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Confession in the Bedroom

The problem with the promise of sex is that, if a time is not supplied with it, one party is confused as to when to make a move or to see something as a move. Both dragon and mare returned to eating their cooled food. It did not taste as good as when it was warm. This did not come as a surprise to them.

Spike had suddenly come around the table to her side in Twilight's attempt to stomach the chilly noodles, and she froze on his approach. Limply laid a strand from her lips. She blinked. Is this it? Hardly romantic.

Twilight's eyes tightened at the first move being a cliche but couldn't help but close them in wait. Indeed she'd been shifting from flank to flank, bubbles of purple, forming and flattening, on rising and sinking across the seat. Her needy little lips were tucked between the pair, the sides, pressed on, to a fraction of the pressure she craved.

She waited and waited.

For a kiss that never came.

But the summoning of heat.

"How much do you want them reheated?"

Her eyes cracked open as the effect shot across her soul. "Whuah?"

He's... going to do... WHAT NOW down there?

But a shiver took her out of it. Before her, the dragon kneeled next to the dish. His claws cupped over the food like a bowl. He leaned in as his thumbs moved out of the ways. Closing his eyes and exhaling, a stream of fire blew inside, the glow of emerald, flickering, in the little spaces between his digits.

Green fire swirled around the inner-rim of the claws as they lowered to inches above the food, cooking it, as the deliciousness of the lights teased to the outside world. Cocking his head to see how the temperature developed—leaning in a few to spew a few more flames—he glanced back to her.

"I find natural fire helps in preserving the original flavours of the meal." He chuckled at her before looking back at the fireworks beneath his claws. Calming and angelic was the show. It brought total calm to all. "Maybe you could do a spell that totally reheats it to when it's made fresh—but something about this is nice."

Twilight's lips were open and they refused to close. Strands of pasta dropped from her lips and onto the table. Elation, anger, and confusion were the cocktail of the moment. The first wanted to kiss him on the cheek. The second wanted to smack that cheek. The third wanted to stare endlessly at that cheek.

"There's... a few spells that could do, well, e-exactly as you said. Especially after you left and I became desperate." Twilight coughed into a hoof and turned away. Warmed became her body and especially to the cheeks of her own. Cause of his fire or the one below? Not like there's a third option. "But at least this makes it unique! I'm sure it'll taste fantastic."

Spike looked back at her with a nod and an exhaled chuckle. Something about him was off. Tension rolled off his scales as even his heartbeat rattled the air. Over the dish, his claws were shivering, despite being warmed by fire—unable to be stung by such either.

"Um."

"Yeah?"

"Spike?"

"Y-Yes Twilight?"

"The sauce is about to catch fire."

Spike had jerked away from the plate as the release of the fire shot to the roof. Twilight's horn blasted a shield over their trajectory and dispelled the flames. Spike looked down from the show at her, his guilty smile at the large, a series of awkward chuckles from them both.

"I, uh, thank you?"

Twilight's eyes nearly closed and her lips became compressed as her forced nods scooted him off the hook. It wasn't before long they returned to the meals. She took a few bites, some places toasty, others crunchy where they shouldn't be. Charred black on paste meant to be a rich red.

"So how is it?"

Nothing compared to that spell I can do in five seconds.

"Pretty good! I can taste you in it." Twilight blinked and her chest seized and her forehooves shot out and up and surrendered. Her elbows banged onto the table to the clattering of plates and forks. "N-Not that kind of taste though! Just your breath."

Spike winced. "Oh! My bad! I thought I brushed extra well today."

Twilight closed her eyes and tried again. "N-Not like that! I just mean your smoke. I can taste you all over this dish." Her vision risked imploding from the overloading pressure. "Not like the other tasting I'll be doing tonight, but the—OH DEAR CELESTIA, I REALLY SAID THAT!"

"T-Tasting? You mean like..." Spike glanced down his body to the place between his legs, which would come soon into use, and, that thought, the feeling attached, for whatever reason, jerked him from his chair. His knees smacked into the underside of the table as his plate jostled around. "Oh! Uh. Hehehe. Oh. Oh boy."

His breathing picked up, and the world started to zoom, and flesh shrunk beneath his scales. Scolding was his melting heart. Every breath, strained, in choking on the dense air.

"Y-You don't have to do that!"

Out of the cocktail of the previous three: confusion was the hottest spice.

"Whuh? What do you mean? Of course I have to do that!" Twilight looked to the sides, as was the custom of looking to others when something ridiculous had been spoken. Her own surprise at this would have to suffice. "I-I mean it's only f-fair. You're going to be... down there. Y'know. Licking and um. E-Eating?"

Spike's jaw dropped. "You mean that I eat that?!"

Twilight's lips nearly came one in how they blasted together, the whole of her body, seizing, at the absurdity of the conversation. She was panting like an animal in an inability to express or describe all that was wrong.

Nor was she the kind of mare that could talk so casually about sex.

"Not actually EAT, you numbskull! You metaphorically eat it—I-I mean." Twilight squeezed her eyes as disgust instead of lust flushed down her. "You lick it a lot. M-Make out with it even? They're just another pair of lips—so it's like a kiss!"

There was no describing Spike's face on the other side of the table. Like a wounded puppy told to go lick mud for having gotten something wrong. His right eye was wide though his left twitch closer to being closed. "K-Kiss like exploring each other's m-mouths and all that?"

"Y-Yeah! Though it's tighter and longer and with slime, and it undulates and—I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M TALKING ABOUT MY PRIVATES LIKE THIS!" Twilight slammed a hoof onto the wood, and her fluffy chest huffed and puffed to the disarray of her breathing. "Didn't you already do all this stuff with Rarity or some other mare? You should already know all this!"

That had gone too far. Hooves crossed over her mouth. Muffled scream into a broad wrist.

"Sorry! Sorry."

Spike laid back on the other seat, breathing and panting as well, looking at everything around the mare—yet not at her. He fought. He tried. Some force pushed away his gaze on it coming too close. He coughed into a claw and bowed his head. "Don't worry about it. I'm not roughed up on her. It ended on good terms."

"Did it?"

"Mostly... yes." His eyes shut. "And the part that didn't was my fault to begin with." Spike breathed, nice and slow, to find his grove. "And I'm sorry about all this. Wish I was... a bit better at dealing with stuff like this. Or what we're about to do after dinner."

Twilight laughed in a rising squeak that replaced anger with euphoria. She tittered in her seat to tips of hooves tapping on the chair. Excitement not so much to sleep with him, but rather, to be done with lava that nipped on her other lips. "So after dinner then?"

"Think that's about the right time—yeah." Excitement didn't carry with him. Rather the dread in facing a terrifying fate. Twilight had been worried about the beginning signs. Waiting for the cue. To follow him into the bathroom, or when to pause at his door. "You haven't been able to sleep well ever since this started, right? Maybe giving you a good night's rest will... did I just saying giving you?"

Laughter became her as the air became thin once again. "What's this? Is this a hint of the alpha dragon coming out?"

"Yeah right! Not even close." There was still that pain about him. Twilight continued to be cute and adorable and swishing her tail to the spread of pheromones in the air. Yet inside, a part of her was stabbed. Previous scars tearing into a wound. "I'm just in this to help you, Twilight. I... don't need anything in return for it. Can't promise I'll be the best in that department. But tell me what to do, and I'll do it."

Why had those words been so cruel without the attachment of malicious intent? She was in heat, and nothing would do the trick except for a partner—whom she only needed to be a periodical partner in bed. Needing to get off and then be free for a certain amount of time.

And that's exactly what he's here for. Yet... I'm not happy with that. I want something more from it—but I'm not sure what? Do I want him to f-f-fuck me? T-To actually want it? But I've never cared about that stuff before.

Why would I suddenly want him now to squeeze my rump? Or to be amazed by it or me? N-None of this is making sense. Maybe he's right. Maybe all of this will be clear after I get some sleep. Just... just need to wait until after dinner.

The two ate in silence as the thick air returned.

Twilight had been hoping for him to take the lead but, in the hallway, he kept behind, not looking at her behind, but rather, to wherever they were looking too. She knew she'd been a touch bit wet. Strands of tail now plastered to the fatness of a flank.

The shifting globes, heavier than heft, sliding and grind, one into the other, working out the scent tucked between them.

Twilight stopped at the opening in the hallway that split into sides. Holding in the center of it, she turned around, looking up to the dragon—who stepped back in response. Heat radiated from him. Nervous energy emitting a tingle into her belly.

What is his fear? Sleeping with me? W-We're too close for anything to break us apart. Could it be he never saw me like that before? I doubt he could ever look at Cadance as anything sexy. Could it be the same with me?

Now it was her turn to panic as, in looking up to him, both of them paused. She had failed to say anything. The ends of the halls, blanketed in darkness, crunched, pulling in, the world starting to implode. The ceiling so high above, a hill of glass seeing to the stars, falling down, everything closing in.

W-Why aren't you saying anything? Take c-charge! S-So what if he's NEVER seen you in that light and you're NOW forcing him to be with something he would never WANT? He's doing it to help you. He wouldn't have agreed otherwise.

"I... uh... mine or yours?"

Spike blinked down at her with a face rearing into insecurity.

Twilight huffed. "R-Rooms, I mean. Mine or yours?"

Spike chuckled his anxiety away. "How about Starlight's? It's not like she uses it anymore."

Twilight laughed. "Ha! While I doubt she'll be back for more than a visit... something about that doesn't feel right." Something about all of this doesn't feel right. Why are you suddenly so different, Spike? Able to joke about all that stuff but... when it comes to it... being so afraid. "H-How about we do my room? We can see how we like it and... yeah."

His voice meekly replied. "Sounds good to me."

The ceiling and other halls kept in their crunch except for the sprawling one ahead. Drenched in darkness except for the rains of moonlight across the path. It was enough, in the dark, to guide them toward the room. Footsteps loud and heartbeats louder.

Why doesn't he naturally want to sleep with me? Would I want to sleep with me? I... I like how I look. More thick and round with pudge I would have liked—but he always teased guys liking that. But how could he say all that without enjoying it himself? Is it because he saw those features at a distance?

What good is that distance if it causes his words don't mean anything?

Should I call this off?

Things are already awkward.

Could I find anyone else?

Like that one time-stand... no... not that ever again.

There's no one better I can find right now.

I'll have to make do with Spike.

They reached the door, and it creaked open to the reveal of the room. It was bathed in darkness except for a large window. Both parties stood at the frame of the door, gazing in for, on the first step forward—there could not be one backward.

Spike looked down to Twilight, and Twilight looked up to Spike, both side by side, in the same fate in the same place, the calling toward the bed commanding them. Twilight had to crane her neck a little to even see him. How tall he'd become. Imposing without being imposing.

There was a miracle about him. So slender without being weak or strong as to be bulky. Small bearded scales across his jaw with eyes, though dimmed, still tore through the darkness with their tired glow. In closing them for a second, he breathed, the window closed, the air of the room, like the mare next to him—smelling of that.

Mare.

His eyes opened, and his claw was held below his chin. Staring into it revealed its jitters. Unable to keep still no matter his breathing or the words cracked into a joke. Exhales carried weight yet did not carry out his tension.

But a wing flew from the side of his view and laid on it. Wingtips brushing his palm into a calm. He stared at it intensely as weight flushed out through him. Looking down and to the left, Twilight was there smiling up at him, as still and silent as he.

"Nervous?"

Spike bunched his lips together with defeat as his expression. "How could you tell?"

"There were a few signs."

"Sorry about those."

"Don't be—you have every reason to be nervous. I am too."

"Ever done this before?"

"O-Once."

"How was it?"

"Sadly phenomenal."

"You don't hear those two words going together often."

Twilight's wing slunk from his claw and tucked into her side. She strode forward, past pains overriding current ones, walking toward the bed as she did in memory. Her hoof laid on the end of the wood as her vision swept across the mattress. "That stallion... knew how to make a girl feel special. Oh, Spike. He would whisper the nicest things and caress in all the right spots. Sensations you didn't know you had brought to life with utter... love."

Spike chuckled from the door and, in hearing the pain in her tone, stepped forward, uncaring of his own. Indeed that's how it was for the dragon. In sensing the first strife in his best friend, the legitimate need for her assistant, he was there, no matter what, to whatever effect upon himself. "It sounds like you're raising the bar a little too high for me to reach here."

The back of Twilight's head shook to the light sway of her mane. Shambling to the left, she came before one of the wooden banisters of the bed and, without hesitance, clung to it as it sunk into the softness and fluffiness of her chest. "I'd never expect you to match that. I don't think too many stallions can. Oh, Celestia. What a mistake that was."

Twilight laid her forehead onto the beam and rubbed into it; the dragon was several steps behind her though unable to be with her. No matter the time before, he would be there, in a hug or embrace, digits running through her hair.

But now her rump was stuck out, cooled down as it was before, but still, pressing against it... terrified him endlessly. Before there wasn't a chance with it in any capacity that was intimate. Now that that capacity had changed... the coward was stronger than the assistant inside.

"But I suppose that's what you get in a high-class establishment, and Rarity offers you one too many glasses of wine." Twilight's eyes closed, and the moonlight was too weak to be felt through closed lids. "But that night. Oh, that night. It was... so nice."

"Sadly nice?"

Twilight laughed in pain at the continued rubbing of her head into the wood. "You're catching on."

Spike winced. "Feels like I shouldn't have... but I recall Rarity briefly telling me you'd struck gold." He couched and scratched the back of his neck. "I nearly expected someone else to be here once I got back. It sounds like the night went alright."

Twilight hummed without opening either mouth or eyes.

Spike sighed. Time for the assistant to come out. It scared him to no end the full extent of that bed. Twilight and he had slept before. Tucked against her chest as they read stories until heavy eyelids pulled them to rest. It wasn't a different bed or mare.

But something would be different.

Spike failed to find courage for his own endeavours.

But could always find it easy enough in helping others.

He went around the mare and to the side of the bed, sitting down on it, petting the side, to the opening of her eyes. Twilight's head bumped up on the beam as her eyes looked at him from either side of it. The weight of the past was too heavy to smile past. Though the seeing of him allowed the tiniest kind.

Twilight sighed and came around, hooves clopping on the ground, before she came next to him, her bottom a foot from his, allowing him to be safe for a little longer—until her head leaned onto his shoulder.

His breathing hitched... but he didn't give in. Twilight was hurt. In pain not shared with others. Willing to risk indulging it with him.. because he was her assistant. He was her Spike. Maybe if that was all she needed him to be, the claw lifting from the bed, struggling in so doing, could have laid easier on her shoulders and pulled her close.

But she needed him to be more. To be close. Intimate. Bodies brushing into each other to the joining of heat. Feeling of fur meaning a little bit more. It wasn't the contact itself that frightened him—enough to jolt the heart but not scare him off.

Rather it was all the hidden implications beneath it all.

Ones he wasn't fully aware of.

But that scared him so.

His claw reached across his back, shaking, coming to her shoulder... only to drop off before it. Crashing back into the bed as he sighed and looked out to the moonlight. Weakness and cowardice. Letting the mare do as she pleased. Unable to do anything for her.

"The stallion had been so nice, Spike." Twilight's exhale washed across his shoulder as the rubbing of her cheek brushed his scales with her little furs. Pain twisted in every fraction it'd been born from. Unable to help Twilight from her torture and the blissful sensations of her body that'd nearly sent him into shock. "He made me feel special. Could even talk Rarity into leaving. Spent the night talking about stars—he'd been some higher-class student from Canterlot."

Spike exhaled as well and looked up to the moon through the window. "You know you don't have to tell me this stuff if you don't want to. Not if it's going to wind you up again in another area."

"Tch." Twilight leaned off his body with a push of her hooves on his side. "Jerk."

"But I can promise that, whatever that stallion didn't do... I can do it for you."

Celestia, she could be beautiful. How the bed squeaked at her crawling across it. He'd looked over to catch the mare on her side, revealing the length of her barrel, the pudge that thickened in all the right places, the catches of lavender fur more overgrown in certain areas than others.

How the moonlight rolled across her body in fragments like an allure of the night itself. Spots of her body, darkened fuzz, and others, brightened in violet hue in the light. Twilight's face retreated into the darkness, unable to be seen, of course, except for the glow of her eyes.

Shining in a way that could triumph over the moon if they were the same size.

"Spike?"

He'd gone to speak but realized he had not breathed in the last few. Choking a breath so he could quickly get the words out. "Yeah?"

"P-Promise me something?"

"For all the world and the wings on my back."

"I'm not s-sure h-how long you will be willing to do this, but," an unsteady inhale was followed by a short eruption of breath, "p-promise me that, n-n-no matter what happens that, w-when I wake up... that you'll be there."

Spike was smiling without knowing why. On the side of the face which she could not see. He lowered his head before it entered a nod. It took moments before his eye could glance back to her again. "Careful with a promise like that. Dragon like me will make you regret it."

Sorry again, Rarity, for failing to be what you needed.

But maybe for Twilight.

It doesn't mean anything more with her.

Will I be able to get over myself?

"Thank you, Spike," the words were quick, and the mare shuffled back and onto her back, coming to lie on the bed of pillows, the spread of her legs, covered in-between, as her tail flicked over. "So um. S-Shall we begin? You can take the lead."

Spike blinked at the sudden change from connection to sex. That'd been the way in the books, hadn't it? Emotional release to two lovers kissing passionately and kicking off into the bed. Sex was the promise and the ultimate seal and connection to what came before.

I-It's not like that with her. J-Just the sex part. No need to get scared.

But he was getting scared. Feeling his breathing hitched and his chest clenched. Choking on nothing to the increased beating of his heart. Claws on the bed rattled as they rocked the mattress. Mouth opening and steam whispering.

Fear. Fear. Fear.

"M-Me lead?"

"Well... yeah." Twilight's blinking was even more adorable by the blush rising across her cheeks. Despite her advantage of experience, she was still, the adorkable, Twilight Sparkle. Looking to the side as the usual Twi came out to play. "You're the guy aren't you? Don't they take charge or something?"

"W-Well..."

"Or did Rarity always take the initiative? I-Is that a turn-on for you? What do you prefer in the dynamic?"

"T-Twilight!"

"W-What?! What part did I get wrong?"

His heart was pounding at this point. It wasn't often one could feel each beat. Searing heat, exploding and imploding, the previous force, pulling or pushing on the next, with each pulsation, rendering a weakening electricity throughout him.

"O-Oh c'mon now, Spike! Now you're acting like you've never done this before! I-It's not that hard!" Fluster built in Twilight's voice as she drew back his attention. She looked to him with a chest rising and dropping. Quickly and gaining speed. "T-There's not much to it. H-Here's my thing right here and—"

There was no preparation for it. Not any instance where he could have been ready. Swell of sex tucked beneath the waterfall of that tail. Its shape revealed as the current twitched away. Thickly between her legs, a dense vulva composed of furs, shorter ones, rich in the waft of wild lilac.

Spike knew he lost all credibility as a male in jumping away from the things, crawling like he was being chased by that which was still. His back crashed into the wood, and he pressed harder against it. Eyes still set on the drooling lips—evoking another strand of panic.

"W-What! What is it! Is t-there something w-wrong with it?" The fat flanking thighs shut together in once as the mare scooted up on her behind. Hooves crossed over her chest in an attempt to hide more of herself from him. "I-It looks fine to me! H-Haven't exactly seen another mare—I REFERENCED IT AGAINST SOME BOOKS, OKAY?!"

Spike was horrified and wanting to cry and that feeling seemed universal with the other in the room. Strain on his eyes in being pulled at the sides threaten to expose the cowardice within. Shaking his head helped quell the other of her fear. Even with closed legs: her smell, musk of sex, stole the air.

"T-Then what's wrong with it? Not as good as Rarity's? There s-shouldn't be much of a difference w-when it comes to these things!"

Spike wined and turned his head as what little oxygen he had slipped through his lips. Shoulders deflating in being unable to hide the truth. Courage couldn't be found for the sake of a friend.

One that he only wanted to help.

"I-It's something wrong with me."

"Wrong with you? Wha... what could be wrong with you, Spike?"

Who knew the past could happen again so quickly?

"It... it has to do with Rarity and I." His eyes kept shut, and even that only allowed his mouth to open a little bit. Shuffling of distant sheets revealed the mare coming closer. The naked one. Rich in the smell of sex. Hot in at least three terms for the word. "On why we broke up."

"Ooohh Spiiike! You should have told me this was too soon!" Twilight collapsed into herself as the bed squeaked louder from underneath her weight. The springs hadn't squeaked to adjust to a bouncing mattress. Rather all that squeaking belonged to the dragon. "I didn't want you feeling like this was a rebound thing. We can call all of this off if you like. Wait until you're ready or... find something else entirely."

Spike shook his head as his claws grabbed the beam, as the mare had done before, needing the support. It offered something to grab and hold. However, it didn't keep him back. No comfort in return. "It's not that either. It's just... oh crud. I was going to tell you eventually. But I thought... thought if I..."

"K-Knock that stuff off Spike! You have something you need to say!" Twilight drew a long breath as tensions built between them. Would she have been better with another guy? Even if it wasn't a stallion, she didn't know—the beginning awkwardness wouldn't last or be as bad as this. "Please. J-Just say it already. I can take it."

Here goes nothing.

"Rarity and I broke up... because... because I was too scared to do anything."

His claw tightened around the post as he could feel her face doing the same unto itself.

"How... how do you mean?"

Spike leaned his forehead into the beam, a sudden calmness over him, now that, for the moment, sex would be off the table. It might keep that way, too, after his next words. "Means I was too scared to be with Rarity. Like hug and kiss her and all that. A-And when it came to sex..."

Silence.

"A-And when it came to sex?"

He sighed.

"I bolted out of the room."

Silence.

"OOOOHHHHHH SSSPPIIIIIIIIIIKKE!"

Author's Note

Howdy gang! It's been a while since I've seen you in this format.

I will be your friendly neighbourhood guide in providing the behind the scenes of the story as well as keeping up with the comments. This story is probably the most awkward and strangely I've written a romance to date. That, and I probably went overboard with the prose.

Oh well.

I wanted to try something different with this story in terms of the plot. Normally most of my stories are two characters, in a room, talking about their feelings. My latest fics have been breaking out from that in having more characters and different settings and the like—though the core of it remains the same.

That, and I've never been able to nail pacing.

This is a story about entering heat and, in needing to deal with that, hooking up with her lifelong friend to handle it. Most of my stories start in the middle of that and we find, from exposition or dialogue, the reasoning for the current events. In some cases it works.

But I wanted to more so show the reasoning for the plot. Why all of this was happening. The worst case scenario,. Good answers come from good questions. What is the worst, if this problem goes untreated, will happen? What are the stakes?

It would have to deal with Twilight being a princess. Where would she most get exposed for heat? During a speech. With the first piece of the puzzle placed, I was able to start from there, learn more about the problem via writing. The story doesn't get to the main source right away. But I like to think showing the stakes—while also revealing character—was a nice change of pace.

That's all I got for the start of this series! See ya in the next chapter.
~ Yr. Pal, B