Sugarcube Corner was quite a sight amidst the full romantic gale of Hearts and Hooves Day. Red and pink streamers and ribbons hung from every perch, corner, and doorway. Little hearts cut from the softest tissue paper floated in the air, kept aloft by a simple spell. Every pastry from the muffins to the donuts wore a new suit of buttercream adorned with strawberries glazed in a rich caramel, and the coffee came already cloyingly sweet, no exceptions. Outside, passers-by stopped for a moment to admire the over-the-top decorations before continuing on with their evening plans.
One purple dragon waited by the counter in the late evening minutes before closing time when a pony pinker than any decoration sprung up on the other side of the countertop almost as if from thin air. Spike jumped back in surprise.
“Hey, Spike,” Pinkie said with her usual smile. She brought a small, pink, heart-emblazoned box onto the counter and opened it up to reveal a decadent selection of chocolate truffles, each one delicately sprinkled in cocoa powder. “Here they are,” Pinkie said with a faked high-class accent as she slid the box to him. “Guaranteed to please even the the most discerning tastebuds.”
Spike grinned. “And you’re sure Rarity will like these?”
“Like ‘em? She’ll go crazy for them! I won the recipe in a poker game against the pastry chef for Le Grand Pomme, one of the frenchiest restaurants in Canterlot! Their reservation list is packed for the next hundred years! Princess Celestia has a table with her name on it! Rumor has it that she carved it in during her rebellious teen years.”
“Then they’ll be perfect for her!”
The bell above the door rang to signal another customer. “Perfect for whom?”
Spike tensed at the all-too-familiar voice. Grabbing the box of chocolates, he spun around to face Rarity and hid her Hearts and Hooves Day gift behind his back. “Oh, you know, uh…” Spike trailed off and tried his best to think of something to say.
“Hey Rarity!” Pinkie Pie came to Spike’s rescue. “What’s up?”
“Oh nothing much, dear,” Rarity said. “Applejack just asked me to drop off some apples for you on my way back to the boutique.” A basket of apples in a bright blue light levitated to the counter. She looked over at Spike again. “What are you holding behind your back?”
“Nothing!” Spike said quickly, a little louder than he would have liked.
Rarity saw right through him. Not literally, of course, but with that little smirk of hers it might as well have been. “Aww, are you hiding something from me, my little Spikey-wikey?” Rarity brought her head close to his and fluttered her eyelashes in that enticing way that made any pony or dragon melt.
Spike gulped. He had planned to present his gift to her under more candle-lit circumstances, but he knew the gig was up. “Well, uh, I was going to give you this later but…” Spike brought out the box and held it out to her, and Rarity gasped at the gift.
“Oh what a lovely surprise! Thank you!” Rarity gave Spike a kiss on the cheek, and Spike’s face burned bright red. She took the gift, opened it, and smiled at the chocolates inside. “I can’t wait to go home and taste these tomorrow.”
“You’re not going to eat them now?” Spike asked, his heart dropping a little.
“I’m sorry, Spikey-wikey, but I’ve had an absolutely inordinate amount of chocolate today, and if I eat these now I won’t be able to properly enjoy them.”
Spike nodded. “Yeah that makes sense.”
“Such a sweetheart,” Rarity said with a smile. “I hate to ask after such a lovely gift, but could you do me a little favor, dear?”
“Yeah, sure, anything,” Spike said without a moment’s hesitation.
“I’m running a little low on gems for my couture, could you be a dear and bring me a few more sometime this week?”
“Sure!” Spike said with a smile. “Do you...do you want to come with me? It’ll be a lot of fun.”
“Oh I’d love to, but I’m afraid I’ve just been so busy with my work. Besides, you’re so good at finding gems, even with my magic I would only be holding you back.”
Spike’s chest swelled at Rarity’s praise. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you a whole wagon full of gems!”
Rarity smiled. “Thank so much, sweetie. Well, it’s getting rather late, I should really get back home. I’ll see you both soon.”
Rarity waved her goodbye and left, and Spike watched her go. Despite how well the conversation and the gift went, Spike still felt a bit...off about everything. He couldn’t quite place the feeling, but it almost felt like a longing. It was almost the same feeling he had when he thought about the days before Twilight became the princess of friendship. The days of the old library, when things were a bit simpler.
“Thanks again for making the chocolates, Pinkie. I should be heading home too.” Spike turned to face Pinkie, and found her with an odd expression. It wasn’t that she looked sad or uncomfortable or anything, rather she looked less happy. Her smile wasn’t as wide and her mane wasn’t as poofy. An acquaintance would probably not even notice the difference, but Spike was not simply an acquaintance. “Are you okay, Pinkie?”
Pinkie Pie pressed her lips together so tight her mouth almost disappeared. She shifted her weight left and right and avoided eye contact.
“C’mon, Pinkie, you can tell me,” Spike pressed.
Pinkie Pie took a deep breath. “Umm…” It was rare for Pinkie Pie to think so much about her words. “How do you feel about your relationship with Rarity?”
Spike opened his mouth to tell Pinkie just how great it was, but he stopped himself midway through. He had to think about it because, honestly, he had never really thought of it before. He took a seat at a stool beside the counter and tapped the surface.
“I dunno,” he finally admitted. “I mean, when I was younger I was crushing hard, but now it’s like...I dunno.” Spike stopped for a moment to think some more, and when he spoke again it was more to himself than to Pinkie. “I really like Rarity, but I think she still sees me as a kid.”
“And she has you doing all those things for her,” Pinkie added. “So probably more like an errand boy than a kid.”
“Yeah.” Spike sighed and slumped his shoulders. He suddenly felt defeated. “It’s like I’m going around in circles.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Pinkie Pie said.
“No, I’m glad you did. It’s just…I wish she took me more seriously, you know? Like, I get why it would be weird for us to be together when I was a kid, but I’ve grown up a lot.”
“Do you think…” Pinkie Pie looked down at her hooves, conflicted about something. “That you’d be happier with somepony else?”
Spike tilted his head at the strange question. “Don’t know. Maybe, but, there’s not a whole lot of mares out there lining up to be with a dragon. I should get going.” He shrugged and hopped off his seat. “Well, I’ll see ya later.”
“Where’re you going?” Pinkie Pie asked as Spike waved headed for the door.
“I’m just gonna go back home, turn in for the night, and think about stuff for a bit.” Spike’s gaze was still on Pinkie as his hand went to push open the door, but instead of wood or glass he felt the soft coat of a pony. Quickly he went to apologize, but it was only Pinkie Pie. Spike looked back at the counter where Pinkie had stood seconds before. It was empty. He shook his head. After so many years of friendship he still couldn’t quite get used to the ease that Pinkie Pie moved through the world.
“Aww, but Spike, if you just go to bed now you’re gonna stay up all night sulking and thinking about it,” Pinkie said. Spike raised a finger and opened his mouth to retort, but he couldn’t deny the truth. “What you need is to do something that’ll keep your mind off it. Something big and exciting, you know? An adventure!”
Spike couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Yeah, an adventure sounds pretty good right now.” He didn’t know exactly what Pinkie Pie had in mind. Knowing her, ‘adventure’ could mean something as small as picking up some groceries, or something as big as raiding some forgotten ruins full of traps and treasure. Either way, Spike had to admit that it would beat being alone with his thoughts at home. “Okay, I’m in. Where are we going?”
Pinkie Pie grinned, but it shrunk an instant later. “Oh, well…” she trailed off and hung her head. “I’m sorry, Spike, but I promised the Cakes I’d clean up and close shop for them while they’re on their date. We had a ton of customers and it’s gonna take me hours to clean. But!” She perked up and hopped past Spike to take her post back behind the counter. “I’m sure there’s tons of stuff you can do without me! I heard Zecora needs help finding plants for a potion, and Fluttershy needs help caring for an injured wooly bear, and Applebloom…” Pinkie hopped around as she listed off all the things Spike could do.
As Pinkie Pie rattled off the possibilities, Spike couldn’t help but jump back onto his stool in order to take a peek into the kitchen. Pots, pans, bowls, and silicon molds lay strewn about the sink and countertops, all of them covered in a thick layer of batter or chocolate, now dried to cement. Flour covered the floor like snow, empty cartons of milk and butter piled high in the trash cans. Usually Pinkie Pie and the Cakes took great effort to clean dishes as they cooked in order to avoid such a huge mess, but on one of the busiest holidays for cakes and candy, well, even the best could fall behind.
Spike looked over at Pinkie Pie, still talking without taking much notice of her surroundings, and then his gaze fell on Pinkie’s hooves covered in cocoa powder. Pinkie had helped him pick out his gift for Rarity, and she made it even on such short notice. Even now, Pinkie was trying to cheer him up.
“Why don’t I help you clean?” Spike offered.
“What?” Pinkie Pie’s rambling came to a halt and she cocked her head to the side. “Why? There’s lots of other things to do, a lot more funner things!”
“Maybe, but I wanna help you clean,” Spike said. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help you take care of that mess in the kitchen?” He grabbed Pinkie’s hoof and half-led half-dragged her into the kitchen. “Plus, with the two of us we’ll be done super quick. Then we can figure out something fun to do after.” Spike insisted. “Where do we start?”
Pinkie Pie stared at the hoof Spike held, her face flushed. She blinked, as if coming back to Equus, and shook her head to regain her senses. “Well…” Pinkie Pie hesitated at first, obviously not sure if this was all okay, but slowly that hesitation faded, and her usual smile returned to her. “We can start with the dishes,” Pinkie said with a hop that seemed to poof up her mane and tail to even greater degrees of volume. “Mr. Cake got a fancy new industrial dishwasher! It’ll clean those dishes lickety-split!”
Pinkie Pie pointed a hoof at a huge, stainless steel monolith that lined the wall beside the kitchen door: two large cubes stacked on top of each other with a panel of buttons, switches, levers, and knobs in all colors blinking like Hearth’s Warming lights. Two thick metal pipes snaked out of the contraption and into the walls, while another, smaller tube jutted out half a foot toward the kitchen. Right next to the dishwasher was a large box with dozens of big red warning labels covering a picture of a snowman made of soap bubbles.
“All we do is pull this lever, and that lifts up the top.” As Pinkie worked, the hollow top portion lifted up a foot above the base with the help of some hinges, gears, and a pulley. “Then we put the dirty dishes on racks, put ‘em in there, press this big blue button that says ‘Start’ and ta-da! Clean dishes.”
“Cool, that doesn’t sound too hard,” Spike said. There, right next to the soap, Spike spotted the dish racks. He grabbed a couple and started loading them up with dishes as neat as he could. Pinkie joined in soon after, and in no time at all they had all the dishes squeezed into four racks. “See? I told you it’d go fast,” Spike said with a grin.
“Yup!” Pinkie happily agreed. She arranged the racks in a square on the dishwashing machine’s base. The top lowered and covered the racks completely. With an excited giggle, Pinkie Pie slammed down the start button. A harsh buzz greeted her in return.
“Oops, forgot the soap,” Pinkie Pie said as the buzzing faded away. She lugged the box up and tilted it’s open corner into the small spout. “We need to use one box for a full load.”
“Woah! Woah! Woah!” Spike rushed forward and pulled back the box of soap. “All that soap for one load? I mean, sure it’s a lot of dishes, but that can’t be right. Aren’t there some instructions around that we can double check or something?”
Pinkie Pie set down the box of soap with a heaving sigh. “Yeah, good idea.” Pinkie went to the counter and shuffled through the drawers. “Let’s see...let’s see. Instructions for the stove, instructions for the mixer, instructions for blo-Aha! Here it is! Instructions for the The Grease Disintegrator Mach 2.”
Instructions? By how thick the tome looked, Spike thought it was the latest Yearling novel.
Pinkie Pie flipped through the pages until she found the section on soap. She squinted hard and pained over every letter. “Yup, that’s what it says: ‘one box’.”
“Really?” Spike asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Mind if I have a look?” Pinkie Pie handed it to him, and Spike read. Yeah, that’s what it said. ‘Place one box of provided detergent directly into dispenser’. Okay, so it was a dispenser, it probably held all the soap at once and used the right amount automatically. “Let’s put it in, then.”
Together they hoisted the box of detergent up and tipped it toward the dispenser. A cascade of tiny tablets of soap waterfalled into the machine until the box was completely empty. Pinkie sealed the dispenser pipe with a screw-on cap and a monkey wrench and pressed the start button.
The machine buzzed and whirred to life. Rushing water rattled the pipes, and the entire contraption vibrated. It vibrated more and more violently as the minutes ticked on until it grew so strong that it shook the walls along with it. Spike took a step back. Was this normal? He looked at the box of detergent and noticed the words ‘industrial size, suitable for most commercial dishwashers’ written on the box.
“Uh, Pinkie?”
“Yeah?”
“Is that the box that came with the dishwasher?”
Pinkie Pie blinked. ”I’m not really sure. We got everything second-hoof.”
“What!?” Spike’s eyes widened. “Pinkie, we gotta-” The machine dinged. It stopped moving, and all was still. Well, nothing was on fire. No explosion either. It seemed everything had worked out alright.
“All done!” Pinkie Pie hopped to the dishwasher and pulled the lever to raise the top. It resisted. Even with all her strength, the lever stuck fast. The lever stayed even when Pinkie jumped on it repeatedly. Pinkie retreated, and considered the stuck lever for a second or two. Her eyes brightened and her mouth grinned with a thought. She climbed to the very top of the dishwasher, aligned herself with the lever below, and jumped.
The suds burst forth like an apocalypse. The fluffy white bubbles covered the kitchen like winter’s first snow but without any care for the laws of gravity. Luckily, Spike had enough reflex to shield his eyes with his arms. He blinked and took in the sight. A pile of suds meandered toward him, a pair of bright blue eyes and a row of sparkling white teeth clearly visible beneath the bubbles.
“Wow! This kitchen’s gonna be all cleaned up in no time!” Pinkie Pie said.
Spike laughed. He couldn’t help himself. He laughed uncontrollably at everything. How his day of heart-shaped decorations and chocolates had turned into one of soap and dirty dishes, how even when things went wrong Pinkie Pie still had such unwavering optimism, how this was so much more fun than just crawling into bed for the day. He laughed an honest laugh, and he laughed it until it was hard for him to breath.
“Did I say something funny?” Pinkie Pie asked with a tilt of her head.
It took several seconds more for Spike to finally regain composure. “Yeah, and it really cheered me up.”
Pinkie Pie giggled, a small blush coloring her cheeks. “Good! You’re better at laughing than you are at sulking.”
Spike smiled and pumped a fist in the air. “Alright! I’m ready to clean when you are!”
Pinkie Pie’s grin widened.
Thankfully, the thick layer of sudsy bubbles made even the most hardened batter melt away from the countertops, and the dishes they had put inside the machine had indeed been washed and, like the entirety of the kitchen, only needed a quick rinse to shine. Of course, rinsing out an entire kitchen was no easy task.
Spike grabbed a paper towel and wiped at the soapy floor. It soaked through in seconds and only managed to spread around the suds. “We’re gonna need a lot of wa–” A jet of water hit the side of Spike’s head. It didn’t hurt but the sudden cold made him jump.
Pinkie Pie laughed as she stopped the flow of water from a long hose attached to the sink. “Don’t worry, we got tons of water.”
Wiping the water out of his eyes, Spike gave Pinkie an innocent smile. “Wow, that’s so cool. Can I see it?”
“Sure, try it out.” Pinkie handed Spike the hose. Spike was actually surprised at how surprised Pinkie was when he drenched her.
Pinkie Pie laughed and raised her forelegs to protect her face. She lunged forward and grabbed the hose, struggling against Spike for dominance. They danced around the kitchen, pushing and pulling the tip of the hose to spray each other. Until, at last, they ran out of hose. It slipped from their grip and the two fell over, a laughing heap, from the sudden force.
Buried in a cloud of curly pink, Spike tried his best to ignore the feeling of Pinkie’s body pressing against him. Pinkie lifted her head and their eyes met. Her face looked a bit more red than usual. They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds. Slowly, Pinkie closed her eyes and brought her face closer to his.
“Uh, Pinkie?”
Pinkie’s eyes snapped open. She pulled her head away and chuckled nervously. Breaking eye contact, she scanned the kitchen. “It looks like we rinsed the kitchen.” She stood and got off of him. “I’ll, uh, get some towels.” As Pinkie headed for another room, Spike couldn’t help but stare after her. Well, that was weird. Of course, this was Pinkie Pie. Weird was kind of her thing.
After drying off, the two got to work. The water had dissolved all the bubbles and was easy enough to soak up with mops, sponges, and towels. At the end of it all, Spike couldn’t help but look proudly at the sparkling kitchen. Sure, it had taken a couple of hours and a hamper full of wet towels, but he felt like he’d gone twelve rounds against the ponyweight champion of the world and won.
“Thanks for helping me out, Spike,” Pinkie Pie said, standing beside him and admiring their work as well.
“I should be saying that to you.” Spike chuckled. He couldn’t help but give her a tight hug. Aw damn, he didn’t like being this sappy, but it was Hearts and Hooves Day, right? Today was the day when ponies and dragons could be a little bit sappy. Pinkie Pie seemed to agree as she returned his hug. “I feel a lot better.”
“No biggie, it’s what I do,” Pinkie Pie said with a giggle. They separated, and she looked at him for a quick second, her hooves fidgeting. “So, uh...do you wanna hang out in my room for a while? The Cakes are going to be out for the whole night, and the twins are at their grandparents, so...”
“Wow, you got the whole place to yourself? I bet that doesn’t happen a lot,” Spike said with a laugh. “It’s getting kind of late. I’m gonna get going and let you enjoy your free time.”
Pinkie pressed her lips together and gently trotted in place. Her eyes scanned the kitchen. “Oh!” She hopped in place and smiled at Spike. “I almost forgot to give you your Hearts and Hooves Day gift.”
“You got me a gift?” Spike asked. “Aww Pinkie, you didn’t have to do that.” Looking around the kitchen, he saw nothing that looked like a Hearts and Hooves Day gift. Unless Pinkie was going to give him a cake mold, which wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. “Where is it?”
“Close your eyes,” Pinkie said with a wriggle of her eyebrows.
Spike playfully rolled his eyes, but closed them anyway. “Okay, we’ll do it your way.” He held out his claws and waited for the weight of the gift to fall on his arms. Instead he felt a soft warmth caress his lips. His eyes snapped open, and his vision was filled with pink. When they finally parted, Pinkie’s eyes fluttered open, Spike’s heart wouldn’t stop trying to split open his chest, and both their faces shone scarlet.
“P-Pinkie,” Spike stuttered, “do you...uh…”
Pinkie Pie gave him a small, shy smile and nodded.
“For how long?”
“A long time,” Pinkie admitted. “I never told you because you had that huge crush on Rarity, and I wanted you to be happy, so I decided to help you, but, after a while, I kind of figured...you would be happier with me.” Pinkie took a deep breath. “Sorry, for dropping all this on you suddenly.”
Spike brought his hand to his lips. They still tingled from Pinkie’s kiss. For Spike, there was nothing for Pinkie to apologize for, but what she said was true. This was a lot to process all of a sudden. Pinkie Pie really liked him, and he really liked Rarity, and Rarity...well, she was a good friend to both of them. How did he even feel about Pinkie?
Today had been one of the most fun he ever had, and all he did was clean up a kitchen with Pinkie Pie. She had been a great friend ever since he met her, and even today she had helped him out so much. If she wanted to be with him, then he would gladly accept. The only thing that made him hesitate was the thought of Rarity, his lifetime crush. This was one of those big decisions, wasn’t it? One of those huge, life-changing decisions novel protagonist had to make in the third act.
“Do you...do you want another kiss?” Pinkie Pie asked.
Spike gulped and nodded without a second thought. Pinkie Pie smiled and leaned forward to press her lips against his again. This time Pinkie had more confidence and wrapped her forelegs around his neck. Her lips parted slowly and the tip of her tongue pressed gently against Spike’s mouth. He opened his mouth as well, and their tongues explored each other. When their lips separated, an unbearable heat seemed to envelope Spike. His palms trailed down Pinkie’s body, and the pink pony giggled as they trailed down to her cutie mark.
“Looks like someone below is ready to go~” Pinkie sang.
Spike blinked and looked down his body. Something very long and very red had sprung from between his legs. “S-Sorry.” Spike tried to cover it with his claws, but they did a poor job of it.
Pinkie smiled and fluttered her eyes. “Do you wanna come up to my room now?” she asked.
Spike could only nod. With a giggle, Pinkie Pie stepped past him toward the stairs leading up to the second floor. She looked over her shoulder at him and with a sway of her hips moved her curly tail to the side, giving Spike a peek at her fully revealed backside. A few beads of moisture collected on her lower lips, and Spike could see her marehood twitch and wink. Spike gulped and quickly followed her. The view only got better on the stairs.
As they entered Pinkie’s room, party supplies strewn all about in an organized mess, and as Pinkie closed the door behind them, Spike knew there was no turning back now. He didn’t want to. However, all alone in front of a bed with a mare ready to get mounted, well, the nervous excitement only made his heart pound painfully against his chest, and with each pained beat his erection twitched.
At least Pinkie Pie was confident. She gave him another kiss before bringing her mouth close to his ear. “How are you feeling, Spike?”
“N-nervous,” he admitted. “This is...my first time.”
“It’s okay, we’ll go slow. Just do what comes naturally.” She caressed his length, and Spike shuddered at her touch. “Why don’t you sit on the edge of the bed and let me have a little treat?” Pinkie Pie said.
Spike didn’t fully understand, but he was more than glad to let Pinkie take the lead. He certainly had little idea what to do. He hopped onto the bed, his legs hanging off the edge, and Pinkie Pie came up to him and sat between them. She caressed his erection with her hoof and smiled at all the little bumps and ridges that decorated his dick.
“I didn’t know dragon cocks were so textured,” Pinkie Pie said. Just hearing something so crass come out of Pinkie’s mouth made Spike groan with a quickly growing desire. As if to tease him, Pinkie gingerly licked the tip, lapping up the small drop of precum that had formed. Spike moaned louder this time, an edge of impatience coloring it. Hearing it, Pinkie wasted no more time. She opened her mouth wide and took his entire length, something much larger than any eclair or maple bar.
Spike grit his teeth and grabbed Pinkie’s head just to stabilize himself. Slowly, Pinkie brought her head back, her tongue dragging beneath his shaft, until only his tip remained. Spike gasped. Her tongue, that amazing tongue. It swirled around Spike’s head, lovingly polishing it. Pinkie sucked gently on his tip, coaxing him to fill her cheeks with cum. Spike tried to resist. He wanted to last as long as he possibly could. But he was in a daze now. His head swam in a dreamy fog. Of their own volition his hips started to piston up and down, wanting desperately to fuck Pinkie’s precious mouth.
Pinkie’s giggle was muffled by Spike’s length as it frantically pumped in and out of her mouth. She didn’t have to do much now but let his instincts take over, even if they had mistaken her mouth for another hole. Spike’s draconian dick slid easily into her throat until, finally, Spike pushed his hips forward and pulled Pinkie’s head down.
As spurts of cum filled her stomach, Pinkie nuzzled Spike’s crotch to make sure she had taken as much of his shaft as she possibly could. Spike’s hips twitched with a couple more weak pumps before he fell back onto the bed, his quickly-softening length slipping out of Pinkie’s mouth with a thin trail of cum still connecting them. Rather than leave it to its own devices, Pinkie Pie licked the shaft in order to keep it from disappearing back inside his body.
“That was amazing,” Spike said between breaths.
“It sure was!” Pinkie Pie said with a laugh. She hopped onto the bed to lay beside him. “You really went crazy.”
“S-sorry...for that and for, uh, cumming so quickly,” Spike said, looking away from her. “It just felt really good.”
“No, I meant that in a good way.” Pinkie wrapped her forelegs around Spike’s chest and nuzzled his neck. “And the first time is always really fast, so don’t worry, okay? We’ll take a little break and keep going when you’re ready.”
Spike nodded, but he wasn’t so convinced. He was still only semi-hard. He wanted to keep going, but maybe he was pushing it for his first time. As if sensing his doubt, Pinkie Pie tilted her head in thought. Her eyes brightened with an idea, and she brought her mouth to his ear.
“Do you wanna see my pussy?” Pinkie whispered, and Spike’s length twitched and became a bit more erect. His reaction did not go unnoticed. Pinkie smiled and rolled onto her back with her legs spread wide open to give Spike a full view of her.
Spike lifted himself up to his knees and crawled over to Pinkie to get a better look. Her lower lips were the same shade of pink as the rest of her, and he could see her inner walls squeeze together in anticipation. At the very top was a little hood meant to cover the clitoris, if Spike was remembering his sex-ed textbook right. He felt her velvety lips, and his hands trailed up a couple inches to find her breasts. He reached out and squeezed the soft mounds, and Pinkie released a shuddering breath.
“They’ll get bigger once I have foals,” Pinkie said with a smile. “Then they’ll be a lot more fun to play with, promise.”
“I like them like this,” Spike said, giving her nipples a little pinch that made Pinkie squirm. As if in retaliation, Pinkie Pie rolled onto her stomach. She raised her hips off the bed, and swayed her ass left and right. Her thighs were damp, and every so often a drop of liquid would fall from her lips and onto the bedsheets below.
“Spike…” Pinkie’s tone had changed now. It was no longer playful, but soft and husky. Her head was pressed into her pillow, her eyes focused on him, pleading. “Rut me.”
If there was any doubt in Spike’s mind regarding his ability to go a second round, it had vanished with Pinkie’s fervent desire. Spike grabbed Pinkie’s flanks to steady her, and brought the tip of his cock to her glistening opening. Already he could feel her pussy trying to suck him in, and already he could feel the immense heat and pleasure that would soon follow. Pinkie Pie whimpered for him to plunge deeper, and Spike didn’t dare keep her waiting.
He thrust his entire length into her with one stroke, and Pinkie’s moan almost rattled the walls. Spike, however, didn’t dare make a sound and clamped his mouth shut. He had overreached himself, done too much too quickly, and was already on the edge of another orgasm. Gripping Pinkie’s haunches, Spike clenched his jaw as he rode the waves of Pinkie’s spasms, her walls tightening and relaxing several dozen times a minute in a desperate attempt to milk him dry.
Pinkie’s whimpers became more desperate the longer Spike stayed still inside her. Now it was her turn to involuntarily buck her hips, but Spike kept her ass tightly pressed against him to keep her from moving.
“Spi~ke,” Pinkie Pie pleaded. “I can’t take anymore. This is worse than waiting for a pie to cool down before you eat it.”
Spike took a deep breath as he tiptoed away from the edge of his climax. This was his turn to lead, his turn to drive Pinkie Pie crazy, and he wasn’t going to stop until she was a blubbering mess of orgasmic bliss.
Steadily, Spike pumped in and out of Pinkie as her moans filled the air around them. As he picked up speed, Pinkie’s voice picked up volume, and even Spike couldn’t help but let a groan or two escape from his lips. He tried to ignore how much his cock felt like melting inside Pinkie, and he tried to ignore how good it felt when her ass slammed against him with a satisfying slap. Right now, he only focused on one thing: giving Pinkie Pie everything she wanted.
His efforts were rewarded with Pinkie’s loving gasps. She babbled out prayers to Celestia and undecipherable nonsense that would perhaps make words if it weren’t for the ridged cock ravaging her. Unable to focus for much longer, Spike gripped Pinkie’s ass and leaned forward to give himself more leverage. He couldn’t last much longer like this.
“Pinkie, I’m gonna…”
“Yes!” Pinkie Pie yelled. “Fill me up! Stuff me full of cream!”
With one final thrust, Spike buried his cock as deep as it would go and released deep inside her. Cum burst out of Pinkie’s pussy, and she yelled out to the ceiling a few expletives that Spike would never would have guessed she even knew. Her back legs shook and finally collapsed, allowing Spike’s dick to slide out with a small pop.
Pinkie Pie lay still on the bed, shuddering and twitching as Spike’s spunk dripped out of her. Feeling every ounce of energy gone, Spike could only fall on his back beside her. He did at least manage to grab Pinkie’s blanket and drape it over them. Pinkie Pie wrapped her legs around Spike and nuzzled his neck, her soft curly mane providing a wonderful pillow for Spike.
“How did I do?” Spike asked.
Pinkie Pie looked up at him and gave him a kiss. “Really, really, really, good,” she said with a giggle. “Does...does this mean we’re…”
“Yeah,” Spike said before any doubt could possibly enter Pinkie’s mind. “It does.”
Pinkie Pie grinned and hugged him tight. “Good.”
