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Part 1: The Naked Towel
***A Patriot Pony Production***
Spike looked up from his comic book, confused by the faint sounds of singing echoing through the palace corridors. It was still early in the day, and Twilight and Starlight were out on business, leaving him with the palace to himself. Perplexed by what he heard, he set the daring adventures of Dragon Man aside and rose from his bed to investigate the sounds.
He opened his bedroom door cautiously and peered into the hallway. His ears confirmed his suspicions as the faint sounds of singing grew ever so slightly in volume. Spike turned his head to test the direction and determined it was coming from the bathroom down the hall. Curious as well as slightly afraid, he found his nerve and left the safety of his bedroom behind.
With every step, the singing got louder and ever more clear. It was a woman’s voice. That much he had figured out. Then came the sound of rushing water. Someone in the bathroom was taking a shower.
Spike stopped outside of the door and raised a closed fist. After a moment of hesitation, he knocked on the door, and the singing stopped.
“Oh! Who is it?”
The voice from inside the bathroom was Pinkie Pie’s! Spike was certain of it. Feeling much better knowing it was a friend he knew, he began to relax. “It’s me, Spike.”
The sound of running water stopped, and moments later, the door opened up into the corridor, revealing a very wet, very nude Pinkie Pie, covered only by a white towel. In one hand was a body brush while the other sat squarely on her curvy waist. Across her lips was a wide smile.
“Well, good morning to you, Spike! I’ll bet you’re wondering why I’m here.”
Still distracted by her voluptuous form contained by a tightly wrapped towel, Spike struggled to fit together a response. “I... uh, yeah...”
His face felt hot. It could have been the cloud of steam that came through the open door or the blood rushing to his cheeks. Either way, he was beyond embarrassed. He considered turning and walking away to save what was left of his shame.
Pinkie, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice. Despite her nudity, she stood casually in the open.
“It’s a long story, Spike. Well, maybe not that long. I was bringing some pastries that Twilight requested, you see? But get this, she wasn’t home! I figured it would be alright to leave them inside, but that’s when I had an accident...” She gestured to the pile of clothes in the corner, dirty and covered in what Spike assumed was a red, sugary jam. “Anyway, I needed to wash up, so I borrowed your shower. I hope you don’t mind...”
Spike shook his head hurriedly. “N-N-No! not at all, Pinkie!” He glanced towards her dirty clothes again. “If you want, I could take these and wash them while you finish up. It wouldn’t be any trouble.”
The older girl beamed at him, and her eyes lit up. “You’d do that for me? Oh, Spike, you’re such a gentleman!”
Then, she surprised him with a kiss. Not a friendly peck on the cheek, but a kiss on the lips, full contact.
For Spike, who was a young adult of just eighteen years and kissed a girl maybe one other time, the act of appreciation caused his mind to explode with fireworks. One second passed, then another. After several seconds, their lips were still connected, and his chest was twisting into knots.
When the kiss finally did break, Pinkie expelled a hot breath onto his cheek. “Sorry, Spike... I guess I got a little carried away. You didn’t mind, did you?”
He didn’t know what to think. His head was still ringing while his heart performed backflips in his aching chest. “I... No... It’s alright. You’re fine. You...” His words faltered into silence as he realized he was rambling like an idiot.
The look Pinkie Pie was giving him didn’t help either. Her eyes were half closed, and her lips curled into a sexy grin. “Spike, before you take my clothes, could you help me with something else?”
The ringing in his ears stopped. “Huh? Sure, I guess. What is it?”
Pinkie Pie eyed the body brush in her hand. “Well, I had a pretty nasty fall and got sticky all over. This brush doesn’t exactly reach all the places it needs to, so...” Her eyes met his again. “Would you mind reaching those places for me?”
The sound of rushing blood thundered in Spike’s ears. He was almost certain he hadn’t heard her right, but the inviting look on her face was unwavering. She was asking him to wash her.
Absolute shock glued his feet to the floor. He couldn’t move in either direction, be it into the bathroom or back down the corridor, so Pinkie made up him mind for him. She took his hands in her own and pulled him tenderly inside. “Come on, Spiky... It’ll be fun.”
He heard the door close behind him before Pinkie quickly reappeared. Then, in one swift motion, she dropped her towel, allowing the cloth to fall gracefully to her bare feet on the tiled floor. Nothing was held back, and she allowed him to see her naked body unobstructed.
“Well? What do you think?” She took her sizable breasts in her hands and juggled them playfully. “Do you like them? I’m sure you do, because you can’t seem to stop staring.”
Alarmed by the notion of ogling Pinkie Pie’s boobs, Spike quickly turned his gaze to his own feet and stared at the floor. “Pinkie, I... I’m so sorry...”
Still wearing her sly grin, she stroked a finger under his chin, raising his gaze to meet hers. “Don’t be silly, Spike. I’m glad you like them. Most girls would never admit it, but they like it when a nice boy like you admires her boobs.”
With her standing so close, he could feel the heat radiating from her pale skin. He also got a great look at her breasts, more than he ever could have dreamt of. He always thought Pinkie was the busty one in the group, but he never thought he’d get the chance to see her in the nude.
While he was distracted by her flesh, she grabbed onto the tails of his shirt and began pulling it up to his chest. “Let’s get rid of these, Spiky.”
Not even sure if what was happening was real or a vivid dream, Spike timidly raised his arms over his head and allowed Pinkie Pie to take off his shirt. Then, with his chest as bare as hers, she moved down to his pants. They never stood a chance and came off with little resistance. All that remained now was his briefs, which were tightened against his legs due to the bulge growing in his crotch.
Pinkie Pie licked her lips as she hooked her thumbs into the top of his briefs, keeping her eyes fixed on his. “Don’t be shy, Spike. Show me what you’ve got...”
She pulled down his underwear, and his erect member sprang into action, rising to attention to greet her. Pinkie gasped gently at the sight of it, and her smile widened. “Oh, Spike... You have grown!”
Spike had never felt so uncomfortable, yet so aroused as Pinkie Pie eyed his erect penis. Then, time seemed to slow down as she descended to her knees, lowering herself before him until her lips were level with his cock as it pointed directly at her face. He let out a sharp gasp as her hand gently brushed against his hardened shaft.
“We’ll get in the shower soon...” Her fingers slowly closed around his member. He could now feel her every breath hitting the tip of his cock. “I just want one little taste...”
Pinkie’s lips parted before closing around his member, taking the entire tip inside her mouth. Spike’s heart pounded against his chest at an alarming rate. In an instant, his lifelong crush for Rarity seemed like a distant memory. Pinkie Pie now occupied his thoughts and his every desire.
He stared down at her in disbelief, unable to process what was happening as she stared back up at him with his penis in her mouth. Pinkie sucked on his cock sweetly, making small movements at first but taking more and more of his shaft inside her with every pass. Every so often, she’d offer a quiet moan, muffled by her closed lips, to let him know that she was enjoying herself. Minute after minute passed, and she continued to please him orally without relenting.
Eventually, Spike placed his hands on her head and felt her damp, pink hair. She didn’t seem to mind at all, and, if anything, her pace quickened. This caused him to begin thrusting subtly into her mouth. Pinkie Pie gaged slightly, but she didn’t stop or protest.
Holding on to her head, he pushed harder and faster into her mouth. The feelings of pleasure were beginning to overwhelm him. “Pi-Pinkie... I can’t... I’m going to...”
Her eyes widened. Pinkie Pie fell back on her rear, causing his member to fall out of her mouth before he could achieve what might have been the greatest orgasm he’d ever experienced.
Spike was stunned. Probably mere seconds from his climax, the feelings had stopped. “Pinkie, wh... what? Why?”
Looking up at him from the floor, flashed him a dirty grin and wiped the saliva from her chin. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”
She raised her hand, and reluctantly, Spike took it, helping her up. “Don’t get me wrong, Spiky. You’re really cute, and I’d love nothing more than to let you cum in me...”
Spike couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Knowing Pinkie Pie had a crush on him was one thing, but knowing her feelings for him were sexual was another. “But you... Why’d you stop then?”
Pinkie grinned, baring her teeth as she turned around to face the glass shower door, presenting her ass to him like a gift on Hearths Warming Eve. “My mouth wasn’t where I wanted you to cum, silly...”
She looked back at him, over her shoulder as she parted her cheeks, showing him a full view of her dripping, hairy slit. “Come on, Spike... I want you to give it to me... Please...”
Her voice was raspy with anticipation. With her hands planted firmly against the glass door now, she waited with her ass out, ready to accept his sword in her sheath.
Spike was frozen with uncertainty. Never in his wildest imagination did he ever thing the opportunity to fuck any one of his closest friends would present itself to him, but here it was. He loved Pinkie Pie, he really did. He respected her too. She was his friend, and because of that, he didn’t think he was capable of doing what she was asking him to do.
“Come oooooon, Spiky...” She wiggled her ass before him in a playful manner. “What are you waiting for, a formal invitation?” Pinkie looked back at him with one eyebrow raised. “You’re not gonna chicken out on me are you, not when I need you most?”
That wasn’t it, not in the slightest, but she began to mock him by imitating the sounds of a chicken, clucking while she waved her ass back and worth. Spike’s heart thundered in his ears. His fists closed tightly as her mocking continued. It was clear that she wasn’t going to let it go, so he decided to shut her up.
Spike grabbed her ass cheeks with each hand, and the chicken noises stopped, but before Pinkie Pie could say anything, he rammed his cock into her slit, plunging his shaft deep into her womb. The cry that followed echoed throughout the bathroom and could most certainly be heard out in the hall if anyone was there to hear it.
“Oh, Spike! Oh, yes!” Pinkie Pie cried out with every thrust as Spike pushed in and out. Their moans and grunts quickly synced until they shared a sort of sexual harmony. “That’s it, Spike... Ah... Ah... Ah...”
Motivated by her lustful sounds, he picked up his pace, slamming harder and faster into her slit. He pressed her into the glass and reached around her body embracing her from behind and grasping onto her massive breasts.
Pinkie Pie didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. If anything, it turned her on even more. “Oh, Spiky... So, Ah! So grabby...” Her high-pitched moans were escalating in volume. “You know... Ah... I’ve- Ah... I’ve always wanted- Ah... you to feel my cookies... Ah!”
She let out a loud squeal as he pinched her nipples. “Spike, you’re amazing! You rock my world!” While pounding into her womb, he groped and squeezed her flesh and did everything else that he could to make her scream. “Fuck me, Spike! Fuck me harder!”
Something inside him clicked, some kind of inner basic instinct. He stopped thrusting and pulled back.
Surprised, Pinkie Pie looked back at him, but she had no time to ask why he’d stopped before Spike flipped her around, pushing her back into the glass door. He grabbed her left leg by the thigh and lifted it up, and without a moment to lose, he plunged his member back inside her slit.
Pinkie Pie threw her arms around his back and buried her nails into his skin. Her screams were more vocal than ever, now. She moaned and howled into his ear as he rearranged her insides. “Ahhhh! Spike, you beast! Fuck!”
He began to feel numb, but he didn’t dare stop. The feeling he had before when she was blowing him returned in force, but he didn’t dare relent. Nothing was going to stop him this time. Nothing was going to get in his way of claiming Pinkie Pie and competing the act of intercourse.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh, Spike, I’m gonna-“
She bit down into his neck, and the inner walls of her womb slammed together, squeezing his shaft tightly as she arrived at the peak of her orgasm. That pushed Spike over the edge, and he too climaxed, pumping his seed deep into her womb.
This lasted for almost a minute until his member fell limp and retreated from her slit. Once the way was clear, a milky mixture of their fluids began to leak from her vagina.
Still taking deep breaths, the two lovers stared intensely into each other’s eyes, basking in the afterglow of what they had just done and enjoying every moment of it. Eventually, however, the blissful silence was broken when Pinkie Pie softly cleared her throat. “Um... Spike?”
Not taking his eyes off of hers, he swallowed hard. “Ye-Yeah, Pinkie?”
She flashed him a sweet and suggestive smile. “I’m still not clean, you know...” She gestured to the shower behind her. “You got another round in you?”
***Up Next: Falling in Love***
