Part 1: Opportune Romance
Author's Note
Twilight Sparkle: Age 29
Spike: Age 18
Part 1: Opportune Romance
***A Patriot Pony Production***
Bored. Absolutely bored. That’s how Spike felt lounging out on his favorite sofa in the palace living area.
What was there to do? Nothing. Spike was a social creature, and all of his friends were busy with their own daily tasks, leaving him with no pony to socialize with. Pinkie Pie? She was working at the Sugarcube Corner. Applejack? Apple bucking, no doubt. The Crusaders would have been at school by now. Everypony has something to do except for him.
So what was there to do for a lonely dragon without even a conversation to contribute to? In times like these, most often turned to his comic books, but he’d clawed through every graphic novel he owned, thus bringing him full circle to the crisis he was now experiencing.
Spike leaned into the sofa’s armrest and kicked his legs up, hooking them over the back of the furniture. He’d resorted to counting books by the color of their spines on the nearby bookshelves, tiptoeing ever closer to madness. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of approaching footsteps that he came out of his boredom-induced trance.
“Spike?” It was Twilight, to no surprise. “Uhg... What have I told you about sitting that way on the couch?
Spike quickly adjusted his posture and sat in the correct way, with his back against the cushions and feet on the floor. At the same time, Twilight came around the corner, carrying a black duffel bag. She dropped the bag, and it hit the floor with a heavy ‘thud’, but Spike was far more attentive towards the way Twilight was dressed.
The young princess sported a bright pink training bra trimmed with black straps that wrapped around her back under her arms. Around her waist were black running shorts that cut off nearly at the top of her thighs, and coming up her legs were pink high socks boating white accent stripes. Her athletic outfit exemplified the curves on her otherwise covered body, causing Spike’s chest to twist into a pretzel.
Twilight noticed his stare and grinned. “What do you think? It’s good, right?” Without waiting for him to respond, she twirled around, giving him a perfect view of everything else she had to offer. “Rarity helped me pick out these clothes. We were gonna start doing yoga today, but she canceled. Her only reasoning was something came up with a client of hers... but no matter.”
She reached down for her duffel bag, perhaps unintentionally gifting Spike an unrestricted view of her deep cleavage before rising to her full height again. “I was just about to go anyway. No sense in letting a perfectly good yoga lesson go to the waste right?”
The pause that followed her question should have been a que for Spike to respond, but he was still distracted, left utterly speechless by her sexual appeal. He had to wonder if she was doing it on purpose, teasing him like that, but what if she wasn’t? What if it was all just an accident, and he’d just never noticed how good she looked before? His thoughts turned briefly to all of the times she had practically raised him, acting more like a big sister than a friend.
Spike came back to reality by a wave of her hand. A little dazed, he shook his head, failing to notice that she had still been talking. “Huh? Wh-What?”
Twilight scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. “This is exactly my point, Spike. I was just asking if you’d like to come with me to my yoga session. You know, since Rarity won’t be there. I’m allowed a single partner, but if you’re too busy...”
Spike bounded up from the sofa. “No!” His reaction startled Twilight, causing her to recoil slightly. “I mean... I’m not busy at all. Just... Um... Just give me a minute to change.”
Twilight must have been satisfied with his answer, because a wide smile came over her face. “Alright. I’ll wait for you by the door.”
***
A little while later, the two of them walked together out of the palace and down the dirt path towards Ponyville. Spike didn’t feel nearly as prepared for a real workout as Twilight must have felt, having only a simple shirt, athletic shorts, and a pair of semi-comfortable shoes.
The princess assured him that their yoga session wouldn’t be so physically strenuous. They’d only have their own room for just an hour anyway, but that was an hour Spike would rather spend outside of the palace doing literally anything other than what he was doing before.
They entered the gym, and Spike followed Twilight down a side corridor, remaining mindful not to stare at anything he shouldn’t. The temptation grew, however, with every swish of her multi-colored tail. His eyes were drawn to the smooth swaying of her hips, and as his boxers tightened under his shorts, he began to have second thoughts about joining her.
What if he had a hard on and she saw it? An apocalyptically awkward walk home would likely be the best case scenario, and Spike didn’t dare imagine the worst.
“Well, this is our room.” Twilight adjusted the shoulder strap on her bag before resting her hands on her hips. “Come on, Spike. This is gonna be fun.”
He swallowed hard, praying that his sense of impending dread would overcome his growing erecting. “Yeah... I’m right behind you.”
Inside the little room, Twilight tossed her duffel bag to the side and immediately began to stretch, raising her arms high above her head and interlocking her fingers. Spike stared in awe from the doorway as her breasts kept their curvaceous shape inside the pink sports-bra.
Twilight’s eyes caught his own, and she flashed him an inviting smile. “Well, Spike? Are you gonna come inside, or what?”
He swallowed hard again, suppressing his urge to walk back the way he came. His feet moved against his mind, shuffling him inside the little room and closer towards Twilight.
Upon entering the room, Spike realized it was smaller than he had imagined it to be. It had a hardwood floor and beige walls. Off to the side were racks containing an assortment of lifting weights and medicine balls as well as some foam mats.
Twilight picked up two of the mats and tossed one at him. “Here, Spike... This one’s for you.”
He caught it instinctively and immediately used it to cover the stiffening tent in his shorts. Meanwhile, Twilight was already rolling out her own mat onto the hardwood floor.
Looking back at him, she beckoned with a wave of her hand and motioned for him to Join. “You can set yours down right here. We’ll start off with some easy stretches, alright?”
Curiously optimistic, Spike’s horny mind was taken away from its idle thoughts, and he moved to place his mat down beside hers. “Like this?”
Twilight beamed at him. “Perfect, Spike. Though, maybe move a little closer, huh? I’m not going to bite.” He did as she asked and moved his mat until it was adjacent to hers, nearly touching. “Good... Now, you can just follow after me.”
The princess was already on her hands and knees, a lewd position to begin with, but it was amplified by her outfit. Twilight left out a soft groan as she moved her arms forward, keeping her hands flat against the mat while arching her back and raising her hips.
Spike watched her intently before attempting to do the same. It was just a stretch, but he found it harder to perform than expected. Where Twilight moved with ease and grace, like a cat, he was stiff and sore, leading him to think that he really did need this yoga session after all.
“Hold that pose, Spike.” Twilight rose back up to her knees and shuffled across the mats until she was practically joining him on his own foam pad. “Let me help.”
If he was struggling so badly that she could tell from the corner of her gaze, he must have been in real trouble, so Spike allowed her to place her hands on his. “Keep your hands like this for me...” Then, her fingers began to wander, moving across his sides to his legs, eventually stopping on his thighs. With little persuasion, she moved his legs from the inside until they were parted slightly. “You’re too tight, Spike. You need to loosen up a little.”
Spike didn’t dare ‘loosen up’ as her hands neared his erection, which had begun to grow in intensity at her touch. It was kept concealed only by his this athletic shorts. Admittedly, her adjustments to his form did help a bit, but he was still in a bad way.
Letting out a long sigh, Twilight sat upright and motioned for him to do the same. “Why don’t you just help me with some of my stretches? Maybe you can better catch on after seeing me do them.”
He figured she could be right, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that his lack of performance was causing her disappointment. Regardless of his feelings, however, Twilight still wanted him to be there with her, so he persevered.
“Could you sit behind me? You know, like I am?” Her legs were crossed in front of her, and she patted the mat behind her. Spike understood and took his place behind the princess. “Good... Now, place your hands on my torso, and try to keep me centered while I move.”
Spike hesitated before carefully taking hold of her body, wrapping his arms around her sides and grabbing her torso as instructed. His hands sat just below her breasts, partly touching both her fur and bra. “Like th-this?”
He was certain she would correct him. She would tell him to mind his hands or even move them herself, but no such correction came. “Yes, Spike. That’s great. Now, keep me centered, alright?”
Then, she began to twist the top half of her body from right to left, all while Spike help on tight. Her movements caused her breasts to graze ever so slightly over the tops of his hands, but he said nothing, and neither did Twilight, for that matter. She continued to shift and twist, but there were soon problems. The sweat that had begun to coat his fingertips was causing his grip to loosen.
“Come a little closer, Spike. You gotta hold on tighter.” Twilight scooted back into him until her hips were nestled comfortably between his parted legs.
The position of his hands moved too, having traveled up slightly as she moved further back into his embrace. He was nearly cupping her large breasts now, but she said nothing in protest.
Now nervous beyond all belief, about both his hand placement and his hard on pressing into her back, Spike’s breathing had grown fast and shallow. “Is this alright?”
Without looking over her shoulder, Twilight offered him a little nod. “Yeah, Spike... You’re doing just fine. Just... hold on tight.”
He did as he was told, and Twilight began to stretch again. This time, raising her arms above her head like she had done before, locking her fingers together before twisting. As she moved, so did his hands. Clammy with sweat, he couldn’t help loose his grip, and as Twilight shifted again, his palms landed right on her bra, pressing into her mounds.
Spike froze in terror and released his grip, but no anger came, not even a sudden slap. Instead, Twilight’s movements slowed a little, but nothing else changed. Fueled now by his own aroused curiosity, he pawed at her breasts a second time, pressing his fingers into her flesh through the bra. Twilight’s lips parted, and she let out a sharp gasp, but no shouts or words of anger followed.
His fingers parted, and for the first time, he intentionally grabbed her breasts, offering both mounds a gentle squeeze. Spike’s heart was racing in his chest. It was the first time he’d ever touched a mare in such a way, having only ever experienced it in his imagination. He groped Twilight’s breasts a second time, and she let out a pitiful moan.
The princess lowered her arms over his, locking his hands in position over her bra. “Don’t stop...” Spike wasn’t sure if he’d heard her correctly, but then, her arms moved again until her hands rested over his. Her weight was entirely supported by him as she leaned back.
It wasn’t until she squeezed his hands that he understood that she was actually asking him to continue. “I said... don’t... stop...”
Spike let out a sharp breath along the back of Twilight’s neck as he squeezed her breasts again and again, now contracting his fingers in an alternating pace. In the little room, her moans echoed off of the walls, growing louder as his groping continued. “Yes... Oh, Spike, that’s so good...”
Encouraged by the tone of her voice, Spike took a leap and slipped his hands into her bra through the top, feeling her bare cleavage and then her bare flesh until at long last, he felt her hardening nipples brush against his palms.
“Ooooh! Spike, your hands...”
Fearing he’d finally gone too far and crossed a line, Spike retracted his hands hurriedly. “Twilight, im sorry, I... I don’t know why I did that...”
She spun around to face him, and the look in her eyes frightened him. It wasn’t an angry look. Rather, she looked more like a hungry predator that had cornered its prey. “I didn’t mean to stop you, Spike.” Then, Twilight crossed her arms and grabbed onto the straps of her bra. “I just wanted you to have easier access...” In one swift motion, she pulled the sports-bra up her chest and over her head, taking it off completely.
Spike was utterly speechless as his eyes soaked in Twilight’s topless form. Without the constraints of the bra, her breasts now fell freely, thought they remained round and full, despite not being forced into shape anymore. “Go on, Spike. Keep doing what you were doing... Please...”
Timidly, Spike licked his lips and reached for her naked breasts, eventually placing his hands firmly on Twilight’s bare flesh. Her hard nipples poked his fingers as they ran back and forth across the surface of her boobs. Every so often, he’d give them a hard squeeze, causing Twilight to moan with excitement.
Feeling bold again, he leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on her left boob, his cheek nestling into her cleavage. Spike looked up from her chest, and his eyes met hers. He searched for any sign of doubt, but saw only her delighted grin.
He kissed her boob again, this time a little bit closer to the dark areola that surrounded her nipple. When he kissed her flesh a third time, he landed right on her nipple and even tugged little with his mouth.
Twilight moaned and squirmed, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight. “Yes, Spike... Oh, yes... Suck on them harder...”
Spike found strength in her encouraging words and kissed her nipple again, and again, and again before switching to the other one. He buried his face in her breasts, still unable to fathom if it was real, if it was actually happening, but Twilight’s childish moans came to him like a beautiful song.
It wasn’t until a few moments of suckling on Twilight’s breasts had passed that Spike desperately needed to take a deep breath of air, and as he did just that, he noticed Twilight’s hands had left his back and were now tugging at his shorts.
“Twi-Twilight!” Spike gasped aloud as she pulled harder. “What are you-“
“What do you think?” Her words sliced his in half before she sealed the question with an answer of her own, a kiss on his lips. It was full contact, her mouth pressed against his. Not only that, however, it was his very first kiss, real and passionate, and it was shared with Twilight!
While he was stunned by the sudden act of love perpetrated by the princess, she had swiftly pulled his shorts and boxers down to his knees, exposing his throbbing member to the open air. Rendered helpless, Spike could only watch as she descended on his private part like a vulture.
Twilight took the shaft in her hand, licking her lips ravenously as her eyes darted upward to meet his dream-like gaze. “It’s okay, Spike... I’ve wanted this for so long. I know it’s your first time. That’s why I want it to be me...”
She sounded so sincere. Spike couldn’t help but trust her as she held the rod of his member in her hand, stroking it at a modest pace. “Everything will be alright, I promise.”
Then, Twilight opened her mouth and took his cock inside. Her lips wrapped around the circumference of the shaft, and like he had previously done to her nipples, she began to tug on it with her mouth. Spike could only watch in awe as Twilight sucked on his shaft, her head bobbing up and down at a steady pace now.
The feeling was incredible, nearly indescribable, like something he’d never experienced before. The inside of her mouth was warm and slick with saliva, and every time her head came up, there was a quick brush of cold air before the warmth of her mouth enveloped his cock again. Occasionally he’d feel her teeth ever so gently graze the sides of his shaft, and he’d alert her with a squirm, but he didn’t once complain. How could he?
Twilight looked to be enjoying it just as much as he was, occasionally looking up to stare into his eyes. Her moans, now joined by subtle gags, echoed throughout the small room, all muffled due to the placement of his cock inside her mouth.
Spike was close, now, so unbelievably close to reaching his climax, and he was about to do it inside Twilight’s mouth. He couldn’t believe it, even as it was happening in front of him. His stomach began to twist and churn as a great pressure built up inside his loins. “Twili-Twilight... Twilight, I’m...”
Then, it happened. Her eyes widened. His warning arrived too late, and he released several squirts of of hot semen from into her mouth. Despite this, she held on, not relenting for a moment as his climax continued. Waves of pure intensity washed over Spike as he finished emptying his semen reserves into Twilight’s mouth. He was completely exhausted and ready to collapse.
When he was finished, Twilight at long last relented and rose from her aggressive position, allowing Spike’s now limp shaft to fall clumsily from her mouth. As he watched her, a stream of his own creamy fluids trickled from the corner of her lips until her tongue came along and licked them clean. Then, she swallowed.
“Oh, Spike...” Her breathing was as deep and heavy as his own. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
While Spike was still stunned over the fact that he was still awake and what had happened was a reality, she climbed to her feet and began to reach for her bra. “Wa-Wait, what? What are you doing now?”
As she pulled her bra down over her chest and began fitting her breasts back into the constrictive cups, she shot him a strange look. “Spike, you don't seriously expect us to continue here, do you? What we did was risky enough, and these doors don’t lock.”
Stunned again, he allowed her to pull him to his feet. “So... You mean you... I mean, you really want to...”
Despite his stammering, Twilight beamed and nodded her head. “Yes, Spike... I’ve got a royal-sized bed at the palace, you know, and...” Her fingers danced down his chest until they ticked against his crotch. “... we’d have all the time in the world.”
Spike understood the implications, and his heart skipped a beat. How could he refuse?
***Up Next: Pressed Firmly***
