~ Epilogue ~

Different Kind of Sharing the Bath

It didn't take the duo long to catch up on the events, to patch through what they needed to, though not before long, both of them reeking of sex—the smell had caught to them. It didn't take long before the idea of a bath was needed. Showering, of course, was a tad dangerous.

"I still don't get why teleportation out from there was so hard."

Twilight rolled her eyes on resting on a raised palm, the dragon strolling to the tub, who was getting everything ready. She turned around and barked up to the underside of his jaw. "How many times do I have to tell you? My power is still the same, but its capacity relativity shrinks to me being small. I'm weaker and objects are heavier now. Teleportation out of your stomach would still require a great distance."

Spike chuckled as he leaned forward and the palm lowered, his torso shooting overhead, that slender chest of curved pecs. Light but suiting his overall physique. The wish to lay back on one, as the dragon laid back as well. To explore the slender greatness of his body would be a treat.

"And here I thought you'd wanted to rent out a room."

Twilight laughed and her gaze travelled from the chest to his collarbone, its pronounced shape, the desire to walk across it as though it were a great log of wood in a forest somewhere. The dragon pulled at a tap from greatly afar. Blurry and expansive were the edges of the tub. Waterfall summoned from its tap as the hurling of the torrent crashed down.

"Closest place I'd think of bunking would be the front of your underwear, Spike."

Everything froze. Both the giant and the tiny. The words keeping in the air and persisting as the waterfall became like a dam unleashing torrents on torrents of withheld water. Crashing into the empty of the tub's ocean, filling it, as both were still and silent in the admittance of the previous fact.

Then the dragon stood up and raised his palm with him, the world lowering around Twilight, as she came up, all so very close, to before his snout. His eyes were narrowed with an eyebrow possessing the arch of a bridge. "You want to explain yourself a bit better Twi?"

"J-Joke! It was a joke!"

"Joke now?"

"Mmhmmm!" Nervous laughter to hide the seed of her crime. "Just joking! B-Because of all we went through! You're pretty impressive down there, Spike—no joke! T-Though I don't have a way of knowing how good due to—"

"And just how did you wind up there in the first place?"

Twilight forgot her next words before they were even spoken. Here was the mass of a dragon staring at her, a world away and a world around, a skyscraper in reverse as the thickness of his torso shot downward. "O-Oh that! It is. W-Well. You s-see..."

She continued to sit and bunched her legs to herself again. Heart racing and body fuzzy and the need to lie present. But... she couldn't. The girl couldn't bring herself to be so horrible. Doing what she did, getting out of it so easily... to then lie on top of it.

To lie to the dragon, she wanted to become closer with her, yet in every action, it caused them to be further apart. It just wouldn't do. Shake of her head to settle her will on doing what was right. Damn the consequences that would follow.

"Spike? I... have something to confess."

His gigantic eyes went wider at the use of words, and he ended up sitting at the edge of a tub, the ocean, still filling, beneath and behind him. The spade of his tail resting into the rising waters like a monster beneath the sea. Little flicks summoning tremendous waves.

And then the boy sighed. "What did you do now, Twilight?"

There it came in the pouring of the water. Steam coming from the ocean floor. Nothing in the room but the duo, naked in more ways than one, together, in a way no so for a while. Twilight looked at her feet and wiggled her toes for the sake of an excuse to have her eyes on them.

"I... haven't had much experience, y-y'know, with b-b-boys throughout most of my life." The words were hard to get out and they sounded so weak because of exactly that which they admitted. It sounded so hollow and each thorn-syllable needed to be squeezed out through her throat. "Beyond you? There's only been a few I've swung close to. But I've never had any proper friends that were stallions. Closest I've ever had to a friend in the opposite sex has always been you."

Spike chuckled and his eyes dashed to the tub, seeing how the water pool, maybe thankful for a place to set his sights on. At least he had the higher ground in more areas than one. Needing to know when to close the tap and all that. "And here I thought I was your closest friend overall."

"You are."

He looked back at her.

And surprisingly enough.

She looked up to the scary and gigantic dragon that she loved.

"You were my first friend, my best friend and, despite all that has happened, my greatest friend of all." Twilight smiled at him, though it wavered, and she had to fight to keep it. "I love all the girls and all the new friends I met on the way." She chuckled. "I don't hold anyone as better—only different. But even then... I've always held a sweet spot for you."

Spike came to smirk without meaning to. "That's due to veteran status. Your mental breakdowns were way worse back then."

"Oh hush."

"Make me."

"I could before!"

"We in before times now?"

"That sentence doesn't even make sense!"

"Since when have I ever made sense?"

"I don't like you."

"Yet you want to end up in the front of my underwear?"

"Spike!"

"Hey! I should be the one that gets to yell your name—invasion of privacy and all that."

Twilight wanted to retort but couldn't. The dragon hit a nail and wasn't serious about it at all. Yet it drew her back, as it should, to admitting the truth on the matter. "I-I'm sorry for that Spike. I really am. I did something... you might not like."

His next sigh was like an exhaust of tension as it thundered a little in the air. "It's alright, Twilight. Just tell me what you did. I'll... do my best to not get too mad—even if it's horrible."

Moments were needed to think more about this. The best way to explain how horrible of a person she was in the kindest terms possible. Yet tailoring it to her end, even in success, would cheat them both in the end.

Sometimes, no matter the end, it's better to be genuine, as to not regret the past.

"You're the only friend that's a guy that I know, that I trust, that I... like. Liked for a long time and for more of what's at the front of your underwear." Twilight dipped her face between her knees and spoke louder as a result. "I was okay to be alone for a while. It always made me wonder why I didn't mind having a special guy or girl in my life."

She shook her head, cheeks rubbing on her knees, to help her deal with the feeling. "But all that started to change once you did. Being home less and seeing others more. I always used to tease you about all the dates you were getting. B-But then. When I actually saw you with a girl, down the street and arms locked, looking so happy and... taken away."

Twilight buried herself further into herself. "It killed me on the inside seeing you with someone else. You were... you were never mine. Yet I always thought we belonged to each other in a sense. Then we started becoming distant. And then I started craving that someone in my life."

Her face raised as his face dropped. Spike looked to the ground and the curve of his eyes reflected the little one. "And did you find that someone?"

She smiled weakly. "Looked around and did my best to find someone. Yet... none were quite like you." She even giggled cutely too. Covering a hand over her mouth and turning her head to hide her adorable embarrassment. "The more and more I compared others to you, slowly, I started to wonder why I hadn't picked you. Then the doubts started flooding in. You were always a cute little dragon never being able to get his Rarity."

"Rub it in why don't you?"

"But now you can get any girl you please, for a day or for a week or for a month and, when I consider all the people you could get... I wondered, then, why you would ever come to pick someone like me."

Spike's brow narrowed, and immediately, he was on her. "Hey hey hey! That's no reason to talk yourself down like that! There are a thousand reasons why a guy would choose you! Just look at all your friends and how much they care for you. You'd win someone on that alone."

"You don't really date for friendship, do you, Spike?"

Spike lost it in his face. That summoned rage at his closest friend being down like that. Rather his eyes trailed back again and he couldn't find a word to save him. Looking over to the tub, he saw that it was nearly full and, reaching over to the tap, pushed it closed. "Look Twi. It's a complicated issue—alright?"

Twilight swallowed and decided to test the waters. "Does it have to do... with how much you're ready to go down there?"

Spike stopped for a few moments as life flooded out through him. Sighing, he nodded, leaning back and looking down at the girl. "You got me. It's not a matter of complication—it's simply me being terrible."

Twilight scrunched her face. "Terrible?"

The dragon nodded as he stood proper again. He walked over to the sink, each boom of a step, rocking across the bathroom, to the aerial view of the sink. The palm holding Twilight was lowered to it and slowly, she hopped off it, skipping a few steps on the polished white.

Before turning around to the stripping dragon.

"It seems like all I want to do now is mate." His arms went to the bottom of his shirt and he pulled it up, the relation beneath, coming slow, the chiselled abs, each a flexing island, with a smooth slope of a trench between them all. "It's not even me that wants to do it anymore. It's that thing down there. It always wants to go and, even though I'm tired of it, the only way to be cleared of it for a while... is to do as it wants."

Twilight couldn't help but look to the front of the dragon's pants, seeing a bulge across it already, thick and straining the fabric, the little throbs, each one pushing harder—causing a face of discomfort above. "I-I guess it makes sense. Dragons usually mate intensely to spawn as many offspring as possible to either strengthen or assert themselves. But that's no reason to feel ashamed."

It was hard to see him from here, at least, when the horizon was composed of his stomach. Twilight craned back her neck from the corner of the sink, looking as high up as she could, all the way to his distant face—which was one with the clouds. So high and blurry, yet retaining the feeling she loved so much at looking at it.

Soft and handsome and kind.

"But don't you ever wonder why I've never kept with the same girl?"

Twilight's mouth was open and the blinking of eyes seemed to be a requirement. It had been odd that there'd been so many after hitting his age. He'd been a dragon wanting a single girl for a decade. Yet now. Every day was a different date.

"Either you get bored of someone really quickly," Twilight followed the train of logic, verbally, in not raising her eyes above the trenches of his abs set afar, "or nobody can keep up with you."

His long and slow and hard chuckles spoke the tired pain behind each drop. "Mark me as terrible for a mixture of the two."

Instinct shook Twilight's head. "You're not terrible."

"Even after what you went through today?"

"All of that was my fault." Would this be the confession? He sat on the edge of the tub as the water finished pouring, the stage of his claw, shooting up, the world beyond, blurring down, before his face loomed afar. "If you were terrible... then you would have done everything I feared you would do. Yet despite how pent up you were... you still saved me."

Twilight turned her head and covered her giggles with a hand. "And ate something you normally wouldn't."

A loose chuckle from him. "Thanks."

She returned to face him. Standing before that giant face as behind him, everything was blurred, nothing but colors merged. Totally naked before his vision and no longer minding that. "Spike. I've... liked you now. Really for a long time. But I was scared of what you were becoming. How... active you were in certain areas. So I did something. Something that makes me far more terrible than you can imagine."

His eyes narrowed in the distance. "What did you..."

The answer seemed to click without her answering.

Yet Twilight gave it anyway. "I don't have much experience with guys, and so, I-I thought that... if I examined you a bit as you slept—" she gulped "—that maybe I would become more comfortable with all the aspects... that makes a guy a guy."

She threw up her hands before the imposing gaze of the dragon. "B-But I didn't do anything t-too awful! M-Might have felt around you a bit. Maybe a kiss on your c-cheek and sometimes closer on certain days." Quickly her breath was gaining and the big world seemed to be shrinking around her. "I-I didn't mean to be creepy! Just that I... I..."

An exhale blew from afar.

Firm lips that sprawled and curved to the sides, a glint teased from behind them, white and bright, the fangs acting as the gate to the cave within. Twilight squeaked in the sudden anger possible from the dragon. Nothing else, though, followed it.

"That was it? You felt around me when I slept?"

"Y-Yes?"

"Twilight... I've had girls that..." His eyes clenched and he coughed to end that sequence. "If you needed help with guys, really, all you had to do was ask. I would have let you do whatever you liked. Even if you did feel something for me, I would..."

Twilight looked down at that. Beyond the swell of her breasts to the tautness of her belly. Seeing purple toes, below, that wiggled into each other. Smooth scales shifted beneath her feet as the land flexed by a little. "You would have... what?"

His head fell back from their might perch between his shoulders, the underside of his jaw, firm and like a park, teasing to a feeling of masculinity she wanted to explore. Seconds later came the rocketing of steam from his lips—followed by words. "I don't know. I... I like you, Twi. In more ways than I should. If that was an angle you wanted to go, maybe, we could work out like that."

His head shook, forever slowly, in being unable to accept the concept in being still. "But I'm not a good dragon Twi. I date around just to get off and to see if someone will finally make me feel different. If it were just you and I..."

"I might not be enough?"

"You'd always be enough Twilight." The statement came with a sincerity that could not be faked and was not made for her sake. It was a truth he was glad that was actually the truth. Enough to evoke a laugh from the volcano of his presented throat next. "Especially if we're doing strange crud like this. I would need to cut back how much I'm... y' know. Doing it."

Twilight swung her arms behind her back and stepped the same. In looking over her shoulder to the gaps between the bridges of his digits, far below, was the view to the pants below. Swell developed in their midst. The largeness of a beast growing again. "What if I could help you with that?"

Spike's head lurched forward as his face stole the frame of the beyond. "H-How do you mean?"

This was the point for words to be careful. In stealing a step forward, the little one gazed up at the beast, doing her best to smile, a chest stuck out. His giant eyes glued to the tiny mounds composed of lavender. Heated dough that appeared plush. Nearly delicious enough to be taken like a marshmallow.

"After today, I'm... not really afraid of you or your thing or anything you could do to me anymore." Twilight reached the edge of the palm to the road of wrist that sloped down and, to the right of it, seeing down to the brim of his pants. "And you didn't really get to enjoy yourself with Berry because of me. We're both going to be taking a bath together anyway. So why don't I... help you and make up for before?"

Flabbergasted was the dragon in the inability to process the offer. In looking down to his pants and seeing the joy, now pressing, into the front of his pants. Bulging quickly and evoking a pain moan in a second. How his eyes fell on the little one, now, a little brighter than before.

"You'd be willing... to help me out with that?"

Twilight blushed with her hands still behind her back, now looking to the side, doing her best to not fumble terribly. "I mean. I did spend the whole day with it. Holding onto it while you did... what boys do." She chuckled and blushed harder for it. "I wouldn't mind. Maybe I would even enjoy it. E-Especially if it would help you clear your mind for a while."

Spike's eyes darted to the side as well. "I can go pretty tough."

"And I think I can take it."

That drew chuckles from the two as the bath was filled and waiting for them. Looking to the water and knowing all was too far to be backed from now, the dragon looked to the little one, head now cocked, choosing to give in to his temptation. "Alright. You win. But where should I put you for the time being."

Twilight smirked with a face still turned, a single eye going to him, an expression that said everything. "Where do you think?"

He blinked. "Oh."

It took a moment for the titan to rise from the tub, a great squeaking from the leaving of his bottom, ceasing, only as he stood. Seconds passed until a shadow loomed over the little one. Twilight turned to the sky to see the twin digits crashing down, both claiming her, at the sides, and holding her as such.

She was lifted from the palm as it shrank away and fell below. Lowering all the way to his jeans, in which, he tugged out with a digit. Underwear too as the dim cavern was revealed. Stinking of sex and cock and musk that was captivating.

"In here?"

"Please."

Spike never expected to reach such a moment in his life, in tugging out the front of his jeans, holding his best and shrunken friend over the opening, needing to drop her in with his cock before sealing the dome shut. In looking down from his great height above, she seemed so small, nearly like a speck of purple, forever lowered down, that was, until reaching the pulled brim of his briefs.

Lowering and lowering until the light went to dark and the world started to be composed of him. Seeing the slope of fabric and denim as Twilight was brought to the resting place of the beast. His cock was hard, forming the space, pushing into the article. In hovering Twilight above his middle, he let go, the little one falling, crashing, pelting the skin of the beast.

Spike winced and his cock lurched at the contact. Throbbing up and forcing her down to the ground. She yelped and hugged his base. Arms unable to go around and that little chest squishing into his thing. Now that he was aware she was down there, like this, it hurt so well to feel her clinging to his meat.

After drawing out his claw, he still looked inside, at how she held on, needing nothing more to do so. Unsure of what to do next, he did what he should, letting the elastic snap around his waist, sealing her inside—at least for the moment.

Moments passed before he walked again. Striding toward the counter and feeling his dick grind into the front of his pants. There was an added pressure to an inch on him. Tiny bulge able to be made out on the front. Constricted from the stretched stitching into the hardness of his penis.

It turned him on to think a bit like that. To throw his claws behind the back of his head and push out his waist, feeling the material strain harder into him, the pressure, tighter, rubbing over the shape of his thing.

The little one inside, forced harder into his cock, as the fabric's slope, pulled left on second, right the next, the world forcing Twilight into different ways into his dick.

Yet the woman continued to work into him. Crawling up and down, little kisses to itty-hands searching over what they could. Moans were low and long drawn on coming out. Harder and harder and the building of a bust rising forevermore in his base.

Spike pulled his shirt off first. Doing the next with his pants as he pushed them down. Stripped to nothing but his underwear, he stared at the mirror, vain as he was, not minding the view. Slender body that was chiselled in all the right places. The bulge in his briefs, thick and long, thinning the article.

Though they would need to go soon.

His claws went to his hips and, in pushing down on the waistband, his cock slid out from the pair, a leg raised to leave the hole, revealing the bounce to his meat and the one left to ride it. Twilight was still wrapped to it. Tightly so. Not risking wanting to fall.

She may not have even realized her current freedom in how she was looking down. Over the side of his meat to the legs sprawling down to hell. Needing to hold his cock tighter to be safe. Looking over her shoulder, up to the sky, to see his face.

Spike chuckled. Never did he imagine that Twilight Sparkle out of anyone would be like this. Holding onto him so tightly in being unable to let go. Once more he turned, his cock lurching to the right, a yelp from the girl, sliding back on the member, spreading her legs, wider, as to allow more of his heated goodness into her.

And he strode.

Each step, titanic, to the bob of his rod, which swung up and fell down, jittering around, due to the power forced through him. Each footstep was firm in how it quaked into the ground. Blasting in sound and forcing his meat to fly around.

Soon it came time for his leg to raise over the tub and his body turned in the air and, at once, the little one on his dick, in sliding down to his head, was forced to cling to him. His body spanning the sky above as his torso blocked all light. How directly beyond the tip of his dick was the ocean encompassed in the tub.

Once his feet came crashing into the tub, however, the dragon switched onto his back. Lowering slowly into the waters as it rushed over his stomach like water flooding over an island. His balls were the first to sink beneath the surface. His dick lowered too, disappearing underneath the heated waters, inch after inch, slumbering below.

Spike rested his head on the slope of the tub, and finally, was able to relax for the first time today. His following sigh and closing of his eyes was the release to all the tensions held throughout the day. In the coming seconds, though, he decided to check on his little friend in being submerged in the water.

His eyes opened to a view that evoked a low laugh.

Twilight had been in chaos ever since being dropped inside his underwear, back to straddling his cock for life once more, forced to hold on and slide around, in many ways, as the dragon went to get into the water. Had this been his revenge for earlier, then surely, she had paid the price by now.

But then his body dipped into the water and its surface rose across his body. She'd been hugging the hunk as, below, his crotch disappeared beneath the surface of the water. Slowly the water rose across his length, coming to claim him, and she, without hope, was forced to climb up.

Nothing but pink was of her vision. Think like the base of a tree though soft at the surface and curving broadly around. Steam floated in the mist though its height never beat the relaxed beast. Water licked at her heels the further it came up and, in the distance, groans of the dragon quaked across the tub.

Twilight reached the head of the dick and found the water to have stopped chasing, the dragon now fully inside the tub, resting back, a length of being unable to be comprehended. She took a moment on her perch of the penis to look around.

Far to the sides where the curved and smooth white walls, forever going up, to a world beyond that was unseen. Beyond the head of the dick was teased the extent of his legs. Submerged beneath the water though their mass not hidden from above the surface.

The same was true behind, the belly and chest, below the water, appearing like a sunken island. Greatly afar was the dragon's head. Able to steal the back of the tub, all of the space, now composed of him. How utterly gigantic he was.

"Having fun?"

Twilight was sprawling over the top of his cock, unable to cover that in body alone, and yet, clinging to it the best she could. "Surprisingly enough? I don't mind this."

His relaxed face cocked to the side, the motion, summoning waves from the waters below. Crazy and massive and yet not much in comparison to the rest of the tub. "Really?"

Twilight chuckled in adjusting herself. Doing her best to sit up and on the head of his thing. Being able to rest her bottom on the slit of his dick, the meat, strong enough, to support her weight. She crossed her legs and giggled. "You'd think after a day of going what I went through, maybe, I would want a break."

But she shook her head. "But I've lived my life repressed of being close to a guy like this." She then smiled. "Much less in where we both actually know what's going on. I don't think I've had my fill of this yet. At least not enough to make up for the however many years."

"How many exactly?"

"I can bite each one if you like."

"Maybe some things are better off as a mystery."

Both of them smiled at that. Nothing was said for a while aside from the odd splashing of water. Each looked at the other, the giant dragon lying back in the tub and the little lover sitting on his cock. It throbbed still, every now again, giving her a lift and a boost, a surprise to hold on as her ass ground across his top.

Every time it happened, they laughed, knowing what needed to come next, however, being unsure of how to go about it. Twilight continued to sit there and look at the dragon with an expression that teased him. Something delectable, sitting on his cock, legs crossed and torso bent forward, looking at him, teasing him to use her.

"Aren't you going to grab me?"

His face looked to her for a moment and, with a slow nod, he brought a claw to claim her, raising her from the meat and drawing her to his face, forcing her to be before the majestic scale of him for a while. His mouth opened and warm air blew out. It teased her little sensitive everything.

Then his lips closed and his eyes glossed over her, their glow, of course, seeing over. Twilight was panting and every heated nerve, tingled, in being pleased. Soon his lips spread into a smirk and she was cast toward the entrance of the cavern.

Soft were the lips but strong was their purchase. Sinking a little into the malleable scales until the density of softness proved to be too resilient. Twilight moaned in closing her eyes and rolling between the pair, in love with the feeling—another sense washing over her quick.

The lips opened an inch, allowing a breast to fall within, closed on instantly, the softness of the lips, rolling around the mound, coming to play with it. Twilight screamed in pleasure in being toyed. That serpent of a tongue, hidden inside that maw, flicking at her breast.

She could feel his eyes too. So high above and looking down, gauging her reactions, doing everything to please her. He'd become an alpha and knew to control the scene from experience. Twilight herself couldn't even be mad. Something about being brought to a toy, one pleased and used to please, had done a number on her.

That was until the lips zoomed away and the claw dragged her back. She was hunched and facing down as the digits pinched at her waist. She panted, unable to catch her breath, her body burning alive, the heat of her pussy, like fire blazed over it, needing to be pleased.

"Hold on."

It was barked like a request even though it sounded like an order. Hunched over, still, the little one raised Twilight head, doing so, to the rising of a pink pillar. Her head rose higher in an inability to see the height of the tip above. Only in looking forward to see she was somewhere along its base.

Without needing to be commanded or told, little arms reached out for the cock and, on wrapping around it, the digits brought to it. Twilight clumped her thighs the best she could around the thickness, unable to hug it all, her softness now collapsing on the hardness.

Within seconds it was take-off. The digits that pressed on her waist, shot up and back down, over and over, forcing her across the towering pinkness. Wind blew in the heat and the smell of musk. Easily love came. Tongue spewing beyond her lips in the thrill of being used.

Twilight rocketed across the pink curve as the dragon continued to groan from afar, each throb of his meat, now pushing back, forcing her into a lock between it and his digits. Her pussy rushed across the smooth hardness, it more heated than her, delivering the pressure needed to please her.

Her hands felt across him, as in the coming seconds, his digits released let go of her waist. It didn't last for long as a shadow loomed above. Twilight knew what came next as darkness arrived in the form of a claw slapping into his cock, the palm causing her to disappear from view underneath it.

Everyone darkened inside of here. Sounds echoed and the world beyond muffled. Pressure mounted from everywhere as the force shot Twilight across the cock, from bottom to top, a squeeze compressing her, that was, as the dragon continued to beat himself off.

How did this face look from beyond? Would it be as primal as she would like it to be? His head raised up and his face out as much as it could. Pleased with a dashing of euphoria? Tongue out as he stroked his cock as another was trapped inside his grasp?

Was that what caused him to go harder and faster? The smooth smacked of every attack that rang in her ears as everything blurred and the scent of sex burned forever thicker? Twilight didn't mind the heat developing across her chest or thighs or into the developing wetness of her pussy. Everything got her off.

She wouldn't have minded to tease him alone. To service his cock as he watched from afar. Going up and down it, doing all that she could to make it blow, to see white loads, shooting up, crashing down in blobs.

Or to be dropped in a sock and resting in a hammock at his back, waiting, of course, until the beast was slid through as well. One with his meat as he beat with her inside of it. Of all the things they could try, could do, now that there was a chance of them being together.

It didn't take long for the dragon to come to a close, in the speed reaching its apex, feeling a pumping beneath the density of the pillar. His palm slid to his head and waited, of course, for the eruption of a lifetime. Twilight started at the slit and blinked in knowing what came.

Then it came. Shot after shot. Billows of white, launching up, crashing into the ceiling in which she kept. Splash after slash of burning milk, sweet like honey, dousing every inch of it. More than a few splashed onto her pussy, burning her lips forevermore, sinking inside, teasing her tunnel of love like nothing else.

Her thighs clamped together and a whine escaped her in feeling release. Coming as a dragon erupted over her body with the fullness of his dick. In the time it was over, they kept like that for a while, the girl lowered a moment after that, beneath the underside of the dwindling cock.

Twilight had wondered why this was the case, but quickly, the reason became clear. On either side were the piles of legs that composed this section of water. Before her was the smooth edge of the crotch and the cock, utterly gigantic, slowly losing its size. It was still large and tall and unlike anything else.

Something that belonged to a painting.

But the palm lowered her below its base to the balls underneath, the top of the sack, above the water, to where the little one would be safe to relax. Twilight laughed as one of the digits touched down on top of the orb. Slowly she walked across it, coming to hop down on the island, feeling it sink a bit, a film of water rising over, that was, until all settled again.

Twilight looked around in amazement to the view. Over the edge of the sack to see the swell of the balls, clear in being underwater, to how far they went down. Or how above was the lurch of a dick, still like a crane one would see dockside, keeping there, reminding her of her place between greatness.

She walked to the back of the sack, coming to rest to the curve between here and the starting of the cock above, where she would be saved to relax, coming to spread her legs once more. Already her fingers were buried in the fluff over her cunt as fingers teased into her slit.

Already ready to go again.

As above.

A claw passed over the member, titanic digits, wrapping over it, seeming ready to pump again.

Author's Note

In honor of the twink and squeak boi himself, the meek, the peak, Duke Lucifuge

There are only so many tropes and concepts and perspectives you can write, within the desired medium, before it all stales a little. One is limited by what they choose not to explore. Being a commission writer forces one to write outside the usual material and, beyond that, to understand the subject well enough to write it well.

And the above is all the fancy excuses I could profess in coming to write some gay ass shit.

In truth the above is not gay. Really it's written from a woman's perspective on liking a guy—and the varied components and aspects that go into that. I couldn't bring myself to write gay works, fully, for two reasons.

One is the lack of empathy and the second is the lack of research.

To write a subject well, one must understand it and, to understand something, you must possess either empathy or information on the matter—and even that information requires heart to be processed.

You 'get' or 'understand' something when, in being said something, you're able to repeat it in different words or, in coming from someone else's perspective, able to what they would think, feel, like or dislike on a matter. You're able to process like them: mentality and all that.

To write some gay stuff, first, I would need to either find or read about a few, how they feel and think about other men, what they find attractive and whatnot. Differences in flirting and all that other stuff. Once you get the social and psychological things out of the way—how romance is like and how it tends to go in the typical relationship—you would have to deal with sex.

And then I would have to read gay porn.

And then I would have to have to read a lot of gay porn in the hopes of doing it well.

I cite the above as an excellent excuse for why this story wasn't written the best. Its low quality may be excused as, for the same reason I have not read gay porn, still, I haven't read a lot of eroticism from a woman's POV. Thus this story is not the best in regards to that.

And that I am brilliant in coming up with excuses on why my shit sucks ass.

Formal crap out of the way. Yes, indeed, I am back. Back writing some gay stuff, which is not quite gay, but, when you think about it: is kinda gay. One of these days I'll write some proper gay stuff for the sake of doing it. But now a moment to be serious.

I think one can only write the same kind of content for so long before they grow tired of it. Writing romance stories from the POV of Spike tends to be the same. Lonely and depressed boy who sees these mares as extraordinary and booming is at least 45% of my fics. Reasons for them being grand and the like.

But what I've found more interesting as of late is to do the reverse. To write it from their POV. It's, for this reason, I enjoy stories like Don't Fall In Love with Your Assistant and Just a Blowjob and the like. It's far more entertaining to hit it from the other side as it's something new.

Of course this feeling has sipped into micro.

One must be willing to follow their wit—no matter where it goes. It's like a strange compulsion that, even though you have no clue where you are going, for whatever reason, the feeling is right and, at the end of the long and curving road, you are sure it will have taken you down the right path.

So this fic came about due to being willing to follow that wit, try a sex fic from a drastically different POV and, more importantly, to honour a bullshit bet I had made with a friend long ago. Stakes are fantastic for they are the violent belief either in yourself or your opinion. Winning or losing, is always fun, as it causes the scene to become loud and excited to become standard.

It had been more than a few months when Dead by Daylight had been expected with the boys. Duke was talking himself up as the killer and we, being cunts, thinking him to be shit, and us the greatest, agreed we could beat him easily.

He proceeded to bring the most broken loadout known to man, against a new player who had no clue how totems worked and, being honour bound, I was forced to write this story. Truth is I would have written him a story, no matter what, for the following reasons.

Duke is a twink and a femboy and probably one of the kindest people you will meet. He is squeaky clean across the metric in areas most have gone crusted and cynical. He's retained his youth, giddiness, and a tad of innocence despite the requestion of frequent gay porn.

More surprisingly.

He is a real one.

I have met many talented and celebrated people in my life and, as our friendship goes on, something comes up, one thing or another, that usually destroys it. People say they have your back though rarely do their actions back it up.

The truth of the matter is one should never feel the need to ask if someone has your back. Rather their actions back it. In always being there, in helping you or giving you shit for something deserved, there is that feeling, a notion rather, that they are there.

That nothing can really break it.

And I have that feeling with Duke. The hardest part about writing about good people is that qualities that make them tend to be consistent but small things. Ultimately I think it's because Duke cares. If I talk about a story I'm writing, it is often ignored by everyone—but he'll ask about it.

If I'm in a VC, alone, as I usually am—he'll hop in, hang for a bit, even if we're both silent.

The truth of the matter is that Duke is a good kid. That despite most of us getting tainted by a certain age to a collection of experiences to the passing of a particular intelligence—he seems unable to become toxic or negative or the like.

Rather it seems impossible.

And I wish I could write more good things about him. But he's just a good lad. He's a real one and he does good things. It's because of how he is that, easily, someone who is a ghost to everyone can be one with him.

I have the strange feeling that I will be gone at 25, and so, in leaving behind these blogs as some collection of my life, I would like to state that Duke was probably one of the best finds that I had in this fandom. Despite all the negative events and toxic people, those who preach themselves as more, of being empathic but instead were judgmental—Duke was none of that.

Most people here—most of the people in the world—feel the need to be or prove something. But Duke is just content. He's an anchor like that. He is just good and does good things and does not need to say more about it. He doesn't need to preach he's an understanding fellow or that he has your back.

Rather he listens and truly listens. He's there when you need him. Those are the actions that prove the qualities without him having to say a word on it. In truth he's probably unaware of all this because he doesn't possess the cynicism to view any of this as anything special.

In all the groups and all the friends and all the people that have come and gone, out of them all, Duke is the only one to consistently remain. He is the punching bag of most of the gatherings and others usually tend to steal the spotlight. Yet once the stage empties, he still tends to stick around while others have left.

I would think in the writers I have grown close to here on this site, of the mentors I kept close to and learned from that, at the end, after those friendships and the like, at the end, it was always Duke at the end of it all. In my life as a writer or as 'B', even in my real life as well, it's always been him that's been the consistent friend.

I suppose I'm a little bit shit in saying what he does and is for me rather than the reverse—but alas I am a selfish person. Despite the learning I've had from those mentors and great timers from those other writers, at the end of it all, it's always been Duke, always willing to talk, always willing to listen and understand that, really, the kid is more of an anchor than I ever expected.

He's just consistently good.

And my biggest failing as a writer will be the inability to produce the works that express my gratitude for it. Out of all those that have come and gone, were tight and now distant, bonds shared now mattering nothing... you were always the one that stuck around.

You were always my consistent friend.

I don't know how much worth such a title has in coming from me.

But I wish you well Duke. Though many of us present ourselves as better due to wit and charm and talent and whatnot—you were always better than us all. Going to school and finding yourself a placement and nailing a job and keeping to doing the right thing. No problems or beef or contrary to anything.

You just live, enjoy, and be content.

And that itself is an anchor to those who appear themselves as more—but truly are nothing underneath it. Without a doubt you will do well in life. I may not know exactly what your path is, though, without a doubt, you possess the qualities to walk well in any course of your choosing.

It's always been my quote to be well to do well.

And you've always done as such—excellently.

~ Yr. Pal, B ~