~ Epilogue ~

The Difference Between Hell and Heaven

Twilight Sparkle wiggled beneath the sheets of the bed, stretching out all of her hooves, popping all the kinks in her muscles, developed, throughout the night. Something wrapped around her chest stopped her from moving too much, though.

And she groaned before even being awake. "Spike..."

"Hmmm?"

"Mmhm... Spike..."

"Ngya... ack... hmmm... tnch... yeah?"

"You have to... hmm... let me go..."

"N-No, Twi." The arm wrapped around her, pulled the mare close, that her back conformed to the curve of his torso. His scales blanketed her as his body heat bathed her. It was her favourite embrace. "There's enough space on the bed for both of us. Don't drown for my sake."

Twilight angrily mumbled. Still closed and backing into him more. "It's the male that drowns for the girl in that flick."

"Good thing we're different from other couples."

"That... you want me to drown?"

"No! That we choose to share the space or, y'know, just fly away."

"Mhmm... good point."

Twilight nearly fell back to sleep as she felt warm from last night. She could feel all the touches from the previous night. The pleasant soreness between her legs and the linger scratches that had played on her flanks. "But... there's so much... hmm.... paperwork to be done..."

Spike also groaned and held her tighter—out of fear. "Can't we do it later?"

"I have a speech to give later." She wiggled at thinking about it. "One that announces the date of my ascension. Terrified by that, by the way."

His claw raced to the top of her head, stroking down her mane, infusing his hug with love. "Don't be. It'll be scary, and it'll mean moving on. But... it'll get easier. Soon you'll get comfortable. It's just going onto the next thing, y'know."

"Maybe."

"How about you lay in bed for a little longer, and I'll pamper you, then I'll help out with that paperwork."

"You'll work for free?"

"Free is a strong word." His thighs clamped over her hips. "Maybe in our shower together... you could do that thing."

"Spike?"

"Please?"

Twilight thought about it. "Okay. Fine. In the shower together—I'll do it."

"Sweetness!"

"But you're tending to me for an hour as I do paperwork."

"Where's the downside?"

"Boys."

"Fine! It's not fair to do that shower thing anyway, so—"

"Wait! No! I like your... oh."

"Ha! You're just as addicted to me as I'm addicted to you."

"And thank Celestia for that."

The two laid in bed together.

"Will... you come to my speech later?"

"Front roll with the tallest thumbs up."

"You're the only one with a thumb."

"I know! It's how I can be sure it'll be the tallest."

"Y'know, normally, I would be silently terrified about this."

"No longer silent about it, are you?"

"Not even terrified anymore."

"Why?"

"Because I have you."

"Love ya, Twi."

"Love you too, Spike."

The couple eventually got out of bed and went for the showers, being in the bathroom together, enough to pound their hearts, but all for good reasons. Normally this was a place they came to by themselves; a room to be alone in all throughout their lives with.

They blushed. And kept several feet from the other. Heart pounding in loving having another here. Spike would always go in first, warming the water and getting everything ready. Twilight would be in after him, the two, standing behind each other.

It was midway through their shower that, as the dragon was rubbing a claw of soap across his arms, he looked down, and saw the mare lowering her chest to the ground. Sticking up her rump as her sex peeked out between glistering flanks.

Twilight looked up at him from the ground, with heavy, wet bangs, obscuring her face. Starting to grin as his fluster and the muster of his cock peeking into existence. Then she backed her ass into his cock, catching it into its cleft, rocking, squeezing, as his member grew.

Spike couldn't help but reach down, taking hold of her flanks, squeezing them, and pushing them forward. Twilight rose at once and smacked her hooves onto the walls of the shower. Her chest rested against the smoothness as his claws reached for her wrists.

"This isn't the usual deal."

Twilight turned her head, enough, to lean and lick his cheek. "Maybe I didn't feel like blowing the big bad dragon."

"Bad idea."

"Show me why."

Twilight sat at the table with her legs spread on the chair, eating an assortment of pancakes, strawberries, fried and cut bananas and other delicious makings of a dish. Chewing and chewing with a pleasured face.

Although that was for different reasons.

"N-Nhmmm... you... want to focus the clit... and that... other spot... at different tempos." Beneath the table, the dragon was buried between her legs, face set at her fuzzy vulva, eating away at his breakfast. He pulled away to the markings of honey on his lips. "C'mon! Let me practice a little here! You're getting off twice today!"

"I need to be sure nothing happens during my speech!" Twilight glared down her front, at the seat and edge of the table, seeing a hint of the dragon's face between. "And don't say you don't enjoy it! I haven't been eating these bananas for a reason."

"O-Oh..."

"Sooooooo."

"Fine."

The pleasure resumed, and the mare continued eating.

Spike was set in the office and sitting before a desk, bringing a paper close to his face, the text, however, a long stripe of black blurs. No squinting could help his red face. Much less the little exhales and the beads of sweat starting across him.

Then his claw clenched, and he glanced down.

Twilight was underneath the desk, her mouth, full of his cock, her lips, stretched, to take all of him in. Her eyes were closed, and her hooves set on his thighs. She rocked forward and back, moaning and in love, twisting a little to feel him differently.

"Tch." Spike groaned and scooted the chair back, leaning the same, allowing the mare more access to him. "Dunno how you do it. Can't... read... while you're...."

Twilight's eyes opened as they stared at him, and she doubled her speed, sucking him off and lubricating him all over. The dragon writhed in place, unable to stop his claws from going to the back of her head. He pulled her into his crotch, as he thrust down her throat, humping her face.

The mare rolled her eyes but let the dragon do as he wished. Her throat, thrust into, as he had his way. Getting closer and his throbs getting harder until everything hitched into completion. He exploded inside of her, spurt after spurt, burning and marking her throat.

Spike enjoyed the pleasure for a few seconds more. Then his claws pulled away, and the mares backed off her dick. Her head whipped back, and she swallowed, wiping her lips with a hoof. The dragon was slack in his seat, panting, recovering from his orgasm.

Twilight giggled and sauntered toward him. His head fell to look at her, confused, but with an idea of what she was going to do. The mare turned before him, presenting her rump, which she then sat on his lap. Her back fell into his front, and she wiggled to get comfortable, laying her sex on his shrinking member.

Her magic scooted them back to the desk, the two, a ticking time bomb, as she levitated the subsequent sheets of work before their face.

"What do you think of this change?"

"You'll get more dragon visitors... and there's enough space in Ponyville to build a cultural center for them." He sighed and, wrapping one arm around the mare's chest, the other scratched the back of his head. "But there's no space in Canterlot for it. And to change anything there, now, would cause an upset."

Twilight struggled into the crook beneath his jaw. "True. But we need to spread a diversity that, while not too drastic, will encourage other kids to visit us. Feel like they have a comfort zone, here, where they can retreat too."

"Why don't you start with this construction in Ponyville?" Spike pointed to one of the blueprints. "Here's a hub that's accommodating to them. Some dragons are a bit too big to fit in buildings. Some sales might need to take place outside stores. We might need to set an exemption for them to be allowed to do that."

"Hmm." Twilight rested her head into his collarbone, then, leaning up to kiss his chin. "True."

The two kept like this for a while, and worked together.

Twilight Sparkle stood in the hallway by herself, tall and confident, even with a heart that was hammering. Countless press with their chattering was on the other side of the doors. Even though she was scared—she had no fear in pushing open the doors.

She strode through the flashing lights, of being poised above the room filled with over a hundred, all eyes on her. She stood there for a moment for the commotion to calm down. It gave her time to breathe. To clear her mind.

Twilight glanced down to the rows of seats, all the ponies, dragons, griffons and the like. So many here because of her. She couldn't tell their features. Only seeing their eyes. Impressed or unimpressed. Happy or angry? She couldn't tell. Only speculate. And that never went well.

But there was one creature she saw with perfect clarity. That seeing him at the end of the world would be enough to still her heart. He was a face in the crowd, nothing special in contrast to all else—but it was how she looked at him that made the dragon unique.

Spike was the first to start clapping, starting the trend for everyone else to follow, as the room applauded her entrance. Twilight bowed to the respect, but glancing up at him, could read his lips. He gave her a thumbs-up while mouthing the words.

"I love you."

And she did the same.

"Love you too.”

Although those words were said by many, each saying was unique, for that love, and to whom it was directed to, could refer to them only. Twilight looked to the rest of the room, and although it still caused her to feel weak, which the dragon knew of, his presence, gave her what she needed to truly be strong.

And then Princess Twilight Sparkle gave her speech without stuttering.

Author's Note

Most of these afterwards begin with some lessons learned from writing the above story. It began as a gift to a friend who, progressively, became less of a friend. That isn't to speak poorly of them.

Just how things go, sometimes.

There isn't really a great moral I can stake upon this. I wanted to start writing more gifts for friends, as see with the few that I wrote before, to pay homage to EQM. But even that type of goodness has run its course with me.

This was a story I put a lot of thought and heart into. It seems to be the fate of the world that, the projects you don't care for, do well, and the ones you do, then do poorly for it. This story bombed for whatever reason you wish to place on it.

I've become something of a black sheep for this site, and I know that affects people wanting to read my stuff. Can't say I blame them for it. There's plenty of people I met or heard about that, because of that, I no longer have a wish to check out their stuff.

So I suppose all I can be thankful for is the original urge of loving Spilight that took me to write this piece, and the few that came along, enjoying the ride. Maybe, someday, this story will come out in another form, and find a different kind of success like that. Or it will fail twice as hard.

Good news. Bad news.

Who is to say?

I figured it's better not to give this story a proper afterword, but instead, to leave this entry as a proper reflection of the person, at the time, who wrote it, forgot its contents, and then uploaded with a strange hope.

The story did not do well in all hoped regards. There was not a great learning or an overcoming at its finish. I started it hollow. And ended it hollow. I've been going back to read my older works to find them terrible.

It's my only wish now, that when I go back to this work, that I can see some improvement, some goodness, inside the work. That I became not only a better writer through all this writing, but also, wrote a story that I would enjoy—even if I was the only one to enjoy it.

~ Yr. Pal, B ~