Spike's Little Succubi

Spike watched as Twilight paced anxiously around the room. She'd been like this for the better part of the day, but when he asked what was wrong, she barely registered as hearing him. Whatever it was, it was affecting her succubus side since her eyes would flicker from normal to glowing. "Twi...?" He asked, finally reaching out to tap her shoulder.

"Huh!?" She shrieked, before realizing what happened. "Oh, Spike, sorry! Just...I've been a little worried."

"About?"

"Fluttershy. She hasn't been acting like herself lately. I've asked her if anything's wrong, and she says it's fine, but me and the others can all see it. She seems weak, in the 'haven't eaten in Celestia knows how long' sense."

"So, you think she's...?" He had a brief flashback to the state Rainbow was in when he found her. He'd told Twilight about it, in case something like that happened again.

She shook her head. "No, it's not like Rainbow. She's not fighting it, but I think she might be resisting in a way and it's affecting her badly."

"And you'd like me to head over and see about 'helping' her." He gave her a look before silencing her with a kiss. "I'll go. dunno how long I'll be, though."

Twilight purred into the kiss, grinding against him some. "As long as it works. But try to hurry." Her eyes glowed briefly. "I'm starting to feel a little peckish."

He was halfway to Fluttershy's when he started working up a plan for helping her out. So far he'd found out the others' succubus sides all had an affect on them; Twilight, true to form, loved to experiment and see what they both enjoyed. Her favorite so far seemed to be him eating chocolate frosting off her.

Rarity was what he'd come to call a 'classy dominant'. It was her way, though 'her way' tended to involve him enjoying himself every step of the way. He half-wondered if that was why she liked to hint that she wasn't wearing panties when he was around.

Rainbow liked it a little rough, why probably explained why she was on the sub side....and liked calling him 'master'.

Unfortunately, working up a plan beforehand for Fluttershy was proving really hard. "I don't even know what to expect with her in this."

The house and outside seemed normal once he arrived, except the animals all seemed concerned. The raccoons were chittering anxiously, the others as well, even Harry was casting worried looks to the building. "Hey, Harry." He spoke up, getting the bruin's attention. "I take it Shy's inside? I was coming over to see if I could help her out."

Harry and the nearby animals nodded and let him by. He gave a quick knock on the door. "Fluttershy? It's Spike. It ok if I come in?"

"Oh...uh...s-sure, S...Spike." Came the response from inside. Spike frowned a little, while her normal tone was soft, she sounded like she barely had any energy. He went in to see her dusting. Or, she was trying to; her limbs were visibly shaking and she was visibly trying to concentrate, whimpering a little in exertion.

'Holy crap...she's NOT in a good state.' He thought, prepping himself in case she looked ready to fall. "I heard you hadn't been feeling too good. So, I figured I'd come and see if you needed a hand."

"Oh, no. I'm fine...just a-" She stumbled mid sentence. Luckily, Spike was quick enough, rushing over to catch her.

"Whoa! You sure?"

"Heh, tripped." Fluttershy started, before her eyes flashed for a second and she started to lightly nuzzle his chest. "M-maybe I could use a little help..."

"How long as it been like this?" Spike asked, looking at the stopped-up kitchen sink. It looked like she had been washing a pot and something went down that shouldn't.

"A...a couple hours. Haven't had much time to get to it." Fluttershy replied, slowly eating a sandwich he'd made for her. He knew it wasn't quite what she was in need of, but figured it'd help a little. "One of the squirrels hid some dried apple in the drain, and I didn't know until I pulled the drain plug. Guess it was damp enough to make it swell back up."

"Ok, shouldn't be too hard to get out." He'd already retrieved the plunger and got to work. The apples, however, proved to be a bit more stubborn then he'd expected; after several minutes, he seemed to be no closer to success than when he'd started. Until...

"Hang on! I-I think I can finally..." He trailed off, hand currently down in the drain. "Almost....I got it!" He crowed in triumph, his hand wrapping around something squishy. "Ew...it's really soaked up the water...ok...I think..." He tugged on it, only to find the soggy mass had managed to stick some to the pipe. "Yeah...it's gonna beeee-gah! YAUGH!" With a firm tug, it finally gave way, only for Spike to find himself getting splashed by cold soapy water, and mushy apple pieces.

"Spike! Are you ok?" Fluttershy called out, getting to her feet as best she could.

"Yeah. Just got splashed...and an appley shirt." Throwing away the apple, he pulled off the now dirty shirt, using it to dry his chest off some. "Well, that's one for the wash." He muttered, before catching something out of the corner of his eye.

It was a glow, the glow of Fluttershy's eyes, to be exactly. She was currently staring at him from the kitchen entrance, panting heavily. She looked like she was on the verge of changing. Thanks to the dress she was wearing, her arms and legs were showing the start of the stocking/glove markings, and her wings had a slight battyness to them, but not quite. "I...I..." She tried to say something, but to no avail.

Spike raised an eye. 'Well, that's something. Guess she just needed a little encouragement.' "Here, let me get something to clean this up." Grabbing the plunger, he went to get a mop. Passing Fluttershy, he had to stop and bend over to grab a piece of apple that had been stuck to his shirt.

He never really got a chance to get it though. The moment he reached for it, he was taken off his feet by a yellow blur and slammed into the couch.

"Flutters WANT!" Came the husky, lust-filled growl that followed.