Heated Into Weakness

~ VII ~

I Love You

Flying over the sky reminded Twilight of a night in the tundra, everything so cold, so frozen, but the view below so beautiful. The glinting of gems across the frozen land as the moon was supersized over the horizon.

The desperate mare touched down in the town, before a couple parked on a bench, who were startled by her entry. They saw a purple blur and messy mane that hid the eyes of the princess. Her muzzle weakly raised, and then, in a panic, asked them if they'd seen a dragon.

The stallion cocked his head and touched his chin while the mare closed an eye. She then spoke while pointing a hoof at the bridge over the view of the waterfall. The princess dashed in that direction, twisting to wave them well, her legs, catching and buckling, and she slammed into the ground.

Twilight didn't slide on the grass for long as particles of dirt splashed out beneath her frame. She kicked it back onto her hooves, stumbling and recovering, onto and over and across the bridge, racing out on the path that would take her out of town.

It's been after some running and cooling from the breeze that the mare had paused before the forest. Hunched and panting and looking at the ground. She blinked at indention beneath her hoof, which she lifted, to see the footprint there.

Her horn lowered and touched the print, its tip swirling in green, a flurry of emerald, luminescent bubbles, casting forward, tapping into the ground. Footsteps shone in beams as they trailed into the forest.

Twilight chased after them, kicking into the place that still brought her fear, without her friends to be there. Everything darkened and froze as the grass was drenched with icy liquid. Dense patches of towering trees left little spaces between to squeeze through.

But the panting mare was led by the green light. Of the steps ahead, suddenly glowing, as the ones behind waned. Going forward and deeper and becoming colder. Every exhale, a cloud of steam, with shivers not even the fluffiness of her coat could protect.

Her hooves were becoming numb from the wet grass. They stopped before the accumulation of footsteps before a makeshift camp and the remains of a fire. The steps glowed all around, in countless directions, showing the dragon had been lost.

Twilight's head dropped, and her eyes closed, curses leaving her lips. Crunching branches and rustling bushes forced her back to action. Around her, deep in the darkness of the woods, burning eyes floated, coming closer.

Seconds revealed the wooden monstrosities stepping into the light. The mare looked up at the approaching forces, shaking more from the cold than by them, waiting until the pack leader emerged. He did so behind, towering and large, vast in size.

Twilight glared him down and the leader paused. The burning in his eyes, dimmed, as he glanced around to the rest of the pack. They stopped. Then he looked at her, with a head lowering, waiting.

All the mare could do was turn her head, part the side of her lips, and reveal her teeth. Her hoof lifted to point at her fang. Then it dropped and she waited. The leader strolled forward, the ground, rocking, to the weight of his step.

Then its wooden paw raised to the foliage above them, and it pushed aside the branches and leaves, revealing the side, and the dried valley that loomed in view. The leader growled at it. And Twilight nodded her thanks.

Her wings were slow to come out, feathers frosted over a little, as she could feel herself freezing inside the glacier of the forest. No inner heat to stave off the cold. All this time, all these wishes to cool down—now to desire the reverse.

A change in extremes is not much of a change at all.

Twilight's wings flapped, and she lifted out of the meadows, out from the darkness, becoming bathed in moonlight. She floated above the forest, looking out to the Ghastly Gorge, the valley that marked entry.

But there would be no way she could see his prints from all the way up here.

"I'll always chase you, Twilight, whenever you need me to. Be it from a bar or because some villain sneaked a trick on you. I'll always be there. Or I'll be dead! But I'll find a way to come back so I can find you."

"I'm your number-one assistant, after all, right?"

No, Spike.

You were more than that.

You weren't my number-one friend or best friend.

You were Spike.

The tip of Twilight's horn doubled in energy as her head wiggled beneath the power. Then it threw back as the spell was cast. The entrance of the valley, pierced upward, with thin beams, beacons, of green. Stabbing upward as they littered deeper into the gorge.

Twilight shook her head and fell into a dive. Enduring the cold slices of wind that tore into her as it gave her momentum to straighten into the valley. Soaring across it with glances down her side. Checking the path and pattern of the dragon once here.

And where he might be.

Soon the steps slowed, and so did she, in coming to a wall.

Twilight dove down into the darkness, with an emerald glow from her horn, in seeing the final steps. Nearly touching to the ground and checking the wall. There. Punctures of claws were torn into the rock—and leading upward.

And Twilight flapped her wings, rising and dropping, feeling weak, tired, cold and wanting to go. Drained of adrenaline and the dread of the last weeks causing her to be weak. But she flapped. Harder. Higher. With closed eyes and with a consciousness that was fading.

"Keep on for a little longer. Then pass out harder than you've passed out before. Don't try to cheat sleep. Your studying will be worse for it." Spike chuckled. "Of course. Your overall health and mental being will also be worse for it. But those just side notes to the first reason."

Always know how to get me to listen. Much less take care of myself. Thank you, Spike.

Twilight's eyes opened before her wings gave out. Opening to the dark blue dimness of the night, and the dull, orange plane before her, that swept out of her vision. At the edge of the ridge, however, was a campfire, weak, but burning.

And a tent set before it.

Panic seized the mare. Not feeling her hooves land onto the ground, but the aching slices that were done around her heart. She stole forward, a step, a painful throb, until a lick of warmth was on the side of her hooves.

Twilight barely tore her muzzle from the tent to the fire, which weakly, slowly burned, but was still there—even after all this time. That it could still be kindled. That it offered her a touch of warmth. A little hint, a little strength, to allow her to go on and enhance it.

Her body wanted to shut down. Her stomach twisted at the idea of going in there. Seeing him. Talking. Doing things. Anything. How it cut and scared and terrified her. A desire to puke and another to collapse slightly beyond here.

Yet despite her fear and doubts and woes, she went on, into the entrance of the tent. She let her bleeding heart, no matter how much it hurt, to lead the way. Her shoulders slumped and her body compressed into itself. But Twilight walked inside.

And went to wake the dragon.

Spike was in darkness, tinged with his consciousness, that hazily aware of itself, and infusing the air with constructs from his psyche. Vague images and distorted voices and blurs of purple brushed across the darkness. The feeling of Twilight. The sensations of her. Following him even into sleep.

Until a kiss woke him up.

He didn't know when the darkness of a dream, infused by her, was starting to wane and, wherein that, his consciousness was starting to begin. There was a feeling on his lips. Soft and warm and brushing him with little tickles.

His mouth moved in response, trying to open, but the pressure on it, not letting him. Instinct betokened to push into the matter like the urge one has to initially squeeze a marshmallow or to tightly hug a fluffy animal.

The contact was smooth. Caring. The bunching and compressing of the softest substance ever to be known. The heat traced across its features and the plushness that caused him to press some more. To open his lips, to capture the entity, to be more infused by it.

Spike's eyes opened from the dream to find it's existence in reality. To feel the crushing weight of immense softness as something purple was strewn over his frame. That the length of a mare tapered off his own as plush thighs were draped to his hips.

The dragon came alive to the world, snorting smoke through his snout, causing the mass before his face to pull back. It was a mess of mane and a blob of colour to him. Once it pulled away, and once he blinked, soon, the image became clear.

The messy mane was voluminous and long and dense, and only a tip of a muzzle peeked out from it. Like a view of a lost puppy that settled, confused, before someone new. And then a hoof raised. Brushing some of the mane away. Revealing the vulnerable, breaking, and softly crying face of Twilight Sparkle.

The dragon blinked in, wanting to crawl back—but not craving to. He was cold from the night without warming himself up. His blanket was nothing to breathing fluff. How that squish flattened and rolled over his torso.

Finally.

Twilight came to smile.

"T-Twilight? Are you... is this..."

Too afraid to finish his sentence and causing the mare to sniffle. She looked to his arm, and so did he, as her magic rose it—and its other. The dragon didn't fight as his claws were laid on her sides, right on her shoulders, to feel her.

The cold wetness of dew and dull heat that was buried deep inside of her.

"You're freezing." It was his main concern, what came first in his confusion, regardless of everything else. "Here. Let me—"

Twilight's eyes retreated behind her mane as her muzzle inched forward again, kissing him, and the dragon could not see her expression. What she was feeling, thinking, or even what she was doing. Leaving herself as this mysterious entity that wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

Spike moaned without meaning to. Not like genuine moans are ever intentional. He'd never moaned in his life—except with Twilight. Where they were evoked. Drawn out from him. A weakness that exposed her effect on him. Her genuine impact her actions had.

He wasn't sure what to say, what to do, to be angry or upset, happy or overjoyed. All he knew was that he felt good. That a soothing cascade was warming across his body, lightening his tension, relaxing his muscles. Everything hard. Became soft. And his next snort of steam was lighter for it.

His claws on her shoulders squeezed, not in a way to stop or pain the mare, but to feel more of her, to see how much he could sink into her. She rubbed spheres there, liking the feeling of her, of the little whimpers she flushed into their kiss.

And then Twilight stopped kissing. Letting her lips linger on him before pulling away. She sat on his waist, placing her forelegs on his belly, both being close and away from him. Twilight sniffled from beneath her mane. And all the poor dragon could do was look up at her.

"T-Twilight?"

"...I'm sorry, Spike."

He blinked. "Sorry for what?"

She was slowly shaking her head, looking down, unable to stop her sniffles. "Sorry for not being there for you."

He sat upon his elbows as she continued to weigh down his waist. "But you were there for me."

"No, I wasn't." Her head turned as her hoof brushed away a tear. "At least not as much as I should. When you came back from Rarity's, I didn't help you, didn't ask how it went, how it ended, that I was there—anything."

"Because I already know it's there if I need it."

"But then I asked you to help me with my stupid problem! I—"

"You gave me the slack that was needed to... to... to be able to hold your shoulder... more than a friend would." Spike's voice croaked. "I... I don't know what's going on here, Twilight. But you were nice to me. Caring for me. Helping me get through my problem, then. That's being there for me."

Twilight sniffled. "And when I... said no?"

Spike huffed and glanced aside. "Being there doesn't mean you have to be there to every degree."

Twilight wasn't having it, though. Her hooves kept brushing into her eyes, pushing away her mane, her last line of defence, what could save some image of her strength. Spike was able to see her crying face. The way her eyes watered. How there were always more tears after she brushed the last set away.

"N-No... Spike... I wanted... you are..." Twilight huffed a sob and caught her breath, capturing a moment of calm. Then she looked at him with watery eyes. Doing her best to... smile. "There is so much more I wanted to do for you. I-I... everything you did for me... I... I wanted to do for you..."

Spike swallowed and looked back at her. His own eyes were watery, burning, as his claw reached forward. It was shaking as it stretched for her hoof, which was limp, but didn't fight being taken into his palm. His digits rolled across it. "I enjoy doing things for you, Twilight. I... love you."

Twilight shook her head and smiled. Looking at her hoof in his claw, she returned the contact. "I-It's more than that, s-silly. I love it... when you do things for me. Tease me. Touch me. Joke with me. Everything is... you are s-so... wonderful."

She gave a long exhale. "Even though I loved that. I-I... wanted more than that. When I c-cuddled... into your side... and would see your face warm a little bit." She giggled with a sob in the middle. "Or how I, T-Twilight S-Sparkle, co-could tease you..."

Twilight swallowed her next cry. "W-What made me scared... was not all the things you did to me... b-but all the things... I wanted to do to you." She leaned forward, draping her softness across his torso, coming closer by the second. "I-I loved, loving you."

Spike was losing his heartbeat and sensations in his body as the overload of warmth burned all the other feelings away. He couldn't see the goodness spreading through him. The concentration in certain areas ached nirvana into his being.

"I-I'm a selfish mare. A-Always have been. E-Ever since I've hurt you and been distracted by my obsessions to see that." She choked as her chest laid against him, and her forelegs went to circle his face. "Ripping a book from your claw and letting you land on your face. Needing you to please me after breaking up with Rarity. Rejecting you because I was scared to love you."

Spike felt softness brushing around his head. Forelegs hugging his sides as her hooves touched over his scalp. Purple furs that were claiming him all over as above, her muzzle hovered, Twilight's face, inches before his, looking down, not with assurance, but a calm brought on by love.

"And you were the reverse of me." Twilight's snout lowered to his, shaking her head, brushing the two. "Always there even though you were hurt. Even though you feared intimacy. After the pain of having your heart broken."

Twilight pulled away, an inch, though made ready to do more than that. "You shouldn't go after me. I'm not a good mare. I love you, but I might do something like this again. Get distracted by being a princess or shut you away due to insecurity."

She leaned more off him. "You'd be better off out there. Finding yourself someone that will take better care of you." Twilight was shaking her head though her eyes kept on him. "I'm a selfish, silly mare. You deserve better. Someone who would—"

There'd been enough words, and doubt had run its quota. Spike lurched forward, her hooves still around his head, as his claws set on the back of mane. He kissed her. A slow, quick kiss, meant to be proof of confirmation.

And then he pulled back, his eyes glinting, and he, smiling, looking at her. "But I hardly deserve you."

Twilight looked at him, lovingly, as his claw brushed to her cheek, which she laid into his palm. Loving the feeling of being held. The warmth that radiated beneath his scales. She looked at him with the beauty of a princess—and did not require a crown.

"That could be taken to mean two things, Spike."

"You can take your meaning," he replied, "while I take mine."

Twilight's eyes closed, and tears condensed on her lids. She didn't have to brush them away. His digits did so for her. Once she settled into him, they reopened without a next set to be wiped. She looked at her dragon. "I love you, Spike."

And his smile was firm and goofy and revealed a fang. "I love you too, Twi."

But her head shook. "But I love you more than that, Spike." And it kept on shaking. "I'm a selfish and anxiety-ridden and greedy mare that wants more than that. To have that assurance of your love." Twilight dipped to his cheek, exhaling on it, closing her eyes as she whispered. "I-I want you to be greedy with me. T-To hold nothing back."

She swallowed. "I-I want you... to love... loving me..." Her magic glowed, and his claws were placed onto her shoulders once more, forcing them to rub, until the spell was gone, and they were still rubbing. "That you love rubbing me as much as I do." Her lips raised to his frill, nipping on it. "And that you l-love me.... t-t-touching you... as much as I love to do so."

Spike's heart was hammering, feeling the heavy mare on him, exhaling into his thin, flooding it with warm air. Then her lips nipped at his scales. Biting enough for him to feel it. Causing his throat to choke on his next breath. Twilight giggled like a drunken man, set in a trance, as she continued to work him.

His claw couldn't help but slide down her neck, clumping her mane, feeling the dense, slick strands, and how they brushed between his digits. Raising enough to bury himself in her neck, inhaling the raspy scent of lilac as he set his lips on her skin.

Licking the taste of lavender. Kissing the heated skin. Nipping it.

"I've... I've been holding myself back," he breathed into her mane, "longer than you can know."

Twilight's snout wiggled into his frill. "N-None of that. I... I want you to be greedy with me." She lowered down to the crook between his shoulder and neck and nuzzled there. "Do anything you want with me... and ask me to do anything you wish."

Spike felt the mare's blush as it burned into his scales.

"...a-and... there's been... o-o-one thing... despite all your... j-j-jokes... that you haven't done..."

His claws were taken by magic and set down to her shoulders, caught there, buried into the coat of fluff. They were drawn back as Twilight pleasantly hissed. Glancing an eye to the back of her body, watching as those claws stroked across her barrel, all the way to the back.

Spike choked on nothing, and the swirling in his stomach, concentrated in his crotch, as his claws slid over the thickness of Twilight's flanks. Feeling their swell, the soft, heated lavender, of pure dough filling into his palms.

His claws were brought all the way around to cup her rump, grabbing and holding her flanks, as Twilight moaned at the contact, and his urge to squeeze. Warmth delight squeezed between his digits as the mare's head threw up to and whimpered in pleasure.

"M-More... p-p-please... b-be greedy with me."

His claws released the flanks to explore their slope, their curve going up and down, and how they arched to the sides. Their overall shape. Too much and too thick for him to take it all. Grabbing her ass again, he pulled the flanks away, the warm heat of her sex, wafting out, before he squished them together.

Rubbing them together. Feeling the effect, the impact, how they squished and compressed and then filled out. His digits, opening and closing, each knead, a moan from her, as she watched the show from over her back.

"All that teasing," Spike breathed as sweat carried down his face, "and your butt still lived up to expectation."

Twilight cutely closed an eye and covered her mouth. "Better than expectations, don't you think?"

"Always had a winning case on you, Twilight."

"And that winning case is yours to squeeze at your leisure."

The mare then lowered her lips onto his, the two, entering a kiss, a soft, slow one, lips working against each other. Without knowing he could, the dragon's tongue slipped into her mouth, set to wrestle the larger, broader tongue.

Their eyes opened in a narrowed state, a smile from them both, seeing as the battle was on. While Twilight could pin his tongue, more than doubling his size, the nimble, longer tongue, could wrap around hers, countless times, and squeeze her into defeat.

While this conquest went on, at the bottom of the lovers, the dragon's claws continued to work on her tush. Rubbing across it, feeling the heft of its bottom, the thickest portion, which he would cup, push upon, to feel the layered, lavender marshmallow, drape over his digits.

Pushing up on the bottom of her cheeks, feeling them rise and drop, bouncing and jiggle, the shaking of his favourite toy. The temperature burned greater than his flames as something wet coursed down his claws.

Their kiss broke for a second as Twilight exhaled the smoke he'd breathed into her. "Mmhmm. Smokey."

His eyes went wide. "I... never expected..."

"For me to do something like that?" Twilight asked with a sultry glare as her rump dropped onto his crotch, her back legs, splayed over his sides, as she rubbed back and forth. "We're changing, Spike. A-Able to dare more now." She laughed and gasped as a blush conquered the end of her snout at rubbing her wetness across him. "All this time, I wanted to cool down. N-Now, everything's so cold, a-and I need you to warm up."

Spike chuckled and hissed, that aching, throbbing feeling, emerging from his crotch. Twilight's privates laid over the underside of his shaft, pinning it between his belly and her swollen lips, which she dragged across his length. Both of them, becoming wet, as his hips began to ground back.

"Y-You're killing me here, T-Twi."

She grinned back as, while his claws held her rump, she was still the one controlling everything. "W-What did I s-say? Your wish is my command. If y-you want me to do something, you have to—"

"Please, Twilight, I'll..." he exhaled as his head threw back. His claws clenched her ass, and she squeaked. "...blow, otherwise."

Twilight snickered.

"Hey!"

But then she waved a hoof. "No, no. Sorry, Spike. Just... should have thought ahead." She then looked away, still sitting on him, but bringing herself to the end of his shaft. "I'm... still scared... to be held... pinned down... and thrust into. That's why—"

"That's why you can do all the work."

"Pfft!" Twilight rolled her eyes and looked back at him, choosing to lean forward, laying her hooves on his chest. Enough for his tip to become caught by her swollen sex, urged down, to the base of her slit. "Thanks for c-covering my ego."

His claw left her ass and went to her face, brushing away her mane, so he could better lock with the amethyst gems beneath them. The couple looked into each other's eyes. And then the dragon smiled. "Just so long as you're gentle with me."

Both of them laughed like kids, even as she took him into her, and the dragon couldn't help but thrust up, while the mare slammed down, and the two expressed their love. The romance that was between them, an entity by itself, that they nurtured.

The dull and smouldering sun rested on the edge of the horizon, bathing the farmland in the beginning of morning light. Fresh air that could only be found at the crack of dawn, infused with the dew of the land, relaxed one's skin, and freshened one's lungs.

Applejack stood on two legs before the kitchen window, the first to be awake, reaching for her hat—to feel mane. Her shoulders slumped, and her hoof went to the coffee instead. As she went to sip, peering over the rim to the day before her, there was a knock at the door.

Her head cocked and she laid the drink back down. Going to answer it, she pulled back the door, revealing, on the other side, a dragon on his knees. Spike's head was down, offering the best, forced smile, he could muster.

Applejack blinked. And then she pointed a hoof at him, laughed right at his face, and could not stop for the next few moments. Spike groaned and frowned and took it. Once the laughter slowed, he dared his voice.

"You knew?"

The southern mare didn't muster a response, walking to him instead, on two legs, and throwing two arms around his neck. She nuzzled his cheek while his arms wrapped around her barrel. After a few moments, she leaned back, kissing the tip of his snout—and pulling the hat from his head.

Applejack stepped back, placed the hat on her head, and turned away.

"Feel free to help out on the weekends," she replied and left the door open. "You won't be stealing anyone's work."

And then the dragon went inside for some coffee.