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

Chapter 5: Extra-Curricular Activities

Twilight stood a few feet from the Drake Residence, looking tired as she went over a sheet of paper, yawning. Said paper was a tutoring schedule she wrote up the night before, specific to what classes her student, Spike Drake, needed to improve his grades on,and hopefully graduate in a few months. She was glad that Spike was taking his studies seriously again, and she was even gladder that Spike had suggested it in the first place. The fact that Spike was so eager to get started without so much as a plan made her heart skip, and she was actually looking forward to spending more time with her favorite student.

Of course, Twilight’s first tutoring session with Spike ended up with them making out and fondling each other, so academically, not much was accomplished. She had wanted to confront him about it the day before, but Vice Principal Heavenstone had beat her to it, so she resolved to confront Spike later. Later never came as she had other things to take care of, like going over her other student’s homework and making up pop quizzes for the week. It did keep Twilight’s mind occupied, and even though she did feel the itch to finger herself, she never did.

Going over her other students’ work did give Twilight the idea to make up a tutoring schedule for Spike, though. After finishing her regular work, she went over what Spike needed to improve on and make up the lesson plan, plus some personal quizzes for her student. Twilight spent the entire night hammering out the details, but felt satisfied that the perfect tutoring schedule was made.

‘If anything, my personal lessons will finally get Mr. Drake the help he really needs,” thought Twilight proudly. Her expression then turned into a frown one and sighed, ‘That and I can break things off with him gently…if I don’t chicken out, that is.’

“Hey there, egghead,” a voice whispered into Twilight’s ear, causing her to let out a startled gasp.

Twilight turned around and saw that Iris Dash, the school’s physical education teacher, was there with an amused smile. The rainbow-haired teacher was wearing a blue tank-top, shorts that were well above her knees, and carried a duffle bag on her shoulder. Twilight clutched at her heart and gave Iris an annoyed glare, which caused the P.E. teacher to laugh.

“Oh, man, Ms. Sparkle, you’re way too easy,” said Iris as she continued to laugh. “You should really watch your six, girl. What if it was some perv wanting to cop a feel?”

“That’s not funny, Ms. Dash,” Twilight said as she tried to get herself under control.

“You really need to chill, Twilight,” Iris said, shaking her head. “You should be thanking me, though. You looked really wound up and stiff when I saw you. So what brings you here?”

Twilight sighed and responded, “I was about to talk to Spike and his mom about a tutoring schedule. I figured that I go over it with them before school started.”

“What a coincidence, so was I,” Iris said with a smile. “I figure a few morning runs and some stretching exercises can get his energy up so he can keep up with rest of the class. No way Spike’s flunking out of my class if I have anything to say about it.”

Twilight became a bit unnerved at Iris’ determined expression. She remembered how beaten Spike was when she came to him for his first tutoring session, and to say Twilight didn’t approve of Iris’ teaching methods was an understatement. She frowned at Iris’ direction, causing her colleague to raise an eyebrow.

“I think Spike could do without your lessons, Ms. Dash,” Twilight said bluntly.

“And I think you’re just jealous that another woman is spending her quality time with your favorite student,” Iris said slyly as she leered at Twilight.

“Excuse me!?” Twilight glared at Iris. “I want what’s best for Spike! I’m just looking out for him!”

“Yeah, well so am I, egghead!” Iris shouted.

“Yeah, I saw the result of your teaching methods the other day, Iris!” Twilight pointed out accusingly at Iris.

“It builds character!” Iris defended.

“It builds concussions!” Twilight shot back.

“Oh, so now you want to monopolize him like you always do?!”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?”

“Ladies! What is all this commotion!?” a voice exclaimed.

Both Twilight and Iris froze for a moment and turned at the voice and quickly stiffened at the sight of Spike’s stepmother, Mina Drake, holding a cup of coffee in her right hand. The concerned blonde woman was wearing a long-sleeved buttoned white blouse along with khaki pants. Twilight and Iris couldn’t help but feel awkward in Mina’s presence and were left speechless.

Feeling that she got the two teachers’ attention, Mina asked, “Now… what seems to be the problem, ladies?”

“Nothing, Mrs. Drake,” groaned Twilight. “Ms. Dash and I were having a difference of opinion on teaching methods.”

“More like Ms. Goody Two-Shoes here worrying over nothing...” grumbled Iris.

“The only thing I see is two ladies that my son looks up to making a scene and acting like children,” Mina reminded both her teachers. “What would my son say if he saw you two like this?”

Twilight and Iris realized what Mina had said, and their expressions turned sheepish. Both gave the blonde woman an apologetic look, said woman taking that cooler heads had prevailed on that day.

“Now… how about you upstanding teachers of CHS join me for some coffee?” offered Mina with a smile as she led both Twilight and Iris inside the house.

Twilight and Iris went inside the Drake home, though they both gave each other angry frowns. Twilight was doing her best not to scream at Iris while Iris herself gritted her teeth and growled.

‘Who does Iris think she is!?’ Twilight thought furiously. ‘The only thing on my mind is Spike’s grade, nothing more, nothing less.’

‘Whatever you have planned, Ms. Sparkle, I’m not going to let you hog him,’ Iris fumingly thought as she glared at Twilight.

‘Two grown women fighting over Spike,’ mused Mina with a smile. ‘Personally, I’d rather my boy teach them a thing or two about thrusts, grinding, and proper bedding positions. I know he taught me a few things last night~ Such a good boy...’

Some time later, Spike, Mina, Twilight and Iris were sitting at the dinner table, breakfast already finished. Spike was looking over two tutoring schedules in each hand, which consisted of physical education exercises with Iris Dash in the mornings, and another one that consisted of studying during lunchtime with Twilight Sparkle. Not much earlier, both teachers were talking to Spike and Mina about both personally helping their student with his grades. Personally, Spike couldn’t help but smile, and felt flattered that these two women would make time for him to help better his grade.

When Spike looked up from his schedules, he started to feel uneasy as he looked at Twilight and Iris glaring at each other. He had suspected that ever since he told Twilight about how Iris basically used him as target practice during P.E. not long ago, that she wanted to give the P.E. teacher a piece of her mind. When Spike looked at Iris, however, it was as if he was looking at someone trying to contain her rage. The young man gulped nervously, almost sensing that there could be trouble if he didn’t do something.

“So… I guess you two have these schedules figured out,” Spike chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head and gaining the attention of Twilight and Iris.

“Well, Ms. Sparkle hammered out the details,” said Iris, folding her arms. “Hope you don’t mind the morning workouts.”

“As long as it isn’t a citywide marathon every morning.” Spike pointed out.

“Well, now that you mentioned it...” Iris said, giving Spike a contemplating look. When she saw him cringe, Iris laughed. “Oh, come on, Spike. A little run won’t kill ya!”

“Just don’t try to break him, Ms. Dash,” Twilight reminded Iris, making the P.E. teacher glare at her. “I’d like to have Spike in one piece come first period.”

“Gee, thanks for having such confidence in me, Twilight,” Iris said sarcastically.

“I’m just glad you two are making time for my son,” Mina said appreciatively at the two teachers. “It gives him something else to do in the morning, besides cooking, at least. I love him very much, but he can be very overbearing with me, and this lady needs her alone time.”

‘Weren’t you begging for me not leave you when I was plowing you on the table last night?’ thought Spike as he looked at Mina strangely.

“I’m just glad you’re letting us do this, Mrs. Drake,” said Twilight with a soft smile.

“And since I’m all ready to get the lesson started…,” smirked Iris as she took out a whistle from her pants pocket, blowing on it, which caused Spike, Mina and Twilight to cover their ears to muffle the noise. Iris then bellowed, “TIME TO GET YOUR ASS OFF THAT LOAFER, MR. DRAKE!! WORK OUT STARTS NOW, AND I GOT PLENTY IN STORE FOR YOUR SCRAWNY LITTLE ASS, SO GET MOVING!!”

Gritting his teeth while still covering his ears, Spike was shocked at Iris’ sudden, intense tone. “Ms. Dash, don’t you think-

“THE ONLY THING I’M THINKING IS THAT YOU DON’T WANT YOUR GRADE TO GO UP!!” countered Iris with more intensity, which caused Spike to stand up instantly, his eyes wide in fear. “SLACKERS DO NOT EXIST IN MY CLASS, DO THEY, MR. DRAKE?!”

“No, Ms. Dash!!” responded Spike, his voice shaking.

“FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION IN MY CLASS, IS IT, MR. DRAKE!?”

“No, Ms. Dash!!”

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU, RUNT PECKER!!”

Feeling insulted, Spike frowned at Iris and bellowed, “HELL NO, MS. DASH!!”

“THEN WHAT ARE YOU STANDING AROUND FOR!? GET YOUR ASS UPSTAIRS AND GET IN YOUR GYM GEAR!!”

Spike complied and ran upstairs to his room, Iris following him. As the gym teacher continued to bellow at Spike, Twilight and Mina could only sit in shock, dumbfounded. They just couldn’t believe how gung-ho Iris was acting, and felt sorry for Spike. Moments later, Spike, in his gym shorts and gym shirt with his book bag slung on his shoulder, ran down the stairs with Iris close behind.

“MY PET TURTLE HAS MORE HUSTLE THAN YOU, DRAKE!!” yelled Iris, opening the door for Spike so he could run out. She then grabbed Spike’s bike that was just outside the house, got on, and began pedaling after Spike. “WE’RE GOING TO GOLDEN OAKS PARK AND RUNNING A FEW LAPS AROUND THE BLOCK!! AFTER THAT, A FEW EXERCISES THAT I’M SURE YOU’LL APPRECIATE!! HUSTLE, RUNT! HUSTLE!”

Twilight and Mina could only stare at the open door, Spike and Iris long gone as the latter’s bellowing faded out into the distance. For Twilight’s part, all she could do was frown as she face palmed. Mina sighed as she got up and said a small prayer to the heavens, hoping that her son would at least get through the morning unscathed.

“TEN MORE CHIN UPS, DRAKE!” bellowed Iris, clapping her hands. “HURRY IT UP, KID! I GOT MORNING CLASS TO GET TO, AND I DON’T WANT TO BE LATE!”

Spike struggled as he pulled up his chin up bar. Sweating profusely with his hands dangerously losing their grip on the bar, the boy had thought about what he got into earlier. As soon as he and Iris had arrived at Golden Oaks Park, Spike was made to run a few laps around the block, and after a few stretches, he did forty push-ups with the last ten with one arm and Iris sitting on his back. Then, after climbing the rock climbing wall a few times, Spike was doing chin ups and felt his strength starting to fail him. Every time he completed a chin up, he felt like he was going to die. He couldn’t see straight as the sweat covered his eyes. Spike had lost count on how many chin ups he was supposed to do, and there were times where he just hung onto the bar until Iris barked at him some more.

As he was about to do another chin up, Spike’s grip on the bar slipped and he fell on his back. He shut his eyes and let out a groan of pain. He panted, trying to catch his breath, feeling exhausted from the morning non-stop workout. When his eyes fluttered open, Spike saw Iris kneeling beside him with what he would call a cute smile on her face. He felt her hand run across his sweaty, hair-matted face, and couldn’t help but blush at this.

“Congrats, Spike,” said Iris fondly. “You did one more chin up than you were supposed to.”

“Yeah… go me,” Spike gasped as he tried to lift his head up, but didn’t have the strength.

“Hi, Rainbow Dash!” a cheerful voice shouted, footsteps coming closer.

Iris Dash looked and saw a woman coming towards her at a dash, stopping instantly when she got close enough. This woman had an attractive, voluptuous figure that was noticeable with her big breasts and hips. She also had poofy pink hair adorning her head and was wearing a cheerful smile on her lips. She was wearing a light pink blouse with a blue skirt, and her feet were encompassed within running shoes. The woman gave a cheerful wave, which Iris responded with a wave of her own.

“Hey there, Pinkie Pie,” said Iris with a smile.

“What brings you here on this fine morn’?” asked Pinkie, though she began to notice the sweating heap of human on the floor when she looked down. It quickly registered in her head of who this was, and let out a gasp before smiling broadly. Lifting up Spike with both her arms, Pinkie squealed in delight as she hugged him tight.

“Spike Drake, it’s been so long and…” Pinkie shouted before she trailed off. Her nose picked up the scent of Spike’s excessive sweat, and instantly dropped him on the ground, pinching her nose. “Eww, stinky-winky! This little boy needs a bath!”

“What I need… is my head examined,” said Spike dizzily. “Why did I agree to this?”

“Because you became a slacker on my time, chef,” Iris pointed out bluntly, looking down on Spike, arms folded. She turned her attention to Pinkie and asked, “You mind if we crashed for bit at your place and get a shower?”

“Absotively!” responded Pinkie eagerly.

Sugar Cube Corner Café was, aside from being Ponyville’s premier local pastry and coffee bar, Pinkamena Diane Pie’s place of residence. The first floor was the storefront and dining room where various pastries and coffee flavors where on display, which also served as the party hall because of how big the floor was. The first floor was also where the kitchen was located, which is also where Pinkie was as she busily decorated a cake while humming a happy tune.

The second floor of the café was the loft, which was also where the bathroom was located and where Iris was located, leaning next to the bathroom door, a bored look on her face. It also served as Pinkie’s studio where she came up with ideas for cakes, coffee combinations, and party planning. These ideas were certainly present, as every idea was either written on a chalkboard, or on paper that was either on the floor or discarded in the wastebasket. There was also an unmade bed with blankets having all shades of pink on them.

Iris was about to knock on the bathroom door when she heard the doorknob twist. She resumed her position of leaning on the wall, though her expression turned into a frown.

Spike emerged from the bathroom, already dressed in his regular clothes. He let out a sigh and was relieved that most of the pain he experienced during his exercises was mostly gone and felt rejuvenated. Shaking his head of any excess water, Spike was about head downstairs until he saw Iris Dash leaning on the wall next to the bathroom, frowning at him with her arms folded. Spike gave his P.E. teacher a peculiar look until he backed up slightly when Iris stepped towards him, her face dangerously close to his.

“You left the door closed,” Iris whispered.

“Seriously, Ms. Dash, I was in no mood for anything else,” Spike responded with an exasperated look.

“You can be such a baby sometimes, Mr. Drake.”

“And you can be such a tyrant… when you’re not being submissive and needy, Ms. Dash.”

Iris blushed as she looked away, maintaining her frown. Trying to remain stoic, she had to admit that she liked the way Spike had her under his power the other night. Just thinking about it turned Iris on, and she could feel her nipples hardening underneath her bra. She gave Spike a wicked smile, placing her hands on the young man’s cheeks. When she saw that Spike was smiling gently at her, Iris moved her head close to his and opened her mouth, getting ready to claim her student’s lips.

“Is everything okay up there!?” Pinkie called out from downstairs.

Iris gave out a frustrated growl and answered, “We’re fine, Pinkie! Just waiting for this slowpoke to get a move on!”

“Oh, ok! Let Spike know that I have snickerdoodles!”

Iris let Spike’s face go and headed into the bathroom. She then looked back at Spike and smiled wickedly again, winking as she closed the door slowly.

Spike sighed as he headed downstairs, shaking his head as he smiled.

“Here you go Spike,” Pinkie cheerfully said as she placed a plate of a dozen snickerdoodles cookies on the table as well as two cups of coffee. “A batch of my special snickerdoodle cookies, heavy on the snickers with a pinch of doodles, and your special blend of latte, spiced to your liking with nothing held back.”

Spike couldn’t help but smile as he and Pinkie sat down at one of the booths, facing each other. After raising their cups in a toasting motion, Spike and Pinkie took a sip from their drink, with Spike relishing the taste of chocolate and cayenne pepper mixed with cinnamon and sugar. Setting his cup down, Spike sighed and flipped a cookie into his mouth and proceeded to munch away. He heard Pinkie giggle and saw her take two cookies before flipping them both into her mouth. Spike smirked and grabbed four more cookies and started juggling them. He then threw the cookies up, opened his mouth and let the cookies fall into his mouth. After a few chews, he swallowed and drank the rest of his coffee.

Before Spike could celebrate, however, Pinkie grabbed the remaining cookies and started to juggle them herself. She tossed each of them into the air, kept her arm extended, and when each of the cookies came down, each cookie started to roll down her said arm, her shoulders and her other arm, and back to the plate. Then Pinkie slammed the plate with her hand, sending the cookies up again. Amazingly, she managed to get one of cookies to land at the tip of her nose. Then the second cookie landed on top of the first cookie, and so it went for the other cookies. Pinkie was easily balancing the cookies with her nose and was able to see that Spike was amazed at her display. Finally, Pinkie tipped the cookies up, and as soon as they came down, she munched them down as soon as they entered her mouth. The final cookie she bit in half, leaving it out before she grabbed it with her hand. She then took a big gulp of her coffee and gave a satisfied, half lidded look towards Spike, as if declaring her victory.

“How was that, Mr. Drake?” asked Pinkie, her arms folded.

Shaking his head, Spike gave Pinkie a smirk and responded, “I think you didn’t get the entirety of that last cookie, Ms. Pie.”

“Oh, I ate my fill, Mr. Drake. This last piece is…”

Pinkie got up and slid herself next Spike, surprising the young man. She then took the cookie piece to his mouth, causing Spike to instinctively open his mouth to let it in, before he finally consumed it.

Giggling, Pinkie wrapped her arms lovingly around Spike’s waist, rubbing her cheek with his and sighing contently as she felt Spike’s arms wrap around her body.

“I really missed you, Spike,” Pinkie said, looking directly into Spike eyes.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t made time for you, Pinkamena,” responded Spike, smiling back at Pinkie.

“It’s Pinkie, Spikey-Wikey,” Pinkie reminded Spike. “We’ve been friends for so long that you deserve that much.”

“What I deserve is you telling me off for ignoring my friends because I had my head up my own ass and feeling sorry for myself,” lamented Spike.

“Now don’t talk like that, Spike. Circumstance aside, I’m glad that you and I are talking again. I missed having you around the café after school. You used to come here every Tuesday and Friday for Cinnamon Roll Sandwiches and 10-¢ Store-Made Strawberry Cream Soda Day. I even went by your house one day and your mom said you were working on something new. She told me that everyday for more than two months, and I got to thinking that you didn’t want to see me anymore and that I did something to make you mad at me and I tried to remember what that was so I could make it up you.”

“I’m really sorry, Pinkie,” responded Spike, shaking his head as he sighed.

“Yeah… I really wanted to know what was happening to you,” said Pinkie, sighing sadly. “I didn’t want to lose my long time special little helper, so I waited and waited until you were ready to tell me. But you’re here now and everything is hunky-dory, right?”

Hearing Pinkie’s words made Spike feel more like a heel than ever. Looking at the head of Sugarcube Corner with sadness, he hugged Pinkie even tighter. Spike mentally counted how many other women in his life he hurt because of how he closed himself off from everyone. What he did to Luna, even though she had forgiven him, was the start of it. Not confronting his stepmother about the kiss sooner and neglecting his studies in favor of his own pursuits. Letting Twilight down for too long. He didn’t want to think of how many other women he had hurt, but Spike had to admit it himself that he had to do something, and these past few days were just the first steps in reconciling his friendships.

Spike smiled at the memories of how he reconciled with Luna, Mina, Twilight, Rarity, and Rainbow. With Rarity, having her cute little sister involved was a bonus and he did enjoy having fun with someone his age for once...

“Spike…whatcha doing?” asked Pinkie slyly, looking at the young man with a smile.

Spike was about to respond when he noticed that his hand was on Pinkie’s thigh. He took his hand off quickly and started to laugh nervously as Pinkie smirked at him.

“Sorry, my hand has a mind of its own,” apologized Spike.

“Guess you got pretty lonely these past two months,” Pinkie teased.

“No, I… Pinkie, I want to make it up to you. How about during the festival this weekend we have a recipe exchange? We can try out each others’ pastries and judge the pros and cons about it just like we used to.”

“Oh, I loved our little recipe exchanges!” Pinkie squealed happily. “I remember when you brought in that hot and spicy chocolate éclair once and I started screaming like a madwoman because I wasn’t used to having something so hot in my mouth.”

“Yeah, and then you gave me those chocolate-covered honeycomb balls that were so sweet that I became a honey fiend for a week,” laughed Spike.

“It’s amazing that through our recipe exchanges that I became a better pastry chef, Spike. I mean, I owe you so much with how much you pushed me to my limits, and I started to make things I never even dreamed of doing. I even thanked you when I first became in charge of this café when Mr. and Mrs. Cake left to start another bakery in Canterlot City.”

“I’m glad things worked out, Pinkie. I owe my skills at dessert baking to you when I started helping you out here.”

“Memories...” Pinkie sighed. “Still, as much as I want to have a showdown with you, I got my own project to complete for the festival. It’s so big that I even called in my sisters from the rock farm to help me out.”

“Sounds like a big project.”

“Yeah, well, only two of my sisters are coming. Maud is somewhere with her boyfriend at a nature expo and can’t make it. I still can’t believe my fun older sister is going out with someone so annoyingly boring that corrects you for every little thing because of… technicalities.”

Spike raised his eyebrow at that and said, “Um, Pinkie…no offense, but from what I remember, your big sister is a bit on the dry side, and talks like one of my old math teachers who bored everyone to tears.”

“My sister is a fun-loving, ecstatic party girl that equals my caliber and her boyfriend is just brainwashing her,” Pinkie insisted.

“Okay, I agree with you,” Spike said with a nervous smile. “But you have enough help to go around, right?”

“Oh, absolutely!” replied Pinkie. “I did call Fluttershy for an extra set of hands, but she said no.”

“Fluttershy… man, I haven’t seen her in a long while.”

“Being a single mom is already stressing on her. Fluttershy also has her vet job and volunteering for the animal shelter. Hey, why don’t you drop by later today?”

“Love to, but I need to keep my grades up. Don’t want Ms. Sparkle OR Ms. Dash on my case for slacking off.”

“Oh, alright,” Pinkie sighed in disappointment. “I’m just glad that you’re okay and out and about.”

“Me too,” replied Spike.

“HEY, SPIKE!” shouted Iris from downstairs. “YOU USED ALL THE SHAMPOO HERE!”

“Oh, boy,” groaned Spike.

“I better get Rainbow a spare,” Pinkie said as she was about to get up.

“I better do it,” Spike insisted. “Maybe doing this will stop her from trying to kill me.”

“There’s a bottle in my closet in the loft. I hope she doesn’t mind the bubble gum scent.”

“I won’t be long. See you in a bit.”

After seeing him go upstairs, Pinkie continued to smile as she went about her business, which involved making the café presentable before opening its doors. With lightning speed, Pinkie cleaned the displays, vacuumed the floor, and wiped the chairs and tables before finally lighting up the coffee makers and placing all the baked goods in the display cases, all while humming a happy tune. When she was done, Pinkie pirouetted, flipped and cheered. She wiped her brow and checked her watch. She cheered again, raising two fists up in the air.

“Record time and maybe a little more for an extra snack!” Pinkie exclaimed happily. Her face then took on a look of concern. “I wonder what’s taking Spike so long. It shouldn’t take that long to fetch shampoo. Maybe he needs some help finding it.”

Pinkie skipped up the stairs and into the loft and to her surprise, she didn’t find any sign of Spike or Iris anywhere. She did notice that her closet was left open, and she heard the water running.

‘Well, that’s funny,’ Pinkie thought contemplatively. ‘I don’t see them anywhere, and I would have noticed them if they were heading out. So why-’

Pinkie’s train of thought was interrupted when she heard faint grunting coming from the bathroom. With an eyebrow raised, she tiptoed towards the bathroom door and noticed it was ajar. As Pinkie got close, the grunts were getting louder and louder. She recognized the grunts were Spike’s and she also heard muffled grunts. Taking a deep breath, Pinkie peeked through the doorway and gasped, eyes wide. What she saw was Spike holding onto Iris’ hips and plowing through her with his shaft, a smirk on his face. What was even more surprising was that both of Iris’ wrists were tied to her ankles, her legs spread for easy access for Spike to do with her as he pleased. Pinkie also noted that Iris’ mouth was gagged and she could only hear her muffled screams, her cheek scraping the tile of the bathroom floor.

“Tight as ever, Ms. Dash,” Spike grunted, feeling that Iris’ grip on his dick. “You really must enjoy it when I do this to you. You even brought the ropes for this…such a dirty teacher… probably fantasizing about this all the time…”

Pinkie was shocked that Spike was saying such things about Iris. She was about to intervene when Spike leaned on Iris’ back and yanked the gag off of Rainbow. What Pinkie heard next really shocked her.

“Admit it, Ms. Dash,” Spike growled into Iris’ ear. “You did all those things to me just so I could get you back like this. You wanted me to tie you up just so I could rut you like this… it turns you on… feeling like a helpless little girl, crying for it to end… well, it won’t end until I give you everything that I have and you’re begging for more… my sweet star athlete....”

When Iris felt Spike’s hands squeeze her breasts and his fingers pinch her nipples, she screamed in ecstasy. “Yes, fuck me! Oh, Spike, fuck me! Do what you want to me, teach me a lesson; I’m such a bad girl! I’m sorry for treating you so badly, I just wanted… wanted… Oh, God, I’m coming… I’m so close...”

“You wanted what’s best for me, huh?” asked Spike rhetorically as he leaned off Iris’ back, still plowing into her love canal. “Teachers like you should be punished for treating their students like dirt.”

“I’m sorry,” Iris wept. She felt a quick slap on her butt which made her yelp. “Please… more… punish me more…”

“Well, it’s not punishment if you’re enjoying yourself. Maybe I should stop this and leave you unsatisfied.”

“No…please… I’ll be good… I promise I’ll be good…”

“You’re such a liar, Ms. Dash. You get yourself off just whipping your students into shape that you want them to whip you back. You want them to shower you with all their spunk. You want your soccer team to molest you… maybe force you to eat every one of their sweet little pussies until they fill your mouth with their honey. You want that, right? Say it!”

“Yes! Those cute boys, those sweet girls of mine… I want them! Oh, God I want them to punish my mouth… my pussy… my body… I want them to punish me! I want them to pinch and suck on my clit! I want them to bite on my tits!”

“Dirty teacher. Here’s your reward.”

Seeing this carnal and aggressive display in front of her made Pinkie fall to her knees, her eyes still wide at what was transpiring in front of her. Her face was pure scarlet, and her body temperature was rising as she looked at Spike intensifying his thrusts, making Iris scream and beg for Spike to do it harder and faster. Looking directly at Spike’s thrusting dick, Pinkie began to drool at the sight of it. She then saw Iris’ face of ecstasy, knowing that she was enjoying being manhandled by Spike in such an intimate matter.

‘Oh, Spikey-Wikey… Rainbow,’ thought Pinkie, the sexual display getting to her. ‘So naughty… so wrong… you’re teacher and student… you two are in so much trouble…’

Pinkie, sweating at the sight of her best friend being dominated by her other best friend, pulled up her blouse and bra, sat on her rear, and began fondling her bare breasts, moaning, but not loud enough for Spike and Iris to hear. She panted as she began to pinch her erect nipples, licking her lips. Pinkie lifted one of her breasts and began to suck and bite into her nipple, savoring the taste. She used her other hand to dig her fingers into her womanhood while occasionally pinching her clit. Her eyes were still focused on her friends going at it, Spike still driving his shaft relentlessly into Iris’ wet slit. The fact that Spike was spanking Iris on the butt made Pinkie even wetter as she intensified her fingering her own slit while suckling her erect nipple.

‘Oh, Spike… punish me too, I’ve been such a bad little girl…’ thought Pinkie, lost in ecstasy.

Pinkie then saw Spike flip Iris onto her back and went to back to driving his shaft into her. Hearing Iris scream for more made her finger her slit faster. She kept nibbling her nipple and felt her panties get even wetter. Tears flowed her eyes as Pinkie began to fantasize about Spike driving his penis into her opening while biting into her breast.

“Ms. Dash… I’m coming…,” Spike grunted, feeling close to orgasm.

“Come inside me… come inside me,” begged Iris, feeling her own orgasm.

When Spike and Iris climaxed, Pinkie reached her own orgasmic high, wetting her panties and fingers, squeezing her breast firmly and muffling her own screams into her breast. The intensity of her orgasm made her fall on her back. Pinkie felt out of breath, sweating profusely at what had happened before her. She shook her head and peaked inside the bathroom again and saw that Spike had already untied Iris, lifting her into a loving hug. Iris returned the hug and held Spike tightly, weeping and whispering her thanks to Spike for what he did. Pinkie smiled at this and made a zipping motion on her lips, the proceeded to draw a cross gesture over her heart, then made a flapping gesture with her wrists and finally placing a palm over her eye. Pinkie got up, gathered herself and left the loft as quietly as she could.

‘I’ll keep their secret,’ Pinkie though as he went down the stairs with a smile on her face. ‘Still, I should do something for Spike. Who knew he could be so intense when it came to doing the deed? Hmm… a celebration of Spike becoming a man…’

Hours passed and Spike had exited his 11 o’clock class, relieved that lunch time had arrived. Dashing over to his locker and opening it, Spike unloaded any books he wasn’t going to use for the rest of the day and packed what he was going to need, including some books Ms. Sparkle had suggested to him after his morning class with her. He was extra careful not to damage the paper bag inside his book bag as that was the lunch that Pinkie prepared him before he left Sugar Cube Corner. After packing what was necessary inside his book bag and taking out his lunch, Spike closed his locker and headed for Twilight’s office.

Looking at the lunch bag, Spike gave it a curious look. Though Spike was appreciative of Pinkie making him lunch for the day, it’s what Pinkie had whispered to him before he and Iris had left that made him feel a bit uneasy.

I also added a surprise for you, Spikey-Wikey, Pinkie had whispered to him in his ear. Just don’t let anyone else see it.

Spike felt a bit of dread, worrying about what Pinkie was up to. Spike began to remember what a prankster Pinkie was back in the day, recalling how as a kid, he’d usually fall for one of her pranks, no matter how much he looked out for it. He had so wanted to tell her off all those times he got pranked by her, but every time he did, she would act all innocent, even hugging him close to her chest and sweet talk him in her cutesy I-have-no-idea-what-you’re-talking-about voice. The fact that Pinkie was a very attractive teenager who could cutely bat her eyes made Spike forget what he wanted to say at the time. The years never hampered Pinkie’s pranking nature, as even as her assistant at the café, she would always pull pranks on him, though her excuse was to lighten the mood on a hard day. He could never stay mad at her, no matter how hard he tried.

Spike sighed and decided to worry about it later.

“Going my way?” a voice said, shaking Spike from his thoughts.

Spike smiled and saw that Luna was leaning next to her office door, her arms folded while the vice principal gave him a seductive smile. Spike smiled nervously at Luna’s behavior, and it didn’t help that the woman was hefting her breasts up with her arms, giving the high school student a good look. Spike shook his head at Luna’s antics and tried to remain calm, not wanting to seem too eager to his lover.

“Vice Principal Heavenstone,” Spike greeted Luna. “I’m just heading to Ms. Sparkle’s office.”

“I’ll join you, Mr. Drake,” Luna offered. “I’ve been doing office work all day and I need the break.”

With that, Spike and Luna walked side by side through the school halls. They didn’t say anything to each other as they walked, though Spike opted glance at Luna occasionally, taking in her beauty. Even though the vice principal had decided to dress conservatively in her blue blouse and purple slacks, Spike knew that there was nothing Luna could do to hide how beautiful she was underneath… especially without the clothes. He almost slapped himself for thinking about Luna in such a lecherous way, but he remembered that ever since they made up, Spike and Luna had made an effort to love each other whenever they could.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that, Mr. Drake,” Luna said, smiling slyly while not looking at Spike’s direction. “People may think you have a crush on me.”

“Well, you are a very lovely lady,” Spike complimented. “Any man would be lucky to have you.”

“I bet you use that line on all the ladies, young man,” Luna teased. “Speaking of ladies, were you able to help Miss Rarity with her sister?”

“Yeah, I did,” Spike said, lightly blushing at his actions from last night. “Belle just had some confidence issues she needed to get over. I think she’s fine now.”

“I think you and Rarity may have over-inspired Belle. Just before class, Ms. Harshwhinny caught her and Mr. Mash in the middle of something… naughty behind the school gym. From what I hear, Belle had just pulled down the poor boy’s pants before things got way out of hand.”

Spike winced at that bit of news, thinking that Belle may have pushed things a bit too far as far as confidence went. ‘At least Belle’s no longer hesitating when it comes to boys,’ Spike thought.

“Did you make things up with your mother when you got home last night?” Luna asked, her smile turning mischievous.

Spike vividly recalled rutting with Mina as soon as he got home, so turned on when he saw her only clad in her apron. He blushed a deeper shade of red and responded, “Yeah, I did.”

“I’m glad you and your mom are getting along so well,” Luna said knowingly. “By the way, I saw Ms. Dash this morning with a pleased look on her face. When I asked her about it, she just said you were proving yourself to be a resilient athlete and that your morning workout was paying off. I guess you really want to please that teacher of yours, right?”

Amazingly, Spike blushed even deeper. He could manage a nod, which made Luna chuckle at his embarrassment.

“I’m glad you’re taking your studies seriously, Mr. Drake,” Luna said, her smile turning into a normal one. She stopped walking and said, “We’re here.”

Spike stopped walking and noticed that he and Luna had arrived at Twilight’s office, which was right across the library’s entrance.

“I’d best be on my way, little one,” Luna said as she continued to walk. She then looked back at Spike and said, “Try to be attentive to Twilight’s lessons. She’ll reward you for it.”

Spike smiled and nodded, watching longingly at Luna as she walked away from him. He then turned to the office door and knocked on it. He waited for a response and was about to knock again when the door opened and saw Twilight, an even expression on her face.

“I’m ready to go to study hall, Ms. Sparkle,” Spike said cheerfully.

“I’m glad you arrived on time, Mr. Drake,” said Twilight, her face still even. “Though I think we can find some other place where we won’t be disturbed.”

The Jockey Trots School Auditorium was a theatre-styled venue with plenty of seats, two aisles, and an orchestra pit in front of the stage. When Twilight had led Spike to the auditorium, she made sure that all the doors, including the emergency doors and any alternate exits, were closed to make sure that she and her student were not disturbed. Twilight had asked Spike to help her set up a table and two chairs for study purposes, and her student found two prop chairs and a rectangular folding table. She had instructed him to set up the orchestra pit while she looked through her lesson plan. A moment later, Spike and Twilight had taken their seats and were both eating lunch, with Spike eating his sandwich with a cola drink on the side and Twilight eating a granola bar and drinking coffee. She then noted that Spike was looking at her as he ate and then at what she was eating. She raised an eyebrow, as if mentally asking a question to him.

“Is that all you’re eating, Ms. Sparkle?” Spike asked, concerned.

“It may not be much, but it’s healthy,” Twilight pointed out. “Unlike that monstrosity you’re eating.”

“Hey, Pinkamena Diane Pie can make a mean sandwich, Ms. Sparkle. A cheese and pastrami between two toasted cinnamon roll buns. A match made in heaven. You can have half of it if you want.”

“’I’ll pass, Spike, and please call me Twilight. We’re alone.”

“Alright, Twilight, but I think I can cook something for you that’s more satisfying than that bar for next time.”

“And I think that you should be concentrating more on your schoolwork, Mr. Drake. Now finish that sandwich and then we can get to work on your algebra problem. Understand?”

“Gotcha, Twilight!”

After finishing his lunch and drinking his soft drink, Spike was about to make scrunch up the paper bag when he remembered that Pinkie had something special for him aside from the sandwich. Looking inside the bag, he spotted a pink envelope that was addressed to him, with the words ‘For Your Eyes Only’ under his name. Though he was curious about what Pinkie was up to, Spike heard Twilight clearing her throat. Looking up, Spike saw that Twilight had a stern look on her face and gave her a sheepish chuckle, putting away the envelope inside his book bag.

“Oh, it’s just something between Pinkie and I,” said Spike as he took out his algebra book and his notebook. “Probably her joke of the day.”

“You can look at that later,” said Twilight in a no nonsense tone. She then stood up from her chair and looked straight into Spike’s eyes and began to address him, “There’s something that I need to get out of the way, Spike.”

“Oh?” wondered Spike curiously.

Twilight folded her arms and closed her eyes, thinking about what she had to say to Spike. Thinking about what was happening between them, Twilight was vividly remembering their tutoring session two days ago when Twilight had accidently kissed him on the lips, which led to her shamelessly guiding her student’s hand to her slit so he could bring her off. Before that, Twilight was caressing Spike’s face in order to calm him down while also having illicit thoughts about him. What made it worse is that Spike didn’t want her stop. Just thinking about those moments was causing the woman to dampen her panties, her expression turning from a stern one to one of lust. Her heart started to beat a little faster as she thought about her masturbation sessions, both from the night after Spike played with her slit hours before, yesterday when she played with herself in front of a picture of Spike and her from when Spike had turned eighteen. Twilight remembered how that session ended with her climaxing on the picture, soiling it with her juices and wishing Spike was there to punish her for being such a bad teacher and friend.

‘You can’t let this continue, Twilight,’ the teacher thought, trying to gain more resolve. ‘You know it, he knows it. There are consequences and there is too much to risk. Careers, friendships…oh, why is this so hard!?”

Thinking back a little further, Twilight recalled Spike being chased by bullies and her sweeping to his rescue and chasing the bullies away and threatening them with telling on their parents. Since then, she and Spike became friends and even introduced him to her other friends. Twilight even invited him to her house so she could show off her private library to him. What she remembered next was Spike pointing out that some of the books were a bit out of order and offered to help in organizing them. Since that time, Twilight made Spike her assistant in everything she did, from studying to just hanging out. It got to the point where her other friends, especially Iris, had accused her of hogging Spike to herself. She had remembered how smug she was about it, telling them that Spike liked her best.

When she had to leave for college, Twilight had stopped by Spike’s home and gushed about going to a prestigious school in New York City. Her happiness turned to concern, however, when she saw Spike’s sad little face. When she saw him tear up and run up the stairs, it broke Twilight’s heart. She had run to catch him and saw him in his room, his back turned to her and shaking. Twilight remembered hearing Spike sobbing and had urged him to look at her. When he didn’t, Twilight had threatened him to end their friendship if he didn’t turn around and face her. When Spike turned around, Twilight saw the tears on the boy’s face. What shocked her even more was that Spike was screaming at her about being so happy that she and her friends get to go to college and forget about him while he stays behind without any friends. Twilight tried to reassure him that he would have more friends, but Spike continued to sob, saying that it wouldn’t be the same, begging her not to go. At this, Twilight hugged Spike, making the boy hug her back tightly. After a few moments, Twilight, after managing to get Spike to calm down, promised that they would always be friends and that one day, maybe they would find one another. If not her, then maybe one of her friends, Twilight had assured Spike.

Twilight had then remembered years later when she was entering CHS for the first time as a teacher, that she had immediately spotted Spike at his locker. She remembered smiling at how much he had grown and couldn’t believe how handsome he looked. Twilight greeted him and remembered the big smile that adorned Spike’s face. They had spent a little while talking about what they have been doing all these years and Twilight, upon hearing that her friend wanted to be a professional chef one day, couldn’t help but be very proud him. Spike even promised to bake her something to celebrate her coming back to Ponyville. On instinct, Twilight had hugged Spike, earning her some strange looks from the students and the staff.

As the years went by, Twilight, much to her embarrassment, began to see Spike as not the boy she rescued years ago, but a handsome young man that any girl… or any woman, would go for. He certainly had his admirers, which was not limited to just giggly school girls. Twilight had once heard one female teacher wanting him stay at her home and cook her dinner before she ‘gave him a show.’ Such behavior made Twilight want to protect Spike from such predators, and kept an eye on any teacher who wanted to try something with her dear, little Spike.

‘But then… who is going to protect him from me,’ Twilight thought as she sighed.

Twilight remembered when, at Spike’s eighteenth birthday party at Sugar Cube Corner, she had asked the young man to dance. Twilight recalled it being a private party with her, her friends and Spike’s stepmother. She remembered dancing close to him, slow music playing in the background. She remembered her eyes staring at his eyes and how her breasts pressed up against his chest. Twilight saw how Spike had begun to stammer, but paid no heed as she held him even closer. This caused Spike to hold her tightly, causing Twilight’s nipples to harden underneath her bra. Then, Twilight looked at Spike with a loving expression that was far from platonic. She knew at that moment that she very much liked Spike and felt that the young man liked her in return.

Twilight also remembered Iris ruining the moment by making a lewd comment, which caused her and Spike to separate in embarrassment.

The seed had been planted, though. Twilight’s feelings for Spike changed that day, and in the months that came, she looked at her student with affection that a teacher should not have for student. She even dreamed of having him all to herself, much like she had him at the present moment. Twilight had even started to favor Spike out of all her students, and when her student didn’t know the answer, she would tease him about having his attention on ‘other things’. She was wise to not let things get out of hand, however. She still had a career to think about.

Twilight became very envious about the girls who would throw themselves at Spike or show him any kind of affection. Mostly, her target of envy was Vice Principal Luna Heavenstone, sister to her friend and mentor Principal Celestia Heavenstone. The woman had become a fan of Spike’s cooking and she was always there whenever there was an event that involved the young man’s cooking. She even bragged about it to the faculty and had mentioned that Spike had become her friend. During a staff meeting, Iris had teased Twilight about losing Spike to Luna, which she didn’t take very well and almost caused a ruckus, which drew the attention of her fellow colleagues. Her feelings for Spike became territorial when she saw him and Luna dancing closely and had to separate them, which caused those watching the little incident to chuckle at her. Twilight had become quite the jealous woman and wished she could behave like Luna did in public.

It didn’t help matters that, although she was glad that Spike had made up with Luna, those feelings of envy returned when the Vice Principal practically dragged the boy into her office. She kept telling herself it was nothing and reasoned that Luna was just glad to have her friend back, just like she was glad to have Spike trying to be his old self again.

Though Twilight was sad and disappointed with Spike’s behavior and failing grades these past two months, her feelings for Spike never wavered and desperately wanted to help him. Now that Spike was willing to give learning a chance again, she was more than happy to help in any way she could.

Having sorted out her feelings, Twilight smiled fondly at Spike, giving him a half-lidded stare. She could admit to herself that she liked Spike very much, and if these past few days were any indication, she very much liked the direction she and Spike were going, dangerous as it may be.

“Um…Twilight?” enquired a curious Spike.

Then, Twilight’s smile grew wide and exclaimed, “Pop quiz!”

“Huh?” Spike responded dumbly.

“Time for a pop quiz, Spike,” said Twilight as she handed a sheet of paper with a set of problems to Spike. “We’ll see what your strengths and weaknesses lie.”

“Aw, man,” Spike moaned miserably.

“Now, don’t be like that, Spike,” Twilight admonished. She the smiled and said, “I’ll even make it worth your while.”

“Really?” asked Spike hopefully.

“Really,” Twilight answered cheerfully. “You’ll have to do great, though. Now hop to it! Time’s a-wasting!”

The lunch rush at Sugar Cube Corner Café was just that: a rush. With the combination of college students, businessmen, and other regular customers, the place was filled and the employees were dashing to meet the customer demands. Amazingly, the employees were keeping up with the demand with efficiency and there weren’t any problems. There was a long line outside the café, but there was an employee handing free samples of mini cinnamon rolls and water to keep them happy. At the center of it all, Pinkie Pie was serving some of the patrons herself and was more than willing to give her customers a smile. She skipped with glee and enjoyed the work, happy that her place was filled equally happy people.
Exhausted, Pinkie made her way to the counter, satisfied that she and her employees were doing a good job.

‘Never a dull moment at this time a day,’ thought Pinkie as she wiped her brow. ‘I wonder if Spike enjoyed what I made him today? I wonder if he took a gander of that little something extra? Ooh, I hope he’s alone when he sees it!’

“Hey sis,” a calm but grumpy voice said.

Pinkie smiled and saw that two women were at the counter. One was a tall woman with short, smooth grey hair, mustard-colored eyes, and wore a white long-sleeved vest with a black vest and black trousers that accentuated her attractive figure. Pinkie noted that the woman was frowning, pulling a steel cart with crates labeled “Rock Toys” with one hand and suitcase with the other. The other woman had violet eyes and had long, dark grey hair that covered her right eye and had a shy, demure air to her as she looked uncomfortable being amongst so many people in the café. She wore a simple grey dress that fit a bit tight around her figure. The woman also had a suitcase, though she carried it with both hands. She did manage a small smile when her eyes met Pinkie’s.

“Limestone! Marble!” exclaimed Pinkie as she reached out to the two women and hugged them tightly across the counter.

“Okay, we’re glad to see you too,” Limestone said gruffly.

“Mhmm,” nodded Marble.

“I’m just so glad my sisters could make it,” cheered Pinkie. Then she noted, “Well… most of my sisters.”

“Maud and her boyfriend Mud Briar send their regards, by the way,” said Limestone, who then folded her arms and looked away with a deep frown. “Not like I’m jealous that my younger sister has a boyfriend before me.”

“Ooh, I have so much I want to tell you,” Pinkie gleefully said. Then she spotted one her employees and asked, “Can you take over? Family togetherness time.”

“Will do, boss!” saluted the employee.

Pinkie led her sisters up the stairs and to the loft, her skipping all the way while Limestone (who left her cart downstairs) and Marble calmly followed. When the reached the loft, Limestone and Marble were putting away their clothes as Pinkie bounced up and down her bed, doing somersaults and cheering.

“We’re going to have so much fun!” Pinkie said, continuing her cheerful display.

“Seriously, I don’t see why you invite us to this festival every year, Pinkamena,” said Limestone. “I get that we don’t see each other all year with you busy with the café and Marble and I with the rock farm, and you want to make the most of it, but you got your employees to help you out with festival and our rock toys aren’t exactly a hit with the festival attendees.”

“Well, I do remember Marble selling a lot more rock toys last year,” Pinkie pointed out as she landed on the floor, feet first.
“Maybe you need to work on your sales pitch and not be such a sourpuss to the customers.”

“Whatever,” frowned Limestone. “I’m still not comfortable leaving the quarry. Someone needs to look after Holder’s Boulder after all.”

“Don’t you have farmers taking care of the quarry while you’re away?” asked Pinkie.

“Yeah, I do,” responded Limestone, still feeling unsure about the situation. “I got Tuff Tony in charge, but I still want to be there and make sure no one is slacking off.”

“I’m sure things will be fine, big sis,” Pinkie assured. “Besides, I want to tell you that Spike came by this morning.”

“You mean that kid that looks good enough to eat?” Limestone brightened, though she frowned once again and gruffly said, “I mean, if I were into younger guys, that is. I’m not THAT desperate.”

“Hmm?” Marble brightened, her expression turning eager.

“Well, he dropped by, we had a few laughs, and I made him a sandwich for lunch,” Pinkie explained. She then whispered to her sisters, “He did get kinda grabby, though he didn’t really mean it.”

Marble gasped at this, a blush adorning her face.

“Okay, the kid’s a pervert,” Limestone said as she rolled her eyes. She smirked and said, “Still, I’m glad you’re happy he’s back. Though I’d watch those hands of his. Young boys’ hormones and all.”

“I think I’ll be okay,” smiled Pinkie. “Spike’s a sweet boy, and like you said, good enough to eat.”

“I guess,” said Limestone offhandedly. She did give Marble a suspicious sideway glance. “You send pictures of you and him in your letters, yet for some reason they keep disappearing. I never get a good look at those pictures.”

Marble could only grin awkwardly at Limestone.

“Anyway, aside from helping me with the festival, there is something else you can help me with,” said Pinkie, drawing new attention from her sisters.

“And what might that be?” asked Limestone, an eyebrow raised. This also got Marble curious.

“Oh, just a celebration for a certain young man and his journey into manhood,” Pinkie said, smiling.

Not much time had passed as Spike sat at the table, writing his answers for Twilight’s Algebra test, a timer ticking the minutes away. Minutes before, Spike had completed an Algebra pop quiz and, while he did get some of the answers, Twilight gave him a failing grade because he didn’t show his work, aside from getting some of the answers wrong. It also didn’t help that Spike was guessing the answers, which resulted in Twilight lecturing about rushing through a test and not thinking things through. Of course, Twilight was more than happy to help with Spike’s Algebra weaknesses and tutored him for the next few minutes. Though Spike was glad that Twilight was helping him, he did feel a little bit uncomfortable as Twilight had stood close to him, leaning in behind him and whispered her lectures in his ear. Spike had gulped and tried to concentrate and amazingly, got used to Twilight lecturing him like that and was able to get what was he was having trouble with. This led to Spike taking a full test, and unlike before, he didn’t rush or guess any of the answers and tried to put some effort into his work.

Twilight smiled as she sat across Spike and observed how her student was really trying his best. When she heard the timer ring, Twilight spoke. “Times up, Spike. Hands off the test.”

Spike wrote the last of the answers on the test and handed his paper to Twilight, “Done, Twilight… barely.”

“Let’s just see how well you did,” Twilight said, taking the paper and adjusting her glasses, concentrating on the answers on the paper. “I sincerely hope that the results of your test are better than your quiz results, Spike. Otherwise, I’ll be very disappointed.”

Spike leaned back in his seat and sighed. He was relieved that he had gotten through with the test, but felt anxious as he observed Twilight going over his test, red marker in hand. He started sweating as he saw her frown as she looked closer at the answers. The moment Spike dreaded came when Twilight began scribbling on his test with the marker. He groaned, his head bobbing down in disgrace. Spike had worked hard on passing this test, and as he heard more scribbling, he knew he had let Twilight down once again. Sighing, Spike looked up and saw that Twilight had a pleased expression on her face, which surprised him.

“Well Spike, I’m glad you did a whole lot better on this test. Compared to your quiz,” Twilight said happily, handing the test back to Spike.

Taking the paper, Spike breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his score was an 87% result, a B+. Though Spike saw that he did get a few answers wrong, he was at least glad that he got through with a passing grade.

“Alright, I passed!” cheered Spike.

“Yes, you passed, Spike,” said Twilight, her tone turning serious. “Still, I expect a lot from my students than just passing a test. We have a long way to go, and I hope you take my notes I wrote for you in mind when it comes to homework and testing. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am!” exclaimed Spike, still on a high from passing the test.

“I’m still proud you did well, my student,” Twilight said, smiling.

“I’m just glad I’m doing better,” Spike smiled. His expression turned into a hopeful one and hesitantly said, “Um, Twilight… you said something about-

“Spike, I’m glad that you’re doing well, but doing well in my class is a reward enough, and that’s all that should matter,” Twilight said, cutting him off with a more serious tone. She saw that her student had a disappointed look on his face, which caused her expression to soften. She stood up and said, “But a promise is a promise, Spike. Could you stand up and walk towards me, please?”

Spike did as he was told and stood up and walked towards Twilight. When he got close, Spike was surprised when Twilight took hold of his hands. What also caught him of guard was Twilight’s face slowly approaching his. Spike noticed that Twilight’s smile turned into a yearning one, and before he knew it, his teacher’s lips made contact with his own. Spike’s eyes widened for a second before he closed them, letting Twilight take the lead. He felt Twilight’s hands leave his as she pulled at his collar in an effort to deepen the kiss. Spike moaned as he felt Twilight drag him to the edge of the table, making him sit down as his hands gripped the edge. He spreads his legs in order to allow Twilight to get even closer. Twilight then wrapped her arms around his torso, never letting Spike’s lips go.

‘No point of denying it now,’ Twilight thought as she continued to kiss Spike, her body temperature rising. ‘Having Spike like this… oh, my…I love it!’

‘Wow…Twilight’s really into this,’ Spike thought in a lust-filled haze.

Twilight let go of Spike’s lips and pulled off Spike’s shirt, revealing his chest. Though she blushed, Twilight didn’t hesitate as she began to kiss Spike again, her clothed chest mashing against Spike’s naked torso. She let go of his lips and began licking Spike neck, causing her student to moan out loud. Twilight spotted the area of Spike’s neck where she had bitten him two days before and started to nibble it lovingly, taking care not to penetrate the skin with her teeth. Letting go of Spike’s neck, Twilight traced her tongue at the center of his student’s chest but instead of going fully down, she spotted Spike’s nipples and eagerly starts to nibble on each of them. Hearing Spike gasp caused Twilight’s nipples to harden under her bra as she felt her panties getting wet. She stopped attacking Spike’s nipples and kissed him once again, inserting her tongue into his eager mouth.

Spike, not wanting to be idle for long, stuck his tongue out and intertwined it with Twilight’s tongue. He felt a hardening sensation in his pants, and that emboldened him to hold Twilight close, his hand making a trek towards Twilight’s butt and giving it a light squeeze while his other hand held her back. Spike felt Twilight lean in, and before he knew it, his back was on the table. When Twilight let go of his lips and leaned out, Spike ripped his teacher’s blouse, revealing her bra-covered breasts to him. Wasting no time, Spike gave Twilight’s breasts a firm squeeze, causing the woman to gasp and moan loudly. He then began to pinch her covered nipples, which caused Twilight to squeak. Seeing that Twilight was defenseless against his touch, Spike leaned up and captured her lips, yanking her bra and exposing her breasts. They made out for a few minutes before coming up for air, catching their breath. Spike, opening his eyes, looked upon Twilight’s lust-filled face and could only think of how hot Twilight looked as she panted. The fact that her hair was a bit of a mess made her look even more attractive to the student.

Twilight had opened her eyes as well, looking at Spike with adoration as she rubbed his face with her hand. Tears started to fall from her eyes as she laughed. Not trusting herself to speak, Twilight grabbed Spike’s face with both hands and gave him one more kiss. She felt Spike return it with equal passion. She let go of the kiss and started giving Spike multiple pecks on the face.

“Twilight… wow…,” Spike said breathlessly.

“Spike… I tried to hide it, but I can’t,” Twilight said, stopping her kisses as she tearfully looked at Spike. “I kept telling myself that you’re my student… my friend. And I didn’t want to ruin our relationship because I had trouble controlling myself. It’s your fault… why did you have to be so loving and caring? Why does your touch do things to me? I can’t even sleep without dreaming of you doing things you shouldn’t be doing to me. I’m… I’m a poor excuse for a teacher and a friend.”

“Twilight, no,” Spike assured Twilight as wiped her tears away with his hand. “If anything, I’ve been a jerk these past few months. I pushed you away and I kept my problems to myself, and… I’m glad that you wanted to rescue me, just like you rescued me all those years ago. Thanks for being there for me, Twilight Sparkle… my friend… my teacher… my hero.”

Twilight felt flattered at Spike’s words, smiling through the tears. She held him close, embracing him as she sighed at the feeling of his chest against her bosom She blushed as she felt a bulge coming from Spike’s pants. She lowered herself to her knees and started undoing Spike’s belt and lowering his pants, revealing Spike’s boxers.

“I think something else is need of rescue,” said Twilight with lust, pulling down Spike’s boxers and revealing his erect shaft. Twilight gasped and took a firm hold of it and thought, ‘Wow…an erect penis… I’ve never seen one so close… and so young…”

“Twilight… not too hard,” Spike winced.

“Sorry,” Twilight said awkwardly. “I’ll… try to be gentle.”

Spike nodded, looking down as Twilight played with his manhood. He sighed as he felt Twilight give it a few tugs, enjoying the sensation. He then felt Twilight’s mouth engulfing his manhood, with the feeling quickly fading Twilight’s mouth let go and started coughing. She got herself under control and looked up at Spike, who had a curious look on his face. Twilight looked away shamefully.

‘So Twilight’s a virgin, huh?’ Spike realized, a smile forming. “Maybe I can teach you a few things, Ms. Sparkle. I think you should taste it before shoving it all in. Lick it all you want. You can even play with my balls, too.”

Twilight nodded as she started to lick Spike’s manhood, starting with the tip. She tasted the young man’s pre-cum, savoring it. She twirled her tongue at the tip and then proceeded to run her tongue all over his shaft, making it slick with saliva. She also did as Spike requested and massaged his balls with her hand, making the boy gasp and moan. Hearing Spike voice his pleasure made Twilight even hotter as she started to jack him off. After a few moments, Twilight opened her mouth and shoved Spike’s dick into her mouth, though she was careful not to overdo it. Twilight moaned as she bobbed her head on Spike’s shaft, getting into a rhythm. She felt Spike’s hands on her head, keeping her in place. Twilight moaned and screamed, muffled by Spike’s dick as he humped her face, shoving it even faster into Twilight’s mouth.

“Twilight… I’m coming…” Spike grunted.

Twilight eyes widened as she gave out another muffled screamed as Spike ejaculated inside her mouth, forcing her to swallow every bit of Spike’s seed. Her cheeks were even filled with cum as she let go of Spike’s shaft. She swallowed what remained of Spike’s seed and started to cough. Clearing her throat and wiping her mouth, Twilight looked up at Spike, who was busy catching his breath after his orgasmic high. She couldn’t help but look pleased that she could do this to Spike. She then looked at Spike’s now spent dick and licked it clean, moaning as she swallowed more of his remaining ejaculation.

“Twilight… your mouth… is so good,” Spike uttered.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Twilight smiled as she got up and hugged Spike.

Feeling bold, Spike held onto Twilight and placed her butt on the table. Before he could let Twilight wonder what was going on, Spike started to suck on Twilight breast, eliciting a gasp as he yanked her nipple with his mouth. Twilight moaned even louder as Spike started to tweak Twilight’s other nipple with his finger. Twilight wanted to scream but she didn’t want it to carry over the theater, so she covered her mouth with her hand. After moments of playing with Twilight’s breasts, Spike got down on his knees, pulled Twilight’s trousers down along with her panties, spread her legs wide and started to stimulate Twilight’s private area, tweaking her clit and shoving a finger inside her wet slit. Hearing Twilight’s muffled screams turned him on even more as he began licking all over her love canal, tasting her juices. Spike was rewarded with Twilight spraying her love juices all over his face, the woman continuing to muffle her own screams.

Twilight gasped, her tongue sticking out. She was immediately met by Spike as felt his lips on hers, kissing her fiercely, tasting her own juices. When Spike let her lips go, Twilight felt him flip her over. The top half of her body was now laying on the table as her butt was now sticking out invitingly, her juices dripping on the floor. Twilight felt a pair of hands on the side of her buttocks and her heart started raising, eyes widened as she looked back at Spike as he was about to shove his manhood inside her.

“Spike…” Twilight whispered as she shut her eyes tightly.

“Twilight… I can’t take it anymore,” Spike growled.

That’s when the first bell rang all over the school, signaling the end of lunchtime at CHS. For Spike’s part, he grunted in frustration, feeling denied that he didn’t go all the way with Twilight. As for Twilight, she sighed, half in relief and half in frustration. They both started to get dressed and made an effort to look presentable. They gathered their things and cleaned up their mess and put the tables and chairs back in their place. Before exiting the theater, Spike gave Twilight a long kiss, which Twilight accepted.

Letting go of the kiss, Twilight smiled and said, “Spike, I… I’m glad that you’re very serious about your grade.”

“I promise I’ll do better tomorrow,” Spike said earnestly.

Both Spike and Twilight exited the theater and went their separate ways, waving each other farewell.

Relieved that the school day had ended, Spike was at his locker, collecting his things and putting them in his bag, humming happily. The young boy was deep in thought as he went through the events of the day, from Iris working him over in the morning, getting reacquainted with Pinkie Pie, having Iris at his mercy in Pinkie’s bathroom, and almost going all the way with Twilight. That last one, while feeling frustrated at being cock-blocked by the bell, made Spike smile as he felt that Twilight wasn’t trying to push him away anymore. He blushed at the memory of Twilight getting down on her knees and play with his shaft and coming inside her mouth. Tasting Twilight’s wet womanhood was very much a plus, too. It also made him want to ride her even more. He felt so much like a new man that he was keeping up with Ms. Dash’s other students later on, making his gym teacher proud. Spike felt that he could take on anything from here on out.

‘Not a dull day, that’s for sure,’ thought Spike as he put the last of his things inside his bag. He then took out the envelope and observed it. ‘What are you up to, Pinkie?”

Curiosity getting the better of him, Spike looked around the hall and saw that not many students were left and decide to open the envelope. He took out the contents and gasped, his eyes wide. What he was holding was a picture of Pinkie Pie, on her knees, clad in only purple panties and holding a vanilla ice cream cone between her bare breasts. Her face had a playful looked on her face as she licked the ice cream, bits of it staining her breasts. Spike blushed and felt himself get a hard-on as he couldn’t look away from the picture.

“Hey, Spike,” a voiced called, causing Spike to shove the envelope and the picture into his bag and slamming his locker shut. He immediately turned around and saw Iris coming up to him. He waived and gave her a awkward smile, chuckling nervously.

“What’s up with you?” asked Iris, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing…just getting my stuff ready,” Spike said, sweating as he grinned awkwardly. “You really caught me by surprise there.”

“Well, I did want to go over tomorrow’s exercises with you before you left,” Iris said, though she gave Spike a wicked smile and said, “Although I am curious about what you were looking at just now. Can I see?”

“Um, no, that’s kinda private,” Spike said as felt even more nervous, holding on to his bag tightly.

“Aw, c’mon, Mr. Drake,” Iris pouted as she attempted to grab Spike’s bag, only for the boy to dodge her advances. “It can’t be all that bad, can it?”

“It’s for my eyes only, Ms. Dash!” Spike said, growing frustrated.

“Ooh, now I’m really curious,” Iris smirked. “Is it from a secret admirer? Naughty pictures?”

“I said it’s private!” exclaimed Spike.

“What’s going on here?” a new voice called out.

Spike and Iris turned and saw that Twilight had come by, though her expression was stern as she stood with her arms folded. In any case, Spike was relieved that Twilight had come by.

“Hey, Twilight,” Iris greeted. He then turned to look at Spike with a leer. “It seems that Mr. Drake here is looking at something he shouldn’t be looking at.”

“And I’m trying to tell Ms. Dash that it’s private and she won’t lay off!” Spike explained, still feeling nervous.

Recalling that Spike had an envelope addressed to him by Pinkie Pie, Twilight turned to face Iris with a glare. “Ms. Dash, if Spike says it’s private, then you shouldn’t pry him about it. Your behavior is completely out of line.”

“Hey, I just want to make sure Spike wasn’t doing anything that could get him in trouble,” Iris reasoned. “Any other teacher would be giving him a hard time about it, so I’m only looking out for him.”

“Oh, I’m surprised that Spike’s well being is at the top of your list, Ms. Dash!” Twilight scoffed. “I’m actually surprised you didn’t have him dodge baseballs from a pitching machine this morning!”

“He’s not a baby anymore, Twilight!” yelled Iris.

“He’s not your punching bag either, Iris!” Twilight countered.

“Stop it, the both of you!!” Spike yelled, trying to get both women’s attention.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?” a new voice yelled out.

Spike, Twilight and Iris turned to yelled and found that it was Luna, who was looking none too pleased at what was happening in front of her. She glared at both Twilight and Iris which caused the two teachers to look very ashamed, realizing what they were doing.

Luna, who had noticed that this little argument had gained an audience, gave everyone who was looking a stern glare and said, “Alright, everyone, go home! Class is dismissed and I will not tolerate any student staying behind unless you want detention! Go on and get out of here!”

The students complied, leaving only Luna, Spike, Twilight and Iris alone in the hall.

Shaking her head, Luna addressed the two teachers with a disappointed tone, “Two of the best teachers in this school behaving like a pair of children... If it wasn’t for the fact that Mr. Drake thinks so highly of you, I would recommend termination for the both of you.”

Both Twilight and Iris bowed their heads in shame, knowing what they did was unprofessional. As for Spike, he was glad that both teachers stopped arguing over him.

“Spike, if you would like, I will gladly take you home,” said Luna, giving the young boy a smile.

“Um… yeah, if it isn’t too much trouble,” Spike responded.

“Not at all, Mr. Drake,” Luna assured as he led Spike out of the hall. She looked back at Twilight and Iris and sternly said, “Remember, ladies: This is not a trashy daytime talk show. Have some class.”

Twilight and Iris winced as they saw Luna lead Spike out. Spike gave them an awkward wave, hoping that that two won’t kill each other as soon as he and Luna left.

Author's Note

Decided to break this chapter into two. Felt it was too long. Anyway, props go to Wildcard25 and F14M3RZ for pre-reading and editing duties.