Spike's Little Succubi

"Mmm, that hit the spot." Twilight purred, kissing Spike as she climbed off him after her latest 'feeding'.

"You know, I'm starting to wonder which of us is having more fun during that." He replied, moving to go clean up.

"I'm not complaining." She grinned cheekily before taking a slightly more serious expression. "Wouldn't get too comfortable just yet, babe. You got another stop to make today; Rainbow. But be careful, though."

"Why? She's landed on me before from not paying attention..." He started.

"No, I mean...you remember when I went to tell the others about why we've been feeling and acting funny? Well, they took it in varying measures of stride, except for Rainbow. She reacted badly...as in screaming 'nonono!' and flying off' badly."

"Ok...that's definitely not good."

Twilight quickly put her clothes back on. "Yeah, I'm worried that she's going to do something drastic, and end up hurting herself."

Spike came back in getting his pants on. "But that leaves the question of where she could be."

"Thankfully, Derpy said she hasn't seen Dash out of her house much the last few days. So, that seems like as good a place as any to start."

"Ok...this leaves one other problem; how do we even get up there?" Spike asked while they looked up at the cloud mansion floating two hundred feet above Ponyville.

"Well, if my research is right, then the magic you absorbed should at least allow you to walk safely on the cloud surface. As for getting you up there..." Her horn started glowing.

"Wait a sec, Twi. What are you gonna DOOOOOOO!" He screamed when he was launched up into the air by a surge of arcane energy.

"Don't worry! I aimed for the front..." She trailed off when he flew past the mansion, reaching the apex of his flight a good thirty feet or so above it...and started coming down on a collision course with the roof. As he fell, she had a feeling he was saying something less than complimentary about her aim before landing.

Sort of. She watched as he plunged head-first into it, throwing up a few small puffs in the process. Squinting a little, she could see his legs and poking up through the formed cloud. "Well...he was close."

Inside, Spike rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the blood rushing to his head. "That mare is taking target practice lessons before I let her do that again." He muttered, pulling his arms free so he could work his way out of Rainbow's roof.

"Unnhh." A low grunt grabbed his attention, and he looked to see Tank in his flight gear, hover nearby. "Hey, Tank." The tortoise looked from him to the ceiling, giving him a puzzled expression.

"Twilight." Spike responded, gradually pulling himself out. "Um, is Rainbow home?" Tank's expression shifted to straight concern, letting out a worried groan. "She's not doing good, is she?" Tank shook his head. Spike promptly started working himself out of the cloud harder. "Ok, I'm here to see if I can help her out. Where's she at?"

Tank turned and leaned towards her bedroom, moving aside when Spike finally fell to the floor. Thankfully, he only bounced on impact. "Ok, I'm gonna go and try to help her out." Spike patted him on the shell. "Don't worry. I'll do what I can."

Tank watched him head to the room in question, worry still etched on his face.

"Rainbow?" He called out, briefly forgetting that cloud was too soft to really knock on. "It's Spike."

"G-go away! Please!" The strained voiced near-shouted from inside, the quavering tone telling him the pegasus was in a lot of pain.

"No can do, Dashie." He pushed his way through, and was met with something akin to a warzone; the whole room had been turned upside down, books and trophies lay strewn about, and her blanket was nearly torn in half. However, it was Rainbow herself, curled up in the corner, that gave him the biggest concern.

While she'd never been one for styling her mane or putting makeup on, the mess she was in right now...feathers stuck out haphazardly on her wings, her mane and tail were stringy, her eyes were red and swollen with visible tear streaks. She was visibly soaked with sweat and she looked like she'd barely eaten anything recently.

"Celestia..." He whispered. The closer he got, the more he saw small pulsing patches of black on her arms and legs, right where Twilight had her stocking/glove markings. Her wings also seemed to be like they were trying to shift some, taking a slightly bat-like shape, only to get forced down, along with a pained gasp from Rainbow. 'She's resisting the transformation?' He quickly knelt down by her. "Rainbow, what's happening?"

"Don't...don't wanna..." She bit back a cry of pain, "...don't wanna change!"

"Why?? Fighting it's tearing you up!"

"My b-body...I say...!" She whimpered, shaking from another hit of pain.

"Your...wait..." He decided to hazard a guess. "It's because you don't like the idea of changing, is it?" He got a nod in response. "Is...is it because you don't like the way you might look?" She shook her head. "Is it about the feeding urge?" She hesitated for a moment. "Hm, it's something else, isn't it."

She hesitated again before nodding. For a moment, Spike could have sworn her physique looked a bit more lithe and toned, her bust slightly larger. He blinked when he realized that her Allure had kicked in, and then it hit him "Oh...you...you feel like you'd be losing control of yourself, isn't it?"

She nodded harder. "Trained...so long...so...much...effort! I'm in...control...not body!"

Spike realized what she was talking about. Ever since he met her, Rainbow Dash had prided herself in her athleticism and speed. He'd lost count of the times he'd seen her training, working to be sure she was the best. Which meant the thought of letting herself get controlled by her 'baser reflex', after everything she'd gone through, was as anti-Rainbow as could be expect. So she'd naturally be repelled.

"Ok...best way to explain it..." He thought back on what Twilight had told him when she figured out some of it...and got a headache trying to remember half the terms she'd used. She was so excited about finding out something like that, she'd gone into Thesaurus-Mode. So he managed with what he remembered. "It's pretty much a manifestation of the boost your magic got from your Element. Any way you look at it, you're still the same athletic speed junkie we all know and love. Here, pick me up."

"Huh?"

"Remember? You and Applejack never had trouble picking me up. Just try it and you'll see."

She looked at him skeptically for a minute before she slowly got to her feet, albeit a little shakily. Taking a breath and she reached around him and lifted. Oddly enough, it seemed a bit easier than normal, despite the fact Spike wasn't really all that heavy.

"Um, Dash." Spike pointedly looked at her side.

She looked, and nearly dropped him when she noticed she still had her other hand over her stomach. "Wha?" She chuckled a little and took a few steps, still holding him up half a foot off the floor.

"You can put me down now..." He stepped back a little when she let him go. "I'm guessing that's not all the issue, is it?"

Rainbow shook her head "Not...hurt...friends...!" While she wasn't showing the pain-filled expression from before, she was still straining to hold it in

He didn't need to ask much to figure that part out. "You're also scared you'll hurt someone if you do give in and 'hunt'."

She nodded again. "Goes against....element! Friends not....not food!"

"Dashie...look at me." He gently cupped her chin, noting how her eyes started glowing when she looked into his. "I've been 'feeding' Twilight and Rarity lately." He chuckled a little at the way her eyes widened a little in disbelief.

"You...have...?"

"Yes. Actually I just fed Twilight a short while ago, before I came up here. Hell, Twi's been making a schedule for me to make sure the hunger doesn't get the better of you all." He leaned in slightly until their noses were touching. "And to be honest, fighting it is doing you way more harm than good. Because it's going to get more than you can handle, and you will lose control then, and it'll be far, FAR worse than if you work with it."

"But...I d-don't wanna hurt...hurt anyone."

"Don't worry." She yelped lightly in surprise when he picked her up bridal style. "I won't let you."

"P-Promise...?" Feeling a bit more relaxed, and exhausted, she snuggled into his arms.

"Stick a day-old cupcake in my eye."

She giggled slightly at that, though she still looked a tad reluctant. "Are...are you sure you'll be ok...?"

"Would you believe Twilight was sleepy after our first go? Come on, let's get you cleaned up. If you want, you can feed while we do that."