do you all want to come all over me?”

‘Belle… you’re so naughty… saying such filthy things like that,’ Rarity thought, blushing at the site of Spike and Belle going at it as she began to fondle her breast with one hand and rubbing her covered, wet womanhood with the other. Rarity panted and wanted to be in her sister’s position so badly and experience what she was denied earlier in the morning.

Spike was at the edge of orgasm, thrusting harder into Belle as he heard Belle’s words and moans of approval. He could also feel that Belle was close and felt encouraged to finish it, squeezing her right breast and rubbing her womanhood with more intensity. When Spike noticed Rarity looking at what was happening and playing with herself, Spike decided to smile a playfully cruel smile at her, as if mentally asking her how much he wanted to be where her sister was at the moment. When he saw that Rarity began to undress and expose herself to him in her bra and wet panties, Spike thrust into Belle even harder, making her scream in ecstasy.

Spike couldn’t take it anymore and released his seed inside of Belle, causing the girl to howl and orgasm, releasing her juices before the mannequin crowd. He continued to hold onto Belle, not wanting her to collapse on the stage after experiencing such a high. Feeling that he had released so much of his seed, Spike set Belle down on the stage as gently as he could, giving the tired and sweaty girl a peck on her cheek.

‘Man, oh man,’ thought Spike as he shook his head and smiling at Belle. ‘Button is really going to love you.’

Spike got up and wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to face Rarity, who was still playing with herself. Seeing that she was giving him a hungry look, Spike smirked and stalked over to Rarity, causing the older woman to take a step a step back in apprehension.

“Spike… remember now, I’m a lady,” Rarity spoke with a nervous smile. “Ladies need to be treated with-

“I know how to treat a lady, Ms. Wayne,” Spike said with a hungry look. “Besides… I think we should finish what we started, right?”

Feeling that Spike got her dead to rights, Rarity nodded, puckering her lips in anticipation. She felt Spike’s lips on hers and moaned in appreciation, kissing him back hungrily as she stuck her tongue inside his mouth, tasting him. Rarity made more appreciative noises as Spike embraced her tightly, his hands rubbing her back. Her nipples were already erect from watching Belle and Spike having sex and her panties were already wet from masturbation. She felt uncomfortable having these undergarments on and wanted to take them off… if only Spike would let her go.

Ever since Spike had left for school, Rarity ached for Spike’s touch. She wanted Spike to touch her whole body, pull at her nipples and ravish her two holes and unload his semen in each of them. Maybe even let him use that the third hole for his pleasure. Thinking about it almost made Rarity close the store that day and close herself off to the world while she played with herself. Maybe even buy some adult toys to get her off, or just use one of Belle’s boots she designed for her. Rarity had to fight to keep herself composed. She was a professional, after all, and behaving like a dog in heat would be selfish and unladylike.

But Rarity wanted Spike to satisfy her however he wanted. As pleasurable as Spike’s kiss felt, Rarity wanted more from him.

Spike let Rarity’s lips go and proceeded to yank off Rarity’s bra, causing the women to gasp. Seeing that Rarity’s nipples were erect, Spike opened his mouth and proceeded to suck on her breasts, licking around the nipples. Hearing Rarity moan and pant caused Spike’s manhood to go erect again, and instinctively bit onto her nipple, causing the woman to gasp as she felt Spike’s teeth tug at it.

“No… Spike… not… oh, God it feels so good,” Rarity said, almost losing herself to ecstasy. When she felt Spike’s mouth attack her other breast, Rarity begged, “Spike… please… I know you love them… but you had them this morning and… Oh, Spike… please…”

Letting go of Rarity’s breast, Spike looked up to face her, and while tugging once more at her nipples, said, “But your breasts taste so good, Ms. Wayne. They even smell good… just like the rest of your body.”

“But Spike…I want to taste you, too,” Rarity said, still in her begging tone. “Especially…”

“What, Ms. Wayne?” asked Spike teasingly. “What did you want to taste?”

“Spike, please…you know what I want,” Rarity said as she looked down to Spike’s erection, tears in her eyes.

“You have to be more clear than that,” Spike smirked.

“Spike, don’t do this to me!”

“What do you want… and where do you want it?”

Rarity wanted to be mad at Spike for teasing her and making her beg. She felt Spike’s hand on her cheek, making her look at him. What she saw was not a teasing smirk but a loving smile. Rarity almost melted, but managed to smile back, a line of drool escaping her lips.

Gathering all her courage she could muster, Rarity answered, “Your manhood… I want it… oh, Heavens I want it so badly…,”

“Where, Ms. Wayne?” asked Spike. “Where do you want it?”

“My mouth,” Rarity answered huskily. “I want you to shove it in mouth.”

“Good girl,” Spike said, letting go of Rarity.

Rarity got on her knees and stared at Spike’s erect manhood. She could smell Spike’s semen as well as Belle’s juices on the shaft, making Rarity feel even more hot. She didn’t waste anymore time as she stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of Spike’s manhood, savoring the taste of male ejaculation as well as female juices. Rarity licked it clean, and let out a pleased moan as she took one of Spike’s balls into her mouth. Hearing Spike let out a moan of his own pleased Rarity, and she proceeded to tug at the ball with her mouth, causing the young man a bit of pain.

‘That’s for tugging at my girls and making me beg, buster,’ thought Rarity, pleased with herself that she gained a bit of revenge.

Spike was loving the attention Rarity was giving his manhood. He felt that her hands grabbed onto his butt. Before Spike knew it, Rarity had engulfed his entire length into her mouth. The young man panted and moaned as the woman bobbed her head up and down, feeling her mouth and tongue pleasure him. Spike grabbed Rarity’s head so he could shove his shaft even deeper into her mouth, hearing a surprised moan. He thrust even quicker inside her mouth, never letting go of her head. Spike then felt one of her hands leave his butt cheek and saw that she shoved it inside her panties. Seeing Rarity do this as well as what she was doing to his manhood almost caused Spike to go over the edge, wanting to come inside her mouth.

Sensing that Spike was getting close, Rarity let go of his manhood. Before she could hear the young man complain, however, Rarity used her breasts to massage Spike’s shaft, causing him to moan again. She squeezed her breasts with her hands to feel Spike’s entire length. She then licked the tip of the young man’s shaft, tasting his pre-cum. Rarity then started to lick all around the tip at a fast speed, stimulating it until he heard Spike give a loud moan and ejaculated on her face and breasts. Rarity looked up at Spike and saw that he was trying to keep himself steady, panting. Feeling pleased with herself, Rarity chuckled as she stood up, looking at Spike. Knowing that the young man could barely stand, Rarity pushed him to the floor with one finger.

Before Spike could protest, he saw that Rarity had quickly taken off her panties, leaving her in all her naked glory. He saw her approaching him slowly, walking over him and stopping as she stood over him, her wet entrance hovering over his face. Spike saw it getting closer when Rarity proceeded to sit on his face. With his mouth firmly connected to Rarity’s entrance, Spike kissed it and licked inside it. Not wanting to let go of the of the sweet taste, Spike grabbed firmly onto Rarity’s butt and continued to lick suck off Rarity’s wet entrance, lapping all the juices that were leaking from her.

“Oh, Spike,” moaned Rarity as she rubbed her entrance on Spike’s mouth. “You like this, don’t you? Licking your dream woman, feasting on her most private part… such a dirty little boy, making a lady like myself wet… not satisfied with taking my sister’s purity, you went ahead and ravished my mouth… making me taste your young seed… dirtying my face and breasts… that’s it, Spike, taste every bit of my juices… I know you love it… let me reward you for what you did for my sweet, little sister…”

Feeling emboldened, Spike grabbed hold of Rarity’s thighs tightly and managed to flip her over onto her back. He then crawled over and instantly kissed her mouth, shutting off any protest from her, feeling her kiss him back. Releasing the kiss, Spike hovered over her for a second and then split Rarity’s legs open, giving him another view of her entrance. Without a second thought, Spike entered Rarity’s womanhood with his reinvigorated shaft in one swift motion, making the woman scream.

‘He’s in me,’ Rarity thought happily as she panted and whimpered, feeling Spike vigorously thrust his shaft inside her. She felt the young man’s hands on her hips so his manhood could never leave her entrance. ‘It’s been so long… he’s better than any lover I’ve had… such a big, strong dick… Spike, please… finish me… fill me up with your seed, mark me as your woman… just like you always wanted…’

‘Rarity…I can’t believe you’re letting me do this,’ grunted Spike, feeling close to orgasm as he thrust every inch of his member inside of Rarity. ‘It feels so hot… the way you grab ahold of me… I don’t want it to end… I want to keep doing this to you… filling you up and satisfying you… oh, man… I’m close again…’

What the two lovers failed to notice was that Belle had recovered from her high, standing as she watched Rarity and Spike rut like wild animals. She walked over to the two, her loins still dripping, both from her own juices and Spike’s semen. Belle then sat on her big sister’s face and proceeded to rub her womanhood all over her mouth, letting her drink her juices and whatever was left of Spike’s seed. She gasped and moaned as she felt Rarity’s tongue lapping her up. Belle responded by groping her big sister’s breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples in envy at the size discrepancy to her own breasts. When she saw that Spike was looking at her in surprise, Belle smiled and beckoned to him. Both Belle and Spike leaned over and kissed, moaning as they used their tongues.

‘Thank you, Spike…’ Belle thought appreciatively as she moaned into the kiss. ‘I hope Button is as good as you are…’

Spike, letting go of Belle’s lips, quickened his thrusts, feeling his climax. Hearing both Wayne sisters moan was giving him more incentive to come.

“Spike, I’m going come… please… come with me…,” Rarity whimpered.

“Rarity… I’m coming, too… don’t stop licking me…” Belle moaned, squeezing Rarity’s breasts harder and urging to her lick her more.

“Here it comes, ladies,” Spike said, grunting.

Finally, Spike released his seed inside Rarity, moaning loudly as he filled her insides. This caused Rarity to scream into Belle’s womanhood, letting out an orgasm and coating Spike’s shaft with her juices. She then got sprayed with her little sister’s juices, getting whatever juices not landing on her face into her mouth. Getting off of Rarity, Belle laid at her big sister’s side and embraced her, kissing her with her tongue and showing her gratitude as she tasted her own juices. Spike joined them as he and both Wayne sisters shared a three-way kiss.

Two hours had passed and Spike was on his way home, rolling his bike beside him. Though Rarity had let him shower before leaving and did him the favor of washing his clothes, Spike still felt tired and could barely walk. The threesome with both Rarity and Belle took a lot out of him and felt spent. All he wanted to do was get home, throw himself on his bed, and look forward to tomorrow. He still had his own problems to sort out, his studies to concentrate on, and an event to prepare for. Spike sighed, looking back at what happened and couldn’t help but smile a pleased smile.

‘I really hope Belle got the confidence boost she needed,’ thought Spike, arriving home and leaving his bike nearby. ‘And Rarity… riding her like that was like a dream. I wouldn’t mind doing that again. Still… I’m just glad to be home.'

As Spike opened the door, he noticed a pleasant smell coming from the kitchen. Closing the door, Spike went over to the kitchen and was surprised to find Mina, his stepmother, with her back turned to him, washing the dishes while wearing only a frilly apron and nothing else. He felt his member standing at attention, which he quickly covered up with his hands.

‘Down, boy,’ thought Spike, feeling awkward.

“Welcome home, my sweet little boy,” Mina said with a sultry tone, looking over at Spike with a half-lidded stare. “I’m baking a cake… or would you like to have some of my pie instead?”

Spike shivered nervously as he thought frantically. He was really looking forward to resting for tomorrow, but he didn’t want deny his stepmother anything. Spike only hoped that he had enough energy to satisfy Mina for the night.

‘I should have bought myself an energy drink on the way home,’ Spike thought as he mustered enough energy to approach his stepmother, groped her breasts from behind and claimed her lips, making the woman moan as he stuck his tongue inside her mouth.