The journey back to Golden Oak Library was a short one. AJ had hurried off to her farm to make sure the vibrator still worked. Molestia’s sun was setting and all around town were the signs of ponies closing up shop and turning in for the night. Spike, riding on Twilight’s back, hadn’t stopped licking his lips from the aftertaste of Fluttershy’s sweet cunny. With each smack of his lips, Twilight found it increasingly hard to deny she was just a little bit envious of the drake. She’s admired that tender filly pussy from the moment she saw it, yet it only now occurred to her that she’d yet to have a taste of her own.

“Want me to share?”

Twilight blinked in surprise, stopped, and craned her neck back. They were only a short ways from the library, but this demanded her full attention. “What?”

“Still got a smidgen tucked away for later,” Spike said. He opened his mouth and pointed at his lower jaw.

Twilight knew Spike had little chipmunk pouches to store food for later. It had been quite an experience playing with them and experimenting with how much he could hold when they were little. The analytical part of the unicorn’s brain pointed out that it was nearly time for the drake’s annual checkup, which would involve testing to see how much the carrying capacity of these pouches had grown. However, the emotional part of her mind took a few more seconds to process exactly what she had heard.

Spike gave the mare a cocky smirk. “Remember that you just learned a lesson about keeping what doesn’t belong to you, so don’t think of trying to magic this away, especially after I’ve offered it freely.”

Twilight gave a snort. “I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.” She rolled her eyes and gave a tired sigh. “Okay, Spike. What do you want?”

Spike’s confidence quickly evaporated as he averted his gaze and rubbed the back of his head. “You… um…”

“Spit it out!” whine Twilight, only to flinch. “But not literally. I’m not about to do something gross like lick cum off the dirt. Besides, the ground would absorb it before I even got a chance to-”

“That’s not what I want!” Spike snapped. He and Twilight exchanged wary, uncertain blinks. “I-I’ll give it to you, but in exchange…”

“Yes?” Twilight was growing increasingly concerned. What exactly did Spike have planned to make him so nervous?

“You, um, have to let me give it to you.” He paused and internally swore at Twilight’s lingering confusion. She could be so dense sometimes. “Orally. You have to let me give it to you… mouth-to-mouth.”

Twilight blinked again. She almost opened her mouth to ask if that was all, but stopped herself. Spike was twiddling his fingers, still nervous after asking for something so seemingly miniscule. If he was treating this kiss like a big deal, then a part of her suggested that she owed it to him to not belittle him for it, at least not until she had more information.

“Um, sure thing, Spike.”

Spike nodded and scooted up along Twilight’s back. Her fur was soft and he could feel the faint ripples of her muscle beneath the skin. It wasn’t much, especially for a bookworm, but Spike still found himself taking notice. He was right on top of the mare’s shoulders and stared nervously into her eyes. He chided himself for being so nervous. After all, if kisses between strangers were no big deal, why should it matter if he was about to kiss the mare who’d practically raised him and been by his side since he hatched?

Sensing Spike’s continued anxiety; Twilight gave her most disarming smile and leaned back. Her neck could only reach so far, meaning she’d only closed about 90% of the distance between them.

At Twilight’s move, Spike felt the ignition of a fire in his belly and leaned in the rest of the way. “Mmmh,” he moaned. Twilight’s lips were soft and plump. A faint prickle ran up his spine when she started moving her lips against his. He felt her tongue press against his mouth, requesting entry. She had not forgotten what this was all about, but Spike didn’t begrudge her as he allowed access. Twilight’s moist appendage was broad and quickly filled his relatively little maw. She explored the inside of his mouth, patting the roof and running along the tips of his razor teeth.

Spike gave another moan, but did not melt fully into the kiss. Instead, he used his own slender, smooth appendage to guide her oral muscle to the corner of his mouth. There he fished out the drop of Flutter-cum, shivered at the fresh flavor, and pressed the bead into Twilight’s tongue. Both mare and drake shivered at the mixture of flavors they shared, as their tongues intertwined.

Without really meaning to, Twilight found herself dominating the kiss as her tongue delved deeper into his maw. His teeth were strong enough to shatter gems, but she had no fear as her oral appendage was regularly accosted with accidental pricks. She and Spike might bicker and fight sometimes, but she trusted him enough to know he would never intentionally harm her. It was a pleasant thought, made all the sweeter by the addition of the Flutter-juice.

They moaned into one another’s mouths for a good long while until they realized that the last of the cunny juice had been completely absorbed by their taste buds. They broke the kiss and slowly pulled away from one another, leaving a single strand of saliva connecting their mouths. It severed with a soft pop, which snapped both of them out of their gonzo states.

Twilight blinked in surprise at just how warm her cheeks felt. She’d never reacted like this to kisses with Spike before. For the longest time, that ability belonged exclusively with Princesses Molestia and Cadence, and sometimes her brother. The addition of AJ and the other Apple mares to this short list had been perfectly logical, as hayseed cowponies were her fetish. This just made her reaction from Spike all the more puzzling.

“Spike.”

“Y-yeah?” he asked. He was winded and his face was terribly flushed.

“Have we ever kissed like that before?”

Spike shook his head. “Don’t think so.”

“Was-was Fluttershy’s mare cum really that strong?”

“Don’t know,” Spike admitted, now grinning like an utter fool.

“We should test this!”

“Wha-oh!” Spike was cut off as Twilight bolted for the library. He grabbed hold of her mane and hung on for dear life. The door was flung open and closed with her magic. She came to a skidding halt and Spike just barely kept himself from being sent flying. Books levitated down as the purple mare had gone into full research mode.

Spike still felt good from the kiss, but still sighed his disappointment. He knew Twilight would be oblivious to the world for at least the next hour, barring something extreme, so he hopped off her back and made for the kitchen. “I’m getting a snack. Want anything?” he asked, only half expecting an answer.

“Snack?” Twilight asked, pulling her face from her book and snapping to look at Spike. “I thought you were still full from Pinkie’s cum and Fluttershy’s milk.”

Blinking in realization, Spike looked down at his belly and gave it a couple soft pats. “Um, I guess not.” He flinched back when Twilight materialized directly in front of him, boring down on his chubby little form with her intense, violet eyes. “Uh, hey Twi?”

“You’re digestion’s never been this fast before,” she said breathlessly. She picked him up in her magic and turned him this way and that, looking for anything out of the ordinary. “All day I’ve been observing just the hints of unusual phenomenon, all connected to the Elements of Debauchery. On top of that, we have my unusual response to your kiss and an unusually accelerated digestive system. That can’t be a coincidence!”

“Uh, Twilight?”

“Damnit! My lab’s still not fully set up,” she hissed.

“Twilight.”

“We’re just going to have to make due with simple note taking until the machines are ready,” she muttered.

“Twiiiiliiiiight!”

“Spike.” She materialized a quill and parchment before the little dragon. She flipped them over when she saw he was upside down. “I need you to write down everything you’re feeling right now. Odd tingles, sweating, sudden nearsightedness, sonic diarrhea...”

“Okay, what the shit!?” Spike snapped. His outburst brought Twilight back to reality.

She blinked in confusion. “What?”

Spike folded his arms over his chest and glowered as he remained suspended upside down.

“… What?”

“Twilight. We just shared a moment together. Like, this really weird emotional experience we’ve never shared before.”

Twilight nodded. “Yes. And?”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Back when we first came to Ponyville, when we went to the farm, was your first reaction on seeing all those sexy country mares to start taking notes?”

Twilight furrowed her brow. “Nnnno? I did what any red blooded Equestrian would have done in that situation.”

Spike nodded. “Exactly. So, if you’d experienced what just happened with, say, Rarity, what would you do?”

Twilight opened her mouth to answer.

“Besides try to escape,” Spike cut in poignantly.

Twilight closed her mouth to think a moment. “Well I… I guess dad always stressed the importance of aftercare.”

Spike beamed. This was a good line of thought that he could work with. “Go on.”

Twilight sat her purple rump down and scrunched her face in deep thought as she recalled her father’s lessons. As she did, she levitated Spike right side up while still holding him above the ground. “Dad was always a major cuddler. No matter what I was doing, he’d always scoop me up and give me a tight squeeze.” She sighed happily at the memory of her father’s forelegs surrounding her. “He always knew how to not go too tight.”

“And?” Spike waved his hand, motioning Twilight to go on.

“He said that…” Twilight paused as the memory set in and connections formed. “He said that, no matter how good or bad the sex, post-coital cuddles always make things ten times better.” She looked up at Spike.

The drake nodded. “If you’re the Element of Orgasm, maybe it’s time to start exploring how your magic is changing stuff.”

Twilight nodded absently as she set Spike down and returned the books back to their shelves before releasing her magic. “Fuck buddies are more than just quick lays,” she said in awe at her own realization. “The things I went through with Apple Jack and the others… That made us close. We became friends, real friends, and that makes the stuff we do together even more special.”

Spike took a tentative step forward, but the wood floor creaked beneath his weight.

Twilight snapped back up, glared at Spike, and lunged. She was too fast for him to even think about running before she’d scooped him up in her forelegs, lifted him off the ground, and held him tightly to her chest. Her heart fluttered as she felt his pudgy, scaly body rub against her fur. It tickled in the most amazing way.

“Oh wow,” she gasped as her cheek rubbed against his. “It’s like my senses are turned up to eleven!” She breathed deeply through her nose. “Even the way you smell is so different!” she said with a nervous giggle as she continued rubbing him against her.

“Uh, Twilight,” Spike said. As much as he was enjoying this attention, a matter had just come up that needed to be addressed.

“Yes, Spike?” Twilight asked. She’d stopped rubbing his body, but she continued to hold him close. Had his body always been this warm and cozy?

Spike said nothing, but he grinned as his tail flicked the mare’s second horn.

“Eep!” Twilight pulled away and looked down. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. “Holy crap, I’m hard!”

“I noticed,” chuckled Spike as he stared down at Twilight’s towering spire just below his tail.

“But… how? We weren’t doing anything arousing,” Twilight pondered out loud. “We were just… hugging?”

“Just like we were just kissing?” Spike noted.

Twilight blinked and set the little drake down. She glanced quizzically between her throbbing erection and its cause. Now that she was aware of it, Twilight felt what could only be described as a pull in her penis. It was a compulsion, driving her to seek out a hole and fill it. At the same time, her nostrils were tickled by a faint aroma of sexual musk not her own. She looked at Spike and followed to where his eyes seemed glued to her tower of stallion meat. The way he was looking at her was giving her some rather odd ideas.

“Spike.”

“Yeah, Twi.”

“I’ve studied the magic of sex with Princess Molestia almost my entire life.”

“Literally all of mine,” the little dragon quipped, still staring at the now pulsing rod.

“I’ve learned so much from her,” Twilight continued reverently. “She’s taught me so much. I’m half convinced that at least a third of the books in the royal library are all written by her under different aliases. Yet, past a certain point, there’s almost nothing written on the emotional side of sex.”

“Yeah?” Spike was genuinely intrigued, but his eyes had better places to be.

“Now that I think about it, that point would have been roughly a thousand years ago, right when Nightmare Moon was banished.”

Spike took a step forward, leaned in a little, and breathed deeply from Twilight’s musk. “You think, maybe, she started ignoring the emotional stuff because of the loss of her sister?”

Twilight licked her lips. Spike’s breath was hot against her phallus, but she restrained herself. “I don’t know, Spike. It sounds presumptuous to psychoanalyze an immortal sex goddess.” She swallowed. “What I do know is that the overwhelming majority of research, theoretical and practical, focuses on the physical aspect with almost complete disregard for the emotional side of things.”

Spike giggled nervously. “Does it still count as pioneering if you resurrect a basically dead field?” He knew how much Twilight prided herself on her scholarly prowess. It had always been a dream of hers to make some groundbreaking discovery that would completely rock the scientific, magical, and sexual worlds. Now, it looked like she might have her chance.

Twilight felt her mouth go dry as she stared intently at Spike’s little mouth. Since getting her cock, she’d used both his mouth and ass on several occasions. It had been an amazingly novel experience those first few days, but something had changed. Maybe it was the collective exposure to the other elements building off the magic she already possessed? Maybe the new magic took some time to build up and it was only now taking effect? Whatever the case, she knew that whatever she did to Spike, or rather, with Spike; it would be something else entirely.

“Twilight.”

“Yeah, Spike?” she asked, sounding just a little bit needy.

“You think that I could, um, fuck you?”

“YES!” Twilight screamed. As much as her own cock demanded attention, her eyes had found his little pink phallus poking out. Right now, the needs of the adorable pink handle of her number one assistant took precedent.

Spike flinched from Twilight’s volume, but quickly broke down into giggles when the word registered. Twilight joined him in snickers.

“So, uh, how do we start?” Spike asked. He’d had plenty of experience using his mouth and claws on Twilight. Sometimes she’d use her magic to massage his prostate, trap his ejaculate, and swallow it, all without ever actually touching him. Maybe she’d give him a hoof job now and then, but full body touching had only recently been introduced to their routine, and only when she was the stallion of their couplings. She’d always been a little averse to taking any cock except the Princess’. In fact, as far as he knew, she’d never even been fucked by her father or brother, always relying on magic and toys to get everyone off.

Twilight was thinking much the same and nodded as she stood to all fours. Her second horn swung between her hind legs and bounced against her belly. “Let’s go upstairs first.”

Spike nodded and wordlessly followed.

Ascending the stairs, Twilight kept her tail raised and off to the side to give Spike an unobstructed view. She walked with an extra swagger in her step and felt both her balls and ass cheeks sway with each clop of her hooves. She became aware of her marehood winking at Spike, the universal siren’s call to come forth and see what treasures lie within. Her cock bobbed beneath her and she had to stop herself from magically massaging her new equipment. Even now, it was hard not to fall into her old habits of masturbation.

They entered Twilight’s room and the mare climbed atop her bed. She gave her rump a final enticing wiggle before sitting down on her belly and motioning Spike to climb up after her. She watched him pull himself up. His movements were clumsy as he hefted his pudgy body around, but Twilight just cooed at how adorable he looked.

Spike stood anxiously at the edge of the bed. He felt self-conscious and wasn’t sure what was expected of him. He decided to fall back on what he knew best and started stroking himself while Twilight watched. She licked her lips and purred, which Spike took as a good sign. However, before he could start really jacking it, a magical restraint manifested around his wrist.

“Bad boy,” Twilight chided playfully. She manifested a small magical wall behind the drake’s bottom and started pushing him forward. “Don’t think you can hog all the fun.”

“S-sorry,” Spike said as he allowed Twilight to guide him forward. The pressure against his rump disappeared and he was left standing directly before the mare who was eyeing him up like a starving predator.

“Don’t be shy, Spike,” she cooed and leaned down. He shivered when she blew a gust of cool air over his pink shaft. “Just let me do all the work.” And with that, she smacked her lips once before giving his little cock a kiss.

Spike tensed as he felt lightning bolts of pleasure shoot through his body. Twilight’s lips were soft, softer than Apple Bloom’s or Sweetie Belle’s. He gave a loud moan and set his hands on Twilight’s head.

Spike’s little cock was a lot different from what Twilight had expected. It was smaller than what she was used to by a wide margin, yet felt especially slick before she’d even licked it. The shape was also odd. There wasn’t a distinct head or medial ring. It was unlike any of the dildo’s she’d practiced on with Molestia. Even the one labeled ‘dragon’ had been different, having two distinct shafts connected at the base compared to Spike’s one. Was that part of dragon puberty, that their penises split and grew a second shaft? Such analytical thoughts were hard to maintain as other thoughts washed through her mind. The dick was hot, just like the rest of him, with a flavor that reminded her of the time Molestia had described the taste of cooked meat. Bacon had been the word used, and Twilight felt herself salivate as she swallowed the flavor.

“Oh Sun, Twilight!” Spike gasped as his cock slipped all the way inside her hot, moist mouth. “Your-your tongue!”

Twilight had been trying to mimic Fluttershy’s technique from earlier. She’d wrapped her oral muscle around his burning appendage with a level of dexterity that surprised even herself, but it was still nothing compared to Fluttershy’s refined skill. Still, by the melodious sounds Spike was making, she decided this would be good enough for now. She suckled and purred, knowing he’d love the vibrations of her mouth.

At the same time, Twilight’s new equipment could no longer be denied and she lit her horn. A magical ona hole manifested around her cock and gripped it in soft, tingly goodness. It was nothing compared to a real body, but the sounds Spike was making made it pretty easy to pretend. At the same time she’d started bobbing her head up and down his little dragon dick.

“Oh f-fuck!” cried Spike as he started thrusting his hips upward. The wondrous bliss of Twilight’s mouth was quickly lost to him as she pulled away and off. He whined and impotently reached out for her. “But I was so close!”

Twilight beamed mischievously. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

Spike once more found himself lifted up in the air. He looked questioningly at Twilight as she stood to her full height, showing off the magical ona hole gliding up and down her cock. His breathing grew heavy when he realized she hadn’t cum either. However, rather than flipping his body over for her use, Twilight did the unexpected and held him in place while she turned around. She crouched down onto her belly while keeping her ass up. Her tail was still hiked and tossed to one side, giving Spike a mouthwatering view of her parted ass cheeks.

The magic levitating Spike adjusted itself. Instead of being spaced evenly over his body, it shrunk and concentrated around his feet. Spike tested the new feeling and found this magic quite solid and reminiscent of some steps. Spike looked up and his jaw fell. The magical steps held him up at the perfect height for his cock to be level with Twilight’s twitching nether region.

“F-for me?” he asked in awe, not fully believing this was real.

“For you, my number one assistant,” Twilight cooed as she gave her rump another enticing shake. She slowed down on her magical masturbation as she waited for Spike to make his move. It would have been rude to cum so soon before him.

A grin split Spike’s face from ear-to-ear and he threw himself forward in a loving embrace. “Thank you, Twilight!” Even with the mare’s slim build, his little arms were still unable to fully wrap around her rump cheeks. They weren’t as soft as Fluttershy’s, and the smell wasn’t nearly as intoxicating. However, this mattered not to the little drake as he affectionately rubbed his cheek between the mounds of flesh. This was followed by a peppering of kisses to each cheek.

“Holy guacamole, Spike!” Twilight exclaimed with a shiver. The only ones who had ever worshipped her ass with such vigor had been the Apple mares, and that had been a small army. Somehow, Spike was doing the work of a dozen mares all by his lonesome, and it was fantastic. Twilight gave a whimpering moan as she tried pushing her ass back further into his loving ministrations.

Briefly her mind flashed back to that first day in Ponyville; specifically the dogs. Yes, it had been a bunch of smelly, mangy mutts that had forced themselves on her with their cocks. Before then, she’d always imagined giving herself over to one or more special cocks in a moment that would be… well, magical. Calling Molestia her first, true or not, just didn’t seem fair. No, her first experience with a real, regular cock was supposed to be a cherished memory, rather than a source of frustration. Yet now, with the way Spike was lavishing her with his affections, Twilight decided to make this the moment when she first took real cock.

Taking the sounds Twilight was making as his cue, Spike reached one claw down and began tenderly massaging her balls. His kneading of the swollen orbs was gentle, just enough to add that extra bit of stimulation without causing pain. His other claw found it’s way up to Twilight’s tail and wrapped his little fingers through the long hairs. Twilight tensed and he heard her hiss as she sucked air. This brought a grin to the naughty boy’s face as he gave the mare’s tail just the slightest yank.

“Damnit, Spike! Not so haaard,” she whined pitifully.

Spike just grinned at the power he now wielded over her. It was at times like this he wished Twilight would give him monkey feet, that way he’d be able to play with her cock as well, but he decided this was enough for now. Twilight was his to play with, and he was going to make it count. He straightened himself up and examined his options. On the one hand, Twilight’s pussy was winking rapidly and making very lewd, squishing sounds. The smell was sweet and Spike licked his lips in hunger. On the other hand, her puckered star was also quivering, begging for attention. The ponut of his most favorite mare in the world had always been a secret dream of his, not unlike taking a bath in a tub full of gems. There was also a certain karmic appeal to paying Twilight back for all the time’s she’d shoved her dick up his ass.

“Wanna know what I’m thinking?” Spike asked as he alternated between prodding her pussy and ass hole.

“Wh-what?” Twilight whimpered back. Spike’s worship of her backside had pushed her close and now his measured teasing was driving her crazy.

“You don’t know your own strength,” he said with a growl. “Every night you fuck me, you just pound like I’m nothing but a stuffed toy, here for your pleasure.”

Twilight felt her heart sink. There was something dangerous in his tone, something that screamed at her inner equine to run, to get away before the predator caught her. Except, the predator in question already had her by the balls and tail. She couldn’t escape if she wanted to. This thought terrified her in the most exciting way she could imagine.

“You’re so rough and selfish. I’m surprised Apple Jack can even put up with you.” He growled and gave her tail another soft yank.

“Nooooo!” Twilight whined. She was still a scholar at heart, and thus very susceptible to critiques on her performance.

“Molestia wants you to learn about the magic of friendship, right?” Spike pressed the narrowed tip of his cock to Twilight’s puckered entrance. It twitched, and he grinned, showing off his rows of razor sharp teeth. “Well, maybe it’s about time I teach you a little something, eh?”

“P-please.”

Spike scoffed. “You sound like a bitch in heat.” He blinked and paused, wondering where that had come from.

“I am!” Twilight cried. “I’m a bitch, a whore, so give this slut what she needs!”

Spike’s soul searching was cut short by the demand. After all, what good was a number one assistant who disobeyed his mistress’ orders? “You got it, Twi-slut!” And with that, he thrust forward with all his might. Twilight’s anus parted for him with surprising ease.

Twilight gasped when she felt herself get penetrated. She’d taken Molestia’s cock all the way to the hilt before. In terms of size, Spike’s little dick was like comparing a twig to a centuries old redwood. Despite this, Twilight still felt her anal walls stretch to accommodate his meat. It was like her body had gone back in time, back before she’d taken her first anal toy. Her ass felt tight, just like a virgin’s, and it was amazing.

“How’s that feel, Twi-slut?” growled Spike as he hilted himself inside. His little balls were now pressed into her wet, still winking folds.

“I feel like I’m ten, no, fourteen years younger!” Twilight exclaimed, surprising herself by her own admission, but was at least glad her mind was clear enough to maintain accuracy. “Your cock… it feels like my ass is a virgin all over again. Oh Sun, Spike! You feel so big inside me.”

“Oh yeah? Then get ready for more!” Twilight’s ego stroking had given Spike the motivation he needed to break down the last of his restraint. He started really hammering his cock inside her tight opening, pushing her forward with each thrust. All the while he remained attentive to her balls and tail, fondling and periodically jerking them respectively. Over and over he slammed his hips against her backside. His balls made soft tapping sounds against her moist lips. The air was rank with sexual musk, but that just encourage both partners to work even harder.

Twilight’s masturbation of her own cock increased in ferocity to match Spike’s pace. Had he always been this strong? Was this a result of her training or were all dragon adolescents like this? These questions and more disappeared almost as quickly as they popped up. Twilight’s mind was awash as she could feel nothing more than the brutality of the pounding against her rump.

“Close… Spike…” she panted.

“Oh yeah. Take it all, Twi-slut!” With a saurian roar, the little dragon hilted himself one last time within Twilight’s warm ponut. His vision went white and his whole body tensed. It felt like he was peeing a moat as his balls tightened and emptied their contents into Twilight’s rectum.

Twilight’s ‘virginal’ rear had become acutely sensitive as she felt a steady stream of hot, syrupy dragon cum fill her bowels. It was thick and made her colon feel stretched even more than his dick. She felt herself being stretched, inflated like a balloon when her own orgasm hit. She sprayed her mare juices all over Spike’s thighs and her cock emptied it’s contents into the magical ona hole.

The magic beneath Spike’s feet ended and fell free of Twilight’s warm backside onto his own. The sheets were soft, but he still gave a surprised “oof.” He panted, gasping for air as the afterglow washed over him. His body felt like jello as he lay on his back, too tired to do anything but breathe and stare up at the ceiling.

As the older and stronger of the pair, Twilight was not so worn out. She staggered to keep upright, but, slowly, managed to turn herself around to face Spike. She gazed at the smooth sphere of her own jizz floating in her magic and considered feeding it to her number one assistant. However, given that it had likely been the result of another Debauchery-related orgasm, she decided it would be better if she donated this sample to science and stored it away in one of the many glass vials she kept near her bed. When the sample had been properly deposited and stored away, she took stock of the situation.

Her vitals were all within acceptable parameters of her post-orgasmic state. A magical scan of herself showed no traces of physical alteration, even in her rectum. A scan of Spike yielded similarly disappointing results. Twilight summoned her sex journal – because of course she had a sex journal – and quickly scribbled down all her stats and ideas while they were still fresh in her head.

When her obsessive compulsive need to record her findings had been satiated, Twilight’s legs gave way and she collapsed just beside Spike. As if acting on its own accord, a foreleg wrapped around his little body and she pulled him close. She’d been overcome with a need to feel him against her. Her body was thirsting for cuddles and she was in no shape to deny herself. Spike, likewise, had neither the will nor the energy to resist. They stayed like that, desperately hugging one another as if afraid they might disappear in the night. They continued holding each other until they passed out.

***

The next morning, Twilight awoke to the smell of pancakes. She groaned, torn between her desire to follow the smell and her reluctance to leave the soft comfort of the sheets.

“Wakey wakey, Twilight,” Spike sang from the doorway. In his claw he held a short stack that he gently blew on, both to cool it down and to spread the aroma around the room. “I made them with blueberries.” When that didn’t yield any results, the little dragon gave a shrug, lifted one of the little cakes over his head, and dropped it in his mouth with a loud chomp followed by a louder hum of delight.

“Hey!” Twilight snapped up. “No pancake stealing!”

Spike gave a dismissive shrug. “You snooze, you lose.” Just as he had picked up another confection, both it and the plate were levitated from his claws. As Twilight pouted after realizing how easily she’d been manipulated, Spike smirked victoriously.

“Gooh,” Twilight said through a mouthful of pancake. She hopped out of bed, carrying the short stack beside her as she trotted along. Her morning wood thumped against her chest, but after yesterday’s antics, she felt no rush in calming it down. She swallowed. “So, what’s on the schedule for today?”

Spike walked alongside Twilight as they descended the stairs and pulled out the checklist. “I think the last of the lab equipment is set to be delivered this afternoon. But before that, you’ll probably want to write your report to Princess Molestia.”

Twilight nodded. She sat down at the table in the living room and downed her glass of orange juice in just a couple gulps. Spike waddled past and took his seat beside her. His pancakes were encrusted with sapphires.

“Say, Twi.”

“Yeah Spike?” she replied absentmindedly as she levitated the morning’s paper over her face.

“Um, about last night…” he paused in hesitation. “I didn’t mean anything by it when I, you know, called you that name.”

Twilight’s brow furrowed as she peaked over the paper. “Oh, you mean Twi-slut?”

Spike flinched, fearful of how Twilight might react.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, Spike,” she said with a slight giggle. “Ponies say things in the heat of the moment. I can tell you right now I’ve been called worse by Molestia.”

“Yeah,” Spike admitted as he idly poked his fork at his breakfast. “But never me.” He squirmed, uncertain of how to express his emotions. Something had happened to him last night. It was similar to how he felt during the Slutty Sun Celebration when he’d been overcome with a desire to possess Sweetie Belle. It was strange, something he both wanted to talk about, but couldn’t bring himself to admit for fear of what might be revealed.

With a tired sigh, Twilight picked Spike up and pulled him into her embrace. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Spike.” She said nothing more. Just the act of feeling one another’s breaths would say more than any words at the moment.

“You mean it?” Spike asked hopefully. He’d known it was a silly thing to worry about from the beginning, but worry he did.

“If I was to get upset about anything, it’d be your lack of originality,” she joked. “I mean seriously. Twi-slut? Shining used to call me that whenever he was mad.”

Spike chuckled and returned the embrace. Her assurances helped to wash away his fears. In time he felt good enough to eat while sitting on her lap and the two enjoyed a nice, quiet breakfast together. It was just like it had always been, yet, at the same time, not. Something had changed between them, but neither mare nor dragon were fully cognizant enough to be aware of anything more than that.

Afterwards, Spike gave Twilight a hand job while she placed a vibrator up her ass. Such was her prime academic pose as she prepared her letter to her teacher.

Dear Princess Molestia…

After the obligatory pleasantries and well wishes, the bulk of the letter consisted mainly of Twilight’s theory regarding the new magic around the Elements of Debauchery. She’d included copies of all notes, along with some less substantial scraps of evidence so as to be thorough.

Once written, she handed it off to her editor. Twilight beamed proudly at her work, right up until she saw Spike’s scowl. He quickly ran her through the motions of summing up her points in ways that didn’t sound like ‘drunken ramblings’, and even provided the coaxing she needed to add her theories on the oft neglected emotional aspect of sex. A quiet cough from the little drake also reminded her to tie her friends into the lesson as she mentioned learning the importance of considering the feelings of others.

Finally, Spike looked satisfied and he belched green flame onto the scroll.

***

“What? Who?” Luna gasped frightfully as she sat up and looked around the room. “Alarm! Something has booped the royal snoot!”

Molestia stirred beside her sister and pulled the long lost source of warmth back against her chest. The friction of their furry bodies rubbing together was heavenly. “Oh. It would seem Twilight has sent me her first friendship report,” she noted tiredly as she unfurled the scroll.

“Friendship report?” Luna asked, calming at the lack of alarm from her sister. “Does that not sound a little… gay?”

Molestia blinked blearily. “Your point?”

“We suppose none,” Luna admitted with a shrug. “It just surprises us that, in our absence, our beloved sister has become such a faggot.” The younger alicorn’s mischievous guffaw was drowned out by gagging. Without even looking, Molestia had pushed her sister into deep-throating her massive meat spire while her eyes remained fixed on the letter. Luna just smiled around her mouthful, comforted by the return of the familiar.

Molestia hummed thoughtfully to herself as she read. Line after line she took in and inscribed upon her unflappable memory. Twilight’s theories were unorthodox, yet intriguing and uncharacteristically coherent. She smiled at imagining her student remembering to let her editor do his job for a change. Reading on, and petting the back of her gagging sister’s head, Molestia only had one response. “Looks like things are about to get fun.”

Author's Note

And that’s how my rendition of the third episode ends. Was thinking of doing something with Rainbow, but I felt like I was really on a roll with Twilight and Spike. Also, this whole thing was running a lot longer than I'd expected it to. The story to come is also starting to take shape in my head. It won’t be a note-for-note match to the show. Some episodes may be done out of order or not at all. Right now, it’s looking to be a more slice of life story as Twilight runs through all manner of experiments with her friends, giving way to a whole host of fetishes. Hope you guys enjoy.