Author's Note

VII | A Sparkle in the Bedroom

~ VII ~

A Sparkle in the Bedroom

Spike fell.

It was hard for him to describe what falling felt like. The roar of the waterfall behind him was silenced by the wind cutting into his ears. Around him, the world blurred, only white lines of wind rocketing upward visible. Below, the ground was obscured by darkness while his body was caught in the moonlight.

A symbolic way to die, really, with the silhouette of his body contrasting against the center of the glowing moon. This picture didn't hold for long as gravity took its toll.

Spike laid back in the air with his claws behind his head. With a heavy exhale, he accepted whatever was to come, not worrying how, or even if he was going to make it out of this

Darkness took his vision. A splash of water stole his hearing. Before his eyes closed, Spike felt coldness engulf his scales, something wet taking his weight.

"...Spike?"

Spike's eyes fluttered open. Above him, beneath the backdrop of a dim, starlit sky, was a hovering alicorn. He blinked a few more times to adjust his vision. The face of Twilight Sparkle became clear. "Are you… is everything okay?"

"I think so," Spike groaned. He shifted slightly in… water? He looked around him, felt around him at the water he was halfway submerged in. Raising his sore neck, he saw past his feet to the current that was carrying him down the stream.

"That's good then." Twilight descended slightly to the water, offering him a hoof. "Grab hold. I'll try pulling you out." Spike raised his claws, the movement lethargic, and let his digits wrap around her hoof, squeezing it.

"Alright. Let's get you out of the water, big guy." Twilight cheeks gained a tint of red as her eyes closed. She groaned, arm tensing and wings flapping faster. Slowly, the dragon rose out from the water and to the side of the ravine, using the ledge of rock to pull himself up.

"You're heavier than you look, you know that?" Twilight quipped as she landed on the patch on grass and dirt, sitting on the grass part. "Have you been sneaking gems when I haven't been looking?"

Spike rolled onto the dirt, panting. "No more than the cookies you've got stashed."

"Shadda-up." Twilight huffed and crossed her one hoof over her fluffy tummy. "Unlike you, I don't hide my snacks. I have better self-restraint than that."

Spike stopped panting, and instead, started smirking. "Bedroom desk, second drawer on the left, hidden beneath the false bottom."

Twilight lurched toward him. "You went through my stuff without asking?!"

Spike shook his head from the ground, looking up at her face with a soft smile. "It happened when we still shared a room. Late one night, I peeked over the cover in my basket to see you eating—so I watched you without your permission." He coughed with water spilling past his lips. "Big difference in that."

"Oh yeah." Twilight rolled her eyes. "Totally."

Silence consumed the gap between them, both without words to say, actions to do, or any thoughts at all. Spike was mindless and uncaring, enjoying the breeze on his wet scales; Twilight didn't know how to address the situation or stop her heart from beating so fast.

"Hey, Twi?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"You've still got your hoof on me."

A look downward confirmed this. Twilight gulped as her hoof laid in his exposed palm, taking most of it up. His digits had curled around her leg when he needed her, when he needed to be pulled out from the water. But now that was safe, his fingers laid on the dirt rather than clinging to her fur.

Why did she miss that comfort so dearly? Why did she have to be the one to chase after him? Holding her hoof against his claw, it was nearly impossible to break the contact—no matter how awkward things became.

"Spike…" Twilight finally worked up the courage to say, "...why did you leave me?"

"I was only gone for the—"

"You still left me!" Twilight's heart raced. There was no holding it back: the building frustration born from the day had reached its climax. "Do you have any idea what you put me through? Did you ever stop for a moment to think about how I would feel?"

Spike kept silent.

"Because terrible would be the perfect word!" Twilight continued, every heavy breath pushing her fuzzy lavender chest outward. "Because that's what I felt! Coming back into that hallway just to find you gone. The window was broken, there was glass all over the ground… blood-stained to the carpet…"

Her voice died inside a sob.

Spike, for his part, didn't know what to do. Twilight had pulled back her hoof, coming to cry against her forelegs—as if it would hide her shame. But the sound of her misery, exhaustion made audible… there was no hiding that. It wasn't the first time he caught her like this, but this was the first time he had caused her to cry.

He'd hurt someone, not out of intention, but the absence of one. He quickly curled off from the ground, groaning as his back protested moving—he didn't care about the pain, but nothing was going to stop him from taking the pain away from a friend.

Shuffling forward on his knees, Spike threw his arms around the sobbing mare. Her body twitched in his grasp, but after a few seconds, her head fell against his chest, where she freely sobbed.

"It's alright," Spile whispered gently, raising a sore arm and using his hand to brush her mane. "It's okay. This is all Spike's fault. He's just a great big dufus. Don't let him get you down."

Twilight actually giggled from his chest, sniffling.

Spike continued to stroke her mane. It was the only thing that soothed him: the one thing he could always get right. Work out the knots, make the strands straight, cause a mare to be happy.

"I didn't mean to hurt ya, Twi," Spike said. "I just wanted a day off, that's all."

She looked up at him from his chest. "So you broke a window and ran away?"

"I wasn't thinking straight." Spike shook his head after saying that, fighting the urge to slap himself. "No, it's much more selfish than that." He took a deep breath, and then a deep gulp. "I didn't care about anyone or anything today. I didn't care how running away would make you feel—I just wanted to do whatever I wanted to for once."

Twilight sighed, turning her head away. "Guess I… must have been working too hard, huh?"

She was actually surprised when she felt the sharp contours of his digits press softly underneath her chin, drawing her muzzle back into his gaze. "Don't think for a second that any of this is your fault." His lips tucked inward after saying that. "Okay, so maybe the spell part was your fault."

Twilight tilted her head to the left. "That's not really helping me, Spike."

"Then this will." Spike sat up fully, cupping her cheek with a claw. "The only thing your spell is guilty of is exposing what I felt all along. Things that I was, well, ashamed of." He drew a heavy breath. "But there was a positive side to your spell.'

"There was?" Twilight said, disappointed when his claw left her cheek. He got to his feet, towering above her. "What was it, Spike? Tell me, tell me!"

Spike smirked in such a way that his fangs glinted in the moonlight. "That magic, without a doubt, made me a hundred percent shameless." He then let out a roaring laugh into the night, the kind that channelled all the stress and adventure he'd felt throughout the day. "I even got laid because of it! Aha! Size times too!"

When his eyes flickered at her, he swore knives rose out of her eyes. He quickly cut the laughter and stepped backward. "Uh, I mean, it didn't exactly happen like that."

Twilight was gritting her teeth, the tip of her horn igniting with sparks of lavender. Her eyes were obscured by her mane, which made the sight more menacing to Spike. "Are you, a, complete… IDIOT!?"

If one looked up at the sky at that moment, one would see explosion after explosion of fireworks, some violet, others red, all accompanied by loud screams and a continuous popping sound.

"How many times do I gotta say sorry before you believe me?" Spike whined as he walked alongside Twilight, both keeping on grass that curved around the ravine. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Look, I'll even do it again. I'm—"

"Will you cut that out!" Twilight yelled up at him before facing forward. "It doesn't matter how sorry you are. You're not getting out of this punishment!" She quickened her pace, making Spike groan as he matched her speed. "I don't care how sore your legs are after a day of lovemaking… you're walking the whole way home, and then you're writing a letter of apology to everypony involved!"

Spike knew better to complain, letting his head drop forward. "Some things are better kept to myself."

"Nice try, slick," Twilight said, "but I already knew all about your little affairs."

Spike rose his head at that. "How the heck did you know? Was it magic? Did you use a mind-reading spell on me again?"

"It wasn't anything like that at all." Twilight gazed up at him with an eyebrow raised. "You do realize I spent the entire day looking for you, right? Just who do you think we're the first ponies… the first mares I went to see?"

"Ah… crud." Spike draped a claw over his face, pulling downward. "They must have been pissed once I dipped." His claw fell to his side. "So… How much did they hate the sex?"

"They—" Twilight's head dropped, and her voice went soft "—actually didn't mind the sex at all. In fact, I had to listen to them rave on about it." She sighed bittersweetly. "How big you were. How you were kind and savage at the same time. All of them nearly cried about liking you for so long, but never expecting for you to make the first move."

Spike felt his heart flutter at the compliment. He liked all the girls equally, appearing what made each of them unique, what gave them their individual beauty and sexual charm, and to know that they felt the same way about him was enough to flood him with joy.

But it was also met with a pang of guilt, some bred of having slept around, of catching the tone of Twilight's voice. There was disappointment in there for sure, but at the same time, it felt like something else lingered in her words.

"I think that… that…" Twilight gulped heavily as her voice wavered. "...that if you talk out with the girls, they may all agree to go out with you."

Spike tilted his head. "Are you… are you being serious right now?"

"It looks that way," Twilight said, shuffling away from him. "They all seemed to like you. A lot." She giggled in a way that sounded more like a sob, but was quickly hidden beneath a smile. "I've never heard the girls get so excited over a guy before. Some were even telling me about how you were, y'know, doing it."

Spike's heart didn't flutter at the proposition this time. He was scared of the heavy connections attached to it, but more than that, the way how Twilight was acting got to him. It seemed like she was both hinting and hiding from something.

With his remaining carelessness, he bridged the gap between Twilight and himself, going so far as to step in her way. "And how does that make you feel?"

"Huh?" Twilight looked up to see the dragon blocking her path. Her walking came to a pause before him. "What do you mean by that?" she quickly shook her head. "And get out of my way! What? Did you think you could talk yourself out of this punishment?"

"This isn't about me for once!" Spike lifted his arms from his sides. "Make me do endless chores, lock me away in the library—I don't care! I'm done with that selfish Spike that never leaves his room." He pointed his claw into Twilight's chest. "What I care about is what's happening inside here. Today has shown me that expressing myself, no matter how shameful my feelings are, is the only way you can truly enjoy yourself!"

"And just what do you know about me anyway!?" Twilight exclaimed as she pushed her chest against his digit. "We've been friends from the moment you were born, and you still don't know how my heart works!" Tears were leaking from her eyes as she stepped back, just as confused at her own words. "I don't even know how my heart works… especially when I'm around you."

“Twilight, I didn't know.”

"Of course you didn't," Twilight said in an icy tone, her horn beginning to glow in purple light. "You were too full of yourself to see how much I was letting you slack away with." Winds pulled into her spell as Spike raised a claw to cover his eyes. "And you were too busy ogling our friends to even glance at me."

Twilight's horn sparked in a violet flash. "You can walk all the way home. I hope you enjoy thinking about the life you'll have with your mares." And just like that, her spell took hold of her body.

Anyone else would have been too shocked by both the reveal and the spell to do a thing about it, standing by while their one chance to make things right teleported away. Spike wasn't like anyone else—today was the kind of day where he didn't sweat the small stuff, when he did exactly what his heart asked of him.

"No, you don't!" Spike cried out as he lunged forward, feeling the sphere of her magic wash across his scales. He wrapped his arms around the slender mare's body, letting her softness sink into his scales. "I'm not letting you run away."

A brilliant flash of lavender magic imploded itself, and in its wake, there was nothing left of the dragon and the pony.

Spike felt himself fall through the air, all while holding the pony close. He wasn't sure where she had teleported, and fearing for her safety more than his own, took the brunt of the impact—which was rather soft, actually.

He was lying on his side by the time his surroundings unblurred themselves. His head lifted up to gaze about, surprised by the walls lined with wooden bookshelves; the corner occupied a familiar desk.

"What the heck?" Spike muttered to himself, feeling something shift beneath him. Looking down between his legs, he saw Twilight roll onto her side, her face covered by long strands of her mane. "O-oh crud! T-T-Twilight!"

Spike quickly crawled back on the bed, supporting himself with his hands. "I-I didn't mean to jump you." He gulped, looking around. "Jump you here, I-I mean."

Twilight rose lazily from the bed, only lifting her upper body up. "Why? Why are you still chasing after me?"

"What kind of a question is that?" Spike sat on the back of his legs, pounding a fist against his chest. "Because you're my first and best friend! I care about you, and no spell could ever stop me from doing that." He turned his head away. "My selfishness and stupidity started getting in the way of that, and I'm never going to let something like that happen again."

He kept like this for a few moments, breathing heavily after he unleashed the contents of his heart. He then looked back at her; she was looking equally as vulnerable as him.

"You… you…" Twilight let her head drop, the words too heavy to be held up. "It's been so hard keeping this inside of me, o-of locking my feelings away." She sniffled. "I-I've liked you for a long time, Spike, more than as a best friend."

Her violet eyes raised to gaze up at him, slightly hidden by her bangs. "Ever since you were you, you were always by my side. No matter what I had to do, where I had to do it, or even when I had to do it—you were always there." She giggled as memories flashed past her eyes. "May have complained more than I would have liked, but at least you always made up for it with a joke."

Spike gulped as the air tensed him. He knew this feeling, understanding the sensations coursing through him. This was all leading to the joining of heats, something that was easy for him to do at the start of the day, but now, as night drew on, the spell of apathy faded.

So he relied on his courage and will. "But… Why me?"

"Because you were there, Spike." Twilight scooted closer to the dragon, slinking across the bed. "Out of all stallions that have proposed to me, no matter their character or their looks, none of them have been there for me like you have." She smiled up at him. "Even when you were moping about in your room, you still came to check up on me—and that, more than anything, drew my heart toward your own."

Spike almost wanted to plunge his fingers in his ears, all to avoid hearing those beautiful words—a promise of love, of intimacy, of care. The beating of his heart demanded that he listen, that he felt, that he accepted her offering.

But there was more to his heart than his feelings let on.

Just like how his day started with him alone, a fog clouded his emotions: everything ambiguous. He'd always loved the girls, loved them to the point of intimacy—therein lied his biggest curse.

"Spike?" Twilight's voice squeaked. "Are you... Are you still with me?" Her gulp somehow echoed throughout the room. "D-D-Did I s-say something w-wrong?"

Spike had to wipe his eyes to rid them of a burning sensation. Upon turning his wrist over, he saw the moisture of tears wet against his scales.

"No," he said, in a voice both strong and weak at the same time. "Don't you ever think about that for a second?" He shook his head, wiping his eyes some more. "I'm the one who's wrong here... I'm the one that doesn't deserve to be loved."

"How" —the hiccup in her voice surrendered to strength—"could you ever SUGGEST something like that!?"

"Because I'm me!" Spike cried out, accompanied by a sob. He threw his claw out to his side. "Because I'm a dragon that lives among ponies! Do you know how much of an outsider I am? I'm constantly playing the parts of both a pony and a dragon, and I... And I... And I got tired!"

"T-tired?" Twilight repeated, sitting straight up. She was both scared and confused, mind distorted by the interruption of her confession—but her love, her concern for her friend overridden everything else. "What do you mean by that?"

Spike kept silent even as she drew closer, dipping his head in shame. His eyes slowly slid shut and became clenched.

"For so long, too long, I've felt like an... An abomination." He sighed heavily. "I try to keep myself in check, to keep myself clean, but even when I'm on the streets, I can see how everyone looks at me." His head rose slightly. "Ponies smile, and they wave, but I can see it in their eyes. That glint that says I'm not one of them."

Spike finally opened his eyes but focused them on the space between his legs. "I play the part, Twi, I really do. But that doesn't stop the things that I think about; the dragon I truly am."

"Will you cut that out!" Twilight nearly screamed, the roar in her voice drawing his gaze. "You already know that I don't care that you're different. You're not like other dragons!"

"That's the point!" Spike cried, an equal roar in his voice. "I'm not like any dragon! I'm not like any pony either! I... I don't even know WHAT I am!"

Twilight didn't respond to that as her energy, as her passion left her body through heavy exhales. Her ears remained perked.

"I don't know which side I'm supposed to be on, T-Twi." He fell back on his legs and gazed up at nothing. "If I should be dressing in nice clothes, or if I should just let my body go wild deep in the Everfree."

"Spike..." He felt something soft and warm lay itself atop his hand. "You were supposed to tell me whenever you started feeling this way."

"I've always felt this way, Twi." He chuckled at his misery. "I've always felt this disgusted at myself. You girls gave me the love of friendship, and yet, I used the proximity to fuel the lust of my fantasies." With the hand that wasn't being held, he draped it across his face. "I'm a freak, Twi, for I'm neither a dragon nor a pony."

Spike didn't expect anything like that—there was nowhere the situation could lead that would absolve him of his guilt. His thoughts, feelings, and depressions were in the open air; the fraud was finally exposed.

He felt nothing for himself. Nothing, except the softness of the hoof that stroked small circles atop his claw. He wasn't sure why reality was still counting after the destruction of his fantasy.

"You're right."

Spike was wrong about feeling nothing because after the soft but harsh words reached his ear, everything in his body faltered.

He feared rejection, but then something scared him more: that the fears he held were correct, legitimate, and backed by the greatest mind known to ponykind.

"You're not a dragon," Twilight said, "and you're also not a pony. Somewhere between those two is where you live, both exhibiting their distinctions and repressing them." A laugh of kindness escaped her. "You're a walking contradiction!"

Spike's head rolled back forward so he could look down at the mare.

"It's no matter why you're so confused, why you're so scared to share anything with anyone—you don't even understand yourself, so how could we?" Twilight crawled further along the bed, body low as she draped herself on his thighs. "Your dragonistic instincts clash against your pony morals." She giggled, putting her other hoof on his thigh to support herself. "Living like a pony just became too much for you, so you locked yourself away. Did you really think that would solve the problem?"

"I... Did." Spike continued gazing down at the slender mare on his lap, so lost inside himself that he didn't register the sensation of her body. "I didn't even know why I did it. There was just something wrong... With everything. Hiding away was all that I could do."

"Only there's one little problem with that."

"What?"

"You left your friends behind." Twilight had collected herself fully on him, setting her flanks on his thighs. She kept her hoof on his hand. "The thing about friends, Spike, is sometimes they don't care either. Even when you're a freak of nature, they never stop talking to you."

Spike breathed heavily.

"And you're not the only one with your baggage, either." Twilight looked up at him, smiling. "Each of the girls had something holding them back, something personal that they couldn't defeat themselves." Her eyes lowered. "And then you came along, put up with them, and helped them see their way through happiness."

She then glared up at him. "May not have liked the way you went about it, but it just goes to show the depths of your kindness. Even under the influence of apathy, you were still there for your friends."

Twilight rose up on her thighs, sniffling. Spike was about to open his mouth when, suddenly, she threw herself at him. Her hooves struggled to drape over his shoulders as she pressed her face and body against his broad chest.

"So... don't you ever lock yourself up again!" Twilight cried out from under his chin, something wet rubbing against his scales. "Don't you ever repress yourself like that! I don't care if it's something morally wrong or even disgusting!" She pulled away enough to look up at him with puffy eyes. "I'll always be there for you... Just like how you were always there for me."

Spike had kept silent through all of this, merely raising a hand to wipe away her tears. She giggled at his touch.

"You were there for me when there was no one else," Twilight said, sniffling. "When my classmates turned their shoulders at me, I could always come home to you." She took a quick breath. "When I fought with the girls, you were always there to listen to my story. No matter the villain or destination, you were there."

Spike finished wiping her tears, leaning back to smile at her.

"So please, Spike, please never leave me." Twilight nuzzled her head against his chest again. "Don't go."

Spike responded in the only way he could. It spoke of the testament of his love, of the depth of hidden character. Raising his arms, he wrapped them around the soft mare, holding her close against him, using his digits to stroke down her mane.

"I'll never leave you," Spike said, not bothering to wipe the single tear running down his cheek. "What kind of number one assistant would I be if I did that?" He indulged in the hug for a few moments longer before pulling Twilight back. "I love you, Twilight, as wonderfully wrong that is."

Twilight herself sniffed out of happiness, and as the strange feeling lingered in the air, the life-long friends couldn't help but erupt into laughter.

In truth, the duo didn't know the cause of their laughter. Only that they were laughing. Laughing at nothing, and both of them were comfortable with it.

It's easy to laugh alone; laughing with someone else was what made it special.

But the laughter soon died away into a mixture of chuckles and giggles. The friends calmed down from their euphoria, their moment of bliss. Each was gazing into the eyes of the other, just happy to be alive.

"So," Spike began, half-saying and half-panting. "We've loved each other all this time?" He caught his breath. "And not platonically... But sexually?"

"There's a reason why I wanted to get so close to your chest, dummy." Twilight promptly threw her body against home again, nuzzling his scales. "Could stand to put on some muscles, but I love ya anyway."

"Going for a guy where he's weak?" Spike shook his head. "That's cold. But unlike you, I won't mention the few pounds you put on."

"Think you're smooth?" Twilight giggled mischievously. "Everypony knows I packed on the weight from my alicorn ascension." She smirked. "Aaaaaand it all went straight to my butt."

Twilight wanted to break out in laughter after feeling the dragon shift uncomfortably. She went forward and hugged him tightly, preventing any escape. "Sure, some of it went to my height, but my flanks took the size mostly."

"I, uh, uhm..."

"Don't worry," Twilight said sweetly. "I've already caught you looking at them." Another giggle. "Thought they were my only chance of winning you over, honestly; I know you like my rump."

"That I, uh, v-very much do."

"Oh?" Twilight giggled as she pulled back from his chest. There was a different air about her like she was drunk on pleasure and giddiness. "You seem to be losing your way with words. That only happens when you're nervous." She tilted her head, quizzically. "But careless dragons aren't supposed to get nervous!"

Spike raised his wrist and peered at it—as if that would show him anything. "Guess the spell is starting to wear off."

"Then you won't be able to express your feelings so easily anymore," Twilight said with an eyebrow raised. "You'll have to fight yourself, you know, to say what you truly mean."

"Then I'll do it," Spike replied, letting his arm drop and looking back at her. "No matter how much all of this scares me, I'm going to show just how much I love you."

"Love me?" Twilight repeated cutely. "Please, I could feel you getting h-hard after I mentioned my butt."

Humiliation, lust, and nervousness all combined into a horrible and yet wonderful feeling inside Spike. It sucked the very purple from his scales.

"Hmm. I guess this is as good a place as any to begin with." Twilight tried to maintain the confident air about her, though any giggles from her were stopped by her clamped throat. "So uh, this is it, heh." She gulped, sitting back with her gaze downward. "Never seen you... Up close before."

Spike, meanwhile, was doing his best not to have a fucking heart attack. Twilight had always been a sparkle in his eye (pardon the pun), but now, he had this cute little mare atop his thighs, weighing him down in the most delightful of ways. It was hard not to feel his cock going stiff, not at being fed direct attention, but at the sheer excitement of what was about to happen.

From Spike's view, he was still sitting on the back of his legs. Twilight was on his thighs, and in the space between her and him, his cock rose from out of his crotch. Long and pink with a sharp tip, it caught her gaze at once.

"I... Wow." Twilight kept staring at it, swallowing. Then, she glanced at Spike. "Is that what a dragon's dick looks like?"

"I uh, I sure hope so," Spike replied, finding it even harder to look into her big violet eyes. "May have to take it back to the manufacturer if it's not."

They both tried to laugh, but the racing of their hearts prevented it.

"So um," Twilight began, looking back down at his cock, "can I-I touch it?"

"I-It'd probably be ha-happy if you did." Spike had to fight the urge to slap himself; talking about his cock in the third person was as bad as calling it Spike Jr—something he swore he'd never done once before.

Twilight didn't act straight away. In truth, there was a look of wonder and curiosity about her, like she was amazed at the thing before her. Spike's cock stood almost painfully tall in her gaze, throbbing from her attention—though it wasn't the kind it craved.

So Twilight, with yet another gulp, leaned forward, relying all her weight on her rump as she raised her forelegs. Then, ever so slowly, she laid her left hoof against the side of his shaft—almost pulling back when she felt it throb.

"It's so hard," Twilight said with her gaze still locked on it. "And yet, when I push my hoof down, it feels soft underneath." Wrapping her hoof around his girth, she glanced up. "What does it feel like to be, y'know... Hard?"

"I... never really thought about it," Spike replied, stifling a moan. "If I had to put it into words, I'd almost call it a paradox."

"A paradox?"

"Yeah. The way you have your hoof around it, how your hoof is soft enough to sink around it, your f-fur brushing across it—mmhmm—it feels so good!" Spike threw his head back, grinding his fangs together. Then, after exhaling heavily, he looked down. "But at the same time, it's absolute torture."

"T-torture!?" Twilight lost her breath and pulled back her hoof—something which made Spike flinch.

"N-no!" Spike cried out with eyes wide. "D-Don't stop, please!"

"I-I thought you said it was torture!?"

"It's only torture when you're not touching me!" Spike flicked his hips with what little movement he had. "P-Please Twi! Touch it, rub it, suck it—for the love of the princesses combined, do something!"

"Whoa." Twilight leaned back. "I've never seen you this needy before." A quick glance at his cock again. "So it feels so good that it hurts, huh?"

Spike nodded.

"Well, since you've been a good dragon to me this far, I guess I don't mind lending you a hoof." Twilight smirked her hoof inched toward his cock, making the movement slow and deliberate, letting her shadow wash over his tip. "Buuuuut, then again, you were pretty mean to me this morning."

"Twilight, please!" Spike practically cried. "I'm not sure if—hnnngh!" His body spasmed with pleasure; her hoof had wrapped itself around his cock, jerking up and down it slowly.

"Relax, I'm not that cruel," Twilight said, watching the dragon as he writhed in pleasure. "But are you that turned on by my hoof? I didn't know it was capable of turning you on so much!"

"Oh yes," Spike replied with his head back, and eyes closed, riding out the sensations coming from around his cock. "Best hoofjob I've ever had."

The best hoofjob, of course, until it stopped suddenly.

"Tiss tiss!" Twilight stopped stroking her hoof, letting it rest around his tip. She felt something warm sticking to her fur. "Don't forget that I'm still mad at you!"

"Wha..." Spike opened his eyes and shook his head. "W-w-why did you stop!?"

"Why did I stop? Because it's not fair to make you happy while I'm still hurting on the inside." Twilight let her hoof come loose from his cock. She sat up as if she were to leave, and just before Spike was about to have a panic attack, she sat done again—right atop his towering cock.

At once, his shaft slid through her flanks, resting comfortably inside her crack. Trouble only came when she fully sat down and pressed weight on it.

"That's better!" Twilight said. After a second passed, she wiggled her bottom around. "Feels like my rump is sitting on something hard. Hmm. Oh well!"

Spike wasn't sure to scream out of pain or pleasure. The softness of her doughy cheeks was enough to draw more pre from his tip, with some of it leaking onto her tail. Of all the sensations of having his cock sat on by a fat ass, the best—and quite possibly the worst—was her weight pinning it down.

His dick tried twitching from beneath her butt, but her cheeks clenched at once, holding it still. No matter how hard it tried to stand, the constant pressure kept it down and straight.

It was heaven and hell comprised in a single scenario.

"Now then, Spike, into you." Twilight was fighting to keep a smirk off her muzzle. "All this time together, and not once have you shared this secret with me." She lifted herself up slightly and fell—all tons of her ass smashing and meshing against his cock.

"You hurt me this morning," Twilight said, "and it wasn't because you left. All this time, you wanted a mare to make your own, and yet, you left home to do so." She licked her lips. "Why didn't you just come downstairs to the kitchen and bang me? Surprise me with a kiss, run your claws along my back, and tease me with your you-know-what."

Spike wasn't sure how to respond to that, especially when he struggled not to flick his hips. He wanted to feel more of her ass, to slide his shaft in and out of her tight crack, to have her cheeks keep clapping and clenching along his length.

"You've already done the last two," Twilight said, looking up into his eyes. "But I'm still waiting for that kiss..."

Spike, despite his fears and being on the edge of his ecstasy, leaned down to her muzzle. Their eyes and lips mere inches away. "Then wait no more, my princess."

Spike wasn't sure how the words left him so smoothly, or how his lips flew forward on their own accord. His eyes shut the moment they met softness, letting his being sink into the experience.

Twilight lips were plump and firm, a layer of fur coating the surface, each tickling at his scales. It started with them meshing and pressing their mouths together, a suppressed moan, a repressed breath sometimes finding an escape.

But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. Dragons always craved more, no matter the cost, no matter the effort, no matter the result. Spike pushed down against the smaller mare, enveloping her slender body with his own.

His cock was outright aching now, having been teased beyond what could be considered fair. Sandwiched between two plump purple cheeks, Spike's dick twitched upward to Twilight's moist opening.

She must have felt it, too. She was moaning, practically screaming into the kiss, her cute little slit being teased by his sharp tip.

Twilight broke away from the kiss, panting. "You know what all of this is leading to, right?"

"Yeah, I do," Spike said without a wisecrack, feeling his heart pound in his chest. "And I'm... I'm scared, Twi. There isn't a villain in the world that could have me sweating like this." He awkwardly chuckled. "If we took away from the sex, of course."

Twilight giggled, raising her forelegs to hide her face partly. "I understand what you mean. This will be my first time soon." She inched her legs down. "With that being said, this is something you actually have more experience in than me!"

The two tried to laugh but found they couldn't.

"I'm uh, ah, not sure that's a good thing." Spike bit down on his tongue after that, trying to repress the aching in his cock that was spreading down his length. "But if the thought helps at all, then this is my first time having sex without magic. Everything here, everything here is real."

"I would certainly hope so!" Twilight threw her muzzle forward, claiming his lips in a kiss. They locked for a few seconds, then broke away. "You had been worried that this was all a fantasy."

She gravitated her hips backward and forward, again and again, feeling his length slide along her crack; his girth impressing itself into her fat flanks.

Twilight kept with her ministrations for a few moments, delighting at the feeling at the hardness trapped underneath her rump, the warmth it exuded. She needed it to get it inside of her, to feel the most personal part of him more intimately.

So, in a moment and movement of surprise, she rose her forehooves and pressed them against each of his pecs, shoving them with enough force that he fell back on the bed.

Spike raised his head to question the act but was silenced by a shadow. Twilight hovered above him, all hooves over his abs and chest, and in a flash, she was retaking his lips.

He quickly sunk into the kiss, letting himself recline to the bed, enjoying her weight atop him. Words and questions and other trivia things faded from his mind; best friends didn't need such things—they simply knew what to do.

So Spike surrendered to the embrace, to the loss of control, and to his heart's desire despite his fear. In looking into the space between their stomachs, one strong and the other soft in appearance, he saw his cock standing tall. It was coated in the shadow of Twilight's hovering crotch.

Then her legs buckled, and her pussy came tumbling down on the tip of his cock. The soft fur of her vulva greeted him first, rubbing along his girth. His tip slowly penetrated past her puffy folds, making her writhe in pleasure at the fullness that was entering her tight little hole.

While this was happening, the two were still deepening their kiss, and as they entered each other's bodies, so too did their tongues. The tips of both each prodded at each other's lips, and in response, their mouths opened.

The two wet muscles meshed against one another, feeling one another, attacking one another. It was a slippery war where the reward was only more heat burning between their legs—a game without losers.

Spike wandered in the depths of his mind how all this was possible. How he could feel his cock sinking deeper and deeper into Twilight's tight pussy, and not only that, but have her smooth body laid against his scales, her soft lips working against his own.

But what was more than that, more than anything else, was the acceptance of his best friend turned lover.

As his tongue explored the silky interior of her mouth, Spike knew he couldn't let the moment go to waste. Too long had he repressed who he was—what he desired—all for the sake of social convention.

But there would be no more of that. Bringing a claw to each of her flanks, he delivered a slap to both, delighting in both the moan that echoed into his mouth and the jiggle of her cheeks.

"Mmmhmm!" Twilight's lips made wet smacking sounds as she pulled away. "That was very naughty, mister!" Then her lips shot into a smirk. "Now rub my flanks better!"

Spike chuckled. "Can do, boss."

He laid his claws on her supple rump, feeling her fur brush along his palm. His claws rubbed small circles against her butt, enjoying the feel of her squishiness. Every now and again, he'd squeeze her ass, relishing in how her flanks filled out between his digits.

Twilight thoroughly enjoyed having herself felt up. There was a certain roughness she could never evoke in the ministrations of herself, be it either the softness of her hooves or how she could stop at any time.

But it wasn't that way with Spike. Her body burned in ecstasy at the mere visualization of his physique. The skin underneath her fur became sensitive at his touch, making her shudder at his constant poking, at his constant teasing.

And when his claws took a handful of her rump was when things turned divine. Twilight never thought much of her butt, unsure if it was big or small, but whenever she caught Spike staring at it, such questions no longer mattered to her.

Never before had a part of her felt so worshiped, so packed with the feeling of another. It was as good for her as it was for him, and together, the two built upward to their respective climaxes.

"Mmm... Spike..." Twilight whimpered as she eased more of her weight down on his cock, feeling his tip penetrated deeper into her pussy. The feeling had her constantly shuddering at having her tight walls split apart by his length and his girth, filling out her tight little hole, her heartbeat in fear of not being able to take all of him in.

Spike, in the meanwhile, was in pure ecstasy. He never knew Twilight was so undeniably tight. Her walls clamped on his cock, almost tight enough to keep him in place. With his cock sinking deeper into her pussy, he had to fight himself not to buck his hips, just shoving all of his fucking meat inside of her.

Spike was better than that, and with a clenched mouth, let the mare sink further down his cock, allowing her to dictate how things would go down. The feeling was wonderfully horrible—more and wetter pleasure applied along with his members, all at an agonizingly slow pace and backed by a constant heat.

"Aaaaah..." Twilight's tongue rolled past her lips as her crotch smacked against his, closing her eyes at the absolute fullness in her cooch. "Hehe. I wasn't sure I'd be able to fit all of you inside of me!" She flicked her crotch. "Oh, Spikey! It feels like you're going to tear me apart down there, and yet... And yet I want more of you!"

Twilight started rocking her hips back and forth, feeling the cock roll along her walls, it throbbing inside her. She wanted it to stretch her out, to push against her walls, to slam deep inside her pussy and never stop.

And that mare was going to make that shit happen.

"You owned each of our friends today,' Twilight slurred, lifting from his crotch. "Made each of them your mare underneath the sheets. Does that male you feel powerful?"

Spike was biting his lips together to keep himself from screaming, the moist warmth of her pussy pulling away from his cock. How could something be so terrible and great at the same time?

"Heh. Guess that doesn't matter now, does it?" Twilight outright grinned as she fell on his cock again, flicking her hips forward when their crotches met. "Because y-you're my dragon now, and I-I'm going to make you mine."

Twilight lifted back up just to fall again, always just as his tip was the only thing past her folds.

His cock shot deeply and quickly with every fall of her crotch, his girth pressing out against her walls. Twilight's flanks smacked against his thighs every time she fell, continually flicking her hips from the overload of sensations coursing through her body.

Spike, on the other hand, wasn't taking too kindly to being teased. Having the weight and tightness fall on his cock repeatedly was enough to coat his member in her juices, but it wasn't enough to satisfy the aching at the base of his shaft that was only growing worse.

"You look grumpy!" Spike cracked open an eye to the sight before him: Twilight sitting on his crotch, back arched, riding his cock. "What's that matter? Are my flanks not enough to keep you in check?"

Spike nodded despite himself.

"Is that so?" Twilight giggled, and then, without missing a beat, she narrowed her eyes. "What are you going to do about it, Number-One Assistant?"

She was egging him on, and she knew it. Twilight waited with held breath as she watched something dark cloud over her dragon's eyes, something fierce and primal, long locked away in his unconscious.

Spike lunged forward at her in a blur, taking her frame and pushing it to the ground of the mattress. She had her stomach pressing against the sheets while his body pushed down on her back, dwarfing her being as he kept her still.

"Oh, Spike!" Twilight felt her pussy gush her juices at the sudden domination. She was unable to move, having this hunk of a boy lock her into place. "I don't care what you're planning. Just do it!"

Spike complied when she felt his tip angled between her folds, and without warning, he shoved himself inside her. She had his cock thrust all the way down her tight tunnel, his tip smashing against her cervix. His thighs slapped against her cheeks with every thrust, and when the sensation was no longer enough to sustain him, he pulled out from her pussy, just to the point where his tip was the only thing left inside, and promptly slammed his way back inside of Twilight.

The mare herself was leaking at this point. Her tight little pussy was being dominated by his thick and long cock, beating into her non-stop. The itch deep in her pussy was finally being scratched, being pummeled into, again and again, and as the pressure began to build up, she herself was ready to explode.

"Spike... Are you still there?"

"Barely," Spike squeezed out from his constant panting, slipping a clawback to her ass and groping it tightly. "You feel soooo good, Twilight."

"Heh, t-thanks." Twilight, despite her limited movement, rocked her behind every time her dragon flicked his hips, allowing herself to take more of him—harder and faster while they were at it. "I uh, I don't think I have much longer in me, Spikey."

"Neither do I." Spike squeezed harder and harder at her ass as the aching in his cock was on fire now, his base swelling with cum. "Are you... Mhmmm... Ready for this?"

He didn't need to hear an answer at his last thrust inside of her, feeling the walls of her pussy clamp down on his cock, refusing to let it move.

Spike moaned as his cock knotted with the entrance of Twilight's pussy, and with the building of pleasure, of the sensations, filled only with the other, the pony and the dragon climaxed together, screaming each other's names.

No longer could they be considered just best friends. Not anymore.

The two, breathing heavily from the highs of their climaxes, promptly tumbled into one another, both spent from the day and the sex. Spike was quick to pull Twilight to his side, holding her against his chest, letting her cuddle him.

There wasn't much for them to say after that, and fatigue commanded the duo to at least close their eyes. Even in her sleep, Twilight didn't know if she was in the arms of her friend, brother, son or lover.

But for once in her life, Twilight Sparkle didn't care and let herself fall asleep.

'Number-one assistant to number-one lover... heh.'