Ember has a conundrum on her claws. A real solid conundrum. Her mind's gone adrift, as it often tends to do as she watches the drakes go be their usual macho selves in the Dragonlands. She's wanting a better drake, someone who doesn't compare penis sizes and brag about their exploits. Someone... well, someone well a bit more noble than that. Or at least less crass.

An opportunity presents itself by pure chance when Twilight sends for her requesting her presence at a friendship summit, and as pure good luck would have it she finds herself getting lost in the pony's massive castle and stumbling upon Spike, who's in a conundrum of his own. Namely, poor guy's a virgin. So, Ember lets her thoughts drift for a moment and an idea comes to mind to solve both of their problems...

Sensual Spember shipping. Huge thank you to Rescue Sunstreak for helping me work out how to spin this.

(Should note, Spike is 18 or older in this story. Sorry foalcon lovers. )
(AU for one minor thing, namely Spike getting his wings early.)

(8/19/18: Comments now disabled thanks to certain ass-hatted remarks.)