Author's Note
Hello everyone. I know you all haven't heard from me in a while and I'm sure a number of you think my stories are dead. I promise you they aren't. Sadly, my job has steadily sucked my time away till it's practically nothing, leaving me little time to do the thing I love to do: write stories for you all
. Good news, that's soon about to change
. I'm glad to say, that soon, after all the blood, sweat and tears I've put into my job, I finally intend to leave my job with the intent of making writing my full time profession
. I can't get into any specific details at the moment, but within the next month or so, hopefully January at the latest, I will be opening up some commissions for anyone interested in hiring me. I will be sending out some more info later this month, so for those interested, keep your eyes open. Till then, I hope this story gives you something to enjoy in the mean time
. Later
Twilight's Star
Luna's brilliant moon shined down brightly over Ponyville as the stars blanketed the night sky. All was silent in the humble little town as its citizens slumbered in their beds after the day's events. Dreams held their minds by the proverbial hand, filling their thoughts. However, not all were blissful. One pony, or rather, one alicorn, in particular, found her dreams anxious and frustrating. At the Castle of Friendship, the princess's private bed-chamber, Twilight Sparkle, tossed and turned about in her bed. Her face scrunched uptight, her cheeks red, biting her lip to contain her whimpers of delight.
In her mind, the source of her distress assaulted her without restraint. In her dreams, she hadn't moved. She was still in her room, in her bed. However, she was not alone. The alicorn's seven-foot-tall body was splayed out across her bed. A pair of scrawny but shapely arms lay across her face, hiding her expressions. Her midsection was slim, leading down to her curvy waist and nicely rounded rear with her tail swaying slowly beneath it. A very full pair of breasts adorned her chest. She used to be a tad self-conscious of her chest, but they felt proper to her size. Big, but still a supple and very perky pair. Her elegant wings remained spread and rigid with her excitement.
The princess mewled as another jolt of pleasure shot through her, the lavender mare shivering and fidgeting in place. "S-Spike," she whispered before squeaking as another wave of pleasure struck her.
The alicorn lifted one of her arms to glance down between her thick thighs and long legs. A second later, her assailant/assistant rose up, his baby-faced muzzle coated in her juices. The young adolescent dragon got to his knees. His tall, lanky five-foot-nine form still didn't hold a candle to her own, but that didn't deter the smug look on his face as he licked his lips, staring at her. "Yes, Twilight?"
"P-Please…p-please…" she trailed on, her chest slowly as she shuddered.
"Please…what?" He asked with an impish leer.
"P-Please, I…I need y-you…"
"Need me to what?" He asked coyly, gently rubbing her plump, delicious thighs, "Keep licking you? You know I don't mind."
Spike smiled as he extended his long, lithe serpentine tongue. The forked muscle stretched down to her clit and wrapped firmly around the sensitive nub. The reaction was instant as Twilight shrieked at the incredible sensation. Her hips rose slightly off the bed as her lover's oral muscle twisted and tugged at her sensitive love button. "You’re pretty wet down here. I bet you’re pretty close,” he commented slyly. “I could easily finish you like this.”
“No!” She snapped, shaking her head vigorously in disapproval.
“No?”
“No, not your tongue!” She whined, shuddered as she looked back at him, desperate want bleeding from her gaze. “Your dick! I want your dick!”
“Oh, I see,” he nodded in understanding as he tracked his tongue, “you want this.”
Spike leaned back slightly before his towering spire swung forth and laid it against the princess’s stomach. Twilight gasped in shock, her eyes wide at the sight. Roughly twelve inches long and about the width of her arm, Twilight felt the sheer heat of Spike’s phallus burning against her belly. A temperature only matched by the hotness of his cheeks and nethers. She could feel her lower lips drool and wink in need. She didn’t want him to fuck her. She needed it. “So, Twilight, is this what you want?” He asked smugly.
“Yes!” She nodded fiercely, her eyes refusing to leave the hunk of dragon meat lying against her.
“Well, if you want it, you need to ask properly.”
The alicorn didn’t hesitate. She pulled herself back slightly, causing Spike’s crown to leave a trail of precum down her stomach till it stopped just above her clit. She then spread her legs, reached down, and spread her labia as wide as she could, giving her draconic lover a perfect view of her aching depths. “Please, Spike, fuck me. I want you to take me right now!”
Spike’s smile softened as he grabbed the base of his cock and gently pressed against her hot, soaking entrance. “Gladly,” he replied tenderly.
Without any other ceremonies, the young drake didn’t hesitate to drive himself to the hilt. Twilight’s eyes practically popped from her head as she arched her back, shrieking and gasping in surprise at Spike’s sudden entry. She bit her lip and tightened her eyes as she felt Spike filling her completely. Her wet, clenching walls stretched so deliciously around him. The tip pressed firmly against her throbbing womb, achingly waiting for his seed.
Once again, Spike gave no warning as he grabbed her lush thighs before he started thrusting. Twilight gripped the sheets tightly as Spike had his way with her. His hips flowing into a long, fast, and forceful rhythm. “Oh, Spike, yes,” she moaned feverishly. “If you keep going like this, I’m going to cum soon!”
“Good.” Spike groaned as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head between her chest. “I want you to cum. I wanna feel you spasm around my cock.”
“I want that too,” she mewled, wrapping her arms around him as he continued to fuck her. She held him close, her eyes welling with love, lust, and desire. “I want your cum inside me so bad. My womb is practically on fire.”
“Well, never let it be said I leave a lady wanting,” Spike chuckled with a devious smirk. Suddenly, Spike ramped up his thrusts, plowing Twilight with fast hard thrusts. The princess screamed and moaned, her grip around Spike tightening, crushing him to her chest. None of that seemed to deter the dragon as his hips continued to thoroughly rut her. Twilight felt herself drifting away towards cloud nine as nothing short of pure pleasure claimed her senses. Her pussy drank in every inch of Spike’s phallus stimulated her walls and pounded against her baby maker.
The mare shuddered and groaned as her tunnel steadily constricted, preparing for a powerful, inevitable release. “Fuuuuuuck, yesssss,” she growled between clenched teeth. “I’m close! I’m, ah…so c-close!”
“Twilight,” Spike muttered as his thrusting became more erratic, and his dick began to swell. “Twilight!”
“Spike, yes! Don’t stop! I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”
Twilight’s voice trailed on as her pleasure soared to its peak. Her eyes shut tightly, whimpered as her heart hammered, and the pressure inside became too much to bear. “Spikkkkkkkkkkkke!”
Right on cue, the alicorn’s orgasm crashed into her in full force. A gush of her nectar sprang forth as her nether convulse with the most profound intensity. Twilight gasped and whimpered as blissful euphoria washed over her. She remained still, nothing but the sound of her rapid heartbeat hammered in her head. “Spike…I-I…I love yo-”
Twilight’s sentence caught right at the edge of her throat as she opened her eyes to find herself alone in her bed. “Spike!” She sat up in a startle, glancing around her empty room.
She looked down and saw herself in her pajamas while she was sure she was naked a moment ago. “What, but I…,” she stopped mid-sentence as she noticed the wetness between her legs, and realization set in. “Arghhhhh, not again!”
She flopped back onto her bed, whining in exacerbation and discontent. “That’s the fifth time this week,” she growled, staring at the ceiling, “and I masturbated before I went to bed!”
This is getting ridiculous, she mused. These dreams are happening more and more frequently. I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in a week, and my work is suffering for it. I only made three lists for re-arranging the library today. Three! I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
She closed her eyes, and all she could register was the empty ache between her legs. “Spike,” she sighed wistfully, “I need you. I need you, but…can I have you?”
Twilight groaned as she turned over onto her side. For many years, long before she became an alicorn, the lavender mare found herself pining for her young assistant. She wasn’t sure when it happened. All she knew was that there was a deep-seated yearning in her chest for the dragon. Spike had always been by her side. Since the day he hatched, the two were nearly inseparable. No matter the task or project, he helped her. Regardless of how over the top she acted, he supported her. Even when her work began to take a toll on her physically, he took care of her.
If there were two things Twilight believed were a constant: Friendship was magic, and Spike was always there for her. Unfortunately, hesitation and time were not on the princess’s side. When they arrived in Ponyville, both their lives had changed for the better. They found a new home, new things to learn, and, most importantly, new friends. All these things, Twilight never expected, but the most unsuspected thing that came into her life was Rarity.
At first sight, Spike was instantly taken with her. Why wouldn’t he be? The alabaster mare was beautiful, elegant, stylish, practically the embodiment of female perfection. Twilight understood it; she just didn’t like it. She didn’t hate Rarity, not ever. However, she didn’t enjoy watching Spike drool over her whenever they were together. Twilight spent many a secret night looking through books to try and bridge the gap, but sadly, she didn’t find it feasible to accomplish such a feat. Even if she somehow managed to do so, the even bigger issue was more troubling.
Twilight had spent so much time keeping her feelings hidden that she feared her role as Spike's friend, boss, and guardian was all he thought of her. At best, he thought of her as his big sister, not as anything else. Not as a potential partner. Not as a companion. Not as a mare who could love him.
After many years, she began to notice Spike’s behavior towards Rarity becoming less intense. Before long, she realized that Spike had finally matured beyond his crush for the fashionista. He still acted sweet with her, but he wasn’t following her around like a lost puppy. Her hope slightly rekindled, Twilight believed she might finally have a chance. But, once again, her hesitation set it. Even though he seemed finished pining after Rarity, nothing between them had changed. She tried growing closer, but nothing seemed to catch his notice.
Not long after, as Twilight's frustration started to mount, the dreams began to occur. Vivid, sensual fantasies assaulted her slumber as her mind created almost every possible wanton scenario she desired between herself and Spike. The more she tried to fight them, the stronger and more frequently they occurred. Now, almost every night, Twilight found herself waking in the middle of the night to slick thighs and an itch she couldn’t scratch. Leaving her haggard and irritated during the day. “Ugh, this is too much,” she grumbled, grabbing her pillow and pressing it over her head. “I have to do something and fast. Maybe there’s a spell to repress dreams or something. Anything to make this stop!”
Despite the aching still emanating between her legs, Twilight’s significant fatigue hit her swiftly enough, dragging her back to sleep. Her only prayer before consciousness slipped through her grasp was that she didn’t have another late-night emission.
The next morning, Twilight woke up slightly later than usual. Usually, she would have been upset. Truthfully, she was. However, with her lack of sleep as of late, she needed every wink she could get. With some effort, she managed to pry herself from the bed. After a strained stretch, the lavender mare got up and began her morning routine. Once she finished brushing her teeth and taking a much-needed shower, she set about brushing down her bedmane and getting dressed. Now came the tricky part, taking her “dirty” laundry to the laundry room without Spike or Starlight’s notice.
She thought of just teleporting her sheets and pajamas there, but it was too risky. She didn’t want either the dragon or unicorn to be present when her wet beddings and nightly attire suddenly popped up and wonder why it was stained. Twilight had to sneak in and mix it with the other laundry, so Spike would just mindlessly throw it in. Using her magic, she stealthily teleported around the castle, making sure to keep a watchful eye out for her assistant and protégé.
Soon, she came to her destination, and thankfully nopony or dragon were in sight. Quickly, she mixed in the unmentionables and teleported away with nary a feather ruffled. Once that was settled, Twilight made her way to the kitchen, hoping to get food in her system. Much like the laundry room, the kitchen was empty, as was the dining hall. However, she did find a silver-domed dish with a letter laying against it on the table. She picked up the letter and lifted the dome to find a couple of hay sandwiches, some toast with a teapot and cup sitting in front of her. She looked over and read the note.
Dear Twilight,
Since you’ve been so tired lately, I figured you needed to sleep in, so I let you. I know you’ll probably chew me out later, but you needed the rest. Anyway, I know it’s not a hot meal, but I left this for you to munch on in the meantime. I’m already starting my chores, and Starlight is working on the project you started, so don’t worry. Everything is still on schedule. So, take your time and enjoy your…brunch? Eh…anyway, enjoy.
Love, Spike
Thank you, Spike. Twilight smiled as she placed the note down and took her seat.
Twilight spent her meal in relative silence, merely trying to recharge her mind. Running on very little sleep, the quiet time was excellent as it gave her proper time to compose herself. She tried thinking of a book or a spell of any kind to help her purge her sensual dreams, but still, her mind wasn’t up to the challenge. She hated that her mental faculties had dropped to such an appalling level. She began to think that maybe a day off might have been a good idea. After she found that spell. Once she finished, she put her dishes away and headed for the library.
When she arrived, she was none too surprised to see Starlight hard at work. “Twilight, you’re up,” the unicorn greeted her from a stack of books and parchment.
“Yeah, I’m up,” Twilight smiled back, weakly. “Sorry I’m late. I…really hate that.”
“It’s okay,” Starlight assured her. “Spike said you were out cold, and honestly, you look like you need the rest. What’s wrong, bad dreams?”
“Something like that,” Twilight yawned before walking towards the bookcases. “We wouldn’t happen to have any spells to suppress dreams?”
“Hmm, I don’t think so,” Starlight tapped a quill to her chin. “If anypony knew of such a spell, I think it would be Princess Luna. Why don’t you send her a letter?”
“NO!!!” The alicorn’s outburst nearly caused the unicorn to jump from her seat. “Sorry, sorry, I mean…I don’t want to be a bother. The princesses have their things to deal with. I just need a night’s rest. A good night’s sleep, and I’ll be back to my old self! Promise.”
Despite Twilight’s attempts at levity, her protégé could tell she clearly needed more than sleep. “Twilight, why don’t you just take the day off? Spike and I can handle things around here.”
“What, no, that’s no-”
“Twilight,” the unicorn sternly deadpanned, cutting the princess off, “it doesn’t take a genius to see you’re totally exhausted. You need more than sleep. Take the day off. Get some fresh air. Tartaurus, go to the freakin’ spa! Something! If not for yourself, then for us. Watching you drag your hooves around, looking like a zombie, is getting painful.”
As much as she would have liked to protest, the lack of energy made it impossible. Starlight was right, partially. Forcing herself to work in the state she was in wasn’t productive. Sadly, the alicorn doubted a spa day would help either since her dreams were the source of her problems. In any case, a day off indeed seemed like the best thing for the time being. “Yeah, you’re right. I need a break,” she groaned, her wings and shoulders slumping over. “I’m going back to my room. Try and get some more sleep. If you need anything-”
“We won’t,” Starlight waved off the mare’s concern, “Spike and I will be fine. Go. Relax. Rest. We can handle things around here.”
Twilight smiled weakly before shuffling off. With a small wave, she left the library and headed towards her room. With her eyes shut, the princess’s hooves felt heavy as she dragged through the hallway. She could have used her magic. However, having finally allowed herself to let go of the day’s worries left her unable to gather her mental faculties. She tried to focus her magic, but it fizzled out in nothing but sparks. As her body moved on autonomously, Twilight tried mulling over her options. What am I going to do? She pondered. I want to go to sleep, but those dreams are just waiting for me. Hmm, maybe Starlight’s right. Perhaps a trip to the spa might help. It would at least get me into a presentable shape. Plus, it’ll help take some of this tension out of my-
“Grrghhnn…” a distant groan ceased Twilight’s thoughts. The alicorn opened her eyes, and with her senses pulled from her mental debate, she glanced around at her surroundings.
“Wait a second,” she muttered to herself in confusion, “this isn’t the way to my room. This is-”
The groan sounded again, her ears twitching in response to locating the source. Her head turned this way and that till she managed to pick up where the noise was coming from. The lavender mare’s eyes honed in on the bedroom door that belonged to her beloved assistant. She approached steadily and stealthily. As she did, the groaning became somewhat louder. When she reached the door, Twilight pressed her right ear against the door, closed her eyes, and listened intently. The groaning was distinctive and unmistakable. What in Equestria is he doing in there? She pondered with knitted brows.
Carefully, the princess grabbed the doorknob and turned it. She slowly pulled the door open, just wide enough to peek inside. Her eyes traveled about the room, not finding anything out of the ordinary. Finally, her eyes caught sight of the bed, and she quickly threw a hand over her mouth to contain the gasp that threatened to give herself away.
Atop Spike’s bed, she found her brother sitting on the edge of his bed with a sheet covering most of his body. His eyes were closed tightly with his brows knitted together in focus as he seemed to hold the fabric to his face with one hand. As odd as the scene was, what made the mare gasp was the sight of something punching against the inside of the sheet where Spike’s lower half must have been. Isn’t that…? Is…Is he… Twilight stammered as she mentally tried to analyze what was transpiring.
“Hrgnn…Twilight,” he grunted. The alicorn’s eyes threatened to pop from her skull. “Haaa, oh, Twilight, you smell so good.”
The mare watched in astonishment; Her hand fell from her mouth as an all too familiar feeling between her legs began to make itself known. “Mhmm…Twilight, you’re so beautiful. I…I mmm…I wish I could touch you. Hold you.” He groaned as his hand beneath the sheet steadily began to hasten.
Twilight bit her lip, suppressing a moan as her panties became damper and damper by the minute. The dragon grunted and growled as he fell back on the bed. His face was no longer visible. However, his towering member tented the bedding over it, his hand refusing to stop it’s stroking. Twilight felt her jaw drop as images of her previous sensual dream came flooding back. I…I guess I wasn’t so far off, hehe. She silently giggled.
With every passing moment, Spike’s clenched hand raced up and down his impressive length, increasing in tempo with each stroke. Twilight’s eyes remained trained on the dragon as he uttered her name in panted breathes, clearly reaching his apex. “Twilight….T-Twilight,” he groaned deeply. “Twilight…argh!”
Spike growled as he came; his hand continued to stroke as a visible wet splotch appeared at the tip of his spire. The princess’s eyes marveled at the sight as the stain became bigger and bigger without stopping. After what seemed like forever, Spike’s member gave a final kick before it slowly began to deflate. The massive wet spot thoroughly stained the bedding. Spike huffed, panted, and groaned. “Dammit, that’s gonna take a while to get that stain out.”
Without another word, Twilight stealthily closed the door and snuck away. Once she made it to her room, the alicorn locked the door and moved to collapse onto her bed. She stared up at the ceiling as her mind began to contemplate what she saw. “Spike…he…he was…” she stammered, her mind unable to fit the pieces together.
She took a deep, cleansing breath before exhaling. “Spike was…masturbating. To my scent. Thinking of me.” She stated. “He…likes me? No…maybe? Just because he was masturbating with my sheets doesn’t mean he thinks of me in…that way…” she trailed off, her mind still trying to sort out the information.
“What if he does?” She mused as she sat up. “What if he does like me?”
Her heart pounded and hammered in her chest. A mass of emotions swirled inside her like a tornado. She was happy, overjoyed even. All of the feelings she had been suppressing slowly caused a smile to grow on her face. The itch between her legs made itself known once more as her desires swelled. The object of desire was within her reach. She could finally profess her feelings, and Spike would be hers. At the same time, her rationality set it, fighting against her happiness. Spike was young, and dragons were notorious for letting their emotions just get the better of them and acting on them. Just because he was horny enough to pleasure himself, thinking of her was too flimsy an excuse. And why now?
Spike hadn’t shown any interest or acted any differently towards her. When he was interested in Rarity, he hung his heart out on a sleeve. She highly doubted Spike had learned to be so subtle. Or, maybe he had? Perhaps Spike had learned to better mask his feelings, same as her. The lavender princess sighed heavily as she wracked her brain for a while longer. Her heart and mind, fighting against one another. She wanted so badly to believe she could be together with Spike. However, her mind continued to poke holes in her feels, making her deflate. “Argh, this is ridiculous,” she groaned. “I can’t keep this up anymore! I need to do something. I…I need to confront him. I have to confess my feelings to Spike.”
She stood up, fully resolved. For too long, she remained silent to her feelings, fearing to be rejected, even shunned. But now, she had hope. Her desires were within her grasp. It was a slim chance, but if there was one thing Twilight had learned in all her years, it was that sometimes, you needed to take a leap of faith. Just as she emotionally prepared herself, Twilight felt her mind formulating a plan of action. The alicorn made her way over towards her desk. She took a seat, grabbed some parchment and ink, and set her scheme into motion.
Elsewhere, in the laundry room, Spike groaned as he continued folding the laundry. A sense of shame and annoyance. I did it again, he grumbled. I really need to stop. This is embarrassing, not to mention pathetic.
The dragon’s mental chastising didn’t seem to impede his work as he continued folding autonomously. His stunt in his room with Twilight’s sheets wasn’t the first, and he highly doubted it would be the last. After giving up on his pursuit of Rarity, Spike found himself somewhat listless. He had accepted that the unicorn would never view him the way he had her for so long and decided to simply let things go and remain friends. However, all the same, his feelings didn’t dissipate. They lingered, leaving him lazy, careless, and a little depressed.
However, despite his down and out attitude, there was one pony who helped him get back on his feet. That pony was none other than Twilight Sparkle. When he was down, she was there to pick him up and help him out. When he thought about it, that’s just how things were between them. They always supported each other when they needed it most. She was always there for him. That’s when he began to feel his feelings resurface, but instead, he found them responding towards his adopted older sister.
Once the realization set it, the mass of problems soon followed. The biggest being: Spike feared that if he made his feelings known as he did with Rarity, then he would scare Twilight away. She was his sister, or rather, the closest thing he had to one. The second was trying to keep his emotions in check. With Rarity, he let them run wild at the mere mention of her name or the sight of her presence. What’s worse was that he lived with her. They spent most of their time together each and every day! To combat this issue, Spike did his best to learn from his past mistakes.
He learned to keep his emotions in check, for the most part. He just had to keep up the appearance of Princess Twilight’s number one assistant. It wasn’t too hard. The hard part came when he would catch her wonderful lilac scent, spent quiet time together, or, worst of all, did her laundry. Cleaning her unmentionables truly got his imagination rolling. Once that happened, his dragon libido kicked in and made things…difficult. The first time it happened, he was in the middle of washing a pair of red lacy underwear he didn’t think she had. It felt so soft and smelled just like her, he couldn’t help himself.
Before he knew it, his instincts took over, and he was using it as a rag to jack it with. The drake had since been managing his urges sparingly but found it growing thin. All Spike wanted was to confess his feelings for the alicorn, but he didn’t want to lose her either. With a huff, he finished the last piece of laundry, glaring at the stack. “I gotta figure something out. This is just ridiculous.” He sighed heavily. Just as Spike began putting the clean clothes in the nearby basket, an all too familiar sensation filled his stomach.
The feeling moved from his gullet, up his throat to his mouth. With practiced ease, the dragon let loose a burp of green flames. The flames swirled about before magically forming a rolled-up parchment that dropped into the palm of his hand. For a moment, he believed it was a message from princess Celestia before he noticed the star symbol in the wax seal. “A message from Twilight?” He quirked a brow in surprise and confusion. “That’s weird. Why didn’t she get me herself? Though given the state she’s been in, I guess this isn’t too surprising.”
He curiously opened the paper and began reading it over.
Dear Spike,
I know this may sound strange of me to ask, but I need your help. I’m having a hard time resting, and I figured a massage might work. Please finish whatever it is your doing and come to my room soon.
-Twilight
Spike quirked a brow. She must be more tired than I thought.
Feeling it was best not to keep her waiting, Spike quickly gathered up the clothes and went about finishing his task. After swiftly going about the castle, depositing both Starlight and his laundry to their respective rooms, Spike made his way to Twilight’s, carrying her share of belongings. When he reached her door, for some reason, the drake found himself standing there awkwardly. He wondered why he was suddenly feeling nervous till it dawned on him why he was there. Twilight called me to her room. To give her a massage. Me give Twilight a massage. Massage? Twilight? Me?!
Images began to fill his mind of the scenario. His hands running over Twilight’s curvy frame, squeezing, groping, and rubbing her from head to hoof. Before any more…salacious thoughts could follow, Spike quickly shook his head, stopping them from progressing. Stop it, Spike, you’re overthinking things. He chastised himself. Geez, Twilight really has rubbed off on me over the years.
Another image appeared in the dragon’s mind of the alicorn looming over him, rubbing her hand furiously between her legs. Nope! No, stop it, brain! That’s not what I meant! He swore. Twilight asked you here to help her relax, and that’s what you’re gonna do.
Once he resolved himself, Spike reached out and knocked on the door, “Twilight, you awake? Can I come in?”
There was silence for a moment, and just as he was about to knock again, a reply came. “Yes, come in.”
Spike opened the door and let himself inside. The room was dimly lit, save for a few candles strategically placed around or near the bed. It didn’t take him long to spot the alicorn. Twilight sat on the edge of her bed in a thin silky robe. The garment was cinched tightly around her waist; however, her ample bosom pushed firmly against it, leaving a more than modest amount of cleavage exposed. Spike felt his breath catch in her throat as his eyes honed on her body. From her supple breasts, curvy figure, wide hips, and long shapely legs. Spike prayed it was just his imagination. “Is that my laundry?”
“Huh,” Spike blinked hard as he regained his senses. “Oh, yeah, I just finished it when you called me here. Though, some of your sheets are...gonna take a little longer. They weren’t...fully dry.”
“That’s fine.” She assured him dismissively. “Just set it down somewhere and come join me,” she insisted as she patted the bed. Spike did as instructed and put the basket down out of the way before making his way over to alicorn. He sat beside her with a sizable margin of space between them. The tension seemed thicker in the air. Spike thrummed his hands against the bed while Twilight fidgeted in place. C’mon, Twilight. This was your plan. The first move is on you. Control the narrative. She urged herself on.
“Thanks for coming,” Twilight finally spoke up. “I…I know this is strange to ask of you.”
“No, it’s fine!” Spike replied swiftly but quickly reined in his exuberance. “I mean, you’ve clearly been having a rough time. Bad nights, really.”
“Yeah, it…hasn’t been fun,” the princess sighed. “That’s why I called you. I’d have gone to the spa, but what I desperately need is sleep. Unfortunately, despite how badly I would like to do so, I’m too…wound up just to sleep. I figured if you could give me a good massage, I’ll be relaxed enough to nod off. Think you can help?”
“Uh, sure, just…leave it to me.” He turned to face her, a slightly red tinge to his cheeks. “So, where do you wanna start?”
“My shoulders, please.” She insisted as she turned her back to him. The dragon nodded as the lavender mare rolled her shoulders, sending the robe rolling down her arms, exposing more of her upper back but hung firmly off her wings. Spike couldn’t help but swallow hard, but he kept his cool. Easy, Spike, he mused. You got this. Just gonna give Twilight a little massage. That’s all.
Steeling his nerves, Spike raised his hands and placed them on Twilight’s more substantial but slender shoulders. With his fingers in the proper position, the drake slowly but firmly began working the alicorn’s muscles. Spike couldn’t help the way his brows furrowed at the tension he felt his fingers trying to work through. He put a bit more force behind his ministrations, earning a yelp but Twilight in turn. “Whoa, s-sorry, was that too hard,” he gasped in surprise.
“N-No, it…it hurt for a moment, but it also…felt good,” she slightly moaned. “Please, keep going.”
With a nod, Spike continued. Both Spike and Twilight felt the dragon’s efforts making headway, dislodging various knots, and melting mass amounts of tension with the added pressure. However, dissolving the princess’s stress was more manageable than trying to ignore the whimper and moans that seemed to escape her. Twilight felt pain and pleasure mix through every twist and rotation of his fingers through her like never before. She wanted to bite her lip to silence herself, but she resisted the urge. She wanted Spike to hear her, to know how she was reacting to his touch.
She at least tried to remain still, but that was proving difficult as well as she trembled and squirmed in place. “Wait, Spike,” she cried out as she leaned forward, pulling away from his grasp, depending on her hands for support. “J-Just, wait a m-moment!”
“Sorry, was it too much,” he asked, concern plastered on his face. “Was I too hard or the pain too much? I mean, I knew you were stressed, but you’ve got some serious knots in there.”
“N-No…well yes…kinda,” she huffed, shaking her head, trying to get her thoughts straight. “Sorry, my mind is a little frazzled. I’m fine. Actually, I already feel a little better. I think I just need to get more…comfortable.”
With that said, Twilight moved away further onto the bed. When she reached her pillows, she sat up onto her knees. After taking a deep calming breath, the lavender alicorn took the plunge as she reached down and undid the sash of her robe. Spike watched wide-eyed as Twilight’s robe completely fell from her ravishing form. Even though he had a not so prominent view, from where he sat, Spike could see the side of Twilight’s prodigious chest spilling out at the sides. Her wings gave a small flutter before closing against her back before she tossed her robe onto the side of the bed.
Twilight then laid herself out on her stomach, curling her arms under her pillow as she rested her head against it. She swished her tail aside, revealing the snug but thin lacy red panties she wore over her bodacious ass, as she unfurled her wings, letting them splay out to her sides. “There, much better,” she contently sighed. “This should be easier, right?”
It took a moment for Spike to regain his senses and register Twilight’s words before replying, “R-Right, that’s fine. As long as you’re comfortable.”
Spike nodded with a mix of excitement and anxiety before moving over to join her. He sat on her right side before getting back into the groove. Once more, he started at her shoulders, which sent Twilight into a new chorus of moans, but she held firm and restrained her voice just enough for it to not be a distraction. If she reacted in such a way to her shoulders, she knew she would be a mess once he delved lower. The mare didn’t have to wonder long as Twilight felt Spike’s hands moved down towards her upper back. She shrieked, luckily managed to muffle into her pillow, but was still quite audible. If that didn’t give her away, her slightly noticeable trembling certainly did.
Despite her visible weakness showing, Twilight did her best to steel herself for whatever pleasures were to follow. Even though Spike could still hear Twilight's cries of delight, he persisted in his task. He kneaded, pressed, and massaged her muscles with practiced ease and precision. Even though he wholly focused on his task, Spike couldn’t help the physical response that seemed to make his pants tighters by the second as he listened to Twilight’s blissful cries. The dragon bit his lip, doing his damnest to drown out the suggestive sounds coming from the princess, but that was proving fruitless.
It’s alright, Spike, it’s okay. He told himself. Just focus. As sexy as it is, it’s just a massage. This can’t lead to anything, hehehe.
“S-Spike,” Twilight spoke up without facing him.
“Hmm?”
“You can do it…hard,” Twilight told him.
Spike instantly stopped as he felt his mind practically shatter inside his skull as his face felt like it had truly caught fire, and steam poured from his ears. “Ahhhhhh…hahaha, I’m s-sorry,” Spike stammered as he tried to recover mentally. “You wanna…um…run that by me again?”
“You can massage me harder,” she elaborated, still not facing him. “You still need to get between my wings and get my lower back, right? You’re doing great, but I still feel some tension deep, deep down. So, can you go a little harder, please?”
“Oh, um…sure.” He chuckled nervously.
“Also, if you’re going to do so, you’re going to need a better angle.” Twilight deduced. “Get on my back.”
Once more, Twilight’s words sent the young drake mentally reeling as another part of his anatomy gave a slight pulse in agreement. “Sorry, one more time?”
“Get. On. My. Back.” Twilight spoke slowly and clearly, her tone firm and unyielding.
“A-Alright, if you…say so,” Spike weakly chuckled as he scratched his head. After swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, the dragon did as ordered. He swung his legs over Twilight till his knees rested on either side of her. Slowly, gently he lowered himself down, sitting on the lower half of the mare’s shapely back. With himself situated, Spike wasted no further time and got back to work. Once again, Twilight was correct. Since he was sitting over her back, the drake had better access to the lavender princess’s body. The change in position allowed him to get at Twilight’s stressed out form, and as instructed, he applied more forceful pressure.
His newly doubled effort didn’t go without Twilight’s notice as the alicorn moaned and whimpered at his ministrations. With practically every press of his hands and loosening of tension in her body, Twilight could have cared less at her shameless vocalization of pleasure. The older mare’s body soaked up each sensation of pain, joy, and relief, and it all flowed effortlessly to her every erogenous zone.
Her wings stiffened, nipples hardened, and worse of all, her quim moistened, creating an all too familiar wet stickiness between her legs. Ahhh, yesssssssssss, she whimpered internally. Fuck, it feels so good!
“Um…Twilight, I…” Spike murmured, his voice trailing off as Twilight quickly noticed something long, hot and hard stretching across her back.
“D-D-Don’t,” she stammered through the pleasure as she glanced back at him, her eyes brimming with lustful intensity. “D-Don’t, you d-dare s-s-stop.”
Spike’s cheeks flushed red, but he nodded feverishly before continuing. The dragon couldn't help but feel a tad awkward. Certainly more than a “tad,” given he couldn’t stop or hide his notable erection. His turgid rod pressed against the front of his pants, threatening to tear the fabric as the tip pushed into her back. Aw crap, he cringed. There’s no way Twilight hasn’t noticed this. She’s gonna kill me! But…she hasn’t yet. She even wants me to keep going. Something’s going on, and I’m starting to freak out!
Despite his inner turmoil, his hands seemed to have minds of their own as they refused to stop kneading Twilight’s tender form and cease her cries of ecstasy. Time seemed to fall away from the two as they became lost in the exchange, Spike digging and massaging the mare’s well of tension and Twilight’s pleasure mounting to its crescendo. Yesyesyes! Twilight mewled internally as pussy constricted, preparing for release. Almost there. Almost…most…there…ahhhh!
The lavender princess felt nothing short of the most potent sensation burst inside of her as her climax hit home. Her back arched, her wings unfurled, and muscles locked as her quim unleashed an incredible stream of her nectar onto the bed. Twilight wasn’t the only one locked in place. Spike instantly felt his body stop its ministrations as he witnessed with eyes his elder sister’s orgasm. If he wasn’t hard enough to break diamonds before, he certainly was then as he felt Twilight's trembling and gasping beneath him. Sweet Celestia of equestria, he mused in shock. Did she just…? Did I just…? Holy tartarus, that was hot!
After a few moments, Twilight eventually came down from her high as she relaxed her body and laid herself face down in the bed. Her breathing was deep and heavy as she tried to regain her senses, basking in the afterglow of her ecstasy. The young dragon remained in place, unsure what to do with himself. “Um…Twilight?”
“Hm?” she replied in a muffled tone, speaking into the pillow.
“Are…are you okay?”
“Mmm, I’m better than okay,” she cooed, turning her head to the side, so her voice carried clearly. “I feel great! I really needed that. Thanks, Spike.”
“You’re um…welcome,” he chuckled nervously.
“Well, now that I’m feeling much more relaxed,” she pushed herself up on her elbows to glance back at him, “now I can return the favor.”
Before Spike could inquire for an explanation, he watched as Twilight’s horn ignited from her magic and his body became captured in her ethereal grasp. The drake squirmed and tried to protest, but Twilight’s magic left no wiggle room whatsoever. Spike’s eyes widened in shock as Twilight sat upright and turned to sit in front of him, exposing herself fully to him. A look of joy and serenity plastered clear across her face. His shock grew further as Twilight snapped her fingers, and in a flash, Spike’s clothes vanished, leaving him completely naked.
Twilight’s eyes widened as she marveled at the sight of her most sought after prize. Spike’s tool was as big as any stallion’s and even girthier than she would’ve imagined, but the tip was a sharp point instead of flat. There was no medial ring halfway down. However, the narrow crown was covered in bumpy ridges. Hmm, so that’s what it looks like, Twilight pondered. Where was he hiding something like this?
With a small gesture, Twilight brought the dragon back down and relinquished her magic. She set him down with his head on her lap, giving him a full view of her breasts from below as his towering member throbbed and twitched to her right. “So, Spike, ready for your massage?” Twilight asked with a smokey leer.
“T-Twilight, w-w-what’s going on?” Spike stammered in a mixture of confusion and arousal. “W-What’s gotten i-into yo-ohhh!”
The dragon couldn’t help but gasp as he felt his elder sister’s hand softly yet firmly grip his shaft. The alicorn’s cheeks burnt at the strange sensations in her grasp. However, being the ever-curious mare that she was, her inquisitive mind urged her to continue…experimenting with this new piece of anatomy. Spike groaned and growled in his throat as Twilight’s hand glided up and down his shaft. A small smile grew on Twilight’s face as she marveled at Spike’s member, her hand romancing over every bumpy ridge from base to the pointed tip. “How’s that? I’m not hurting you am I?”
Spike shook his head firmly, shuddering against Twilight’s touch. “Does it feel good?”
Spike nodded firmly. “Does it feel even better than you imagined?”
“Absolutely,” Spike replied before his eyes nearly popped from his skull. He turned his gaze upward and met Twilight’s knowing gaze.
“It’s okay, Spike, I know.” She told him.
“You…you know?” He repeated. “How?”
“I saw you earlier,” She answered simply with a sly smirk, “in your bedroom. With my bedsheets.”
Spike couldn’t see his whole face turn red, but Twilight could, and she smiled even broader at the sight. “I know what you were doing. Pleasuring yourself with my sheets. Smelling them. Stroking yourself with them. All while thinking of me. I honestly couldn’t believe my eyes.”
“T-Twilight, I can explain…”
“Ah-ah, I’m still talking,” Twilight cut him off as she brought her hand from his shaft and up to his tip. She twisted her wrist as she jerked her hand around his pointed crown, earning a deep moan as he trembled beneath her. “Like I said, I couldn’t believe it. My sweet, helpful, adorable little brother, alone in his room, masturbating to thoughts of me. I was certainly shocked, to say the least. I never would have imagined you harbored such feelings for me. How long, hm? How long have you felt this way?”
“I…I-I don’t k-know,” he groaned.
“Hmm, that’s not the answer I wanted,” Twilight mused as she increased her tempo and twisted her wrists faster. Spike growled, gritting his teeth as the pleasure intensified. A wet squelching caused Twilight’s ear to twitch as she felt a wet sticky substance leak from Spike’s member and coated her hand. “C’mon, Spike,” Twilight cooed, her hands refusing to cease. “If you tell me, I’ll give you a nice reward.”
The dragon bit his lip, doing his best to resist, but Twilight’s touch was too good to hold out against. “For years!” Spike blurted out, causing Twilight to jolt back a bit in surprise.
The lavender princess didn’t stop her stroking. However, she did let up on the intensity to allow the dragon to properly speak his mind. “I’ve felt like this for years,” he answered thoroughly. “After realizing Rarity wouldn’t see me the way I hoped, I was lost. But you, Twilight, you wound me. You helped put me back together again. That’s when I realized that’s how you always were. I may be your assistant, but you were looking out for me way before I was for you. You taught me how to read and write. How many different types of gems are. You even used to read Shining’s comics with me.”
“Even though you knew I had no shot with Rarity, you still supported me. No matter how ridiculous my attempts. But after everything with Rarity went to bust, I started thinking about the only other pony who means so much to me. Then I started thinking about how much you mean to me. How I never wanted to be apart from you. About how much I care about you. Before long, my feelings started to escalate, and then the next thing I knew, I found myself fantasizing about you, about us. After a while, it was all I could think about. I…I love you, Twilight.”
Twilight felt her cheeks ablaze, but not from embarrassment. Instead, in excitement and sheer joy. Needing no further prompting, Twilight swiftly leaned down and pressed her lips against Spike’s. The drake balked in surprise, but the lush soft sensation of Twilight's lips caused him to melt into her embrace. When she pulled away, she smiled sweetly at him, “Now that’s the answer I wanted to hear.”
Once again, the mare enveloped the dragon in her magical grip, lifting him from the bed and moving him about. She sat up on her knees in the middle of the bed before repositioning Spike at the head of the bed, his back propped up by her large pillows. With him situated, Twilight moved once again, resting on her stomach. At the same time, the upper half of her body encompassed Spike’s lower half. The dragon groaned as he soon found his towering spire once again cocooned between the lavender alicorn’s massive breasts. His tip just barely peeking out through her cleavage.
“Now, for that reward, I promised,” Twilight cooed. “I’m going to make you cum now, Spike. Using just my breasts, I’m going to make cum. You’ll finally get to experience how my body feels. How good I can and will make you feel.”
As she spoke, Twilight reached up and grabbed the sides of her chest and pressed them fully against Spike’s phallus, squeezing it between her soft, tender flesh. He gasped as Twilight’s chest surrounded him in a perfect warm embrace. “Twilight…” Spike trailed on.
“Shh, just relax,” Twilight insisted. The princess opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as she let a trail of drool fall from her lips to coat the tip of the dragon’s dick. Once it was nice and slick, the mare began to stroke her tits around the drake’s member. Up and down in slow, fluid motions, her breasts glided along Spike’s shaft in the most pleasant of fashions. Spike could do nothing but groan and growl as sheer pleasure clouded his every thought.
Even in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine Twilight’s copious orbs would feel as exquisite as they did at that moment. The softness of her fur, the heat her body radiated, and the skill of her motions. Everything was just absolute ecstasy. “How is it, Spike,” Twilight purred. “Better than you’ve imagined?”
“And then some,” Spike groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long.”
“I know, I can tell,” Twilight giggled. “You’re so hard and hot against me. You’re leaking so much pre.”
Twilight knew she wasn’t exaggerating. Spike was practically drooling precum. With each stroke, she could feel herself sliding with greater ease. Her chest fur became matted by his secretions, and the princess enjoyed every second of it. Watching Spike’s precum flowing out of him more than tickled Twilight’s curiosity. Without a moment's hesitation, Twilight leaned forward and took her lover’s tip into her hungry mouth. The dragon groaned deeply as he felt the hot wet embrace of the mare’s mouth surround his head. Her lips locked into the perfect seal of suction as her tongue swirled around the pointed crown, lapping up every ounce of pre she could get.
The lavender princess moaned sweetly, sending delightful vibrations through his member. Between Twilight’s soft, bountiful chest stroking his shaft and her oral ministrations, Spike quickly felt his resistance waning as his release drew closer. “Argh, Twilight, I…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” the dragon voice trailed on as pleasure and ecstasy flooded his mind.
The mare needed no further warning. She could feel him throbbing and swelling in her grasp. Yes, Spike, cum. Please. I wanna taste it. I’ve dreamed of this for so long. Please fill my mouth!
Twilight doubled her efforts, stroking him faster and sucking and licking him harder. Her efforts were met with swift results. Just a few more of her ministrations quickly became too much. With a deep grunt and gasp, Spike finally climaxed. Twilight squeaked in surprise as she felt his cock kicking inside her mouth, firing a spray of hot sticky seed like a fire hose. However, despite her shock, the lavender princess quickly regained her senses as she began to swallow her long-sought prize.
Twilight moaned deeply in delight as she dutifully guzzled down her dragon’s load. The first shot lasted for a moment before the second one fired, giving her almost the same amount as before. But Twilight didn’t waver. She drank, sucked, and swallowed every drop he gave and relished in. Wow, there’s so much, she mused, and so thick. It’s almost as thick as Pinkie Pie’s triple chocolate pudding surprise. Almost.
Spike shuddered and groaned as Twilight devoured his seed like she was sucking a milkshake from a straw. Her lips never left his sensitive tip. From her delicate moans to her gentle sucking, his lover was doing her best to keep his post-orgasmic bliss afloat. Aw jeez, this feels amazing, he chuckled internally, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head. She’s not stopping or letting go. I almost feel like I could cum again from this.
Sadly, much to both their disappointment, Spike finally felt Twilight suck out the last of his orgasm. The mare relented and let go of Spike’s tip with a wet pop as she sighed in sheer satisfaction. “That was incredible,” Twilight smiled as she licked her lips. “I definitely expect you to orgasm so hard.”
“M-Me e-e-either,” Spike stammered as his afterglow continued to linger. “I…I’ve n-never cum s-s-so hard…b-before.”
“Glad to hear my skills were up to par,” Twilight leered lustfully at him. “Although, you wanna know what the best part is?”
“W-What?”
Twilight merely pulled herself back, just enough for Spike’s mastiff tool to slip from her titular embrace. “You’re still rock hard.”
Spike starred up, and sure enough, Twilight was right. His massive girthy tool still stood tall and strong and ready for more. He couldn’t believe it. The drake could’ve sworn he unloaded everything he had. After relieving himself earlier that day, he figured there couldn’t be much left. Seemed like his body wholeheartedly disagreed, much to Twilight’s delight. The alicorn eyed Spike’s phallus, licking her lips as her mouth began to water for more. Unfortunately, another part of her was practically drooling to have a taste of dragon meat. “Are you ready, Spike?” Twilight cooed.
The dragon watched as the mare rose to her full height, towering over him. She stepped over him slightly with her feet at both sides of his waist; his towering member aimed at her tender slit. He drank in the entirety of her magnificent form. He watched as her hands gilded and grazed her figure. Before long, her right arm nestled under her massive breasts, gently groping her left tit. All the while, her left hand found its way between her legs. “Because I am.”
Spike nearly felt his eyes pop from his skull. He watched as Twilight’s fingers pulled apart, separating her glistening lips, exposing the hot pink flesh of her pussy. No sooner had she parted her labia did Twilight feel some of her nectar drip from her entrance. The sizable dollop fell perfectly onto Spike’s tip. If the dragon wasn’t hard enough to crush diamond before, it certainly was then. Spike felt himself throbbing in sheer need and excitement. More than eating gems. More than he needed his next breath. Spike needed to be inside Twilight, or he felt he would lose his mind. “Twilight, please,” he grunted. “I want you.”
“And you can have me.” She spoke softly as she slowly lowered herself down. “Right here. Right now…”
Her voice trailed on as Spike’s tip met her waiting entrance, “I’m all yours.”
With that final declaration, the alicorn princess took the final plunge and speared herself down onto Spike’s spire. The two gasped and moaned as they felt the connection between them. Twilight’s jaw hung open, her eyes wide and wings flared out as white-hot pleasure pierced her to the core. She could feel him. Every inch of Spike was inside her. His tool pressing against every fold of her tunnel with the head nestled right against her most profound depths. She whimpered as a line of drool fell from the corner of her lips. The mare could feel her walls responding in kind to his presence, massaging the whole of his length and girth with the utmost care and desire. He’s…so big, she mused in her lust addled state. I never knew it would feel like this.
Whatever control the mare once held seemed to have vanished as she felt her hips slowly rising against her command. She trembled and shuddered as the nubbly ridges scraped against her cavern. Finally, it’s real, she told herself as she reached the tip, leaving it inside. “Finally…you’re all mine.”
Once more, Twilight slapped her hips down, driving Spike down to the hilt once again, crying out in absolute pleasure. With her self restraint gone, Twilight’s body betrayed her as she began riding her lover in the act of total abandon. Twilight rode Spike with all her might in a series of long hard thrusts, the sheer ecstasy overwhelming her senses as she practically screamed in reverence. Spike seemed to fare no better. He could feel every impact of Twilight’s substantial frame slamming him deep into the mattress, but he didn’t care. The all-encompassing embrace of Twilight’s warm, wet, tight pussy was just too good to ignore.
He groaned and growled as he wrapped his arms around the small of her back, hugging himself close to her, burying his face between her bouncing breasts. He couldn’t believe it. Every thrust beyond incredible. Twilight’s pussy clung to him almost like a second skin, practically molding itself to her upon entry and sucking him when she pulled up. And the best part was her cervix. Each time Twilight bottomed out, he could feel the entrance of her womb kissing his tip so needy yet tenderly. It was indeed beyond words. Spike had spent many a night dreaming of taking Twilight to bed, but he never could’ve dreamed it would be anything like what he was experiencing.
Whether for better or worse, he couldn’t say, but against Twilight’s feverous ministrations, the drake could feel his own self-control steadily slipping. Along with his mind as he felt his body moving again on its own accord. His arms slowly moved down the mare’s back before coming to rest on her ass. Aw crap, he groaned, sensing the last of his reason fading. I…I can’t take it…anymore. Twilight, forgive me!
With that, Spike, at last, lost all restraint as his claws dug deep into the buoyant, tender flesh of the alicorn’s ass, earning a shriek of surprise from her. “Spike, careful with your cla-ahhhhhh!” The confusion she felt didn’t last long as Twilight suddenly felt Spike’s hips thrusting into her with all their might.
The sudden abruptness, along with the sheer intensity of his movements, brought Twilight’s hips to a screeching halt as Spike ravished her pussy for all he could. Unbelievable was all she could think to say. Spike’s thrusting was so fast and hard, she could barely process her own thoughts. Each one bottomed out, smashing his tip against her cervix, driving her pussy into a frenzy. It writhed around him like it was worshiping the most crucial thing in the world. And to her surprise, Twilight was okay with that. For once, she didn’t want to think or reason with what was happening. She only wanted to feel. To drown in the bliss and ecstasy that her body was soaking in. So, that’s what she did.
“Ohhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkkkk…” her voice trailed on as her eyes threatened to roll to the back of her head. “Yesss, Spikeeee! D-Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stoppp!”
“Twilight, your pussy is incredible,” he grunted, his hips refusing to stop. “I…I can’t stop, even…if I w-wanted to.”
“Good, b-because I’m…I’m gonna cum,” she panted, a trail of drool running down her muzzle as she bit her lip. “I’m…gonna cum…s-s-so hard!”
Hearing her proclamation only spurred the dragon on even further. He could feel it. The alicorn’s pussy growing tighter and tighter by the second. She was set to pop, and there was no stopping it. “Yesyesyesyes, fuck! Shit…I’m…cumming!”
Twilight screamed as her back arched and her wings flared. She trembled as her pussy spasmed, and her nectar erupted from her, dowsing Spike’s pelvis in her essence. Sadly, as much as she wanted to enjoy the afterglow, such respite never came as she noticed Spike hadn’t ceased his motions and continued to thrust into her. The intense sensation from earlier only magnified after her early release. His constant thrusting into her still spasming depths did more than keep her orgasm still fresh in her system, but quickly had her rounding on her third of the evening. “S-S-Spike, I’m…I-I’m still…still c-c-cumming!”
“I know, but I…still can’t stop,” he groaned. “Your pussy got…so much wetter…and tighter after you…came. It feels too good to stop!”
“B-B-But I…I’m…g-g-going to c-cum again!”
“Me too,” he swore, feeling the pressure in his nethers rising fast. “I’m wanna…cum inside you. Let me cum…inside!”
“Yes…d-do it,” she pleaded, her mind and body genuinely giving in to her newfound delights. “Release it…all inside me. I…I want my…my w-womb filled to…t-to the brim!”
Spike’s vigor, much like his desire, never wavered. He continued driving his hips with great haste. Twilight’s lingering orgasm kept her pussy practically in a vice grip as it prepared her for another, which had Spike nearing his just as quickly. The pressure built up fast, and neither could hold out any longer. In a unified chorus of ecstasy, Spike drove himself, impaling himself deep inside Twilight’s most sacred inner chamber as the two came together. Spike’s molten hot seed practically exploded from him with the force of a fire hydrant, filling Twilight’s womb with the first shot alone. The excess swiftly spilled out, coating the rest of her cavern.
Twilight’s cavern responded similarly as her tight, wet sheath thoroughly massaged the whole of her lover’s length. Every throb and pulse was met with a comforting squeeze of her walls as the alicorn’s pussy worked its absolute hardest to milk Spike dry. At the same time, her own mare cream drenched Spike’s lower half and the sheets beneath them. The two didn’t move, their bodies locked together in a hot, sweaty embrace as their simultaneous climax lasted for what seemed like forever. By the time it ended, the two felt honestly spent. Or, at least, Twilight did as she collapsed forward on her dragon, breathing as if she had run the Running of the Leaves a hundred times over. Warm, she mused purely satisfied as her senses came to her. So…warm…and…full.
The princess didn’t move to check. She didn’t need to. Twilight could feel so much of Spike’s seed practically flowing like a stream from her indeed, well-fucked quim. Mmm, now that’s…just what I…needed.
Twilight’s ruminations soon faded as she felt a hand lightly slapping her left ass cheek. She gasped in realization as she pushed herself up on her arms, revealing a heavily panting purple dragon. “Spike, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-”
“Nah,” Spike quickly waved her off as he tried to catch his breath, “it’s…it’s okay. I’m…good.”
Twilight glanced over her back towards the small but more than visible white puddle behind them. After a brief assessment, Twilight could tell Spike was still nestled inside her. “Jeez, you’re still hard,” she muttered. “Well, not as hard as before, but still. Want me to pull off?”
Spike merely nodded, still trying to regain his breath. The alicorn slowly and gingerly raised her hips, lightly whining as Spike’s member slid from her grasp. Before long, Spike’s member finally slipped free with a wet ‘shlop’ before it fell against his belly. It was coated in both their love juices and at half-mast, but he didn’t care. His post-orgasmic relief washed over him, and he had no problem drinking it in. Twilight then shifted herself over onto her back beside him, resting her right hand over her stomach and the other over her drooling slit.
She moaned lightly as she let her fingers swim around the mess between her legs. “Wow, you…really did a number on me,” she mused aloud. “I can’t believe you still had this much left in you.”
“Same here,” he replied, staring up at the ceiling. “I’ve never cum so much or that hard before.”
“Likewise,” she nodded in agreement, staring at the ceiling as well. “That was amazing, Spike. You’re amazing.”
“Back atcha,” he chuckled. The two remained silent for a time, both staring at nothing as their minds wandered. The pregnant silence lingered for a time until one of them finally spoke up.
“Spike,” Twilight called out, still staring at the ceiling.
“Yeah?” He replied, glancing over at her.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry,” he quirked a brow, turning his head fully towards her, “what for?”
“For making you worry.” She answered, still refusing to meet his gaze. “You and Starlight. I’ve been dealing with some things lately. Thoughts and feelings I thought I was over. Or rather, thoughts and feelings I wanted to be over but couldn’t. You’re not the only one who has been hiding things and dealing with them in secret. The truth is…I love you, Spike.”
Spike’s heart skipped so many beats he thought he‘d need CPR as his cheek burned red. “R-Really!?”
“Mhmm,” she nodded, smiling as she turned on her side to face him. “I’ve loved you for a long time now. Practically since we moved to Ponyville, though that’s when the problem started.”
“Problem?”
“Rarity.” She answered simply, her ears drooping. “I saw the way you looked at her. I…I always wanted you to look at me like that. But I always knew you’d only ever see me as your “big sister” or “boss” or whatever. You’d never see me as a mare. As much as I wanted you, more than anything, I just wanted you to be happy. So, I kept my muzzle shut and supported you as best I could. However, after you started realizing Rarity’s feelings weren’t mutual, my feelings began resurfacing. Once again, I felt like you were within reach, but I didn’t know what to do or how to do it? How could I tell the one I love, who sees me as his guardian, practically family, that I love him?”
“I couldn’t find the answer. So, again, I remained silent. Unfortunately, my feelings refused to stay down this time. As of late, I’ve been having some really…vivid dreams…about you. And me. Together.”
Silence fell for a moment as she let her words sink in. The look on Spike’s face told her he hung on every word she spoke. “At first, they came at random. I’d dream of us together, doing so many things. Like, how lovers do. I’d wake up, breathing hard and…sticky. I thought they would go away after a while, but no. They started coming more and more frequently, making it hard to sleep. Which is why I’ve been dragging my hooves for the last week or so. It wasn’t until I saw you earlier…with my sheets that I…felt I had a real chance. To tell you. To confess to you. To…give myself to you. So, I set this all up, hoping to finally get this out in the open.”
“I know I led you into this.” She admitted. “We both got caught in the moment, and I lead you practically the whole way. But now, I can say it, and I want to hear this from you now that it’s over. I love you, Spike. Honestly, and with all my heart. Do you love me too?”
No sooner had she finished her sentence did she feel Spike’s arms and legs wrap around her stomach and waist with his face nestled firmly between her expansive chest. About a second later, his head popped free from her cleavage to plant a deep passionate kiss on the alicorn’s lips. Twilight blinked several times in surprise before she melted into the embrace. “Of course I love you, Twilight.” He swore. “I don’t think I could love anypony more.”
Twilight smiled ecstatically as she wrapped her arms around Spike’s back, pulling him close and kissing him deeply. Spike swiftly returned to affection, kissing her back. However, their makeout session didn’t last long as Twilight quickly recognized the hard, hot, and pulsing rod pressing against her stomach. She giggled as she broke the kiss, “Look who’s back. Ready for more?”
“Sorry,” Spike chuckled nervously. “After listening to you confess and the kissing…I’m just excited.”
“Don’t apologize,” she told him, her voice laced with lust, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “I’m happy to see you react to me like this. Besides, given how long it took us to get here, we have a lot of time to make up for.”
If the seductive tone wasn’t enough, the feel of her hand on his shaft again got a nice twitch from his cock. “You’re pretty sticky, and I’m no better. Let’s fix that.”
With a quick flare of her magic, all the excess secretions of their previous lovemaking vanished I a flash, leaving them as fresh as when they began. “Thank Celestia,” she exclaimed, “It’s so good to be able to think straight enough to use my magic properly! Now, time for a little experiment.”
“Experiment?” Spike inquired as Twilight began to stroke up and down his length.
“I told you we need to make up for lost time,” Twilight cooed, glancing at him with a smokey gleam in her eyes. “So now, we’re gonna conduct a little experiment: how many times does it take to make you go completely soft. Interested?”
“Definitely,” he grinned before lying back on the bed, his hands behind his head. “I’m in your capable hands, Professor Twilight.”
“Hmm, I like the sound of that,” she purred. Note to self, look into potential roleplaying.
“For now, just relax and let me take care of you.”
And Spike did just that. The night passed them by in a haze of different positions, screams, and mass exchange of bodily fluids. The two truly could not get enough of each other as they indulged in every sexual impulse that struck them. The room echoed with the cries of passion and the heady scent of lovemaking, long after the candles that littered the room had dwindled and expired. By the time it was all over, Celestia’s sun had just begun to rise into the sky. Its brilliant orange and yellow rays slowly crept into the room. When they reached the bed, it bathed the two in its warmth.
Though, they had no need of it as the two lay together, held firmly in each other’s arms, their legs tangled together and their tails intertwined. The alicorn slowly stirred back to the waking world. Twilight’s half-lidded eyes peered around the room. Her bedding lay in shambles. Feathers and claw marks littered her mattress. All this and the scent of sex in the air brought back memories of the previous night. She glanced down to see her dear dragon lover wrapped around her, nuzzling his face between her breasts. The princess smiled and gently tightened her hold around him as she nuzzled her head against his. Last night: totally worth the wait. She mused as she drifted back to slumber, basking in the embrace of their long-sought love.
