A Tender Touch of Snow
A story by Duskhoof, Edited by Synesisbassist & AmorousArts

Chapter Four

By the time Cadence reached the guest bedroom, she was already too late. She pushed open the door like a pimple she didn't want to burst, and found Twilight slumped over a breastplate full of defrosting ice and slush, a bucket beside her that the Love Princess was not touching with any amount of magic. The mare splattered with sleet turned slowly to Cadence, tears gushing from her eyes as she stared in horror at her.

“I killed Sunburst!” The inebriated pony wailed, pulling her ears down and shaking heavily. The Princess came in very calm and composed, considering the stallion who had matted her backside with a snowstorm before the whole fiasco began. She stroked the chilly sludge from Twilight’s face and pulled her in, her legs and wings covering her.

“No, no darling ladybug, you didn’t,” she whispered, hugging her and brushing her mane away slowly.

“Yes, I did! Th-That was him! He wus der! He was there! And now he’s… he’s… he’s…” She looked down to the shiny advocated armour plating, boots and helmet sticking out of a small white hillock. The word fell out of her mouth with disgruntled confusion, “snow?!”

“He was always snow, Twilight-“ The sober princess noticed some of Celestia’s guard had come to the door to check out the disturbance and she waved them back with an expression to tell them she had this under control.

“No! No I saw him! He was Sunburst an-an-and…” she gasped in the same amount of horror as the first time she caught them, “he was dickinging you! D-Doing you! He was m-making Flurry Hearts with you!”

“No, he wasn’t. Well, he couldn’t-“

“Yes! Yes, he was!” She scrambled out of Cadence’s hug like a cat who didn’t want to be hugged and started staggering for the door, glaring daggers over her shoulder at Twilight as she went. “I’m telling Shin-Shinning. He’s gonna be sho-hic! Mad!” She slipped through the door and stopped, wavering on her feet. She turned to the closest guard and pointed to his helmet, requesting it.

Confused, the guard nonetheless complied with his Princess’ order, a duty he regretted as seconds later Twilight hurled chunks into the decorated hat. Behind her, Cadence winced in apology. The soldier did his best not to pull a face.

Twilight raised her head up, wiped her mouth on the back of her leg and thanked the stallion while she was about to place the garment back on his head. Cadence snapped it away just in time and put it with the other disturbed waste bin in the room.

“Okay, come on, Ladybug, time to go to bed. Sirs, we can take it from here… request a new helmet, Officer Doomande, I shall see to it your previous one is cleaned thoroughly,” she stressed apologetically, holding Twilight and guiding her with a wing.

“Thisss changes nuffin’ y’know, Caysense,” garbled the sozzled bookworm, “Im shtill gonna tell Shining Armor.”

“You do that, Ladybug,” Cadence sighed, already confident things would be okay.

“I will! And he’ll… he’ll… Shining Armor has a fabtastic bum, right?” Cadence stopped for a second, glancing with astonishment at the words spilling out of her sister-in-law’s mouth, “I mean, a stallion hash no right to hash a butt that shexy~”

“I… um… hey, Twilight, let’s play the silence game. Try to beat little Fluttershy’s score, huh?”

“Oh, I’m the best at that! Watch!” And Twilight took a deep breath, shut her lips and grinned unblinking at Cadence. The Love Princess kept them walking until the stumbling increased dramatically, catching Twilight quickly.

“Okay, remember to breathe. Breathe, Twilight, bre-“ then caught the unconscious Princess as she fell into her. Cadence’s earlids lowered in frustration, a sigh breezed over her lips and her nose tried not to inhale the scent of fresh illness. “Breathe. Fine, I guess I’ll be carrying you home on my back just like I did when you were a foal.” She levitated her up and groaned. “Except now you’re heavier... And you smell worse.”

~~

The last morning before Hearth’s Warming came and Twilight Sparkle had never felt worse. Her head was made of solid lead and her eyelids remained on lockdown until she had a reason to open them.

“Hey, Twilly? You doing okay there, LSBFF?” Her lids crept up and she gave a painful moan to Shining Armor, closing them again as her stomach growled in depression.

“No,” she mumbled, wincing. “Everything hurts. Did I run out in front of the Canterlot Express last night?” She settled back into her pillow and cycled through the film strip in her mind of last night’s antics. “Let’s see, we were forgiven by Princess Celestia,” Twilight mulled over the inner movie of her memories, “we were invited to a drink with Princess Luna and she told me she was responsible for us finding Helia’s journal. Then…”

Brain cinema brought up a swaying, shaky cam version of the sex scene she witnessed from the evening’s rendezvous of Cadence and Sunburst. She sat up with a bolt of energy, grabbing Shining by his shoulders and showed him the entirety of her bloodshot eyes.

“OH MY GOSH!” She yelled, staring at him. He stared back, partially shocked by her outcry. However, as he waited for her to explain herself, she had a mini mental crisis over her responsibilities to tell him what she knew. Could she really crush her big brother and put Flurry Heart’s parent’s marriage in jeopardy? How was Shining going to take this horrible news? She winced as this only cranked the knife of the hangover in her head harder but knew she had to persevere. Whatever the cost, he needed to know.

“You might want to sit down for this, BBBFF,” she whispered sadly, feeling the heat build up in her eyes before she had even began to recount the truth.

Though, when Shining Armor planted his flanks on the floor by Twilight’s bed, his hoof gently reached out and pushed her lips shut. She gazed along his leg in confusion while his head tilted and he smiled compassionately.

“I already know what you’re going to say. You saw Cadence with another stallion, right?” The grin lasted even as he said the words that should have broken him up. Bemused, Twilight’s eyebrows moved through a series of emotions from sorrow to tumult, to annoyance and eventually flabbergasted bashfulness. Her brother chuckled and pulled his hoof away slowly, which had the little sister’s blushing face finally turn into anger.

“You’re laughing?”

“I’m sorry, Twily, I’m really not laughing at you,” he told her, although her emotive frowns did have a part to play in his amusement. “I can explain what you saw. Cadence wasn’t being unfaithful.”

“Oh, is that what she told you?” The young princess asked skeptically. He rolled his eyes with a sigh.

“It’s what I know. Look, you’ve mastered the transformation spells, right?” He quickly snorted, “what am I saying? This is you we’re talking about, Twilight. You’ve mastered the transformation spells. Well, so has Cadence.” The mare attempted to understand what he meant but with a cranium full of nails it took her thinking longer than she was normally famed for. Several seconds later, it sank in and she gasped.

“That was an… Avatar?” She asked tentatively. Shining bobbed his head to signal that she was sort of right.

“It wasn’t Sunburst. He’s back in the Crystal Kingdom with Starlight Glimmer, helping sit in for us while we’re not there. Instead, it was a-“

“Shiny? Is she awake?” The voice of Cadence was much smaller and humbler than Twilight was used to. The mare first poked her head into the room, looking to him, then to her before slipping in and sitting at the foot of the bed, eyes downcast. “Twilight, I’m really sorry you saw what you saw last night. But I promise you, I-“

“It’s alright, Cady,” the blank furred horse gently assured her, “I’ve already explained it to her.” The pained purple pony shifted out of the sheets and moved to the end of the bed, reaching out to take hold of her pale pink sister-in-law.

“I’m sorry for coming to assumptions, Cadence,” she mumbled as the pair of Princesses cuddled softly, “I should have known you loved my brother too much to let another stallion breed you.” Cadence gave an awkward giggle and glanced to Shining, who promptly zipped his lips and threw away the key. She nodded lightly in response to the suggestion and bunted her nose tenderly under the bone spire of the shorter mare.

“Exactly. If anything, all you really caught me doing was playing with a sex toy… Which is only marginally better. I’m sorry, Twilight.” Twilight smiled and accepted the apology, but as she did so, something else crept into her mind.

“Wait, why did you need a, um, ‘toy’ at all? Wasn’t Shining with you last night?” Cadence blushed and glanced away slowly.

“Well, yes, and we were both ‘in the mood’ for something, but Flurry Heart wouldn’t settle after all the sugary treats she got at the Pageant. So, Shining agreed to watch her if I wanted to magic up somepony and get a little relief, which I did-“

“After a lot of persuasion,” Shining added, smirking. “She was prepared to wait for me.”

“I was prepared to stay up with Flurry Heart and let you slip off, Mr. Ego,” she scoffed playfully, giving him a sock in the leg. There was a genuine whinny of shock from him and a rub on the knocked spot, because the Love Princess was tougher than she looked. Returning her gaze to Twilight, affection glistening in her eyes. “If you want, I can at least show you how I did it, to ease all doubts?”

Princess Sparkle ruffled her wings and considered it, but she could hear her heartbeat in her head and her eyes would have hurt less if they’d been torn out from their sockets. Her stomach wanted nothing more than to leap out of her throat and roll away, and every sound was like a thousand Pinkie Pies having an orgy in her ears. She lowered her head in agony and rubbed away the tears she’d been shedding since the moment her peepers opened.

“I could do with a few painkillers first, guys. Got anything strong enough to cure an elephant-sized headache?” Shining hoofed this question over to Cadence, whose horn blossomed with rose-colored radiance.

“You’re in luck. It’s because your brother’s such a light-weight with the drink that I’ve been able to perfect this spell. One hangover cure, coming right up.” As she finished the last words, her horn charged up and Twilight watched the fuschia light encapsulate her. Suddenly, it felt like somepony had scooped out all the dead weight in her skull and kissed her brain better. It sucked out all the evil from her belly and even blessed her with renewed vigor. By the time the curing spell had dispersed, she felt like she could read a thousand and one books before lunch.

~~

There was reserved amount of sheddings gliding down from the clouds above that morning. It was still chilly enough for the pair of mares to require a lot of warm coats, scarves and a woolly hat for good measure, but with good visibility they could hear plenty of ponies in the city bustling to give, collect and buy their presents for tomorrow’s festivities.

It was just the pair of them. Shining had slipped out with Flurry Heart for a wander around Canterlot, which translated from stallion-speak into mare-speak as ‘I’ve forgotten to buy a Hearth’s Warming gift and I’m going to pretend I’m not going out to get it.’ Spike was presumably still in the Library with Moondancer, but all Twilight had done was posted a quick message to them to say she was alright, and hadn’t come into any great danger. Now, she was stood in the blanketed balcony outside of the guest suite with Cadence looking at her last remaining snow horse, a lonely soldier ready to be relieved from battle.

“This is what you made last night’s Sunburst out of?” Twilight asked in disbelief, before switching to a face of understanding. “Ohh, that explains why he turned into snow when I confronted him! But, still, snow?” She turned on the spot to Cadence. “Isn’t that cold on your, you know… foo-foo?”

Cadence couldn’t help but giggle and give an adoring little coo at her sister-in-law’s cautious language, shaking her head gently.

“No, Twilight. See, I use a spell to make the snow-” She stopped herself, grinned and reached down to gather some of the powder from the floor, impacting it together with her hooves quickly. She levitated the ball with a beam of loving light, a flare of red pulsing once from base to pinnacle of her horn and transferring through the ball of frozen precipitation. Twilight watched, transfixed.

“Think fast!”

The speedy-savant's intellect was far quicker than her reaction times and as the ice orb suddenly whizzed straight at her, she only had time to lift her leg in protection. The projectile shattered across her shielding limb and the debris spread as far as her face. Feeling the shower patter over her cheeks and nose, Twilight's clenched eyes broke open, lowering her guard down. her tongue flicked out and captured some of the clear crystals from her snout, analysing them in her mouth.

"It's warm!" She concluded with a confirming laugh from Cadence.

"Warm snow. Kind where it counts," she winked, making Twilight blush once more. She weaved a new snowball and trotted over to her Princess companion, sitting beside her with the mini moon settling on her upturned hoof. "That's step one. Then, I cast the transformation spell. I fully focus on what or who I want to create and put that image into the spell I'm using..." She concentrated on the soft milky globe and swathed it in a glittering film with a touch of her horn.

Inside the coral bubble, the snow ignited and dramatically shifted shapes, developing a head, ears, long thin tail, and finally legs. When the effervescence dripped away and the glow faded, a tiny white mouse with little pink eyes remained. Twilight let out the breath in her lungs and her grin widened, carefully stretching a hoof out to feel it. However, Cadence quickly covered the small winter rodent and pulled it away slowly, her horn lighting once more.

"Lastly, I cast a fail-safe spell," she said as a single twinkle fell over the miniscule creature and disappeared on its head. The Princess lowered her hoof down and let the mouse skitter away from them, seeking warmth inside Cadence's quarters. Twilight watched it leap through the cotton wool covering towards the door as Cadence spoke up.

"...After twenty-four hours or if the snow doll gets too far away from me, all other spells cast on it are negated." Together, they watched the mouse jump for the crack under the door to the hallway but never make it. Instead, there was a flicker and a wad of snow landed at the foot of the door where a little critter had been.

"Aww, poor little guy," Twilight whispered, sitting and looking at the blob of snow melting in the ensuite. Cadence gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"It was snow. It didn't think or feel, it wasn't scared. It was acting how my spell was telling it to act, like cogs make the hands of a clock turn and springs create the melody of a music box."

Music box...

The mind is a very curious thing. At the barest of thoughts it can find the file associated with it and see all other files important to that one image conjured. In the case of Twilight Sparkle in that moment, the words 'music box' brought back the memory of Sombra's letter, the saucy details included and the Hearth's Warming gift given to Celestia at the end of the night. Twilight looked quickly across the veranda to the last snowpony belonging to Cadence and then to her sister-in-law, whose head was already turned in her direction with a knowing smile.

"You want to learn the spells?"

"I- What? How did you know?" Twily gave a startled neigh and circled around in a hurry, much to Caddy's amusement.

"I foal-sat you, Twilight. I know you better than most other ponies I’ve known my whole life." She crossed around the infallible single snow statue, gazed out into the wide world of Equestria, ready to be born. The aubergine colored mare went and sat beside her, letting the larger wing embrace her calmingly. They both looked at the model like it was a slab of clay, ready to be shaped and carved into a work of art and quietly pondered what pony Twilight should create.

“First,” Cadence soothed after a short moment, “you have to change the temperature of the snow. You have to imagine somepony you know the warmth of, somepony who you can imagine hugging and knowing what it feels like to hold them close. Can you do that?” Twilight frowned and looked ahead at the blank figure, wandering through all the ponies she’d hugged over the course of her life. “Close your eyes if it helps.” She did as was suggested, taking a deep breath into her lungs and practicing the breathing technique the same regal sister had taught her.

Shining appeared in her mind first. The times he held her happily, as he read her first books to her and gave her loads of brotherly love. The way he would help her get to the cookie jar and would rest by the hearth with her on the coldest nights were fond recollections, but her memories also recalled the day Shining had to go to cadet school and her to magic school, and the sorrow of parting ways.

Next were the rays of kindness that came from each clasp in the delicate legs of Celestia. She remembered the pride that came from a teacher watching her student go from strength to strength under her light tutorage, the stimulating conversations over research, stories, ideas and what they all might mean, and of course, the Hearth’s Warming Eves curled up before the fire together. Yet, as Twilight’s knowledge grew, she strayed further from the Princess’ entwine until she was too busy with books to keep building her relationship with Celestia. It wasn’t until she left for Ponyville that she understood the importance of her friendship, not just her loyalty, to the Mare of the Sun.

Each pony she could think of had come and left her life loved but missed, and the hints of warmth she could recall but not the full experiences of holding them, dozing with them, telling tales and wiping tears, laughing and crying. Not until one particular friend came to mind. Someone who wasn’t just a sidekick, they were her family. Brother, son, companion, these were just words. It didn’t matter which one fitted, it only mattered that he’d always been there, listening to her whims and wonders of her busy thoughts without complaint. He wasn’t a pony, but she could imagine his comforting heat anytime she needed it.

“I’ve got it, Cadence.”

“Good, hold onto it, power your horn and surround the snow pony with an aura,” she advised the young mare, who nodded gently and did just this. A see-through plum dome sealed over the figurine. “Good, now just transfer that body heat to the snow pony by imagining you are hugging them and feeling that warmth come from them.” Twilight imagined the horse was Spike and she was tucking him into bed after exhausting him from a hard day’s study. In her head, she could see the blankets folding around the snow creation, felt the build-up of radiation drive through her horn and flow into it. “Okay, drop the magic for a moment…” The purple shell powered down and Princess Mi Amora stepped closer, holding out a hoof. The look of delight on her face told Twilight she’d managed the spell, but she still moved in to hold her hoof up and feel the body radiance coming from the sculpture.

“Wow,” she giggled, warming both forehooves until Cadence encouraged her to back away again.

“Okay, before we give this thing hooves to run away on, it’s wise to put the precautions in place first. It’s,” She looked to the town clock, “ten-thirty now, we don’t need this pony walking around all day so imagine one-thirty this afternoon on a clock, then imagine you have a piece of string on this snow pony. If it goes further than the length of the string in your head, it pops back into snow. Simple enough?” Twilight wasn’t sure at first, but she tried it anyway. Her horn shimmered and she centered on an old grandfather clock from school, and the leash and collar she used to use on Spike, when he was learning how to run away. She didn’t feel the twinkle of a star leave the tip of her cranial wand, but she saw it as it floated gracefully away from her and plopped as light as a lost leaf onto the back of the snow horse, evaporating into it.

“Great job, Twily, you’re acing this.” Cadence rolled her wing along Twilight’s back, warming the young Princess’ heart. It was nice to be congratulated for learning something practical and she didn’t realise how much she’d missed it. “Now is the most critical part, the transformation. Don’t worry if you don’t get this right the first time, we’ve got enough snow to make a few more. Just like before, generate the aura around the snow pony, but this time imagine it’s your chosen pony. When you’re ready, send the strength of that image to the snow pony and transform them…”

Twilight singled out the white equine and captured it in the violet seal once more. Shining, she thought from the start, it had to be her brother Shining as he was the safest of all options. He wouldn’t cause a fuss, he’d listen to her and Cadence, and it was far safer than trying to conjure a pony or creature that might panic. But…

But her mind had been reconditioned from the other tasks to get to this point. When she thought of his brotherly hugs, she thought of Spike’s. When she thought of his smile, it was Spike’s ever hopeful and encouraging grin that jumped to mind. When she imagined being loved and protected and entrusted by any creature, the little lavender and basil drake was there.

The snow pony’s body glowed white hot for a split second in the purple shield, then dropped away onto amethyst scales with emerald spikes along it’s back and long, sweeping tail. The slender but brawny creature sat up until it knocked its head on the magical ceiling. It then looked around, hurt and confused as it saw its creator.

“Twilight?”

~~

Slam!

Twilight shut the balcony doors immediately as Cadence guided the significantly-not-baby-dragon into the bedroom and sat him down on her four poster bed, using a nudge of magic to decline his head under the cloth roof. He just watched as both Princesses shed their snow protective clothing and shook off in the warmth. She told him to sit and be still like a good dragon should and was pleased that he obeyed her order, looking between them curiously.

Once Mi Amore had dealt with one concerned party, she quickly went to the other. Twilight was pacing the room now and not letting herself calm down as she looked from the snowfall outside, to the tall fire-breathing lizard sat indoors with them.

“Oh gosh, what have I done? It’s Spike but, he’s huge! What if Celestia sees this? She’ll think I’m trying to rule over Equestria with a great big dragon!” The Friendship Princess worried feverishly until her big sister grabbed her.

“Hey, calm down. Firstly, no she won’t, secondly,” she glanced at the scalie sat at the end of the bed and he gave her a wave. Smiling, she waved back at him. “It’s Spike. He might be bigger but that’s your friend.” She gave this reasoning some consideration and then asked, “were you trying to think of anypony else when he came to mind?” Twilight glumly nodded yes and admitted that it was supposed to become the effigy of her brother. This made Cadence give a breath out as she found the explanation and grinned gently to the pair in the room.

“I understand now. You were thinking about Shining, but you were also thinking about Spike. So, instead of creating either one, you created Spike if he were the same age as your brother, or at least what you, to the best of your knowledge, perceive he’ll look like when he’s that age.” She looked him over from top to toe and her smile widened, “I have to say, not bad either.”

“Cadence!” Twilight hissed and then looked up to Spike, tilting her head kindly if a little awkwardly, “How are you doing up there, buddy?”

“I’m doing alright, Twilight,” he answered smiling at them before looking at the toes he could wiggle on the floor now, “Whoa~” The Highnesses giggled at him gently but not cruelly which caused his cheeks to color cutely.

“That’s good, we’ll be right back, I just need a quiet word with Cadence,” The purple mare reached out her wing and turned the pink one around, turning their backs to Spike to let him mind his own business and see what’s new with this more massive body.

“You’re sure it’s not him?” Asked Twilight quietly, keeping her feathers up to hide their conversation. “He’s so much like him. Just, bigger.”

“It’s not him,” Cadence assured her, “as soon as it strikes one-thirty, he’ll be back to a pile of slush, just like Sunburst.” She thought about it carefully and then whispered, “what do you want to do? Want to turn him back into snow so you can try the spell again, or do you want to keep him around for a bit?” As Cadence asked this, she found her pulse quicken at the thought of keeping Spike around. Nothing too substantial but it was enough for her to notice it. What she didn’t detect was the way her tail gradually lifted and flagged gently at the ideas, dropping from left to right in the manner of a revealing feather dance.

The Aficionado of Love may not have been aware that her tail had become a lure for the tremendous yet innocent beast, but he had marked it as he spun back around from admiring his own dock. At first, it was just the choreography of her long silken pony hair that intrigued him, yet as it kept enticing and inviting him, he saw more. He saw the curves of her hind legs, the tight toned buttocks dressed with a crystal heart on either side. Finally, he caught the glimpse of the puffy pink privates exposed just for his eyes. Whether or not it was intended, his body responded positively to the still-early Hearth’s Warming gift.

“I’m unsure,” murmured Twilight carefully, “I… I don’t think I could turn him back. Snow or not, it’d feel cruel to do that to him. To Spike. Besides, if this is what he’s going to look like in a few years, it would be good to get a head start on the approximate size of his wingspan, his tail and more in preparation.”

“You mean science, don’t ya, Ladybug?” Cadence teased to a blushing Twilight, who mumbled that there may be a few points of research that this Spike could help her with too. The dragon behind gave a small growl, unheard by the two mares as his eyes switched from the rear showing all, to the starred butt that was holding back. It was fluttering a little but not enough to show the sweet jewel beneath the lilac drape. If he could reach out and nudge it out of the way…

No. This was Twilight! He couldn’t do that. She’d never forgive him… Would she? She’d forgiven him before… The Spike that Twilight built reached his claw out tentatively...

“Okay, it’s decided. We’ll look after him until he turns back into snow and-WHINNY!” ‘Whinny’ was not what Spike’s closest friend had intended to say next, but it was what came out of her mouth. Her head swiveled to look behind her at lightning speed and her jaw dropped at the sight she beheld.

The vision before her was ‘Big’ Spike, with her tail hooked between his thumb and fore-claws, lifted to expose her mauve flower she’d kept from his eyes from the moment he had hatched. Worst still, his free hand was wrapped around the biggest, thickest and most ribbed phallus either of them had ever seen, stroking it like a new puppy out of a bow-seal Hearth’s Warming box. Despite the sound of shock, Spike continued stroking and staring at the treasure his friend had kept from him, until his vast jade marbles turned to see Twilight’s magenta circles of horror.

“Oh,” he mumbled, slipping his claw away slowly from that highly restricted cookie jar.

“Ah~” was all she could gasp at the untoward turn of events.

“Oh, goodness,” trilled Cadence, head volleying at a soft pace from the unnerved pony, to the horny friendly giant. Eventually, Twilight spun around and not only covered her flank, but sat on it as well, however it wasn’t lost on Cadence the time it took before the learned Princess took this initiative. The mare most skilled in this sector stepped between the pair and sat too, holding her hooves up to both of them.

“Now, calm, both of you-”

“HE WAS LOOKING AT MY FOO-FOO!”

“I’m-I’m sorry Twilight! I-I don’t know what came over me!”

“I THINK I CAN SEE WHAT CAME OVER Y-”

“BOTH OF YOU! Silence.” Adopting the strength and stare of a furious Fluttershy, Cadence waited until the pair had yielded before she relaxed her state into a more natural calm and caring persona. “That’s better. Oh, Spike, don’t hide it, dearheart. It’s a perfectly natural part of biology.” She referred to the way his much larger clawed hands were still having a problem covering up the massive dragonhood still full-blooded between his legs. He let them drop and glanced away, growing more beetroot than purple in his face by the passing second. “And Twilight, it’s still Spike’s persona. This is all new and interesting to this guy so cut him some slack, okay? He’s not been through puberty. Remember what he is behind the veil...” She hoped that might help her little sis relax, but apart from a wiggle, Twilight was still on the fence.

“N-No, Cadence. It’s more than that. Spike’s more than a baby dragon I helped to hatch. He’s more than a friend, more than a personal assistant, even if he’s the best number one assistant and friend I could dream of. He’s,” her voice fractured slightly, but it did not take her long to recover it, “he’s my special little guy. I’d have given up a thousand times without him and I’d give up a thousand things for him.” She looked up to Spike this time without fury or fear in her eyes and gasped as she caught a teardrop from his cheek. Ignoring the dragon cock that curved up in front of his washboard scales, she flew up and held him around the neck comfortingly. There she nuzzling the wetness away.

“Y-Yeah, y-you’re okay too, I guess,” he mumbled playfully, creating a soaked set of giggles as they squeezed one another close.

“Come on, Little Ladybug,” thought Cadence with a smile, watching Twilight’s rump dangle precariously over Spike’s jagged prick and her wings working hard to keep it that way. “Don’t be shy…”

She nimbly tip-hooved closer to the hugging pair and motherly stroked Spike’s knee with a wing. He shifted to see her and gave a little gasp as he saw her hoof stretching out to touch his pride. He shuffled a little and extended his hand to silently stop her from getting to it without alerting Twilight. However, he was tenderly but insistently batted out of the way several times, as he tried to stop her from reaching it. After several tries to nudge her back, she flapped up and onto the bed, then shot out her leg and caressed it. He shut his mouth tight, humming what should have been a moan, which still alerted Twi’. She glanced down and squeaked, looking for answers as to why her brother’s wife now held her number one best assistant’s dick and was masturbating it slowly. Cadence was happy to provide.

“Spike, doesn’t this hurt?” She cooed sensitively, “wouldn’t you like some relief?”

“No!” He yelped rashly before another groan escaped him, “I-I mean, a little...” That small admission caught Twilight’s attention and her head wheeled back around to look at him, eyes bright but not shocked or furious. He glanced into them, seeing the shimmer and stammered softly. “B-But, I don’t need anything. I-It’ll go down...” He shied his head away and released his hold on her, tucking his arms and wings around himself as his carer flapped back to assess his honesty and humility. She noticed that he let his eyes flick to her again briefly and it was enough for his body to squirm at a thought that arose.

“Oh, did something here take your fancy, Little Spike?” Twilight heard Cadence ask and let her eyes drop, nostrils sucking in all of the air around her as she watched the slim pink mare lean over his lap and lick a bead of ejaculation from the end of his cock. “Mmm, delicious, sweetheart. Where did that come from, hmm?”

“Did it-” The words stuck in Twilight’s mouth. Spike’s head turned up to her slowly and although she had yet to complete the sentence, he knew what she was about to ask. He waited for it to come or pass, and his fluttering friend knew it had to come. “Did… I arouse you, Spike?”

Gulp~ His large leafy Adam's apple bobbed up in his throat, as he could just stare for a few seconds and only nod after that. The air left Twilight’s ribs with a melodic note attached to them and she bit her bottom lip slowly. She hadn’t admitted it at first, but the moment she’d turn to see him being a bad dragon moments earlier, a candle lit up in her mind. One she didn’t know she held for the drake she knew as a babe. It had warmed her inside and she had protested to hide it, but now that heat had found her nethers and she could not deny the saturation on her lowest lips. She took a seat in front of him, their gazes having not parted since the question.

“It’s okay, Twilight,” Cadence soothed between spreading coats of saliva on the knob at her nose, “if this is too much for you, I’ve got this. I can bring him the-”

“No.” Much to the surprise of Mi Amore Cadenza and Spike the very big dragon, Princess Twilight Sparkle got to her hooves. She challenged her own rational instantly, but it only showed in her face in one blink, before she was fixed on her direction once more. “A very dear friend to me told me recently that I’d do anything to make things right and I’d make sure I succeeded, too.” She placed her hooves on either side of his strong knees and levered herself up, smiling nervously but lovingly to the guy she knew from the moment his shell broke open. “I can be your first.”

That made Cadence’s ears prickle and had her shoot back out of Twlight’s way as the mare shimmied her way between his legs, still not looking at the task in front of her.

“Er, Ladybug? You know that it’s just snow, right? This isn’t the real Spike…” She leaned in to whisper as the purple pony got as far as she could, wings comfortably spread across his thighs and muzzle breathing on the throbbing prick. “This isn’t an accurate representation of what might happen between you and Spike…”

“I know,” Twilight answered with a frown, her ears flattening as her mind worked ten-to-the-dozen with this information. When the thoughts settled, one remained lit up and flashing in front of her foresight. She blushed up at him as a smile crept onto her lips, “but if it does, I’ll do the same thing there as I’m doing now. I’ll be his first.” As Cadence put her feelings about this to the back of her mind, she kept an eye on the Princess climbing up onto the slender but elegant drake, while urging him to lay back on the bed with a soft push of a hoof. Before his back had hit the sheets, she was progressing quickly across him, her hooves as light as butterfly feet with her wings flapping to keep her from dropping any weight on him. Her snout quickly arrived at his and emeralds shone into heliotropes.

Was this the right thing to do, Twilight was still asking herself at the back of her mind despite her bold words. He wasn’t just a friend, nor an assistant, he’d been a brother when Shining couldn’t be there. She raised him, she trusted him and he trusted her. Here, their trust was about to take the most challenging leap it ever could. Could they survive it? Yet, one look through the windows of his soul told her she could see he was asking the same thing.

If he’s thinking the same thing, then he cares the same way, her head explained, he would rather be unhappy and uncomfortable if it meant I was safe. He’d do that for me because he… She moved her mouth onto his larger muzzle, tilted her head and kissed him. She kissed him because she understood. She kissed him because she knew he wanted her to. She kissed him because she wanted to.

A claw moved over her back and pressed on her deftly, making her wings stop and her legs slip over his scales to cause her to straddle his stomach and chest. He tucked his other hand under her flank and scooted her forward with his new strength, then he truly kissed her back.

The Element of Magic entwined with the former Dragon Lord. It did not feel wrong. Twilight marveled at the splendor and beauty of her lover and rejoiced with tears, tongues and stroking hooves, her body feeling the embers in his belly burning strong, fueling his emotions and love for her. He did love her, didn’t he?

No, reminded her inner voice, he’s made of snow.

But he’s made of the memories from my Spike, her consciousness told her common sense, and he loves me. Ergo, Snow Spike loves me, therefore I… I love him. Her lips pulled back with a small pop of suction, her eyes characterizing the second half of her name. His tongue swept the remaining taste of her off of his lips while he waited for her next move. She smiled apprehensively, rose her rear and started to back up. Her horn gleamed and his substantial length was raised towards her petals, tail folding over her pelvis.

“Spike, I-”

“Twilight, wait!” She had been so engrossed in Spike, that she had forgotten Cadence was still in the room with them, until the unforgiving hooves pushed against her backside and stopped her within an inch of his rod, meeting her folds. She whimpered and looked back, her ears flat.

“Cadence, I… Please? I want this.”

“I know, Ladybug, but you cannot go driving a shaft even half his size into you without a little more lubrication. Come here,” without any hesitation or warning, Cadence planted both hooves on the soft parts of Twilight’s backside, then buried her face into the snatch, immediately setting her tongue to work. Twilight’s front jolted up as she whinnied in astonishment.

“Wh-What? What is-” Spike looked between Twilight’s forelegs and saw through the gap between their stomachs the Princess of Love eating out the Princess of Friendship. “Oh!”

“Ooof!” Cadence pulled back and rubbed her stomach with a blench and a scowl at his throbbing, bouncing cock. “Careful, big boy,” she croaked, “you’re as strong as you look!” She gave time for Twilight to pant and mentally prepare for the return of Cadence’s skilled muscle. Spike offered the hind princess an apology and wiggled his toes fumblingly, his claw stroking Twilight’s cheek. As they gazed to one another again, Cadence moved back in and clasped Spike’s hammer with her magic. They were kissing once more when she gracefully waltzed her tongue around Twilight’s engorged clit and rubbed Spike’s member in her magic again. Her customers gave positive sounds of appreciation.

A splatter of thick pre hit Cadence’s chest as she lapped at the winking hood. She paused to look at it, quickly scooped some in her hoof and massaged it into the puffy labium. With an extra flavorsome treat as incentive, she delved in and slurped around to the extra cries of a very pleased sister-in-law. Not once did the thought of who her brother was, or what conventional etiquettes ought to be cross her mind, as the Princess of all infatuations great and small understood this one between a little mare and her big drake. She knew that, in the future, she would have to deal with the ramifications of Twilight mating with a fake, grown up version of her sweet young friend, but she also knew that she was responsible for getting them all into this and had to help Twilight see it through to the end.

It was a final rub of Cadence’s manicured hoof on her cute little nub that caused Twilight to burst. From quaking to neighing, the purple pony’s eyes creased with a tickle of moisture on the edges and her wings flailed out, flapping like a baby bird falling from its nest. From her hot spasming cave dripped viscous oils, scented to entice even the stubbornest of mates and Caddy was hard-pressed not to snuggle her nose in and drink. This anointment from within was here to bless the next great guest to her welcoming sanctuary

As Twilight collapsed briefly on Spike, who, despite being uncontrollably aroused and eager to breed, still had the kindness to comb away her messy mane and stroke her cheek. Blindly, they both heard their third wheel slurp and groan, but only one felt the benefit of it. He moaned, groaned, even growled with satisfaction. After a few slaps of her tongue, a lot of drool and a wipe down hotdogging her puss on his penis, the shaky Mi Amore found the strength to trot around and flop on her back beside the dragon on the bed. Her legs were thrown apart carelessly and her head turned to them both.

“Y-You’re ready for each other,” she sighed, smiling hot-cheeked, “j-just take your time and no-one will get h-hurt…”

Twilight and Spike acted as they had always acted; together. He cupped her flank as she nimbly wiggled backwards, her magic levitating him once more into position. This time, nothing and nopony stopped them and Cadence looked to their expressions as her hoof cupped between her legs to enjoy this private show. When both faces gasped and shone with embarrassed excitement, she knew they’d made contact.

Together they held each other with their steamy pants mingling in the air between them. The pointed tip of the long lizard length rested on her pursed pony pocket. It was already an odd sensation for both of them and yet it felt like a long time coming, too. The subtlest of nods between them signalled they were ready to continue, and Twilight put her weight into Spike’s shovel sized hands. He needed one more bolstering gulp, before he let her decline and they both called out as he entered, stretched and filled her.

“AH-SPIIII~,”

“TWILIIII~GRRRFN!” A guttural draconic snarl oozed from Spike's gritted teeth. He paused her before she was ready to stop, not a quarter of the way inside her and already made her foal hole look like the last tunnel before Canterlot jammed up with an extra long Friendship Express. Lil’ Sparkle’s jaw was open as wide as it could go and her eyes watered at the sensations, but when she stopped him from going further, she managed to open one a little wider.

“Mmmff-Sssspike… I-I can take a l-little m-more… C-Come on, Spikey-Wikey,” protested Twilight sweetly, even though her mostly closed eye was already twitching a little. The drake steadied himself and scrunched his snout, flicking his tongue over his fangs.

“S-Spike… W-Want-Twi-Twi, I-I d-don’t wanna hurt you…”

“Yo-You never would, S-Spike,” she moaned, feeling a little more press into her, managing to reach out her hoof and unsteadily brush his mauve chop, “you’d n-never hurt me…” She kissed his claw as he pulled back one hand to stroke her fuzzy violet cheek, nuzzling against the points to prove her fact. His brow creased and he huffed through whistling lips, as he let her seat another inch of him inside of her. A shuddering nicker got the attention of both of them and they turned to a shivering Cadence, rubbing on her groin at break-neck speed while following their actions through squinted eyes.

“C-Carry on, d-don’t mind -oh-me…”

“I-Isn’t there an-anything we can do?” whimpered Twilight, moving her flank back up that same inch, then returning it to her warm crevice. Spike grunted under her, shuddering gleefully and growled with his deeper, older voice.

“A-Already on it, Twilight,” he groaned, as his arm and wing hooked around Cadence, pulling her closer to his side like a cuddly toy. Laying her on the coriaceous green inside of his wing, he ran the hand he’d coaxed Twilight with along her chest and belly now, culminating at her still clopping hoof. His delicate nailed fingers nudged her leg away and took their place, rubbing the outer limits first, before finding the wet spot and pushing inside.

“Ahh! Oh, b-buck yes, thank you Spike,” moaned Cadence gratefully, shivering and wiggling her hind as the no-longer-innocent dragon probed her, giving her the sight of him dipping in and out of her to enjoy, as well as the view of her not-so-innocent Princess sister riding him. She didn’t waste any time laying on her back and helped guide him only slightly to the places he could touch and push to really delight her insides. Pivoting and rocking her hips with him, a dopey smile fell over her face and her tongue dripped from one corner of her mouth.

Sparkle watched her special little guy’s claws pump Cadence and her body took over at the mere arousing vision before her. She used what she had inside her already and started pushing from behind with gasps, whimpers and whines. The more Spike’s spike pressed and slipped him backward and forwards along her slick slide, the more it smeared his pre into her channel and encouraged her to gush again. As her cunny clenched down on him, her body thrummed with waves of stimulated passion and her head swirled as she’d been into Applejack’s private batch of the strongest cider. She straightened up and tossed back her head in a loud neigh when her added weight squeezed him halfway deep inside her while her slippery waters streamed down around his meaty pillar.

“Ah-mmmf...n-nnnf…. Y-You’re… So tight, Twil- Rrrf… I-I…“ Spike shut his eyes hard again and snorted fiercer, his finger delving deeper into the pink pony squelching on his fast-moving hand. His tail whapped hard from one bedpost to the other, and he took no notice and did not cry out in pain. His foot paws shifted up onto the bed, knees raising behind Twilight’s back and his hips gyrated up to help the column fit further inside her. “S-Spike… Spike wants-”

“SPIKE TAKE!” Twilight found her voice disembodied and out of control from her physical body, yelling out without her ability to stop her mouth from moving or her voice from calling. The little bubble on consciousness she now resided in could only squeal warnings at the back of her mind as the outside force puppeteering her, fueled by a love for the dragon and devotion to his drilling spire, now gave him access to properly take her. She saw his eyes widen at the prospect and faintly heard him ask if she was sure, as his claw dipped and stopped inside his writhing, panting pony glove.

“No!” She wailed in the cage of her subconscious.

“YES!” The imposter screamed, bouncing in his lap and gleefully delighting in the way the nubs and bumps on his cock rumbled back and forth in a strip against her sweetest places. Some even tormented her clit in the most glorious ways and she was sure the trembles even reached the elusive G…

Twilight flapped her wings in panic when she found the bed was no longer under her hooves. She looked around, finding the room moving around her, but she was still safe in Spike’s sturdy grasp, as he moved from the bed, to the furthest wall by the burning hearth. His length added extra support to keep her upright, but it jumped and pounced even further into her ever strained open slot, nearing three-quarters and now busting the pointed top through her cervix. She only briefly caught sight of Cadence rolling over on the bed to watch, before her back was pushed into the crested wallpaper by the fireplace and the whole world became a mix of purples and greens. Spike had pinned her to the wall, completely off of her hooves, and was hammering her like a lustful picture being nailed to the wall.

“RRRRRRF! S-SPIKE….. TAKE!” He released a roar and she felt the flame blister some of the paint on the ceiling above her head, and still, she was not afraid. Maybe now he had truly fucked her senseless or she had lost that incredible brain of hers to the wonders of his draconic dong. but still, she trusted the beast. Her legs and wings were the limbs of a doll that she could do nothing with and when she looked down she could see him threatening to bust through her belly like an alien baby, but she still felt secure and loved and happy. Sweat flew, tears dropped and her excitement became a troublesome stain for the paid cleaners on the walls and floors, but she did not care about that. All she wanted, all she needed, all she craved was-

“SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!”

The boy dragon accelerated in years had been stroked magically and physically, incited visually and mentally, licked, ground on and now was as close as he could get to being hilted inside a mare who meant the world to him. Indeed, he’d always have a place for Rarity and he’d never refuse to put her in the same honored position, yet for him and Twilight, this was special. This meant something and now it was nearing the end. He shut his eyes hard, letting the emotional salty rain sprinkle despite the lustful, animalistic part of him claiming her as his mare and he warned her with a yowl rather than a snarl that he was almost there. His whacking bag of nuts under her tailhole drew in, his body tensed up, and Twilight was squeezed between a hard wall and a harder dragon.

“TWILLLLIIIIIIAGHHHHH!”

She was already on the edge of a cliff with black creeping into her eyesight through the corners when she heard him howl, felt the reverberation of his last few clumsy thrusts, then pressure as he seized her sanctum with all the fat, filling fornicating tool it could receive. She accepted the flooding donation, and soon, with nowhere else for it to go, her womb bloated and she ballooned with the soup of his infatuation. She cuddled it like it was his egg and brayed in giddy, love-drunk happiness while he exploded with the pride all newly mated dragons felt. He could have kept going and going, but as his sweet, kind baby dragon mind returned inside the body of the hungry, greedy big drake, he looked down and saw her swaying, struggling and sagging.

Panting and grumbling contentedly in the pit of his throat, he turned and staggered back over to the bed. Cadence, breathless from diddling herself as she had watched them helped to receive the little wet and weather-beaten Princess, as they both ensured she lay down. When she was down and safe Spike subsequently wiggled and tugged until he came loose, his staff springing from the opening like a dart from a trap, chemtrails of cum following from the end as it continued spluttering them out. He landed on his tail with a grunt and a hiss, and crumpled his face at the feeling of it bending unnaturally. He reached down and started to move it out from under him. but stopped at the sight in front.

The mulberry legs were still flopped out, the mound between them a misshapen ‘O’, while his snow blitz poured like an avalanche from the gapping portal. Princess Cadence had moved over to look into it in awe and licked her lips, leaning down for a soft dive of her tongue through the draining offerings with a filthy flash of her eyes at him. She tipped her head back, swallowed and sighed happily with one ear cocked to listen to Twilight’s incoherent ramblings and shallow moans.

“W-Wow…. That was something, Ladybug… Are you okay?” She asked sisterly, reaching over to stroke the drenched purple mane with flamingo highlights. Between ravenous swallows of air, she gave a long and zealously rich smile, and cuddled her forelegs under her chin, peering across at her sister, before toppling her head towards Spike.

“That… W-Was…. I… ah- I … Love…” The few disjointed words were all that came. Her eyes closed on the last utterance and a deep, heated blanket of exhaustion draped over her. As her mind powered down for the rest of the day, she thought she heard Cadence in some distant place somewhere.

“...I hope your time’s not up yet, Spikey-Wikey… I’ve wanted to try this for a while…”

Spike’s elated roars came again in the far-off place, yet she still drifted towards the dreamscape. Before Princess Luna opened the moonlit gates and let her into the garden of fantasies, she ensured two thoughts remained on her mind when she awoke.

The first was that she would always prove her love for Spike no matter what.

The second was that she had to make sure they still saw Princess Celestia that Hearth’s Warming night. She now knew how she could make things right for her teacher again…

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Author's Note

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The idea of Spike was a late addition to this story... hopefully it works.

Thank you to Syn and AA for their editing on this story.

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Duskhoof