The Day Spike Stopped Caring and Made Love to Everpony He Cares for

by B_25

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Celestia, Main 6, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike, Comedy, Romance, Sex
Length: 61300

Spike stops caring for a day, which sees him confessing to all the beautiful mares in his life, about all the not-so-beautiful things he'd like to do with them.

Spike stops caring for a day, which sees him confessing to all the beautiful mares in his life, about all the not-so-beautiful things he'd like to do with them. Each encounter is a unique connection—and another unique way of enjoying that connection.

Who will he get with?

Just how crazy can his day get?

And how will the Spike of tomorrow deal with all these waiting girls?

Commission for Loveless!

This is an alternative version of this story! Except it's more romantic, lewd, and with a harem end!

Published 2021-06-02 03:00:03 UTC
Last updated 2021-08-17 17:22:30 UTC

Prologue | Everything is Going to Be Okay

Spike Bangs Everypony
B_25 & Loveless

Spike knew today would be terrible without even opening his eyes.

It'd seemed like a trend for the past few months, having this sudden premonition after a few moments after waking. It was hard to fault Spike for that. The first thing his eyes opened to was the faint sunlight spilling into the darkroom. The floors were dusty and covered with plates with half-eaten sandwiches and other such deserted foods on them.

Spike groaned as he threw the covers off his body. He brought his feet to the floor, collecting his face into his palm and rubbing his eyes. A few moments later, Spike stood up and gave a slight stretch, cracking the kinks in his back and his neck. Upon finishing with that, he began toward the corner of the room where a standing mirror awaited him.

Spike didn't particularly like looking at himself in the mirror—his reflection always gave him the wrong impression of himself. There was no denying what he was, a dragon of course, but sometimes, whenever he was just waking up or had spent a long time alone, he'd forgotten that fact, and for whatever reason, it always made him happy to do so.

'Oh, and Spike? Please don't forget to update that journal whenever you wake up!" Twilight had said to him a month or so ago, warmly but with excitement—it was just after his growth spurt had kicked in. 'You may be our first clue in cracking the elements behind a dragon's ageing process!'

Spike looked himself in the mirror and could almost chuckle at the differences he now saw. His eyes gazed down his figure, which was far taller than any pony he'd know, his frame slim yet built, his face narrow and without fat, and though it wasn't much to brag about, his chest and arms saw to decent muscle growth.

But at the end of the day, all that was still attached to the dragon that hardly left his room.

Spike leaned to the stand next to the mirror and picked up a journal, opening it up and flipping to the page of the day, filling in the spaces with information that said, pretty much, nothing had changed since yesterday, in which, nothing had changed since the day before, then before and before, going on and on and suddenly making the drake very depressed.

"Ah, c'mon, get it together!" Spike shook his head as his claw closed the journal, putting it back on the stand as he looked at the calendar on the wall. "We can spend the whole day mopping in here after we've helped Twilight with her experiment."

He began toward the bedroom door and quickly unlocked it. Light washed into his room. He cast a glance over his shoulder to see if he could do any clean-up, but upon seeing the crumpled papers, dirty dishes, empty bags—it was all enough to throw him out of the room and have him slam the door afterward.

Spike began down the long crystal hall, hoping that leaving his room for once would improve his mood, but seeing the hung-up photos of his friends only severed to do the opposite. With every step he took and every face he saw, guilt began to rise from his chest.

"It's your fault you're not close to them," Spike muttered under his breath. He gazed at every photograph as they passed. "You love the girls so much, and yet, you care too much about screwing up so much that you don't even risk it with them anymore. You don't have any right to feel guilty—it's your mistake anyway."

The words did nothing to suppress the feeling. Every time he saw Applejack, he was reminded of his missed opportunity of helping on the farm, of helping a friend and being a part of the team, or indulging in the deep conversations he would have with the mare when they were alone. Of course, he mostly screwed up what he meant to say, but somehow, the mare could always pull meaning out from his nonsense.

Another step. Another beat of the heart. Another mistake to ruminate about.

Seeing Rarity's face always brought a pang to his heart. The fashionista was the definition of beauty, one so close yet always out of his reach, no matter his efforts to become the dragon that she would come to love. He slowly gave up on trying to woo her heart—he'd given up on a lot of things.

Another step, faster than the last, but faces on the wall wouldn't be blurred so easily.

"Get out of your head!" Spike didn't bother hiding the words under his breath. "There's Pinkie! Are you going to be sad because you're not as energetic as her, that you never offered to help cook sweets but thought how cool that could be in a booth alone!"

He shook his head and walked faster.

"There's Fluttershy!" Spike threw his arms up. "You going to throw a fit because you didn't spend a weekend at her cottage, helping with her animals and drinking tea afterward, discussing the quieter things in life? That would have been nice—if you weren't too scared to go over and ask!"

Spike was almost jogging now.

"Oh, look, you're actually running now!" Spike exhaled heavily. "Too bad you weren't doing this a few weeks ago when Rainbow Dash offered to bring you to the gym with her. Glad you spent all that time locked away in your room, huh?!"

Spike would have broken into a dash were it not for him almost running into a door, the very one that had been his destination the whole time. He stopped before panting, shoulders rising and dropping, muzzle scrunched, and eyes narrowed, though after a moment, he returned to normal.

Then, with the biggest smile he could force, Spike opened the door.

“You're a hundred percent sure this isn'tgoing to kill me?”

"For the last time, Spike, it won't kill you." Twilight stood at the opposite side of the room, behind a table with an open book. She was slowly glowing a brighter lavender as she concentrated on the spell. “It may hurt... well, a lot, but it won't kill you.”

Spike's shoulders dropped. "Will it hurt so badly I'll want to kill me?"

Twilight curled her lips inward. "Now that one, I'm not sure."

He couldn't help but sigh.

"C'mon, Spike, we have to do this." Twilight's eyes flitted across the words of the page. "Although I do miss the times when I didn't have to crane my neck back to see you, I am glad that your growth spurt finally came." She flipped the book closed with a hoof and looked back up at him. "The issue is that it came far too late than what is normal for most dragons, and not only that, but you should have also grown a pair of wings."

"Maybe somepony just forgot to ring a bell?" Spike offered as he shifted in place on the elevated wooden platform. "Maybe we could do that instead of blasting my body with blazing experimental magic?"

"I would if I could, Spike." Twilight chuckled softly, cheeks blushing a tinge of pink at his sense of humour. He always had the right words to tickle her pickle, to give her a boost of energy during her all-nighter reading sessions, to say the right joke to make her laugh at the despair brought about by some new villain. "You... do know that I don't want to hurt you, right? That this is our last option to figure out what's wrong with you?"

"And here I thought you were just getting tired of me." Spike smiled warmly at her, starting to stand tall and still in place. "But yeah, I know you're just doing this because you care about me. Not a fan of the pain, but this is all for the best, right?"

"Right." Twilight nodded. "You weren't born like most dragons. Eggs are usually hatched by the warmth of their mother's body heat. However, with your egg, I artificially hatched it with the surplus of my magic during my entrance exam. The spell was enough to give you life at the moment. However, it didn't infuse you with all the material needed to grow like a dragon should."

"And we're sure that's a bad thing?" Spike waved his claw. "I'm all for growing wings and taking Rainbow down in a race, but not if I'm going to go out and destroy the town again." He chuckled. "And that dragon attitude. I'll skip the wings if it means skipping what I saw during the dragon migration."

Twilight smiled as wisps of faint light began to float and wrap around her horn. "Don't worry, you'll still retain who you are—I think we both can be glad for that." She walked around the table and began toward the drake. "But, during my entrance exam, I had to reverse the magic inside of you to prevent you from growing into a full-sized dragon."

Twilight stopped before Spike, and true to her word, had to crane her neck back to make eye contact with it—not that her eyes minded travelling up his chiselled abdomen, then his sculpted chest, then to his face that had lost all its fat and was sharper in shape.

"You okay, Twi?" Spike lowered himself to his right knee, head tilted because of her strange expression. "You've got me a bit scared."

"I'm just... s-straining underneath the exertion from this spell is all!" Twilight groaned. "N-Not so easy concocting a powerful spell made for a dragon, y-you know?"

"Ah shoot, I didn't even consider that!" Spike shook his head. "And here I've been putting you in pain while complaining about what's going to happen to me." He closed his eyes and held out his arms. "Alright, do what you gotta do." He clenched his eyes tighter. "Just try to be gentle, okay?"

"I'll do my best."

She stood before him with her back straight and her horn charge, her magic gaining in frequency and power as a powerful gust swept across the room, pulling the books on nearby shelves into its grasp as the intensity of the spell grew and grew.

Twilight could feel it inside her, a primal energy long since dormant, used only once before in a time of need to hatch the one she loved and who stood before her. She drained the power of her surplus, feeding more and more of it into her horn, the thick magical wisp flooding out from the tip of her horn, slithering through the air until it made contact with the dragon's chest, the spell seeping past his scales and infusing with his body as it coursed through his veins in search of something.

"Ack!" Spike panted, and he cried, and he screamed. He curled his claws into fists to help him withstand the sudden agonizing pain. "This is why I hate Mondays!" He cracked open an eye to glare down at the princess. "P-Please tell me this is almost over!"

Twilight stomped her hooves to the floor to keep her body from moving. "A-Almost there, Spike! Wait, what is..." The wisps around her horn transitioned into an emerald colour. "Magic's coming back to me? But I don't—"The wisps pulsated, the colour of her magic becoming more and more green. The spell began to course out of the drake's body, now green instead of purple as it was siphoned back into her horn. "W-Wait! I can't hold this much—"

The magic of the room turned green, draining back into the recesses of Twilight's horn where, a few moments later, the magic shot back out again in a tremendous explosion that swept across the room and the halls of the castle.

"... … ..."

Twilight saw only darkness but could feel something in the distance.

"...Twilight..."

Every joint in her body was sore, her mind enduring a haze brought about by a horrible migraine, and worst of all, her consciousness was still ingrained in reality while this was happening.

"...Twilight, I need you to wake up." Twilight did her best to reply to the distant voice, to move or to nod or to do anything to let the other know that she could hear them, that she was simply locked away in herself. "Aw, crud. And here I thought I was supposed to be agony's only friend during this experiment."

A chuckle escaped past her lips without Twilight even meaning to do so.

"So you are still alive in there." Twilight felt two strong arms slip under her body, one underneath her hind legs and the other underneath her barrel, picking her up like she was a foal and holding her close to a tough but warm, scaly chest. "Not exactly sure what is down here, but it's safe to say to take whatever pain was intended for me. I'd apologize, but I think a warm bed would do you one better."

"Mmhmm." Twilight managed to crack open an eye. She was treated to the sight of a charred ceiling, though that wasn't what pulled her focus—it was the underside of her number-one assistant's face. "B-Bed does sound nice."

"Tell me about it." Spike stopped walking down the hall, a thought striking him suddenly as he looked down at her with concern painted across his muzzle. "But as much as you and I would like nothing more than not to see the world for a few days, I'm worried that the injury you took may have knocked that precious noggin of yours more than any doctor would like."

Twilight blinked. She was still bordering on the edge of consciousness, and everything had a dream-like quality to it. For whatever reason, having her cute little body held by a teenage dragon like Spike made her feel safe, maybe even a bit pampered to be carried around like this. She wanted nothing more than to curl up further in his arms and give him the duty of watching over her as she slept.

"...Twilight, are you still with me?" Spike's face gazing down at her, his voice strong while his eyes showed how scared he was inside—how could a single creature be so handsome and innocent at the same time? "I'm going to check your body for any cuts or bruises, alright? Going to have to hold you a bit funny, but please don't think I'm getting any crazy ideas."

Twilight felt the claw holding her body by her barrel slide down the length of her back, a stark reminder of just how much more giant her dragon had grown, his claw reaching her rump and his palm squeezing her flanks. His other claw scratched across her fluffy expanse.

"There we go." Twilight blushed at having her butt being felt up, but the drake was too busy having his other claw glide over her fluffy belly, pressing down at specific points and listening for a reaction, digits continuing up her underbelly as they searched for anything of concern. "You don't seem to have taken any hits, but that doesn't rule out internal damage..."

Twilight did her best to suppress any moans as his searching digits felt every inch of her body up, looking for anything that could still be hurting her, of course, but that didn't repress the sensation of being felt up in the slightest. If she was honest, this would have to be the first time another male had felt her so intimately, with claws so sharp and yet so gentle, scratching at all the right places, cause her hind leg to twitch in the air and making her let out little moans whenever she was sure they would pass underneath Spike's radar.

"Nothing feels broken, and the fact you're not screaming in agony implies that everything is okay underneath the hood." Spike's claw came under her muzzle, cupping it gently as he brought it left and then right, his head tilting at seeing no marks. His cheeks began to blush at the sight of her face. "Anyone tell you that you look absolutely beautiful after an explosion from a failed spell?"

Twilight went to laugh, but the pressure on her chest saw that only a few chuckles escaped. "I've spent far too much time behind books and friendship problems for any stallion to use such a cheesy pick-up line on me."

"Well," Spike said as he placed the back of his claw against her forehead, pushing up her violet mane and revealing more of the beautiful face that was underneath it, "you will always have this cheesy dragon to pay you a line or two every day." He pulled back his claw. "You're not burning up, and you don't have any injuries—looks like a typical case of exertion." He continued forward again, bringing his other arm back to her hind legs and taking the first claw from her rump.

"Tell you what, say we make it to your bed alive. How about we have some fun, enjoy some sleep, and just risk it with the chance of a coma afterward." Spike turned a right at the end of the hallway, accompanied on the walls on either side of him were the occasional knocked over wooden tables and the shattered glass of once hanging paintings. "Worst-case scenario, we get a few weeks, heck, maybe a month off duty, and Rarity can finally have her wish of being a pretty little princess."

"Mmmhmm." Twilight snuggled more of herself against his broad chest, delighting in the heat it gave off—it was like hugging a furnace only with no burning sensation. "Only if you promise to stay in the same bed." She yawned and then giggled. "My blankets are not nearly as warm or as comfy as you."

"Now I know that blast did some re-wiring in your upstairs." Spike reached the door to her room, and in the absence of having a free claw to turn the handle, decided to just bust the door open with a powerful kick from his leg. The action both startled and aroused Twilight. "Let's just worry about getting you to bed before you say something that gives the wrong impression."

"F-Fair enough."

"There we go, made it to the bed without one of us dying." Twilight gently pulled away from his warm chest, forelegs almost reaching out like a foal does for their stolen bottle. The strong arms laid her to rest on her bed, pulling the blanket over her sore body and bringing the pillow to her head. "Get some rest. You probably need it more than I do."

Spike stumbled back from the bed, his body suddenly weak without the soft comfort of Twilight's body. He shook the thought and the feeling from the head, which, of course, only made him feel more light-headed and dizzy. When he snapped back to reality, he found Twilight looked at him from the bed, her cute body underneath the sheets with only her head protruding out. Strands of her mane messily covered her face, though she could still see him and even offered a sweet little smile.

"Close your eyes and try to sleep this off." Spike turned around to the door, shoulders dropping as it hung loosely from its hinges. He sighed. "I'm going to write a letter to Celestia explaining why she may not get another in quite some time. If there's still room for me in that bed afterward, I'll join you since I'd rather not sleep alone right now."

Spike stumbled past the hanging door and into the hallway, taking a step forward and out of any line of sight, feeling his body freeze up as his every joint suddenly became weak and unwilling to move. Shivers coursed throughout his body, each making him feel even weaker in a strange way, the world becoming blurry as his stomach felt like it was going to vomit.

Without quite knowing why, his claw came to the side of his head, pressing against a wetness that made him flinch. His digits pulled before his eyes to reveal the blood coating them. "Oh, crud." He gazed down at his body to find cuts that dug into his scales, some deeper than others, all prompting at least a trickle of blood from his body.

"Huh." Spike stumbled backward. "Looks like I checked the wrong body."

He then fell forward and passed out in the castle's hallway.

"... … …"

Everything hurt.

"...Spike..."

Spike, for whatever reason, didn't mind the pain—it was if it were some distant sensation he cared nothing for. Slowly, he cracked open his eyes to the concerned muzzle of Twilight a few feet above him. "You're awake!"

"I'm not sure about that one." Spike draped a claw over his face, covering his eyes from the sunlight pouring into the hallway from the glass window. "Can I check back into reality at a later time? My body would really appreciate doing nothing for the next little while."

"Are you okay? What exactly feels wrong with your body?" Twilight circled his laying form as her eyes studied his every scale. "Are you getting strange new thoughts? Joints that feel like they're going to explode? Has terrible agony stricken you with paralysis that is stopping you from—"

"Just a headache from you and a sore back from the floor." Spike began to sit upon the crystal floor, slowly regaining his balance as he returned to his feet. He grinned, looking down at Twilight. "See? I'm standing on my own two feet!"

"Spike, this is serious!" Twilight stomped her hoof directly in front of him. "A spell designed to mitigate my magical hold inside of you completelybackfired and knocked us unconscious for the whole night!"

"Really?" He crossed his arms and turned his head over to the window, raising a claw to shield his eyes from the first rays of sunlight. "Huh. Guess time travel really is possible."

"Now's not the time for jokes, Spike!" Twilight shook her head as she stepped toward the tall dragon, coming up on hind legs as she wrapped her forelegs around his waist, nuzzling his abdomen while squeezing him. "We seriouslyhad a close call there! What if something even worse happened?"

"Then it only would've happened to me," Spike said, the phrase catching him and Twilight by surprise. "As far as I'm concerned, any damage to me is nothing so long the same isn't happening to you." He brought an arm around her neck, holding the mare closer to himself, enjoying the warmth of her soft fur rubbing against his smooth scales. "Feels... weird for me to be saying something like that, huh?"

Twilight didn't reply at first, only exhaling deeply as her cheeks burned rose pink. "Do you... mean that, Spike?"

"Of course I do, Twi." Spike's other claw began to comb through her violet mane. "I'm your number-one assistant after all, and even then... whoa, is that a sexy photo of Rarity?"

"Uh." Twilight blinked, craning her neck from his belly to look up at the drake. "What now?"

"That photo of Rarity has her entire photo in the frame!" Spike smiled at the princess's hooves, where, free from its frame, the photo of the fashionista exposed more of her body than what was previously let on. "Just look at the softness of her white coat, the curls of her purple mane, her slim physique, and most importantly of all, those flanks she's got on her!" He shook his head. "They're perfect in shape!"

"Spike!" Twilight broke out from the hug and stumbled back a few steps. "You can't just say stuff like that!"

"What? Butt? Ass? Pleasure cheeks?" Spike looked up. "Anyone going to strike me with a bolt of lightning?" He let a few moments pass before looking back down at Twilight. "Looks like the deity of profanity is off duty for today—besides, those words were tame!"

"It doesn't matter if they were tame! You don't go running around and saying things about a mare's... behind!" Twilight shook her head to try and make sense of the situation, as well as to rid herself of her burning blush. "What even gave you the confidence to talk about a mare's rump in an open room with another mare in it!?"

"A good night's sleep," Spike replied, "It could happen to anyone."

"A good night's sleep gave you the confidence to talk about rumps?!"

"Maybe I was dreaming about butts the whole time!" Spike snapped his claw. "Familiarity breeds contempt and all that other stuff."

"That's it, there's definitely something off about you," Twilight said. "Did you hit your head when you passed out here last night? Blood loss from all those cuts? Ah! Why did I think it was a good idea for you to carry me when you were clearly hurting yourself?!"

"We both didn't know I was hurt as well, and besides, there's nothing wrong with me!" Spike started punching the air and began jogging on the spot. "No sore joints or pain in my legs. Even the cuts I sustained from last night have dried. Even if they didn't, I wouldn't care if they still hurt!" He blinked, slowly stopping in place. "I wouldn't care even if I was in pain." He stepped back a few feet, feeling his back press against the wall, placing his weight on it as he raised a claw to his eyes. "I wouldn't care regardless of anything."

"Spike?" Twilight asked with concern flooding through her voice as she took a step towards him. "Is everything okay?"

"I... I don't care about anything, Twilight." He let his claw drop to his side with a chuckle. "And it feels... meh."

"Uh-oh, that spell did have an effect on you after all." She quickly walked towards him. "Spike, I need you to be honest with me and answer the following." She came before him with her eyes narrowed. "Are you feeling greedy at all? Like there's a desire building in your chest, supported by a feeling of rage?"

"No," Spike said, slightly confused. "No feelings whatsoever. I'm not feeling mad, and I'm not feeling sad, not anxious or nervous, greedy or needy—just nothing." He then chuckled. "I definitely don't mind it."

"Strange." Twilight squinted her eyes as her thinking stole her away from reality for a moment. "You don't seem all that different from last night, besides when you were commenting on how great Rarity's butt is." Not even sexual confusion could stop Twilight when she was in nerd mode. "You're not taking or demanding anything, and from what I can tell, your wit hasn't been reduced to a primal state."

"Do primal thoughts about Rarity's butt count?"

"My point exactly." Twilight blinked—her means of returning to reality. "From what I can tell, the magic I restrict you with during your hatching has finally left you and returned to me, but the only problem is that during its departure it—why are you giving me that look?"

"The look I had while staring at Rarity's flanks or the look I have whenever you're explaining something boring?"

"Boring!" Twilight stomped a hoof. "I am explaining the circumstance that illustrate your lack of growth for most of your life and how it may—"

"Can Rarity's butt do the explaining?"

"Rarity's butt will be doing no such thing!" Twilight chided and lowered her tail. "Besides, it's meant for jiggling anyway."

"Can Rarity jiggle her butt instead of you explaining something boring?"

Twilight narrowed her eyes. "You are so lucky the withdrawal of magic has affected your cognition, or else I would be slapping you so hard." She then pointed her hoof up at him. "Ah-ha! I also explained the boring stuff when you weren't expecting it!"

"Does that mean I get to see Rarity's butt shake now?"

"No! Stop asking." Twilight lowered her hoof. "First, we have to perform a series of questionnaires to see how well your mind is functioning and just what kind of state it's in." Her lips began to stretch. "Then we get to clean up not only the experimentation room but the whole castle as well from the blast!" She then sat down and clopped her hooves together. "And that means re-shelving day and many other fun chores!"

Spike's shoulders dropped.

"Aren't you just excited about this, Spike?" Twilight couldn't help herself from standing back up and beginning to hop about in a circle. "All the tests that will shed light on the unconscious nature of dragons? The effects of having pony magic reside in a dragon since their birth? There are just so many questions to be asked, answers to be explored, work, and fun to be had!"

Spike had stopped listening and didn't care enough to pinpoint the words he'd dropped out at. His eyes became tired, and his ears were bored to death. In any other case, he would have gone through the effort to nod his head to give the illusion that he cared about what was being said, but now he had not even an iota of care to give.

"Don't give me that look! It won't be so bad." Twilight nudged his side with her waist. "We'll be cracking a new puzzle together while getting everything back in order! Battling villains is not nearly as great as a clean-up day!"

Spike stared at her with a blank expression.

"But first of all, you should go get yourself patched up with the first-aid kit in the bathroom." Twilight turned around and began down the hall, continuing to speak from over her shoulder. "I'll go and cook us a big breakfast to get us ready for the day, and while I'm at it, start writing up a few questionnaires." She then looked forward and broke into a trot. "I am so excited about this!"

Spike watched her as she turned the corner. With her out of sight, he continued to look down the hall, at the tarnished red carpet and all the broken glass, the shelves knocked down and vases in pieces—all of which would be true for almost every hall and room on this floor. Either way, staying here meant work, something which Spike couldn't care to do.

He looked around his surroundings for an excuse, something plausible to get him out of this mess, but the effort was dead before it even began—he couldn't even care enough to make up an excuse to get him out of work. He just wanted to get out of the castle and away from the one imposing work on him, and if he could, get to see Rarity's flank up-front.

Spike looked up at the window only to be blinded by the morning light, something which, after his lips stretched into a smile, gave him an idea.

An hour later...

"Sorry it took me so long!" Twilight said as she strolled through the hall, papers and a few plates with eggs and such on them. "Had to devise a few sheets that were specific to our current situation."

She didn't receive a response.

"Spike?" She turned the corner into an empty hallway, making her stop in place. "Spike, where did you go?!" She continued down the hall, and after a few moments, stopped before shards of glass on the ground bigger than any of the others she had encountered before. "What the..."

Twilight then looked over to a small table that stood back up, a paper on its surface with a book holding it in place. She hovered before the page and began to read it aloud: "Dear Twilight, I don't feel like doing any chores today. Peace?" She shook her head, the sunlight feeling warmer than usual. "PS... don't mind the w-window?"

Twilight finally looked up and gasped at what she saw.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" Twilight screamed as she stepped back, the window above smashed with the silhouette of her number-one assistant.

Spike's body broke through the window with the sound of shattering glass ringing in his ear, the ground below so far away from the second story of the castle, an oversight he hadn't cared enough to consider. He should have screamed, flailing his arms and looking for help, but he found himself saying only one thing as he began to fall.

"Meh."

I | What's So Wrong about Interspecies? (Or, A Study in Scarlet)

Author's Note

I | What's So Wrong about Interspecies? (Or, A Study in Scarlet)

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A Study in Scarlet

Spike hummed himself a little song as he dripped blood through the market square.

He didn't care for the mess he left behind or the ponies looking at him strangely: he was too caught up in his song in dance even to register the pain shooting up his left leg. It could have been broken for all he knew, and yet, he couldn't have cared less about the matter—or at all, and that's if he even wanted to.

"Da-de! Da-do! Da-da, da-da-da!" Spike took one step forward and one step, then two steps with a bit of twirl at the end. He wasn't sure what made him want to dance all of a sudden, only that he was currently doing so and outside the boutique, no less. "Da-de. Da—oooh!"

A small garden next to the building had caught his attention. He shuffled over to a piece of land in his dancing, keeping his hips moving left and right even as he stood in place, assessing all the flowers present before him. He found a rose as red as the colour of his blood and thought that would make it all the more romantic—plucking it straight away and shuffling himself back to the door of the boutique.

He gave the wood three timely knocks.

A few moments passed, then...

"Oh! I'm so terribly sorry," the sing-song voice came from the other side of the door, followed by hoof-steps growing louder. "The Carousel Boutique doesn't open until later this afternoon, but if you like, you can leave me you—"

"You have a voice of a goddess in the morning," Spike said as he shifted his weight to his good leg. "And I could use any divine healing you're willing to spare for a friend."

"Just what kind of stallion says such cheesy things first thing in the morning?" Rarity asked as the sound of her hoofsteps stopped behind the door, a blue glow manifesting itself around its handle. "Wait a second, that voice is no stallion..." The door opened to reveal the beautiful white mare, her head tilted at the sight of her visitor. "...Spike?"

"The one and only." Spike lowered himself onto his bleeding knee, holding out the rose he'd plucked from before. "Now, I know they may both start with an 'r,' but a rose really is no substitute for a ring."

"A r-ring!?" Rarity shook her head as she stepped outside. "Spike, are you..."

"Asking you to marry me? Yes." He shrugged his shoulders. "Now I know you want a dashing prince to steal you away into a sunset, but since we're on budget constraints at the moment, how about we do a pretend proposal now and do the real thing later?"

"Spike, darling, you're not making any sense!" Rarity's eyes then lowered to his knee, which still leaked blood down his ankle. "Oh, heavens dear, you're bleeding!"

"Only because I jumped from the second story of the castle to be here now!" Spike clapped his claws and brought them next to his muzzle. "It was terrible, Rarity! I had to escape from my fate of doing chores all day so that I could come to proclaim my love to you!"

"You must have whacked your head terribly during your fall for you to be acting this way!" Rarity clasped her forehooves over his claws and pulled him inside the building. "We must get that knee and head of yours checked straight away!"

"W-What about my proposal?

"We shall deal with that once we are inside!"

The drake was pulled inside the boutique, and the door was slammed behind him.

"What will it take to convince you that I'm not insane?"

"Less blood." Rarity stood at his waist height with her eyes concentrated on his knee, her aqua magic wrapping a roll of bandages around the gash in his scales. They were currently on her modelling platform. "Maybe little less insanity while we're at it."

"But this is Ponyville!" Spike whined. "There's so much insanity that I'm surprised there isn't more blood."

That got a giggle out of Rarity. "My, haven't we've become quite the joker?"

"We could also be lovers if you would just accept the flower."

"There! All bandaged up." Rarity looked up at him. "Now, please lie down so I can see why your head is making you say such things."

"You would have better luck checking my heart." Spike lowered his rump to the floor and became eye level with his love. "The mind can lie while every beat of my heart shows my true love for you!"

"I am all for romantics, darling, but we all very well know your heart beats to keep you alive."

"So you give me life, all the more romantic!" Spike grinned. "That means if you reject my flower, you also stop my heart, and thus, my life!"

"Oh... quiet you." Rarity placed her hoof to his forehead and gently pushed him down. "You're going to lie still while I examine you, okay? Try to answer a few questions if you're up to the task."

Spike crossed his arms. "I'll only answer your question when you'll answer mine."

"Very well, I'll play your silly game." Rarity began at his feet and saw that they were surprisingly clean—besides a few cuts and dried blood. "You wish to proclaim your undying love to me after taking a serious fall from the crystal castle's heights." She began up along his head. "I haven't seen you in close a month, and when I do, it's first thing in the morning, and you're acting and talking far more strangely than usual."

"...is that a yes?"

"But of course!" Rarity stopped at his other knee and felt it up with her forehoof. "Where do I sign the prenup?"

"On my chest with the blood from my knee." Spike looked up at her with a smile. "The misfortune that got us together will also be used to seal the deal between us. What do you think?"

"That my heart is already soaring through the heavens." Rarity couldn't help but giggle as she rubbed her hoof up on his leg, feeling the smooth scales from under her soft touch. "You know, Spike, I've flirted countless times with countless stallions, but never in such a way that we're doing right now."

"This is just fate trying to make the choice easy for you." Spike laid his head back on the ground. "There are so many things different about me from those other stallions, all just to make this meeting all the more special."

"You know, if it weren't for the humour in your tone, I might have been swept off my hooves by your words right now." She continued forward to him, her gaze no longer narrowed but lingering on the muscles pumped beneath his scales. "You have a way with words when you don't have an s-stutter or playing the comedian."

"Who said I was playing funny?" Spike raised his head to look at the mare, who was busy staring at his chiselled abdomen. "I love you now like how I loved you back then, having to look up to lock with your beautiful blue eyes. I may be taller and bigger now, but just like right now, I'll always be looking up to your beauty."

"Oh... you hush with that now." Rarity brought her hoof to his belly and felt her body jolt from the touch. "There is little humour found in joking about a lady's delicate feelings."

"I know. That's why I'm not joking." Spike laid his head back for good. "And I'll even keep perfectly still like you asked to show my honesty, because I love you, Rarity, and I really want to know if you feel the same way."

Rarity's hoof lingered on his scales, their hard but smooth touch ingraining itself in her mind, feeding it with the sensation of coolness and protection, sturdiness and support, and most importantly of all, the muscles being all hers with a correct few words.

"You've had... these feelings for me for a long time now, yes?" Rarity retracted her hoof to the floor. She turned to look at him, and true to his words, kept his head still as his eyes looked up at her. "From the very first moment you saw me, you were smitten with the beauty of my body?"

"And later the brilliance of your personality." Somehow and in some way, Spike's smile became all the more honest and all the more heart-warming. "There are so many aspects of you I could gush about, so many parts of your body that make me gush in more places than one, but no matter which way you spin it, you are perfection incarnate to my beating heart."

Rarity was still, then a moment passed, and then her cheeks flared hot pink, and then she raised a hoof up in the air. "If any of that was a joke or a lie, I shall smack you far worse than any fall from the heavens could hope to muster."

"My heart is beating like crazy from how much I've told you now." He tossed a glance downward. "I already told you my heartbeat will tell you the truth. Go on, give it a listen."

Rarity stood there for a moment, but after a nod, placed her right forehoof and hind leg over his body, lowering herself along his torso as his warm hard scales pressed against her soft, thick fur, the contact a blessing in sensations to all who were involved.

She stretched herself along his chest, delighting furthermore in the bliss as her head rested against the spot where his heart resided. It beat, faster and faster, louder and louder, more robust, each beat something more to the last, and after a second, Rarity blushed even more when she realized this effect on his heart was all because of her.

"You are such a strange creature, Spike." Rarity closed her eyes and embraced the feeling of his body pressed against her underside, her ears lulled by the rhythm of his heartbeat. "Gone for a month only to come back and have me listen to your heart. You were always so scared of expressing what you felt, no less the loves you have inside you."

"Let's just say I was scared for a really long time." Spike raised a claw to her body, letting his digits work out the kinks in her back. "And I'm still a bit scared, but I just don't care about being scared anymore."

"And you sure are a lot better for it." Rarity giggled at feeling the sharp but delicate handiwork of his claw. "Hey, whatever happened to keeping perfectly still? Is your love for me a ruse after all?"

"Once again, my mind has lied about my promise," Spike said with a soft smile, raising his head so he could look down at the mare on his chest. "But my body is so consumed by love for you that it just had to touch you in some way or perfect. You are too cute and too distant to my grasp that I must try to claim you once to be satisfied for the rest of my life."

"Now you have given me far more credit than what is due... but this lady appreciates the words nonetheless." Rarity finally opened her eyes, and even though she didn't want to, lifted her head off his chest to lock with the drake's eyes. "You said your sudden lack of caring has allowed you to express your innermost thoughts and feelings? How was it so?"

"Dunno. Just woke up feeling this way." Spike leaned his head left as his claw found itself combing through Rarity's violet mane. "Not sure how long it's going to last, so I wanted to let you know the truth while I still could."

"And I am truly grateful such a thing has occurred." Rarity lowered her head. "I only wish the same could have been true for me as well."

"Why is that?"

"Spike... I've known you've loved me for a long time." The base supporting Rarity's voice tore itself away. "You many visits whenever you were free, the glances you paid my way and the poetry you expected no one to find—your childhood crush always warmed my heart. I just... I just wish I could have done the same to yours as well."

"But you already have."

"I have given you affection but never confirmation due to my selfish fears and desires!" Rarity could stand his gaze no longer as she sought comfort herself, lowering her body against his chest, her head against his heart. "You are by far the most kind and handsome dragon to have ever lived in these lands, better male than most stallions who I have ever met, but yet, you are still a dragon—there is no denying or changing that fact."

Spike was silent only for a moment. "Is that it, then? A few scales and fangs, and I'm off the bachelor's list?" He then sighed. "Look, I won't have you try for someone you find ugly—"

"You are the furthest thing from that word!" Rarity brought her forehooves under his arms and began to hug his sides. "I always felt a tingle of warmth whenever you showed up at my door as a child, but as you grew older, taller, and dare I say, stronger, my own heart began to beat differently." She began to hug him tighter. "Then you hid away from all us girls, and in a way, it was both a relief and torture for me."

"I can't believe it." Spike slowly brought his arms over her body like he was testing dangerous waters, feeling a shiver leave his body once he was allowed to hold her petite body against himself. "All these years of angst and loneliness and all this time you felt the same way on the other side of the door. But the only thing I don't get is why you didn't open the door?"

"It was because you were still a dragon, Spike." Rarity snuggled closer to the creature she was speaking against. "Even though you were more of a friend than any other stallion has been in my life, I am still a fashionista that must keep up appearances, and should it become known that our love was to be..."

"That was it?" Spike asked, not with anger, but with confusion in his tone. "A few choice words from some nobles and a couple of gossip magazines getting their content for a week? I got much worse from that due to the relation I have to Princess Celestia!"

"But she is an established monarch, and I was just starting out!" Rarity's voice almost cracked. "I was scared how other ponies would perceive an inter-species relationship, how much of an impact it would have on my career, how worse off we would be if we finally came to claim the other!"

"Rarity... you know I love you, but you can't keep caring about what other ponies are going to think and say about your choices in life." Spike brought one claw to her neck and the other around her barrel. "If you continue to care what others think, you live off their vague perception of you, and your actions and your life will always be inconsistent with your true character."

"S-So what is the answer then!?" Rarity looked up at him with tears breaking the mascara in her eyes. "What must I do!?"

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Spike exhaled deeply. "But if you should start taking actions based on what you think is right or what you want or need—others may influence, but you shouldn't care what they may think. When you start to take actions based on yourself, you start to reveal your innermost character to everyone else—and that will always be more consistent and respectable."

"...Spike?"

"Yeah?"

"You said you could gush about every little thing you love about me."

"That I could."

"Do you think you could do so now?"

"Whenever I'm looking up at the sky sometimes, I am always reminded how much more blue and beautiful your eyes are." Spike brought the claw from her neck and ran a digit along to her chin, holding the fine point up. "Your mane takes so long to get right, and yet, it's always perfect whenever I get the privilege to see it." He brought his claw to her cheek to cup it. "And there aren't enough words in the world to describe exactly what I feel when I look at your face."

"Oh my..." Rarity could feel something building inside her, something different from the heat in her cheek, a similar kind of sensation making the rest of her body feel heated and needed. She found nourishment in his words and desperately required more. "Don't stop, Spike, please don't stop."

"You probably don't need me to say this because you already know it yourself." He brought his claws to her back, and slowly turned around, brought her to the floor as he hovered above her body. "You want one to make you feel like your coat is thick, to have it felt up in a claw and enjoyed." He did precisely that as he lowered his muzzle to hers. "Let's move down your body since we've covered most of what's here."

"Wait!" Rarity raised herself up, arching her back and bringing her muzzle closer to his. She hovered only for an instant before claiming his lips with her own, meshing her plush lips against his slim once, delighting in the taste of mint as her fur seemed to tickle his scales. The kiss lasted for a few moments before they broke apart. She panted as she fell to the ground. "Now you've done everything you should have there."

Spike smiled down at her. "You're almost right there."

He pressed his lips against her delicate chin, kissing the fur underneath it and then nipping at her throat, progressing downward with every kiss growing in intensity, making her body begin to squirm and heat up even further. Something continued to build in her, something long since dormant, and if the drake kept this up, then Rarity was sure this lust inside of her would come bursting out.

"Your body is so slim but with enough weight to be enjoyed." Spike clasped each of her forehooves with his claws as his lips kissed through the valley of her coat. "Your fur tastes as sweet as your voice in my ears." He then brought his claws down to the sides of her body and began to rub along them, getting her flustered at the overwhelming intimate contact. "Would you like me to go lower?"

"I'll push you down there myself if you don't, darling."

"I've never been one for hooves myself, but your immaculate ones have always caught my eye." Spike brought his lips straight to her right forehoof and kissed it deeply. He guided his lips lower to its edge and then down the length of her leg. "I really am stumped as to your beauty routine. Mind feeding your secrets to a brother?"

"Only if you promise to feel me up."

"A win-win!" Spike made it to her underbelly and looked up at her muzzle from there. "I love winning those."

"And I love it when your mouth does something other than talking." Rarity brought her forehooves to the back of his head and pressed it down into her underbelly.

"Mmhmm. There's an issue with that." Spike's lips were getting dangerously close to the crux of her legs where her tail was pinned against. "If you let me kiss you up, then I get to feel how perfect you are. If you let me talk you up, then you get to feel how perfect you are."

"Sounds like that tongue of yours needs to perform a balancing act." Rarity withered under his touch as electricity spasmed between her legs. "Shall we set up some training sessions in my room?"

"Nah. Let's give my claws some hands-on practice here." Spike wouldn't have stared at it before, he wouldn't have talked about it before, and Celestia forbid, he wouldn't have dared or even dreamed about it before, but the drake had zero hesitation in bringing his claw to both of the mare's supple flanks and giving them big squeeze. "Now we can have the best of both worlds."

"Just... what kind of world are you living in for you to gain such courage?"

Spike lurched himself over her body and up to her muzzle. "A world where I only care about you and I and no one else." He claimed her lips while his claws worked at her flank, her globes filling out between his digits in the most pleasurable of sensations. They both moaned into the kiss. "Did I forget to mention how I spent the whole morning going off about how great your flanks are?"

"I thought you only did that very late at night."

"Well, that too, but just don't tell Rarity that." He began digging his digits deep into her plot, working the fat up and down as the fur of her cheeks tickled at his palm. No matter how much he groped, no matter how much he squeezed her behind, it never seemed to be enough. "Seriously though, one of the first things I did was find a photo of you and go crazy at the sight of your flank."

"I hope that's all you did to a photo of me."

"I don't mean to disappoint you, but you're the whole reason why I jumped out the window in the first place." Spike couldn't take it anymore as he broke away from their passionate kissing longer than before to deliver a smack to her right flank, delighting at the sound and watching the cheek jiggle back into place, claiming the fat once again with his claw. "Your ass gave me a purpose in life, one worth breaking away from the chains of chores and risking my life to claim."

"A dragon fleeing his own castle!" Rarity couldn't help but laugh. "Aren't you just the reverse of a classical fairy-tale?"

Spike continued to mesh his claw against her ass as a strong musk began to build in the room, the smell a combined mixture of the dragon and of the pony, both of which could not hold back their panting as their bodies became heated and bothered to an unbearable degree. They stole each other's lips once again, his nimble tongue wrapping her much broader one, but no matter how hard the duo fought for oral dominance, it still wasn't enough to satisfy their desires.

"Mmhmm. Spike?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"There's still one part of me you haven't gushed about."

"Behind your ears?"

"Between my legs." Rarity lowered her tail—slick with her juice—to the ground, exposing her glistening velvet pussy. "Your tongue is good for a lot more than wisecracks, you know."

Spike felt his heart stammer at the reveal and at just how quickly things were picking up. "Y-You're sure about showing this to me?"

"You are the only one I have been waiting to show my marehood to for a long time now." She tilted her head to the left with a grin. "Those words you said, the things you did with your claw, you had me so hot and bothered that I don't care if one of those magazine publishers had a camera at one of my windows right now!"

Spike smiled. "Your wish is my command."

He brought himself down her body until his leg came between her legs, drinking in the sight of her pussy. It winked under such direct attention. His heart continued to hammer at the suddenly very intimate contact.

"Are you going to—OH YES!" Rarity went to look down at him when she felt him blow wind on her folds, making her lower lips tingle before they were met by his scaly lips, kissing them with as much love as he held for her other lips. She threw back her head. "There you go, Spikey! Give me some more!"

Spike started at the bottom of her lips, sucking back the juices that had been welling there as she slowly moved up along her pussy, feeling her folds coming closer together as he began to reach the top of her pussy where her clit had come out of his hold, the tight ball of nerves looking to be in desperate need of attention.

The drake complied.

"Yes! Focus there! Harder now!" Rarity felt electricity shoot up her spine as her body could not keep still from the throes of pleasure. "Mmhmm. We've spent the past little while speaking about how perfect I am, but I haven't done the same, hmm, pleasure, for you!"

Spike replied by letting his tongue wrap itself numerous times around her clit while his claws held up her hind legs, digits feeling at her flank whenever they could steal the chance.

"While I do miss looking down at you, on the contrary, I often find myself licking my lips at just how tall you are now, at just how much you dwarf my cute little body." Rarity closed her hind legs together, bringing his muzzle deeper into her pussy. "Your muscles are far more alluring to me than that of a stallion, being able to build in all the right places and constantly on display—trust me when I say you've made me wet more than just once."

Spike retracted his tongue from her clit as the praise washed over his being. He brought his lips down to her needy cunt and began to eat her out, letting his tongue slither into her tight tunnel as it licked at all the right places.

"When... when it comes to expressing your love for me, you always begin to stutter and get nervous, and that affair never failed to warm me." Rarity clopped her forehooves together as she couldn't stop grinding her hips into Spike's face. Feeding the image of this kind dragon while he was eating her out drove her absolutely wild with lust. "You're always kind, and you're always there. You complain, but your actions show that you care enough to always do a well enough job." Her breathing began to pick up. "How I haven't jumped on you before is beyond me."

Spike gave a final flick to her tunnel, earning one last writhe of pleasure as he then pulled away from her cunt. He sat back from her with his cock on full display. "You can make it up to me now if you're feeling guilty."

"Afraid I'm not feeling guilty, darling." Rarity sat herself up and crawled toward the drake, her eyes on his standing erection as she licked her lips. "Feeling horny? Oh, absolutely." She brought her muzzle to the base of his shaft, pressing her lips against its pink underside. "Please, allow me to pay the favour forward."

Rarity stole a moment to take in the size and shape of his cock, its long length, thin shape, and rugged ridges across the underside of his cock. Each looked like they could tickle all the right places inside her pussy. She brought her lips to its top, kissing his sharp tip as it then slipped inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around his sweet shaft as she took more and more of it into her maw.

"So this is what heaven feels like." Spike's expression gave way to the pleasure he felt, eye gazing down at the love of his life, the perfect mare with her muzzle down his cock, mane frizzed and looked all the more alluring. He couldn't stop himself from bringing his claw to the back of her head and bobbing her up and down his cock. "Not sure how much more of this I can take, R-Rares."

Rarity glanced up at him with a smile. She slammed her muzzle down his cock, taking his meaty length into her throat as her tongue still worked around his shaft, raising fully just to attack back down, over and over, again and again, gaining a steady rhythm as more pre-cum leaked onto her tongue. After a few moments, she pulled away from his cock and laid on her back.

"Finish inside of me, Spike." Rarity had her hind legs spread while she held herself up on her forelegs. "You've waited far too long... no, we've waited far too long to do this." She bit her lower lip as he crawled over her panting body. "Please, you're driving me crazy with every moment we spend apart."

Spike only smiled as he cupped her cheek with his claw, bringing his lips close to hers. "Your wish is my command, princess." He kissed her as he angled his cock before her opening. Upon feeling himself ready, he slowly pushed the tip of his cock into her folds, feeling her steal a sharp intake of air as his shaft began to slip inside her sensitive passage.

"Mmhmm! Spike!" Rarity broke out of the kiss to let out a moan, looking back at him. “You're positively torturingme.”

"Just showing what you've missed out on all this time." Spike moaned himself at feeling how wet her pussy was, at how tightly her folds hugged the sides of his shaft as more of it entered inside of her, the walls hugging his length just the same as his tip slowly spread them apart. "You're so worried about what ponies will think about us, but have you ever consider the bragging right of fucking a dragon?"

"Oh, just shut up and fuck me harder!"

"We'll get there. Trust me." Spike brought a claw to her back and alleviated her from the floor while his other claw felt up her right cheek, the fat driving his cock all the wilder. "But I'm going to need you to do me a favour before we get to the good stuff."

"Anything!" Rarity's lips quivered. "Just tell me what I must do before you drive me to insanity."

"Well, since you're always worried about how others will perceive us, I want you to look to your right." Spike grinned as Rarity did just that. "Now tell me what you see."

“I see, well, us.” Rarity saw herself in the huge modelling mirror to the platform they were on, herself so cute and tiny, held in the grasp of the big dragon. They both looked perfect in her view, making her pussy earn for the act to continue. "And the sight of us is driving me crazier with lust!"

"Keep looking." Spike pushed the rest of his cock inside her with a final push, both of them moaning, one at the feeling of being filled and the other being enveloped by warmth. "If you see something that you can't bear, then tell me to stop."

Spike pulled his cock out of her cunt and left his tip at his lips, causing Rarity to wonder why he had stopped before feeling him shoot back inside of her, feeling her muscles clench on his cock as if to keep it in place. Still, it did nothing to stop him from pulling out only to slam back in a moment later.

"Oh, my!" Rarity watched as her body was dominated by his, seeing how his claw worked at her plot and how his cock rammed into her cunt. Seeing herself get railed made things better. "This is the sight I worried so much about?"

"Does it feel a lot better than it looks?"

"Oh, kill it with the jokes and fill up my cunt!" Rarity began flicking her hips down his cock, trying to mind her hindquarters around to feel more of his member. "Go as fast as you like, go as hard as you like, just do something! Please, Spike, don't keep a lady waiting."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Spike pushed his cock inside her pussy faster than before, each thrust building in speed as they were faster than the last, feeling her pussy clench tighter and tighter on his length with every entry, every one of her moans driving him further to perform an even better job. The tingling sensation in the base of his shaft began to build, a ball of pleasure growing with every fuck and slam of his thighs, knowing he could not hold back the bliss for long.

Rarity felt the same truth of herself as she watched how determined his expression became through their reflections. There was something in seeing her body ravaged by something so primal, something so scary yet kind at the same time. Her ass had marks from his claws, but no other male could work her butt like the dragon doing so now.

Her pussy was also enjoying the same treatment as his cock split apart her walls every entry. She clenched down on his cock whenever it filled out inside of her to milk it for everything it was worth, to feel his ridges stimulate her folds and to feel his sharp tip shoot inside her further than the time before. Something hot was building at her core, and it would not be held back for long.

"Not sure I can hold out for much longer." Spike's cock slammed in and out of her as fast as he could manage, closing his eyes from the exertion to fully enjoy the exhilaration of their sex. "Are you ready for this?"

"More than just ready." Rarity threw her forehooves around his neck and used him for support. "If what I felt on my tongue is just as good in my pussy, I may very well die in bliss."

"Looks like my humour is catching on."

Spike brought both of his claws to her flanks now that she was holding on to him, allowing him no restrictions in feeling up her ass or anything getting in the way of railing her pussy. He pumped himself inside her, harder than anytime before as she dropped her whole weight onto his cock, clenching her wall the tightest they ever had to deny him any chance of escape.

"S-Spike!"

"Rarity!"

The duo could hold back their bliss no longer as they came. Rarity clamped down on his cock as her juices welled in mixture with the hot load he shot deep into her, warming up an area she was never before aware of. The base of Spike's cock expanded like an egg inside her pussy, knotting itself to her lips to make sure none of their cum can leak out, pushing apart her inner walls like no other stallion could ever manage before.

"Oh, your cock!" Rarity bit down on the side of his neck as she felt his cock grow bigger in her pussy, trapping the torrents of cum inside of her pussy. "I have never had such an experience before in my life!"

After a few moments, the drake slowly pulled his cock from her lips. They spread apart more than they had ever done so before, the sensation triggering another orgasm in the mare as she writhed in pleasure as he finally pulled out.

Knowing her to be too weak to support herself, Spike chuckled and brought his claw to her back, carrying her bridal style into the air.

"Masturbation will never be the same." Spike shook his head as his legs still buckled under the weight of his euphoria. "This may very well be the greatest thing I've ever experienced."

"Then you should be glad that you'll get to experience it again." Rarity kissed his cheek before settling into his strong arms, placing her head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat. "And again and again if you play your cards right. But if you may, our session has rendered me quite tired, and I would like to retire to my room."

Spike smiled down at the mare, the same one he'd been trying for years to make his own, the one now in his arms and being carried the way he'd always dreamed about in his fantasies. In a way, he became part of the dragon he always dreamed of becoming and had claimed that which his heart had long since desired.

Imagining himself as a knight, the drake turned around and began toward the stairs.

"As you wish, my princess."

II | Farm Bucking

Author's Note

II | Farm Bucking

~ II ~

Farm Bucking

Applejack would have screamed if she saw a dragon on her farm, but she was more annoyed than afraid in this particular case.

It probably helped that this specific dragon was the furthest thing from normal. He stood at the top of a small hill on the form, tall enough to reach up into a branch and pick himself an apple, the muscles in his abdomen and chest bugling underneath his scales as he did so, bringing the apples to his mouth and preparing to take a bite.

Applejack's cheeks burned pink upon reaching the top of the hill, and in biting down on the rope around her neck, snapped it forward and around the apple in the claw, pulling it back her waiting forehoof. The drake promptly looked at her. "Those who don't work, and do their dues, don’t get to dine on somepony else’s dime.”

"C'mon, Applejack!" Spike shrugged as a gust of wind took the leaves between them into the air. "Not only did I skip out on breakfast, but I had to help Rarity with a very intense modelling session. Can't you give a guy a break and feed the hungry?"

"Only those who work can take breaks." Applejack turned and deposited the apple in her satchel. "I'm sorry, sugarcube, but that's how things are around here, and I don't break my principles, not even for friends." She then looked back at him. "Why not just go back to the castle and cook yourself something really nice?"

"Because that would require doing something more than just dishes afterward." Spike rubbed his stomach as it ached at its absence of food, the condition made worse from his previous love-making session. Why hadn't he just made himself a sandwich afterward? "Chores and paperwork indoors will kill this vibe I have going on."

Applejack only tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, yeah, let me see what I can do here." His eyes scanned around the environment, catching all the trees that had yet to be bucked and even the silhouette of distant workers. He then clapped his claws together. "That's it! You're low on workers, aren't you?"

Applejack sighed as her shoulders slumped. "Must be a classic Sherlock to figure that one out." She shook her head and rose a hoof. "Sorry, I didn't mean to phrase it quite like that." She lowered her hoof and looked up at Spike. "I've been running low on sleep and time ever since the family had to leave the city for Granny's surgery." She chuckled lethargically. "They say you don't miss somepony until they're gone, but all I'm missing about Big Mac is how much work he got done by himself."

"The family didn't think to hire some weekend help?"

"We couldn't afford anything once everything is said and done with Granny." Applejack shrugged. "Besides, I told 'em not to sweat it and just focus on getting Granny better." She gave a half-smile. "You know how I am with taking matters into my own hooves."

"And lucky for you, I'm a dragon looking to get some apples into his own claws." Spike lowered himself onto his knees until they were on equal eye-level, the sudden sight of his muzzle before her's caused Applejack to lose her breath. "Say I clear this right-half of the field, you have to promise me a few apples with the letter 'S' ingrained, as well as your presence over a turned barrel with a nice red cloth over it."

Applejack narrowed her eyes and scrunched her muzzle. "I'm sorry, but who are you again?"

"Don't play me like that!" Spike held out his claw. "You very well know that I'm your friendly neighbourhood dragon—I'm a ‘one of a kind’ in these parts, apparently." He chuckled. "So, how about it, do we have a deal?"

Applejack gazed at his outstretched claw, at its sharp contours and its big size, easily able to envelop her own hoof, easily able to claim most of her flank and give it a big squeeze and scratch at where the sun doesn't shine and—

"Y-Y-You really think you could clear this field by yourself!" Applejack gave a forced laugh and pointed her hoof at him. "You were nothing more than just a boy a month or so ago. Heck, by the way you're still talking, you still sound like just a boy."

"I'm over eighteen if it's labour laws you're worried about."

"There you go again!" Applejack lowered her hoof. "Sayin’ you could do such a thing by yourself. What, you want a date from me afterward?”

"Not a date, per se." Spike bounced his head left and right as he still held out his claw. "Just a joint breakfast if it makes you feel better. Just wanna make sure you're not going to do more than your share of work after I'm done doing your share of work."

Applejack continued to look at his claw, and once again, dirty thoughts continued to course through her head. She shook her head, but that did nothing to shake the idea of Spike's tall body towering over her tiny form as he slowly pushed her down and—

"Alright then!" Applejack took his claw with her hoof and shot it wildly. "You do my share of the work for the day, and we'll eat out apples to your heart's content." She then snickered as she pulled back her hoof. "But if ya fail or give up before afternoon strikes, then ya have to promise me to leave me alone and go back home. Got it?"

"Stakes!" Spike threw up his claws as he stood back up. "Normally, I'd be scared of them because I didn't believe I'd amount to the call, but they're just making today all the more interesting." He looked down at the mare with a grin, cracking his knuckles against his palm. "So, when do we begin?"

"Your shift starts now!" Applejack whipped her rope as it snapped into the air. "Get a move on, dragon boy!"

Applejack expected a few things to happen during their deal, like plenty of complaining from the drake or an early surrender, frail stamina or faux strength, anything to work against his cocky words and show the boy his place.

The drake quickly showed his place was on the farm.

"Take that!" Spike punched the tree to his left before jogging a few steps back. "And you as well!" His left fist slammed into the tree to his right, knocking off every apple on its every branch as they rained into the wooden buckets set at its sides. "Oh! Trying to sneak up on me, huh? Well, let's HAVE AT YOU!" He quickly spun around and delivered a roundhouse kick to the tree just behind and between the other two—a branch actually snapped off from the impact.

Anypony else and Applejack would have given them trouble for playing while they worked, but this dragon accomplished twice the amount of work she did in half the time. As seen by the droplets of sweat sprayed off his body from his fluid movements, he was working hard but was also bearing a grin through his shift.

"Just when he's fooled me into being a lost cause," Applejack muttered to herself as she laid back against a tree, her hat tipped over her eyes as she took a much-needed break from her duties. She should have napped while she had the chance, but watching the sexy monster move, of seeing his arms flex with every punch, of watching his abs clench as his pillar-like legs delivered a kick, of experiencinghis hypnotic movement as his every step was a dance into the following action—Applejack found her body becoming harder at the sight, no, the very idea of Spike.

"Crap..." Spike jogged back a couple of steps and became still, placing his claws on his lips and staring at the wooden buckets overfilled with apples. "I may be able to clear this whole field, but it's all useless if the apples are just going to fall on the ground and go to waste."

Applejack snickered, but didn't know why. "Looks like someone's efficiency ain't as great as they thought they were." She cursed herself internally for her words. "Collecting is just as important as bucking. You'll have to slow it down to pick it up." She began to push off from her tree. "Guess I'll step in if you—"

"Keep laying down," Spike commanded with fierce eye contact. "You've already done enough."

"Enough?!" Applejack, not knowing why, laid down. "Enough isn't enough to match our quota. You need my help even if you're too proud to admit it."

"A dragon has to be proud, or else he's just a husk of scales." Spike turned his head about and searched the field, looking for something, anything, to solve his issue. Then he stopped and smiled, rushing over a set of trees to the left. "A prideful dragon means he has to amount to something, something more than his very existence, something others can depend upon for its consistency."

"Oh, hosh posh." Applejack dismissively waved a hoof. "You must have spent far too much time around Twilight if you're spouting that kind of nonsense." She crossed her forehooves over her fluffy chest. "Words like that look nice on paper but have no practical value whatsoever."

"Oh yeah?" Spike walked back in front of her while pulling carts in each of his claws, stopping once he was in front of her. "Says who?"

"Says me."

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but I'm getting the impression that my presence isn't very well-liked by you." He came around to the middle where two wooden beams were sticking out from each cart, connecting to a single harness that he ducked into and let rest on his shoulders. "I do something to pluck a strand from your mane?"

"Just interfering with my work and being a smart flank about it." Applejack turned her head again, and once again, she hated herself for the way she was acting. She hadn't seen the dragon in a long time, so long, in fact, she was beginning to get worried for the boy, and here he was now, confident and hardworking, and all she could do was give him more trouble than what he deserved. "You gonna give up now and just admit ya need my help?"

"I'd love to have your help once you've had a moment to help yourself." Spike then slowly rose up, up against the weight of the harness and the two carts on his side, raising their heavyweight into the air. He was cautious for a few seconds, collecting his new balance. "For now, this dragon has to win back his pride from you."

Applejack pulled her hat back and revealed her wide eyes. "I-I don't believe it!"

"Believe it, sister!" Spike threw his right fist into the next tree, shoulders swaying with the momentum, so the right cart collected the falling apples, that was, until the drake threw his left fist into the bark and shook the other half of the tree, the left cart colliding into its side as apples fell into that one as well, enough weight on both to keep them balanced."

"S-Spike!" Applejack quickly got up from her tree, stumbling a few steps as she rushed to his side. “T-Those carts are meant for at least two ponies to pull, nonetheless pick up!”

"Then consider this one of the few times I'm glad I'm not a pony." Spike continued to the next tree and continued his punches and his kicks, keeping up with the same efficiency he had before. "Told you my pride was more than just words—and if you truly wanna help me out, then you can start by getting me more carts to clasp on!"

Applejack wasn't used to taking orders; she was used to giving them. She wouldn't have stood for anypony else barking orders, of somepony else trying to assert their dominance over her—she always had to be the strongest one for the sake of her family. But yet, here was this strong dragon, one who was kind but with a quick wit, demanding a task of her.

"O-Okay then!" Applejack slowly turned around, feeling something hot spread throughout her body and something wet rub itself between her hind legs. "I'll g-get that cart for you straight away!"

And that was how most of the early morning went.

"So when in the hay did your balls finally drop?"

Spike glanced down at his crotch. "Mine doesn't quite work that way."

"And what's up with that tongue of yours?!" Applejack crossed her forehooves from the other side of the barrel. "You were one to joke and complain, but that mouth of yours has reached new heights."

"That's probably because I got taller."

"Oh, hush." She turned her head and pulled off the satchel from her back, turning it over above the table and letting a steady stream of apples fall onto the red cloth. "Here's your treat for a job well done." Once the flow of apples had ceased, she sat back down and picked up one herself. "You know, you really did surprise up once or twice out there on the farm."

"You're not the only one who was surprised." Spike picked up an apple but didn't eat it straight away, staring at his reflection on its glossy red skin. "I've always dreamed of doing those kinds of stuff, only today, I actually did them and had the words to back up the act." He grinned as he took a bite out of the apple, talking as he chewed. "Today's been a good day, then it got a whole lot better when I got to see your face."

"Why haven't you become the flirt." Applejack still felt herself blush as she tossed the core of an apple. "Whatever happened to the dragon that was too scared to talk about mares, nonetheless hit on them."

"Oh, I still am that dragon." Spike picked up another apple and rubbed it against his broad chest. "It's just your southern beauty tore through my insecurity and gave me the confidence to shine a few words in your honour."

Applejack chuckled nervously, slowly turning her head away. "Y-You seriously will make a mare happy someday with such a tongue." She then looked down. "But... Spike? I know that we're friends, but you really should be saying such insincere things, especially to a mare, no less."

"Who said they were insincere?" Spike took a bite from the new apple, his fangs tearing into the skin and splattering juice all over himself, the mess not stopping him from quickly devouring his treat. "You were always an inspiration for me when I was younger, from keeping true to your word and upholding them with your actions—wouldn't have finished your share of farm-work had I not you to go off as a basis."

"Well... that's certainly flattering and all." Applejack looked back up at him, her eyes catching the juices running down his body. "But you weren't exactly talking about the way I choose to live my life."

"Your body then? Well, that's something I could talk for a long time about." Spike bit into yet another apple, and yet again, more juices sprayed onto his chiselled abdomen. "From the cuteness of the freckles on your face to your southern drawl, how you orange coat glints in the sunlight and how slim your barrel is. And that's keeping it tame."

Applejack's heart hammered in her chest as she cocked her head left. "You mean to say you've been having untamed thoughts about me?"

“What stallion isn't?” Spike titled his head for a second with his tongue wrapped around his next apple. "Okay, maybe I forgot to include a mare or two in that equation." He pulled the apple into his mouth and began munching away. "But you can't blame us! With your muscular flanks working the field, it drives every onlooker mad with arousal!"

"Does... does it really?"

"Dunno for the rest." Spike finished the apple and tossed away the core. "But it sure as heck does for me." He stood up and began to stretch his arms. "How you've been on the market for so long is beyond me. You mix beauty with sexy, proud with dedication, comforting with a listening ear—and I'm not the only male to have noticed." He looked down and noticed his juice-covered body. "Heh, the price of being a sloppy eater." He stretched out his tongue into the air, wrapping it around himself, again and again, covering his body down to his waist, and then with a mighty pull, spun his body around as his tongue collected all the juices off of himself.

Applejack went to say something but stopped at the act, at seeing his long tongue slither out from his mouth, the thought of which wrapping around her body created a heat between her hind legs, making them rub together as she imagined its length there, lapping at her needy pussy and exploring its depths, flicking at all the places no other tongue or hoof could reach, driving her crazier and wilder with lust and need to finally break into the world of pleasure she has long since ignored.

After a few moments had passed, Spike's tongue left his body and returned inside his mouth, bringing along all the collected juice as he swallowed it down with joy. "Then again, the perks of being a dragon." He stood still for a moment, sniffing the air as a scent caught his attention. "Huh. Something smells funny." He looked over to Applejack. "You catching that as well?"

Applejack's cheeks were burning red as she stepped back from both the barrel and the dragon, coming closer to the barn's doors. "S-Smell what?! I don't smell anything but hay and your body odour!"

Spike blinked before sniffing under his armpits. "It isn't me!" He stole another sniff from the air. "This smell is a lot stronger, and if I may say, not entirely awful."

"W-Well, I have no clue—"

"It's you!" Spike pointed a claw at her as he finally caught the source. "The smell is coming from you!" He then narrowed his eyes and cocked his head left. "Hey, Aj? Why is your tail wet and sticking to your flanks?"

"H-Huh?" She turned her head and saw her tail, slick with her juices with more still pouring out, sticking to her flank as her aroma wafted up into the air. She'd been so lost in her fantasy that her lust had become a reality. "Oh dear Celestia!" She looked back to the drake and slowly backed away, her hindquarters toward the doors. "What I mean to say is that its none of your darn business!"

"Sorry! I didn't mean to offend you or anything." Spike raised his claws and held them in surrender. "Why don't we just sit back down and finish our—"

"I'm about finished with you right now!" Applejack backed away in a burst, and while doing so, had her hind legs slip on the rope she left laying on the barn floor. She fell onto her back, flustered by the drake and agitated by the fall, feeling the rope wrap around her barrel and hooves as her attempt to shake it off only bounded her further. "Darn rope! You've betrayed me."

"Uh, Applejack?"

"Kinda tied up at the moment!" Applejack tried spreading her hind legs apart, but they were tightly bound by the rope. "If you have something to say, you better do so quickly before I get out of this mess and this barn."

"See, the thing is, you're kinda giving me a view down there." Spike glanced downward between her legs, and when she did the same, the two blushed madly at seeing her puffy orange pussy slick with her juices, winking sporadically in need of desperate attention. "To be honest, you know that I like you, but I wasn't expecting you to like me back."

"A-And I d-don't'!"

"You really are an awful liar, you know that?"

"I ain't lying, and this isn't what it looks like!" Applejack's heart hammered as the tall dragon began slowly towards her, his shadow dwarfing her body as she couldn't move as her forehooves were bound against her chest, knowing full well that this strong dragon had absolute control over her—she felt her pussy leak with a torrent of juices just at the very idea. "I d-don't think that your strong o-or handsome, t-that your scales glint in sunlight o-or that your muscles are all that big."

Spike smiled as he crouched before her.

"T-That smile does absolutely nothing for me!" Even Applejack could feel her pussy wink as his gaze settled upon it. "How you talk is full of baloney, and you ain't even all that funny." She turned her head. "I-I-I have no clue how a mare is e-ever gonna fall for you!"

"Think I found one that just did." Spike gazed up at her from the bottom of her body. "Never expected you to be so direct with this, but you've always had a hard time lying—unless it's to yourself. Even then, your body is always honest with yourself, and maybe your mouth should be too."

Applejack said nothing as he felt his claws slip underneath her barrel, one claw at her neck and the other at her rump, lifting her into the air bridal style as she was forced to lean into his muscular chest. She wanted to say something, complain or yell, but she was far too exhausted to make anything up as the embrace and comfort of the dragon soon won control over her nerves.

She always hated feeling weak, having to rely on others when she could get the job done herself with some extra hard work. Never before has she been carried like this, in the arms of someone so annoying and yet so dependable, so kind as to suffer her insults and still pay compliments back, to have chest worthy of her dreams and making her heart hammer further as she felt his defined pecs.

Every step of the dragon lulled her into a different state, a state she had always been curious about but never had the time to explore... or someone else to explore it with. Before she knew it, the two of them were sitting on straw bales with her on his lap, her legs still wrapped and her marehood exposed to his gaze—she didn't mind that so much anymore.

"L-Listen, Spike, I don't know where this is going, but all of this is just some big misunderstanding." Applejack looked up at her, eyes low and cheeks shot, tone wavering as she didn't know what she wanted. She didn't know what she needed. "You're a dragon, and I'm a pony, and I think—MMHMM!"

Applejack was interrupted by scaly lips connecting with hers.

Her green eyes widen at the sudden contact, taking a sharp intake of air through her nostrils as she stared up at his face. His muzzle was close, eyes closed and face relaxed as he fully gave himself into the kiss, as he showed her the sincerity of the love he felt for her body and personality.

Her first instinct was to beat him away, to push him off and to yell, but such an act seemed too exhausting to her, and they kissed so warmly on her lips. She wasn't exactly sure how or why it happened, but her eyes began to slide close as well, pressing her lips against him to claim more of it, feeling her tongue squeeze into his mouth and start to wrestle with his nimble tongue.

Never before has she felt something so great, never before had she thrown herself so fearlessly into an embrace such as this, of trying to claim more of his body. His sharp digits felt at her muscular flank, making her gasp into the kiss as they dug in all the right places on her ass. A few moments passed, and even though they didn't want to, the duo broke away for air.

"See?" Spike said with his nose pressing against hers, smiling while he panted. "Your mouth is capable of fooling us both, but your body and your actions will always speak the truth."

"That's it." Applejack panted with her lips stretching into a sly grin. "I'm tired of caring about all that other stuff now. I wanna rub my pussy against your hard chest and feel that tongue of yours again."

Spike grinned as he began to lay back, the mare sliding herself up from his abdomen to his chest, coming close enough with her muzzle to lock lips with him again, feeling her burning pussy slam against his pecs to keep itself tame, rubbing her vulva up and down his muscles as they were far harder and far better than any other time she'd used her hooves.

In the battle for oral dominance with a purple muzzle slamming against an orange one, Applejack felt her tongue constantly wrapped by his smaller one, subduing it into submission and coaxing it with his wet muscle, stealing a few flicks inside her mouth as the sensation of such drove his cock to peek out from its hiding place.

"Mmhmm." Applejack broke away from the kiss as she felt his cock poke against her left ass cheek, sliding back to his abdomen and further against it. "Seems like your body isn't a fan of lying either." She moved her rump so that his cock slipped in-between her butt cheeks, sliding them up and down her member and occasionally clenching on him, making him tilt back his head as he moaned into the air. "Having a bit of trouble holding all of you back there, heh."

Spike didn't seem to mind that at all as he began to rock his hips back and forth, feeling more of her thick ass cheeks rub against the sides of his cock, their fat and plushness far better than his claws could ever hope to amount as he felt himself go fully hard in her contact.

“Hey, mmhmm, Spike?” Applejack posed as she rubbed her rump down his shaft, coaxing his attention back on her face. "Y-You mind if I start enjoying this too?" She raised her rump, so his cock slipped against her vulva, his length rubbing up and down her folds as her bound legs prevented any restrictions on his part. "You don't know how badly I needed for something like this to happen."

Spike grinned. "Your wish is my command.'

He sat up so that his cock was aimed at her entrance, his claws on each of her flanks to lift her up a few inches, letting her rest her bound forehooves on his chest and her muzzle on his shoulder. She didn't mind the sensation at all of having her supple flank felt up by his claws while she got to feel his muscles, to rely wholly on his strength while she flicked her hips against the tip of his cock.

"C'mon, Spike." Applejack said while beginning to bite softly down on the side of his neck. "Don't keep a mare waiting, please."

Spike nodded as he began to slowly lower her, feeling his cock penetrate past her orange folds as they tightly hugged his sharp tip, the gap between them growing apart, inch by inch, as more of his more considerable length began to slip inside of her. He moaned as the slow ascent was the most pleasing torture of having to stop himself from ramming the fuck out of her tight little pussy then and there.

"Oh yes!" Applejack thrashed from having her pussy filled so suddenly and so sharply. "That's it, Spike! Put it all in! Fill me up with your cock!"

Spike took that as a command as he let go of her flanks and let her fall sharply on his cock, his full length shooting up inside of her immediately as his tip pressed against her cervix, the sudden sensation making her inner walls clench down on his shaft as she began to wiggle her hips to feel more of it.

"More, Spike, more!" Applejack tried rocking her hips back and forth with his cock inside her, but her bounded hooves restricted such movements. "I waited far too long to see how great sex feels like, and I ain't wasting a moment longer waiting!"

Spike couldn't up but chuckled as he picked her up by her flanks again, lifting her while his cock slowly slid out from her pussy, the muscles clenching upon his departure in the vain attempt to keep his shaft inside. It got to the point where only his tip was past her folds, and before Applejack could think to complain, he dropped her again.

His full-length shot inside of her, the movement did not cease when she dropped, for she was picked up before her rump could make contact with his thighs, lifted and fell once more, pussy filled then empty again, over and over, again and again, building into a steady rhythm of thrusts and flicks, of clenching walls and flaring heads.

"I'm g-getting there, Spike!" Applejack began feeling up his chest with her bound forehooves, feeling his muscles and using the sensation to build up the tingling sensation in her core. "Whatever you do, just don't stop!"

Spike took that to heart as he kept lifting and dropping her flank, of feeling her pussy shoot past his cock and clench down on its length, of feeling his muscles burn and ache from repeatedly lifting the mare's body while fucking her at the same time—all of this after working on the farm and without a proper breakfast, no less.

"Thinking I'm about to hit my limit as well," Spike said as he used only one claw to lift her rump, using the other to comb through her mane and undo her ponytail. Her golden locks of hair broke free into the air, strands flying every time she rose into the air, collecting along her back afterward as her face grew brighter and more natural. "I ever say how pretty you look without your hat and your ponytail?"

"You would be the first," Applejack said while biting her lower lip. "And I'm... glad for that."

Spike wanted more, but felt the base of his shaft began to grow in size in accordance to seeing Applejack in her southern perfection, driving his lust to the max as his cock knotted to her entrance, filling up her pussy and pressing ever more against her wall, the last act needed to finally blow the tension that had been growing inside the two ever since their banter had begun.

"Applejack!'

"S-Spike!"

Applejack clenched down on his cock as her pussy welled with her juices, none of which were able to escape past his cock as it blocked her entrance, both of their cum building together in a small river as the two panted from their bliss in harmony. They looked at one another, both in joy and slight disbelief at what had just occurred.

Without any words needing to be exchanged, the two stared deeply into the other's eyes and understood their intention, the drake laying down on his back with the mare laying forward on his stomach, head pressed against his chest where she could hear his beating heart, cock still knotted in her pussy as she enjoyed the sensation of their juices being trapped inside of her—it was so fucking dirty and hot at the same time.

The warmth was not at all a displeasure.

"I think that was my favourite kind of apple-bucking by far."

"Back at it with the jokes, are you?"

"Guess I am." Spike looked down at the cute mare on his chest, how her mane draped over her left eye and how she softly smiled up at him, the look so damn cute that he could hardly contain himself. He began stroking the strands of her mane just to be able to touch more of this beautiful mare. "But if it makes you feel any better, I wasn't joking about the things we just did and said."

"I know." She snuggled underneath his chin and nuzzled him there. "You showed your honesty and sincerity through your actions alone, and ya even taught me to start doing the same." She pulled back to his chest. "After the long hours on the farm, on the nights spent alone in my room, I really need something like this to happen, sugarcube.'

"Glad I could be that something." He stopped stroking her mane for a second. "But you're kinda making it sound like it was your first time here."

"That... because you were." She pressed her face further into his chest to avoid looking up into his gaze. "When you came to the farm offering to do my work, to let me see just how much your body and mind had changed, I immediately took a liking to ya, sugarcube—and that made me scared."

"Scared?" Spike said as he took back his claw. "Look, I know I grew a few feet, and my fangs have become sharper, but I promise you my heart grew just as big as well!" He chuckled as he brought back his claw and began massaging her back, working his digits for any knots in her muscles. "No reason for you to be scared."

"I wasn't scared because you were starting to look more like a dragon." Applejack giggled at having her barrel felt up by his claws. "In fact, that was part of the reason why I took such an intense liking to ya."

"So then, what's the issue?"

"Look, Spike, I haven't exactly... seen myself as a mare per se for the last little while." She sighed as an influx of memories was unleashed on her mind. "Family and duty have always come first in my life, sister and granddaughter, a harder worker and honest friend—hard to see yourself as a mare after all that other stuff is said and done."

"You began... to forget about your own femininity?"

"Ya gotta when you have responsibilities, sugarcube."

"Well, screw that!" Spike wrapped both of his claws around her barrel and held her tightly against his chest, feeling her hooves press against him. "You're Applejack, a mare and all those things combined, and it doesn't matter what aspect your end, be it a worker or granddaughter, I still saw the beautiful mare behind all those things—your femininity isn't locked away by those things, it embodies them!"

"Kinda hard to see a girl barking orders as beautiful."

"Well, I do!" Spike shook his head. "Even when you said I couldn't hold up our deal, I still felt myself having fun in your presence. You're a beautiful mare, Applejack, first and foremost, and there's nothing you can do to change that for me."

"Y-You really mean that, Spike?"

"I've meant it for a long time now, only I've been too scared to admit it." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. "Only now I'm not scared anymore to prove it, and I'm willing to do so, again and again, until I can prove it to you."

Applejack was silent and still for a moment, and then, tears began to pour from her eyes as she hugged the dragon back. She couldn't help but laugh, to feel overjoyed to be in the love and comfort of such a dragon and to be able to call him hers whenever she pleased. All those days of wondering if she was attractive, if a stallion would ever come along had passed—she had finally found her one.

It helped that he was a hard worker too.

"Hey, Spike?"

"Yeah, Applejack?"

"So I know all about how your thingy is able to knot." She chuckled. "Caught Winona in a few acts I'd rather not talk about." She shook her head. "But um, how long do you think you'll be stuck down there?"

"I can pull out at any time."

"Wait, what?!" Spike suddenly pulled out from her, the act of doing so suddenly making her orgasm another time as the juices poured out from her. She arched her back as best as she could while tilting her head back, moaning as bliss rocketed through her system, and then a few moments later, she collapsed on the drake, too weak to say or do anything for a while.

And then, a few minutes later...

"Hey, Spike?"

"...yeah?"

Applejack chuckled as he looked up at him from his chest.

"I'm going to have to make you a regular worker on the farm from here on out."

III | Frisky Pinkie 

III | Frisky Pinkie

~ III~

Frisky Pinkie

"You alright?" Spike asked as he walked alongside Applejack, whose stride stumbled and fumbled with every step. "It looks like you're having trouble just trying to walk straight."

"I am walking perfectly fine! Thank you very much." Applejack then stumbled with her next stop, which, luckily, saw her falling onto her wooden stand in the market section of Ponyville. "Then again, walking straight ain't nothing compared to being able to stand still."

Spike came to the side of the stand. His head was just taller than its sign. "I don't get it. Why would you have trouble standing still?"

"...because I'd be rubbing my legs together?"

"D-Did you need to go to the bathroom?" He glanced over his shoulder and pointed. "I'm pretty sure there's a toilet in—"

"Well!! Fine!! That because some dragon fuck me so hard with his big and full with ridge cock on my first time and even knot me for so long before unplugging me roughly." Applejack shouted with a reddening face. "I'm all for roughhousing, but dang-nabbit, you take it to the next level! My rump will be sore for at least a week after your treatment!"

"R-Really?"

"Of course. You really should give yourself more praise." Applejack giggled at his shocked expression while undoing her saddlebags. "I've always liked ya when you were a kid, but with how puberty turned you out, I jumped at you a little quicker than I would anypony else." She nodded to the right. "Think you could bring the wagon 'round the stand?"

"Oh, yeah, sure." Spike pulled his wagon behind the stand, still processing his new reputation as a male. "Out of curiosity, why jump at me now? Seems like you've always taken a few glances at me—feels that way with most of the girls."

"Because you were still a kid and smaller than all of us." Applejack peeked out from beneath the counter, looking up from his chiselled abdomen to his defined pecs: the sight making her hind legs lose all strength. "Now you've grown taller, stronger, handsome, and most important of all, you know how to work those claws of yours." She then blinked and rubbed her chin. "Wait, why didn't I get you to use them on my marehood in the first place?"

Spike only blinked. Then his stomach growled.

"Wow-wee." Applejack stepped over and rubbed her hoof against his belly, feeling the hard surface vibrate with his hunger. "Guess apples really did nothing for you, huh?"

"Working on an empty stomach may have been asking too much of them." He shook his head. "You alright if I have some more while we're working the stand?"

"You mean while I'm working the stand?" Applejack pulled back her hoof and returned to behind the counter. "You worked hard enough on the farm for me to get an advance on my chores." She saw Spike open his mouth, making her quickly speak again. "Relax. One afternoon at the market, and the next two will be full of rest."

Spike kept his mouth open for a few seconds longer before smiling. "Alright, I'll be taking your word for that. But if I find you working out on the farm—"

"—you'll take me back to bed?" Applejack finished with a sultry grin.

"Worse!" Spike crossed his arms and stood back. "I'll make you sleep! With my claws around you to make sure you don't try to pull a fast one."

"A knight under the sheets." Applejack giggled. "You're making this all too tempting, but I'd rather stay on your good side... though I'd like to see the dragon inside of you every once in a while." She then nodded off to the distance. "Go get yourself a proper bite to eat."

"...you sure?"

"Positive. Now get a move on!" She placed her foreleg on the table and her chin on her forehoof, leaning forward. "My rump has never been so sore in my life, so now I want revenge—I wanna see that butt of yours in action!"

"That's it!" Spike turned around and gave a huff. "A dragon has to have some pride, you know!" He then got down on his knees and claws, and as a small child, began crawling forward with his butt in motion. "Be gone with you, madam!"

Applejack hadn't laughed harder or felt wetter in all her life.

After a few strange looks and quiet laughter, Spike saw it fit to rise back to his feet. While the fast motion scared a few of the ponies walking on the street, a few mares almost fainted at the sight of his towering stature as he then began to stride toward the confectionery shop Ponyville had come to both love and fear.

He hopped up the two purple steps, but for whatever reason, hesitated before opening the door to the establishment. He came to the right of the step and peek through the pink-tinted window, giving him a sight to the interior of the shop, with all the light inside off with only the sunlight cutting in, a lone pink mare standing behind the wooden counter with her mane straight and thin.

He glanced about some more, expecting to see a yelling stallion or a mare crying at the table, but found no one else inside the shop. After a moment, he pulled back and began to blink, thinking why Pinkie looked so sad.

Images began to flash through his head of him alone in his room, of the distant ticking of the clock and the faint sunlight on his scaly wrist, he laying back in his bed with a comic over his eyes, no reason to leave the room yet his heart demanding he did so, wanting to do something and nothing at the same time, with only silence and emptiness to amplify the sound his sorrow.

Spike inhaled deeply, placed his claw against the door, exhaled sharply, then quickly pushed open the door.

Pinkie heard a thud, one loud enough to snap her from staring at her reflection, making her mane go puffy at the presence of the company as she looked up from the glass of the counter. A tall purple dragon had flown through the door, chest heaving and face worried, slamming his back against the wood in an effort to keep it closed.

"S-Spike?!" Pinkie tilted her head and pointed a forehoof at him. "Is that you?"

"No, but I am his better-looking evil brother!" Spike looked down both ways of the establishment and saw nopony else. He returned his gaze to Pinkie. "I'm afraid he has gone and done the unthinkable!"

Pinkie gasped. "The unthinkable! But that makes it so hard to think!" She pressed a hoof against her fluffy pink chest. "Did he take candy without asking? Did he think so hard and made thinking evil? Did he grow huge again and go on a giant but awesome rampage!"

Spike, despite his best efforts, let a chuckle escape through his panting. "Far worse! He made a deal with a princess."

"Oh, no! That's like, the worst thing, ever!" Pinkie bounced in place upon saying that, though on the last word, she kept still and gave her words a moment's thought. "Wait a second. Is making a deal with a princess evil?"

"Depends on the princess or if the deal is evil." Spike shook his head and pressed harder against the door, kicking the back of his foot against the door to create more thuds, panting harder as if he were trying to keep something at bay. "In any case, your friends have made a deal with Celestia that has put the most sinister plot into motion!"

"Oh no!" Pinkie fell onto her back, rocking slightly on the floor. "You have to tell me!" She quickly hopped to her hooves, jumping every time she said: "Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"I can't, Pinkie!" Spike then cried after pulling his arm back from the door, letting it hang limply at his side. "The deal is so awful that you'll never be friends with the two of them again. It has changed Equestria in just a single day!"

"But you just gotta tell me what happened, evil Spike's brother!" Pinkie came around the corner with her hoof held at her chest. "I don't think my heart can handle the suspense of my friends becoming meanies!"

"You... sure you can handle it?"

Pinkie came before him, slow and concerned, lifting up on her hind legs and placing her forehooves on his abdomen, which clenched under her soft touch. She looked up at him from his belly, eyes glistening and lip quivering. “Please, tell me.”

"O-Okay." He lowered his muzzle and stopped kicking his foot. "I'm not sure how you're going to take this, but I want you to look away as I whisper into your ear, alright?"

Pinkie stared at him for a moment longer before turning her muzzle.

Spike snicked, bringing his muzzle to her ear, whispering: "The truth of the matter is that Spike made a deal with Princess Celestia..."

"Yes?" Pinkie whispered back while looking straight. "What did they do?"

"The two agreed," Spike said, "that all cakes would become lies."

The information took a moment to pass into Pinkie's brain, a few moments longer for her to both comprehend and understand the logic in it. Still, it took less than a mil-second for her to whip around and lunge up at the dragon, wrapping her forehooves around his neck in the air and pulling him down to the floor, landing on his chest with her rump a moment afterward. She pressed her face into his. "You made that whole thing up?!"

Spike could only nod as he chuckled.

"Hmmph!" Pinkie pulled back and crossed her forehooves, turning away her face and closing her eyes. "I bet you even lied about being Spike's evil brother!"

"You could call me evil for lying about my brother." He tilted his head with a smile. "How does that sound? Better one lie than two."

"Hmm." Pinkie cracked open an eye, thought about it for a second longer, then shrugged. "Today is a slow day, so I'll take a double liar over nopony." She then smiled widely and leaned forward once more, wrapping her forehooves under his arms and hugging the dragon for all he was worth. "I'm glad you're here, Spike... it feels like it's been a super long time since I've seen you last."

Spike hesitated for a moment, not expecting to be hugged so intimately by the party mare, of feeling her heavy coat rub against his smooth scales, enjoying her weight on his chest more than he should—she would make an excellent snuggle buddy in a cold night, if not a warm pink blanket. He quickly wrapped his arms over her barrel and hugged her close to himself, indulging further in the sensation of her fur. "It's been a while since I've seen you too, Pinkie. It's... been a while since I've seen most of you girls. "

"And why's that?"

"Why? Hmm, couldn't really tell you." He rose a claw to her mane, using his digits to fluff up the strands of her hair that were still flat. "Couldn't really tell myself, either. All I can say is that I've been silly for the past little while."

Pinkie opened her mouth to speak, but not before feeling his body reverberate under her's as a growl from his stomach emitted across the establishment. She lifted her head from underneath his chin, smiling down at him with a raised eyebrow. "Were you being silly about breakfast today as well?"

"Only broken glass can attest." Spike felt the mare hop off his body, allowing him to sit up and for her to turn around, the two then looking into one another's eyes. "But I could really use a grand slam of food if you're up for the challenge."

"Feeding a hungry dragon? It'll be a breeze!" Pinkie's mane puffed further, which made the drake smile more as he rose to his feet. "Just as long as you let us put the accomplishment as a sign on the window, I'll have you looking like your baby self in no time!"

"Do you have a way to reduce height?"

"No." Pinkie began toward the counter, stopping when she came behind it. "But I do have things to make you fat: it's called food!" She giggled and clopped her hooves. "Oooo! And here I thought today was going to be boring!" She then took out a tray of muffins from underneath the counter on display, doing the same with a cake afterward. "I'll put everything you eat on a tab for when you're done." She ducked beneath the counter again and came up with a pouch, sprinkling it over the treats as jewels of all assortments poured into the sweets. "Let's just see how much you can eat!"

Spike smiled at her excitement as he took a seat at the wooden table in the middle of the room, bowing his head when the mare came back over with his foot on her back, tilting herself and sliding the trays onto the table, standing there afterward and smiling as the drake began to devour the meal.

Slowly, however, Pinkie's smile began to fade as she looked back to the counter, the place she was supposed to be. She turned and began toward it, taking a glance over her back at the drake stuffing slice after slice of cake into his muzzle, moaning and smiling after each swallow as he couldn't have eaten fast enough. Her heart panged at the sight, or to be more exact, at having to leave it behind.

Spike slowed in his eating when the mare began to walk away, watching her mane go slowly straight with every step she took, making him stop as he looked at his desert, the first proper meal he had gotten in the day. His body demanded he keep eating and not stop, but of course, he didn't care for such things as he called out to the mare.

"Hey, Pinkie!" She stopped just before the counter. "I hope you don't take this as an offence, but this place doesn't seem all too busy." She looked back at him with her expression surprised. "If you have work to do, then please tell me to shut up, but if you don't have anything better going on, then how about you dine with me on some tasty desserts?"

"You... do you want to hang out with me?"

"Of course!" Spike threw up his arms. "You're the one and only Pinkie, master of parties and sweets. I'm pretty sure eating with you gives the food some sort of blessing." He lowered his arms and smiled. "So how about it? You fancy a dessert date?"

"Desert... date?" Pinkie turned around with her head tilted, forehoof tapping against the floor. "L-Like a date-date? Like those things mares and stallions have at random intervals of time?"

"Something close to it, I guess." Spike shrugged. "Dunno. Always kinda had a soft spot for you, and we both have a soft spot for sweets, so why not try my luck and have you sit at my table?" He gave a quick glance at the table. "Okay, so maybe we lack a few candles, but cake makes up for that, right?"

Pinkie stared at him for a few seconds, and then, she giggled into her hoof. "Now that one I'm not sure of." She came toward the table, her soles fidgeting with every step. "Haven't exactly gone on a date before, but if they include a lot of cake, then consider me in!"

Spike leaned forward with his jaw slack. "You've never seen another pony before?!"

"What? No!" She took a seat on the opposite side of the small table, waving a hoof as she did so. "I see ponies plenty of times." She giggled as she put down her hoof. “Kinda hard not too.”

Spike blinked. "I meant romantically."

"Oh, then no." She picked up a cupcake free of diamonds and took a large bite. "Why? I do something wrong with that?"

"Not... exactly." Spike shook his head. "It's just hard to believe that you, the mare that has hosted a party for everyone, that is friends with everyone, hasn't slept with anyone!" He threw up his claws. "You've got so much going for you, from your looks to your connections, it's just hard to think you've never been that way with somepony else."

Pinkie brought the cupcake to her mouth but stopped halfway, lowering it slightly. "Well.. have you?"

"Me?" Spike opened his mouth, but it took a few seconds for anything to come out. "N-Not until recently. Heck, it wasn't until this morning I could be so up-front with my attraction to you girls." He blinked and then sighed. "Crude. That must have sounded pretty creepy, huh?"

"Hmm, a teens-weensy bit, but you aren't lying anymore, so it isn't as bad." She put the cupcake back on the counter. "In fact, it makes me kinda... well, glad that anyone sees me that way, don't I'm not entirely sure what that way means."

"It's when... someone likes you more than a friend." Spike found the words strangely hard to say, never fearing to lay out his thoughts and feelings, but upon seeing this side of innocence of Pinkie, of seeing someone who is just as lonely and clueless as he was too intimate, he couldn't help but feel his scales torn away and his very being laid bare. "That they enjoy the way your body feels against theirs, how your voice brings life to their ears, how your personality makes them feel different from the rest..."

"Spike?"

"No, it's none of that." Spike shook his head and looked directly into her eyes. "It's when you like someone Pinkie, and you would like to do more with them, and that more can mean anything you desire from it." He took a deep breath. "Liking someone means you like someone, and you hope they like you too... for who you are." He looked down into his claw. "But what if you're someone different when they like you? Does that mean that love is fake?"

"Maybe you're just showing those ponies a different aspect of you." Pinkie's voice surprised Spike as he was snapped away from his thoughts, drawing his sight on her. "You seem super different today." She giggled into her hoof. "Like when in the hay have you ever flirted like this before?!"

"Always in my head." Spike warmly smiled, eyes downward. "I've always felt a certain way about you girls, a way that others may not like to hear aloud, and... well, I was worried that I may come across as weird or disgusting, that my words were... wrong somehow and you'd girls come to hate me."

"Spike." Spike looked up and into her stern aqua eye. "You should know better than anypony that we could never come to hate you... we love you too much for that."

"I know, I know!" Spike's arms fell into his lap. "I just could never be sure how much you girls liked me, and not knowing I could cross the line drove me away from you all." He let his head drop. "I was too scared of messing everything up like I usually do."

Pinkie watched the drake from afar, this similar belong lost within the fear of himself, a soul just as lonely yet brimming with the same naivety as she. No words came to mind nor foods that could quell this fear of his, and she struggled with herself to show how much she understood—no, how much she cared for his being.

Without quite knowing why, she rose silently from her chair and came around the table, standing next to the drake, and before he could look up, pressed her muzzle upward into his, feeling her eyes drift close as their lips meant, the sweetness of his scaly lips sending her blissfully into an unknown world of bliss.

Spike's eyes went wide at the sudden contact, not knowing what to do or say, and by the time his wits had returned to him, the mare pulled back with a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Nopony ever means to mess up, Spike," Pinkie said up to him. "But not everypony learns from their messes and cleans up afterward. You've always been sweet, and even though I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing, I wanted to show just how much I care for you." She then placed her forehooves on his thighs, relying on him as she arched herself upward. "I wonder, though, if you care just as much for me?"

Spike was spellbound for a moment by the mare coming closer to him, feeling the softness of her hooves on his legs and the fluff of her chest coming up against his, her muzzle just inches away from his, and in just a few moments, that was no longer true.

He cupped her pink cheek while his digits slipped under her ear, pushing back her mane. The kiss wasn't like the ones before, an act of dominance to claim more of the other to satisfy their lust, but instead, an exploration into scary but new territory, of losing one's innocence to gain something new from the other. In a way, they were two virgins claiming love for the very first time, with absolute trust in the other.

They pulled away from each other a few moments later. The two gazed into each other's eyes, a string of saliva bridging the separated lips.

"So," Spike began as she sat down on his lap, feeling her weight made him want to embrace her all the more, "what do we do now?"

His stomach growled a second later. Pinkie giggled.

"Getting you some more food, apparently." Pinkie turned to hop off his lap, her hooves colliding against the floor a moment later. She glanced back at him. "You wanna join me at the counter? We could pick all the sweets we want together for our little date!”

"Sounds good to me." Spike rose from his seat and met her behind the counter.

The two looked through the selection of sweets behind the glass, discussing the sugar-overload combination that no other sane individual would attempt, not caring if they would have to go back into the kitchen to cook their desires—at least they would be doing something together.

“So, what if we put cupcakes inside of the cake?” Pinkie clapped her forelegs as she squealed, looking over her shoulder and up at the drake who hovered over her. "We could then put emerald in the cupcake as well as in the cake—it'll be a gem inception!"

Spike could only smile at her beaming face, the sight sweet enough to state his appetite.

"So, whaddya think?"

Spike responded by leaning down and taking her lips once again, placing his claw at her wait and turning her back to the table, letting her lean against it as he leaned down against his, feeling her softness envelop his waist as she began to close her eyes at the contact.

As the kiss began to develop, the once innocence of the contact began to dissipate in desperate need for more of the sensation, to feel more of the other's passion and the warmth of the other's body, to take more of the other's lip and pull it into their mouths, to indulge in the fat of one's fur and the bulkiness of one's scales—the two needed more of the other and began to do away with their self-restrictions.

Spike's claw lowered itself to her sizable flank and gave it a squeeze, his digits sinking into the flesh as he felt her sharp moan, one surprised but not annoyed, followed by another and another, each demanding he did more of the naughty deed.

The drake fulfilled the mare's request. His gaze travelled down the length of her pink barrel, packed by some fat that evenly proportioned out throughout her body, all except in the case of her flanks, which quickly frankly, was far rounder and bigger than any of the other girls.

There was no feeling that could be compared to it, really. Spike was one of the lucky few to have claws in Ponyville, and of course, be willing to experiment on a pony—something the other dragons were sorely losing out on. The feeling of the fat on her ass was compelling, the sensation of his digits cupping her butt was unrivalled, and Celestia forbids when Pinkie gave them a shake, nothing could so greatly entertain the drake's eyes.

And upon feeling forehooves reach around his waist and began to feel beneath his tail, the drake soon learned he wasn't alone in his fascination with the booty.

"S-So," Pinkie had said after breaking away from the kiss, panting and moaning as she felt her ass being felt up. "H-How am I, d-down there?"

"Definitely better than what's below my tail." Spike pecked her on the cheek as he brought a claw to hold up her muzzle. "I don't know how you earth ponies do it, but I just go crazy at the sight of you! You're just... so big in all the right places."

"Really?" Pinkie recoiled with a smirk. "Because it feels like there are only two places you admire."

"Then show me some more places to explore." Spike lowered himself to his knees as his lips travelled down her neck, pressing and nipping, indulging at her natural sweet taste while feeling up her softness. Pinkie had rested a foreleg on the counter as the front of her barrel and belly was exposed to him, putting her other foreleg on his head and pushing his kisses further south.

"Oh... Spike!" Pinkie's legs began to tremble as her breathing picked up the pace, feeling her body become hot and bothered as his lips worked at her belly. His claw grabbed at her flank, an occasional slap smacking out, the sensation of her ass cheeks jiggling, causing her head to throw back. "M-My body has never felt so, so warm before... and I don't want to stop feeling warm!"

Spike, during his ministrations, caught a whiff of something solid and familiar, a musk that almost made him go hard at the scent. He travelled quickly down her underbelly to the crux between her legs, her puffy pink pussy radiating a wave of heat with an accompanying smell.

He looked up at the mare, who had her head still tilted back. "Your wish is my command."

Spike stared at the clean pink mounds of his mate, each fold burning a tint of red almost as if it was so closely examined. He then brought his lips toward them, kissing each of her mounds as it drove a shiver through the adjacent thighs, a sensation never felt before.

"Wha... what are you doing?"

Spike didn't even look up as he felt her gaze on the back of his head, blinking his lips directly before her folds. “Making you feel warm.”

Pinkie couldn't look on much longer when he felt his lips connect with her lower ones, feeling him kiss her pussy with the same intensity as before, travelling up and down her puffy labia and covering them with his saliva. She had to stop herself from flicking her hips, of taking the whole of his mouth inside of her. Still, when she felt his tongue slip between his lips and lick up and down her folds, there was no stopping her from clenching her sizable thighs against the back of his head and burying the tip of his muzzle inside of her pussy.

“Oh yes!” Pinkie rubbed her thighs together, feeling his face struggle against her crotch—the power she had over him created an itch deep in her pussy that needed to be scratched. Slowly and surely, she began rocking her hips back and forth, taking more of his lips and tongue into her tight tunnel, rubbing her ass against the counter as it further drove home her arousal. "I've never felt my p-p-pussy like this before! I-I can f-feel something building..."

Spike, despite his situation, smiled at what was to come. While he was surprised being taken by her thighs, their plushness felt terrific against his spines, and all things considering, taking more of her pussy against his face, the tuft of fur on her outer lips feeling smooth as fuck on his scales.

While his lips worked on her pussy, Spike allowed his tongue to slither town her tight tunnel, flicking at the walls and licking at the places which made her thighs rub harder, travelling further and further inside the mare as his length covered more of her vagina, soon finding himself coming against his cervix.

"There!" Pinkie couldn't stop herself from full-on humping his face, her forehooves coming to the back of his head and pushing him against her pussy, full-on fucking his muzzle as she made him go up and down her labia. "That's it, Spike, like that! I'm so close to feeling something outstanding!"

Spike complied.

"Yes, yes!" Pinke lost all control as she fucked the shit out of his fucking face with every desire for pleasure that coursed through her body, of rubbing and pressing her fat fucking ass against the counter and letting her tail do as it will; the rest of her body felt weak and on fire with pleasure. "I'm there! I'm nearly—"

"Is this place open?"

"Aheeya!" Pinkie quickly leaned fully back so that her head was upside down, seeing a small brown stallion standing at the doorway to the shop. Her mouth went agape, and then a moment, she was forced to bite her lower lip as her pussy continued to be ravaged by the drake. "I-I-I mean yes! C'mon in!"

Spike yelped when the thighs and hooves pressing against his head suddenly retreated, causing him to fall forward and below the counter. He saw the fat pink ass he loved so much just above his head, but before he could reach out a claw, the mare put her legs on either side of him and turned around, facing both the customer with her face and her pussy to the dragon's face.

"What can I-I get you?" Pinkie's voice came from above the wood, and down to where the drake was, her thighs rubbed against her slick pussy. She tried to keep herself from moaning, to keep herself from dipping a hoof and finishing the job, but she would never risk being caught while on the job.

Spike did not have a job here, and so, therefore, did not give a single care. He was laying down between her legs and beneath the counter, arching his upper half and using his core for support, bringing his claws to the pump pink rump and taking in a handful of her ass.

Before Pinkie could glance downward and question the drake, or even shake away his claws, she felt his lips meet with her pussy again as he ate her out. She couldn't help herself, she couldn't stop his claws from groping at her ass cheeks or his mouth eating more and more of her vagina, giving her hips a subtle rock to expel her sexual energy.

"Seems kinda dead in here," the stallion said as his voice got closer to the counter, though the drake was too obsessed with the pink cunt to care. "You must be bored out of your mind."

"When you're on the job, you find ways to bide y-your time!" Pinkie rested a foreleg on the counter, leaning forward to allow her hips to rock faster into the drake's muzzle. She'd never felt her pussy lips become so wide before. "A-Anywho, what can I get for you!?"

"Just a half-dozen of vanilla mini-cupcakes." Spike heard the stallion rest his forelegs on the counter, slightly worried about how much he could now see, but any concern was swept away when he felt his cock slip out from his scales, flopping in its freedom. "A treat now and then keeps life from becoming dull, you know?"

"Oh, trust me." Pinkie thrust her hips into the drake's tongue, feeling her ass squeezed while something hard poked at her thigh. She glanced down, to see not only her lover, but to see her first cock, it sharp but thin, growing in tandem to his every squeeze of her rump. She looked up. "I get what you mean. Will a bag be okay?"

"Most certainly." Spike took this as his cue, allowing himself to lean back enough while his tongue remained inside her pussy, feeling her inner-walls clench at the loss of his lips while his claw slid the glass panel away and reached into the display, grabbing a bag with his other claw as he filled it with sweets. A moment later, he passed the stuffed bag up to Pinkie, who, in turn, put it on the counter. "Here you go! Seven bits, please."

Bit clicked together, something curled, hoofsteps were heard, and the ring of a bell followed by a closing door told the drake all he needed to know. His cock was at full mast now, and all this time spent at Pinkie's pussy had driven him beyond the edge of arousal.

He quickly lifted Pinkie's hind leg, coming out underneath it and returning to his feet, driven by desire as he turned around to the back of the mare. Before she had a chance to demand anything from him, her forelegs were caught by his claws and set on the counter, her head then pushed against the glass as something spread her hind legs apart.

Then, something whispered into her ear: "I'm going to make you feel really good now, alright?"

Something wet then ran down the pink mare's legs.

Spike stood erect just behind the mare, his feet behind her hooves, cock standing tall at her posterior. His enactment for his revenge for before began rather slowly, with him pressing his cock against her rump, feeling the fat of her ass with his tip, slowly pressing inward as her flank took his peak.

"T-This is t-torture!" Pinkie whined with her muzzle still down, glancing back at him. "P-Please, hurry it up!"

“You didn't play nice with me.” Spike brought his cock between her supple pink cheek, slipping it into her plush crack as her softness enveloped his shaft. He slowly began to rock his hips up and down, his cock sliding up and down her ass crack, building into a steady rhythm as his tip then began to flare. “How does this feel, Pinkie, to be so horny and so out of control.”

"Dunno." Pinkie shot back with a grin. "How does this feel!?"

Spike didn't have time to ask when he felt her answer, her ass clenching against his cock everything rocked it upward, her booty taking his shaft further into her crack and enveloping every inch of him from every possible angle—to him, it was paradise that just made him hump her rump all the more faster, each thrust in tandem to her clench and shake of her ass, feeding into the duo's arousal until, finally, neither one could handle their lust any longer.

"H-Hehe, looks like you got me, Pinkie." Spike re-angled his crotch so that his cock dove in deeper between her cheek, finding her pussy already wet and agape at feeling his tip. Her pink, plump ass continued to envelop the side of his shaft as he then thrust forward, feeling his cock spread apart her inner walls as he entered inside her pussy. "Now we call a truce so we can enjoy this together, deal?"

Pinkie didn't respond with words, but rather, arching herself over the counter and allowing him easy access to her pussy, keeping herself in such a way she could still clench her butt against her cock and enjoy the mutually blissful sensation.

Spike took a step closed and grabbed each of her flanks, squeezing it and slapping it, watching her ass jiggle and shake with his every hump, the sight of him driving his cock further inside her pussy. Each time a cheek stopped in motion, he grabbed it once more and did whatever he pleased to state his arousal.

The sounds of their sex continued to echo off the walls of the shop, stiffed moans following closely afterward, and even then, after a few moments, their pleasure could not be held back no longer as screams of pleasure and cries of joy reverberated along with the the wet smacking sound. Following these sounds came the squeak of an opening door...

"Hey, what gives!" The stallion announced as the clop of his hooves silenced everything else, that was, except for the duo's panting as they looked up to their newest counter. He came a few feet before the counter. "You two seriously thought you could get away with this?"

Spike and Pinkie were still in their positions, the drake standing behind the mare, her puffy pink tale draping from his chest to his crotch. He had his claws on the counter the moment he heard the door open, though now that he had been made, he couldn't utter a single line, or even if it came to it, make a run for it.

"Listen," Pinkie began, her eyes starting to glisten as she lowered her head, "I'm really sorry you caught us like this, in Mr. and Mrs. Cake's shop no less, but I promise we didn't mean for this to happen—"

"Didn't mean for it to happen, huh?" The stallion then threw his bag on the counter and crossed his forehooves. "You may one-up your math skills if you think half a dozen is only five." He sighed before arching his eyebrow. "Look, how about you sweeten that bag a little bit, and we'll never talk of this again."

Spike and Pinkie's jaws dropped in tandem.

"So," the stallion said as he tilted back his head, "what will it be?"

"Uh-hmm!" Pinkie moaned as the cock inside of her began to move, slowly and silently, tickling at her walls while she was being stared down by the customer. As much as her heart was hammering, the very idea of fucking in plain sight almost brought forth an orgasm. "S-Sounds like a g-good deal to me!"

"Good."

Pinkie felt sweat form on her forehead as she glanced down, seeing the compartment for sweets below the counter, reaching down with a hoof and lowering her body, which, incidentally, allowed more of the dragon cock inside of her vagina, the simple act spreading her walls further apart and filling up her tight tunnel. She couldn't help herself. She couldn't stop from clenching down on his cock and backing her ass further into him, reaching for the cupcakes in the same stroke of movement.

“Say, dragon.”

Spike cleared his throat upon being noticed, looking up and down at the stallion from over the top of Pinkie's mane. “Yes, stallion?”

"What are you doing back there anyway?" The stallion inched his head to the right in an attempt to peek around the counter. "Looks like you're up to something, and I don't want any scales or stuff like that in my sweets."

"I wouldn't dream of filling you up with me." Spike smirked as he stepped forward, pushing his cock deeper into the pink pussy as his tip slammed against her cervix. In the same stroke of movement, he wrapped an arm around the mare's barrel and helped lift her back to the counter. "She's just been having back problems, so I'm just putting my expertise taught by the princesses themselves to help out."

"T-T-The princesses?"

Spiked smirked. "Why, of course! I am the number one assistant to Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship and bearer of the Elements of Harmony, saviour of Equestria—that, and we also grew up together." He then leaned forward, making the stallions recoil before he could get so much of a glance at their private act. "Let's not also forget I write to all the princesses about the updates and problems happening in Ponyville."

Pinkie watched the switch of the situation with an open mouth, seeing how effortlessly her dragon took back control with words and asserted his dominance even in their vulnerable positioning. His masculinity drove her to insanity as she risked a wiggle of his hips, felt his cock shift inside of her, but the act of simply being filled wasn't enough to tame her desires.

"O-O-On second thought!" The stallion swept the bag from the counter and quickly backed away, "five should suffice for my appetite. I-I-I should really be watching my sugar levels anyway!" He then turned, threw back the door and flew outside before anyone could say goodbye.

"Guess that's the end of—"Spike felt a cupcake stuffed in his mouth as a pair of hooves came upon his chest, quickly pushing him to the ground as his cock exited her pussy. He collided against the floor with a thud, and before he could so much as shake his head, he heard the door shut tight and a lock click, and not even a second later, Pinkie was towering over his fallen body.

"P-Pinkie?"

She only grinned as she spread her hindlegs over his crotch, dropping her rump on him as her pussy landed on his cock, taking the entire length as she began to rock back and forth, riding him for all the pleasure he was worth to her.

"L-Looks like you know how to take the lead." Spike had to bite his lower lip as he felt her total weight at his crotch, reaching his claws to her ass, gripping her flanks as he let her take control. "What m-made you snap?"

"You." Pinkie began bouncing on his cock with the assistance of his claws. She felt like a cow-girl as she rode him any way she wanted it, in any direction she desired, feeling his cock smack against her walls, reaching further in just to pull out, slamming back in and clenching her walls on his shaft, sucking him dry. "I've... I've spent most of my life making other ponies feel happy, making others feel good."

Spike watched her as she spoke, listening to her words while feeling up her body, feeling as if their very souls were converging in this single instance, in this single act of lust and love.

"I never really knew ponies could feel good in this way." Pinkie was exclusively rocking back and forth now, head thrown back with one of her hooves dipping between her legs to play with her clit. "Growing up on a rock farm has its perks, but when it comes to learning about other ponies in the world, you're kinda... limited."

"Living with Twilight held me back from hiding much from her." Spike offered a small smile as he felt himself drawn close to finishing. "Can't say I was exactly where you were at, but I know how it feels to be clueless and repressed about certain things."

"Which is why I'm glad you came here today." Pinkie quickened her pace, rising and falling on his cock and flicking her hips as quickly as they would allow, feeling her pussy clench harder and faster as the good feeling inside her crotch could no longer contain itself. "You let me see just how important it is we make ourselves feel good—if we, ahhh, don't take care of ourselves, then we can't, oh yes, take care of others."

“I, oh fuck, get what you mean.” Spike couldn't stop himself from thrusting his hip and clamping his claws down on Pinkie's fat ass, feeling the base of his shaft grow as he knotted with her pussy, keeping him sealed inside as he felt his load ready to blow. "We'll end up blue-balling ourselves, and when we handle that much longer, end up blowing up at others—and become alone for a while. I-It's best to just e-enjoy yourself so you can e-enjoy yourself with o-others!"

"S-Spike?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Can we talk and do this more often?"

"I was just about to say," Spike began as he shut his eyes, holding back his orgasm, "I think I just figured out our kink."

"K-Kink?!" Pinkie rode him fast and fasted, her ass pounding into his thighs, her intermittent moans rocketing off the walls. "What's that?"

"A lesson for another time." Spike felt his fangs almost tear through his bottom lip from holding himself back, from denying the excellent feeling brought by the walls of her pussy and just how tight they were, as well as the fat of her ass, something coming down on his balls. "L-Listen, Pinkie, I want us to finish together, alright?"

"F-Finish?"

"It's when you can't hold back the good feeling anymore, and you cum."

"Cum?"

"...crude." Spike opened his eyes to look at the mare, both loving and cursing her innocence. "It's a liquid you let out when you climax, and that happens when the pleasure becomes too much and goes into overdrive."

"Like... becoming super happy?"

"Why do you have to be so cute!" Spike threw his head against the ground, the dull pain dividing his attention from their sex, buying him a few moments more. "Okay, super happy, that works. When you feel yourself becoming super happy, I want you to clench your tightest and scream out my name."

“You're, ah, name?” Pinkie lowered her head and closed her eyes, something begging for its release. "Why?"

"B-Because it makes me feel better about myself."

“Oh, mhmm, kay.” Pinkie continued to rock her hips, to clench her cunt, to pound her ass on his thighs, again and again, harder and harder, faster and faster until finally, she reached her peak. "Spike.. I think I'm about to be super happy."

"Yes!" Spike exhaled with glee. "Thank Celestia."

"I thought we were supposed to say each other's names?"

"That's when we f-finish!"

Spike was taken by surprise when Pinkie let her body fall forward on his, nothing blocking their crotches as his full length shot inside of her, filling her pussy and splitting apart her walls, slamming against her cervix as the duo finally hit their long-awaited orgasms.

Spike felt his cock sputtered its load deep into her womb, her walls clenching around his length as they too welled with marecum. The torrent trailed down her tunnel but was blocked by his engorged base, causing the liquid to fill up inside of her as she totally collapsed on his body.

She did not mind having him hitched inside of her.

"That was certainly something... new." Spike glanced down his body to where the mare lay, her crotch sealed over his with her hind legs draping over his own. She had her face pressed just below her chest, nuzzling the area with her forehooves tucked against herself. "Are you doing okay down there?"

"My heart is racing, and my legs won't stop shaking." Pinkie giggled into her scales, tickling them as she looked up at him. "But everything else felt amazing! Like I was just riding this good feeling that I just needed more of—what was that thingy I was riding anyway?"

Spike coughed into his claw, then used his digits to scratch the back of her head. "Let's discuss the parts of sex at another time, okay? For now, we only get to ride out these sensations for a tiny bit, so we might as well indulge in the together for as long as we can."

Pinkie smiled in response. She then stretched out her forehooves, and in wrapping them as best as she could around his frame, hugged herself close to him.

Spike quickly did the same to her.

Author's Note

IV | It's Always the Quiet Ones!

Author's Note

IV | It's Always the Quiet Ones!

~ IV ~

It's Always the Quiet Ones (Fluttershy)

Fluttershy spent her afternoon like most of them, with a window open and her forelegs on its sill, a steaming cup held by her hooves as a breeze came to greet her. This was her form of respite, silence from chirping critters and stillness from her hyper animals. She sighed into the wind, and though she never dared to complain about her work, even she could not deny the soreness creeping down her body.

Not only soreness, butloneliness as well.

The crackle of tree branches drew her gaze, and even though the soft sight and sound relaxed her muscle, they no longer charmed her into tranquillity like they had once before. In fact, everything was becoming rather dull to her now.

Even the animals mating below didn't shock her.

Fluttershy peered past the rim of her mug to down at her backyard, where she had a patch of grass fenced in a tight box, allowing those inside their much-needed privacy—except in the case of aerial views. From above, she saw a pair of dogs, one male and one female, the former hitched to the latter's behind, pumping his cock in and out as quickly as his hips would allow.

Fluttershy blushed at the act, but it didn't stop her from sipping on her tea.

'Oh dear,' Fluttershy thought to herself, putting her cup on the window sill. 'I've got to keep an eye on those two before a third one enters the picture.' She sighed, had nothing more to think about, and returned her attention to her tea and current entertainment.

The male dog soon finished his act inside the female, arching back as he released a joyful whimper. He pulled out a few moments later, coming to circle around his lover as they began to drop to all fours, inching closer together as their eyes then closed and their mouths still panted.

'They always make it look so easy.' Fluttershy felt hollow as her gaze lingered on the lovers. 'A few sniffs and a couple of nips, and she's found someone to be with her.' Her head lowered. 'Someone to love her and to sleep with her, to stay with her and have puppies with her—to just have someone else.'

Fluttershy shook her head with strands of pink flying through the air, and when she stopped, some were draped over her right eye and muzzle. 'It would be nice if I could have a stallion like that. Just a stallion, not too big or small. Someone to be here next to me now, to drink tea and watch the trees together.'

She sighed as she dropped her head to her chest. 'Maybe... maybe I would like a little more than that. He could take me to the bed, and we could—' it was here that Fluttershy startled herself and flung her forehooves in the air '—not that I was implying we would ever do that!'

After a few more moments of shadow boxing, Fluttershy came to her senses as her forelegs came down on the window sill. 'Then again, there is nothing wrong with s-sex.' She swallowed. 'I've been feeling so lonely lately that maybe being f-felt up will have me deal with those feelings.'

Fluttershy turned her head. 'But why should I feel lonely when I have a house full of adorable critters?!'

She took a moment to think about it.

'...oh.' Her shoulders dropped. 'None of them are ponies.'

Fluttershy hated herself whenever she pulled something so silly.

'It's my fault for expecting the critters to be interactive anyway.' Fluttershy blinked, biting her lower lip as the stagnation of her thoughts began to irk her. 'Maybe I just need to get out of the cottage more often—when was the last time I went into town for the sake of it anyway?'

Finally, she was catching some motion in her thoughts, which then led to action as she left the window and turned to face the bedroom. 'You're feeling pent-up, Fluttershy, stuck with nothing but silence and work—you deserve to let out some, er, steam.'

She began toward the door, chest struck out and wings flaring, making sure to dip her muzzle to increase her adorable factor; it was something she was always aware of. 'All you have to do is find a kind young stallion and ask him for a stroll. Talk a little!'

Fluttershy giggled as she walked past the end of her bed. 'Maybe even invite him for some, hehehe, coffee if you're lucky.' She came to the bedroom door. 'You'll spend the night making love and have sweet pillow talk when you're done. Maybe, just maybe, he'll stick around for more than a single night, and you won't be so lonely anymore.'

Putting her forehoof on the handle to her door, she threw it back while yelling: "I can do this!"

A moment later, the mare didn't take another step as beads of sweat rolled down her face. "I can't do this!" She quickly slammed the door shut and threw her back against it. "What if the stallion laughs at me when I ask him for a date? Or it turns out he hates animals when he comes over? He c-could laugh while w-we're in bed, e-even leaving halfway!"

She shook her head. "No, no, no! I couldn't handle that!"

After a minute of heavy breathing, the poor pegasus couldn't get her heart to stop hammering in her chest and came off the door on all fours. "Oh, who was I even kidding anyway?! I can barely speak to stallions as if, much less if they're flirting with me—I would have just stuttered and run away anyway."

She began toward the bed, and in twirling onto her hindlegs and fluttering out her wings, plopped onto the bed with her back, a foreleg draped over her eyes. "Why did I even bother with this in the first place? I barely have enough time to take care of here and help save the world to even think about having a coltfriend—maybe I am just better off alone."

Fluttershy's hoof slid off her face and onto her fluffy yellow chest, resting there. "Now I'm just back where I started!" She huffed, and not quite meaning to, began to rub her hoof along her body, and even though it wasn't anything compared to another touch, the soft sensation helped to direct her thoughts elsewhere. “Then again, maybe there is somethingI could do here.”

Fluttershy began rubbing a small circle along her belly, feeling her body warming up and her mind entering a haze, her breathing picking in pitch as her wings began to twitch. Her other hoof on the mattress lifted to the exposed half of her flank, pressing up and down against her cutie mark—she may not have had an ass like Rarity, but the shy mare had her beat by the firmness of her own rump.

"Mmhmm, oh yes, this will do just fine for now." Fluttershy, now hot and bothered, brought the hoof drawing circles into her tummy down to her slit, feeling her lips against the fur of her hoof, slowly beginning to stroke them up and down, up and down, picking up in speed, shivering at tingling sensation emitting from her crotch.

It truly had been too long.

“Mhmm, oh yes.” Fluttershy felt her hoof fall into a rhythm against her exposed clit, rubbing small circles against it only to begin stroking up and down, feeling her inner walls clench as a trail of warm juices poured down her thigh. "Nnngh!"

It didn't matter how much time she spent on herself, of feeling up her ass and working against her pussy, humping softly against the flat surface of her hoof as its edge sometimes sunk past her folds—giving her vagina what it wanted, only to find out it wanted more.

Fluttershy pulled her forehooves back as she rolled over on the bed, her upper body hanging off its side as she slipped her forelegs under the bed, searching and feeling in the dark, hooves coming upon something as they pulled it out—a small box without any flaps. This would have been like any other box… with one exception.

It was filled to the brim with all kinds of dildos.

Fluttershy was like any other mare in her need to be pleased, to have something other than her own hooves to make her feel whole. She wasn't crazy like others in her private collection, spotting only a few dildos of different colours and kinds, from different builds to even different species, like stallions to griffons. Try as she might, however, none that were mentioned did anything for her arousal.

Hence why Fluttershy dug deep into the box, and after a few seconds of shuffling, pulled out her favourite toy, a purple dildo moulded from a dragon's cock. She pushed the box under the bed and rolled onto her back, holding the shaft just over her tummy.

"Why hello there Mr. Handsome.” Fluttershy giggled at her silly tone, tilting her to the left. "I've never had another stallion make it this far, but then again, you are no stallion." Her cheeks flared pink as she lowered the tip of the dildo to between her legs. "I hope you don't mind, but I have a bit of a fear of dragons—not you, because you're sweet and kind, but can you please be gentle with me?"

Fluttershy pressed the tip of the cock against her folds, shivering at the contact as it tingled up her spine. Slowly but surely, she began to slip it inside of herself, feeling her tight walls being pressed apart by the dido's length.

It wasn't anything special, but it did the trick.

Slipping her eyes shut and letting the muscles in her body relax, Fluttershy inserted the dildo fully into her pussy, its tip just managing to hit her cervix as she clenched her thighs together in bliss. A few seconds passed, and then the dildo slipped out, only to be rammed back in and pulled back out, again and again, building into a steady rhythm that still wasn't enough to sate her arousal.

That's when fantasy came to play.

"Yes, yes!" Fluttershy clenched her eyes tighter as she imagined there was actually a dragon on her bed, that there was actually a dragon's cock thrusting in and out of her tight little pussy. "P-Please, don't hold back anymore! Ravage me like you would any other mate... I can take it!"

She shoved the dildo past her folds harder than any time before, each thrust slow but deliberate. Her body felt heavy. Like the dragon had put his claw on her chest and pinned her against the bed, making sure she couldn't twitch or inch away every time he filled her tight tunnel with his meaty cock.

As more and more details revealed themselves to the mare, she began to see the dragon a bit more clearly. He was still blurry, but his frame was much bigger and taller than her, scales purple and spines green, with a face that looked sharp but also exuded kindness. He was aggressive, but he hurt her not once—his familiarity making the dildo pump faster.

"Mhmm, Spike..." Fluttershy wasn't even aware of herself as she uttered his name, feeling her pussy become hotter and wet as the very idea of him drove her over the edge. "Please Spike, m-make love to me, f-fill me, d-do with me as you will... I can't take it much longer!"

And then something heavy crashed against the roof of the cottage, startling Fluttershy from her masturbation as her eyes shot wide while she screamed. Sounds of footsteps echoed from the ceiling as they walked across her ceiling.

“That is the last time I let Pinkie talk me into getting into something tight.” Fluttershy looked over to her window, her back arched and chest heaving, seeing a pair of claws hang from her roof as a purple blur then swung into her room. "She could have killed me with that! Ask a dragon to hide in a cannon as your bosses come home, sure! Fire said cannon to get rid of any evidence? Not cool."

Fluttershy tried shaking her head, strands of her mane flying in the air, as her eyes settled on Spike standing tall in her room.

He looked just as confused.

"I got shot all the way to the Everfree?" Spike asked as he shook his head; a bad idea, seeing how he was still jet-lagged. "And to your cottage of all places?" His vision of the room began to swim back into focus. "If it weren't for all this starting with the cannon, I would of..." He blinked, raising his claw and pointing to the mare on the bed. "...did I just fire my way into a situation where I don't belong?"

Fluttershy blinked as well, not quite knowing what he meant. She then followed the direction of his claw, looking down her body and to her exposed crotch, where the dragon dildo stuck out from her marehood—she quickly cried and pulled the blankets over her body, it covering up to her neck as he hid her face and madly blushed.

The duo kept still and silent in their places, neither one not knowing what to say or do, or even what the opinion of the other was. The drake expected to be screamed at and called a pervert, and yet, as the seconds ticked by, he was just more confused as she said nothing—though her scent permuted the air.

Spike couldn't help but drink in the musk, the light and sweet smell that embodied the mare it came from. She knew it was all just an accident, that the kind dragon would have never meant to intrude and embarrass her like this, though that did nothing to hide her shame as she sunk further beneath the covers.

After a minute of standing in silence and drinking in her musk, the drake had to open his mouth. "Guess this is a bit awkward, isn't it?"

Fluttershy caught his tone of humour and giggled.

Spike swallowed as he twiddled with his claws, looking around the room to find something to talk about, to break the elephant in the room. He hunched forward and sighed. "Can't say I blame you for trying to get a session in, though it's kinda hard picturing you doing... well, y'know."

Fluttershy blushed harder and continued to watch him.

"Not t-that there's anything wrong with that!" He waved his claws in defence. "Everyone blows off steam every once in a while, and I guess that applies to cute mares as well." He dropped his claws. "I'm screwing this up. Let me try again."

Sharply inhaling, he drank in more of her arousal, and it positively set him on edge.

"How about I help you out with that problem between your legs."

They both were silent, took a moment to think, blinked before their cheeks flared pink at the exact same moment. Spike had his mouth open as he wasn't quite sure how something like that got out, while Fluttershy dealt with the comprehension of his offer and why it made her hind legs uncross.

No words were coming to the shy mare, no screams and no hiding, just looking at the dragon as he looked to be preparing to say something. He stood at the end of her bed, his height almost reaching the ceiling, his body slim and sleek with his muscles defined—the exact image of the dragon she was masturbating to.

Fluttershy then nodded.

"Wait, what?" Spike shook his head and stepped toward the bed. "That nod. Did you... actually want help?"

Fluttershy nodded again before she could stop herself.

Spike stared at her for a few moments, of seeing the sleek shy mare tucked under her covers, her face exposed with strands of her pink mane draped over her muzzle, the sight so alluring and innocent while her cheeks burned with the fires of her untamed arousal. He would be a fool to have ever denied her beauty before, but in seeing her in such a fragile state, the allure of her body and personality increased tenfold.

He put his claws over the rest and onto the mattress, slowly crawling toward her as his knees soon came onto the bed, coming ever closer to the mare who curled into herself at the proximity but did nothing to halt his approach. Her thighs were rubbing together at the mere idea of him on her bed, and now that he was hovering over her, she couldn't help but moan as another course of juices ran down her legs.

Spike brought his claw to her muzzle, the act of which made her flinch, but after a few moments, she let him cup her cheek. He rubbed her fur with his thumb, making her blush burn all the hotter as he brought her claw down her throat and to her chest, feeling up her fur and scratching at sensitive spots, making her wait in suspense as he slowly worked down her frame.

Fluttershy couldn't believe this was happening! That she finally had a dragon in her room, one as kind and handsome as Spike running his claws through her fur and feeling at her body. The prospect of him finding just what lay under the sheets scared her a bit, and in all honesty, that fear turned her on a great deal.

Finally, the claws had pulled the blanket to just above her crotch, and upon rubbing against her underbelly, gripped the blanket and threw it back. Fluttershy's crotch was put on display, her legs spread apart with her pussy pulsating with heat, the dildo still sticking out of her cunt as she clenched down on it one last time.

Spike wrapped his claw around the toy, pulling it back slowly and deliberately. He made eye contact with her all the while, his eyes half-lidded and lips stretched into a grin; he even went so far as to twist and turn the plastic shaft, torturing her pussy the closer its tip came to her folds. Then, with only an inch left to go, the drake yanked the toy out and threw it out the window.

Fluttershy snapped her head in the same direction, hearing her toy land against grass, then felt sharp digits press into her muzzle and turn her head back.

"You won't be needing that anymore," Spike whispered into her ear, making it stand as he nipped along her yellow fur, "not when you have the deal. Whatever you need, whatever you had planned—I'm ready to fulfill it here for you now."

Fluttershy squeaked and shivering, feeling her teeth pull at her fur as they travelled down along the side of her neck. She tried to say something other than whimpers, but those were all that came as she suffered further from his ministrations.

"But there is a catch, Fluttershy." Spike pulled back, his muzzle hovering an inch from hers, so close and yet so far away to her. "You've always had trouble asking for what you've wanted. Even right now, I can see you want more, yet you haven't said a word."

Fluttershy retreated an inch behind her mane.

"If you want a real dragon cock, then you're gonna have to earn it." Fluttershy tilted her head, and before she really had time to question them, the drake atop her began to turn around, his knees on either side of her frame, lowering his muzzle to between her legs. She watched as his tight ass obscured her vision. "You don't seem fond of using your words, so I'll let your actions do the talking for now."

His tail then flicked upward, exposing to her his scaly slit, which was currently hiding the dragon cock that made her lick her lips in suspense. A moment later, his face pressed against her crotch, tongue gathering her juices as he licked up and down her furry labia, squeezing her clit with its length whenever it could be managed.

Fluttershy's tongue rolled out as she panted, twisting and writhing from the inmate contact her pussy was receiving. She pressed her forehooves into her chest, feeling up her hot body as a strange sensation coursed through her—this was the first time in a long while she felt this amount of bliss.

"Mmhmm, hey, 'Shy?" Fluttershy looked from the drake's ass to over at his face, where he took a break from his work to glance back at her. "Think you can give me a little special treatment back there as well? You're holding all the fun, and while that's fine for now, you won't get to play with a real dragon cock later." He brought his lips back to her cunt. "You gotta work now if you wanna be rewarded later."

Fluttershy looked back to under his behind, finding his slit at the base of his crotch—the lips trembled and were splitting only slightly. Her body felt dirty, joints shaking at being in such an unfamiliar situation, and if it were for the desire deep within her, the desire to claim what she wanted, then the mare very well might have run out of the room and never looked back.

Instead of that, she brought her lips to his slit.

"My first sixty-nine," Fluttershy heard the drake muttering from between her legs. "This should be interesting."

The pegasus felt her heart calm down after hearing this fact. She pressed her lips against his slit, kissing up and down his length in a series of heart-warming smooches, letting her affection for the drake find its escape. After a few runs, the mare got more adventurous as her tongue slipped from its hold, licking up and down at his most private of areas.

“Oh fuck.” Fluttershy clenched her thighs at feeling the drake's voice reverberated into her pussy, enjoying the sensation as she flicked her hips against his tight muzzle. "Mmmhmm."

Fluttershy continued to lick, lapping up and down his crotch, collecting the salty taste that seemed to coat his scales. This continued for quite some time until the mare felt something press against her tongue, something sharp but kind of soft, which grew out from his slit.

She inched away, eyes trained on his slit as the tip of his dick began to split them apart. His cock soon peeked out from his hiding place, not too terribly big but growing in size, throbbing and twitching in the open air, its tip desperate for attention.

Fluttershy was in a trance with the new discovery, never believing she'd actually see a dragon's cock. Her muzzle began to toward it, feeling her heart hammer the closer their proximity until finally, her lips touched his tip as she gave it a kiss.

She felt the rest of him shudder.

Spike had trouble keeping his own sight from clamping down on the shy mare's face; his own was buried an inch in her pussy while his long tongue was many inches more. His tongue moved in circles around her walls, stopping at the places where the mare would moan louder than usual and giving those spots a few more licks and flicks than the rest.

The drake was so used to eating mares out that he never quite received the same treatment, and with every kiss at his tip, the shivers it sent through him reevaluated his choices. Fluttershy had virtually no practice in the realm of intimacy, and yet, her teeth pulled ever gently at his shaft as she worked her way down his length.

Fluttershy must have been in some kind of trance which her body had surrendered to, letting it control her actions as she then licked the underside of his cock, lapping from his base up to his tip, sucking there for but a moment, before licking back down to his base again.

She then began to lick along his ridges, coming to coat his cock in her saliva as it then reached its full mast. The cock she wanted badly stood tall and corrected, throbbing from the attention as every twitch demanded more of it.

"Mmmhmm." Spike lifted himself from the yellow crotch, crawling around in a circle just as the mare made a lunge for his cock, wanting nothing more than to scarf it down her tight muzzle and taste every inch of it. By the time he had turned around, her expression was disappointing, matched by a look of lucidness.

She was also panting.

"You've shown that you want something." Spike smiled at her, lifting up her chin with his claw, feeling every breath of her panting on his cheeks. "But if you don't tell me what exactly you want, then I'll never be able to give it to you."

Fluttershy kept still in his hold of her. She hated herself. She hated the way she panted and how she thirsted for more of him. Most important of all, she hated how she'd been silent this whole time when all she wanted to do was tell him how much of him she desired.

Fluttershy opened her mouth and spoke, putting it out as a mere squeak of words.

"What was that?" Spike grinned an inch away from her lips. "You'll have to say it louder."

"Y-Your penis."

"It's been a while since I've heard that sweet voice of yours, though your words are rather vague." Spike lowered himself down her body, his cock sinking into the fur of her chest. "What do you want me to do with my penis? There are so many options, like rubbing it against your belly." He rubbed his shaft down to her underbelly, feeling her fur brush against his cock.

Fluttershy whined at feeling his cock rub along her frame, her thighs rubbing together as her pussy burned like never before. She then felt it, his cock against her crotchboobs, rubbing back and forth just above her pussy, so close and yet so far away, his ridges sometimes pressing against her exposed clit.

She cried out in a moan.

"My v-vagina!"

"Now we're getting somewhere, but where? I have no idea." Spike's legs folded as he sat just before her hind legs, each one pressing against his side and holding him in place, leaving her pussy fully exposed to him. "Do you want me to finger your vagina?" He brought his sharp digit to her entrance, sliding it around the slick fur of her vulva, making the mare arch her back as it dipped further inside her with every pass. "This must be so great, and yet, so awful for you. C'mon 'Shy, you've already come halfway, don't just submit because you're too scared to ask for what you really want."

Spike knew that this was the turning point, that she would either come out with it or just simply cum, and he conspired to put the choice into action before he could torture the poor mare any further. His digits slipped past her folds, being careful as he scratched at her walls, a thumb rubbing at her clit and never letting up.

Fluttershy thrashed in place from the overwhelming sensations that were threatening to burst out of her at any moment, her pussy being assaulted by digits far too skilled for their own good, exploring every inch inside her vagina and flicking at the spots that made her back arch, finally coming to find her g-spot on the ceiling of her pussy. With her two most sensitive areas being attacked with no end in view for the assaults, the mare knew it was only a matter of seconds until she would finish—a finish without the dragon cock she desired above all else.

There's only so much a shy mare can take before they break.

"P-Please, Spike!" Fluttershy threw her forelegs up and around the drake's neck, using him to hoist herself up as she brought her muzzle to the side of his ear, whispering there: "I can't take this anymore! I w-want you fuck me with your dragon c-cock, to ravage me like an animal during mating season! Please."

Spiked smirked. "Your wish is my command."

He slid his cock down from her crotch and hovered an inch away from her pussy. Then, without a moment's notice, he thrust his cock past her puffy folds and into her tight tunnel, shooting all the way inside of her as his tip pressed against her cervix and shot a dribble of pre-cum.

"Finally!" Fluttershy clenched her thighs and her walls, feeling her pussy well with juices after being teased—by both dildo and dick—for far too long. She soaked his cock with her juices as she kept him inside of her, the drake not minding as the mare enjoyed her heavy orgasm—the one she had worked for and earned.

Spike felt her walls undulate along his shaft, and while it stood fully erect and enjoyed her tightness, it still had yet to finish itself. He kept quiet while he let the mare enjoy the reward of her efforts, but he wasn't done with her by a long shot.

Fluttershy fell back into her pillow with an audible sound, feeling her chest heavy with every pant while pink strands covered her face. Never before has she reached such a high peak in her orgasm, and as she rode the afterglow, she couldn't help but feel like something was missing.

"Hey... Fluttershy?" The voice seemed so distant to her now, and his body was nothing but a purple and green blur. "Seems like you've come down a bit. Think you're up for trying something new?"

"Y-Yes, please." Fluttershy whimpered at how his body pressed against hers, at how quickly this was all unravelling, how she wanted even more. "I've never felt this good before. I've never felt this whole before. W-We finally made love, b-b-but it doesn't really feel like we did."

As her vision began to clear, Spike's smile became more clear.

"I really want you to f-fuck me again." Fluttershy didn't hide away after saying the words, instead inching up to kiss him on the cheek. "I want you to do whatever you will, to fuck me and feel me up, just do anything to me, please."

"Fuck." Spike sighed as his cock grew another inch. "You're far too cute for your own good, you know that, right?" All he got in response was a knowing and sweet smile. "But your wish is my command."

Spike began to slide his cock slowly out of her pussy, feeling her walls lessen around him as they already obtained their desire, allowing him to slide out and slam back in, a few times with ease, her muscles too spent to resist or to conform. If he really wanted to, he could just fuck the mare to his own standard and just cum for himself, but such an act would fail to be sex—at that point, he'd just be banging a flesh-light.

'This isn't going to do,' Spike thought to himself as he got a few more thrusts in, eyes scanning across the room. 'She just came, and it'll be a while before she does so again. There's gotta be a way to speed this up.' His thoughts came to the nature of how all this began, the dragon dildo, and brought about the question: 'Just what kind of other toys does she have laying around?'

His eyes finally came to the side of the bed, where standing with its flaps open, was the box with the assortments of sex toys. He raised an eyebrow at first, then quickly realized that, with his dick deep in pussy, he didn't care enough to question it—he just grabbed the first thing that made contact with his claw, which just so happened to be an egg-shaped vibrator.

"Here." Spike held the vibrator before her yellow muzzle, making her cheeks blush in an embarrassment of recognition. "I want you to lick this."

Fluttershy stared at it for a few moments longer, bringing her muzzle closer and carefully, letting her tongue slip past her lips and lick at the toy. They were small licks at first, almost in fear that she would get hurt if she dared anything more, but after licking further up and down the surface of the toy, she soon began lapping like it were ice cream.

The drake, however, was not satisfied.

"It's going to need more lubrication than that." He turned the toy so that its tip faced her muzzle. "I want you to suck on this and get it properly wet, understood?"

Fluttershy nodded as she opened her mouth and took the tip of the vibrator into the deep recesses of her tight muzzle. She made sure to swirl his dick across the surface, giving it extra care and lick to ensure it was covered in a layer of her saliva, taking in more of the toy when she was sure everything so far was wet.

As Spike watched the affair take place, he was rather sad to choose the vibrator instead of his dick—Fluttershy was a natural.

After a few moments went by, and a vibrator became positively wet, the drake slowly pulled it out of the mare's mouth. Then, without another word, he lowered the toy down to her crotch, past his cock and just above her tail, pushing it into her puckered star as she began to suck the object back anally.

"There, now that should speed things up a bit," Spike said with a grin, watching Fluttershy's expression change to confusion as, though she'd taken the vibrator up her butt, the thing was still off. "Wait a second," he said the moment she opened her muzzle, which was quite convenient because at the exact same time, he flipped a switch, and the vibrator trembled to life at max intensity—the poor mare cried out at the top of her lungs.

Spike smiled as she felt her walls clench once more on his cock. Her pussy was coming back to life in search of a second-round, her tunnel becoming tight while her thighs began to rub together. But this wouldn't be enough for the drake, who, while in her moment of joy, lifted her into his arms and brought her to the edge of the bed, turning her around so that her chest was against the bed and her rump was up in the air for his taking.

After doing so much to make sure Fluttershy could get off as well, the drake saw nothing wrong with giving himself a little boost. With nothing in the way of his thrusts, his two claws were free to do as they liked, and the first thing they went after was the mare's breasts. He cupped them, and he squeezed them, often in tandem with his thrusts, feeling up her rack as if to ingrain their feel into his memory.

The duo was in the apex of their unrestricted pleasure, two lonely souls brought together in a strange act of intimacy, bolstered by their carelessness of the absurdity of their situation—all they knew was that they liked one another and felt good. To them, that was all that mattered.

Fluttershy knew she wasn't going to last much longer, from the dragon dick in her pussy and the vibrator up her ass, to the claws feeling up her breasts and the masculine musk of her lover—it was all too repress as her body became wet and something built in the base of her crotch. The drake seemed to be on the same course as her, waiting so long to finish as well as supplied with some of her finer qualities—the two could feel ready to blow together.

Spike felt his cock give one last throb as his finish was coming, slamming himself deep into her pussy as his tip pierced through her cervix, feeling his cock knot to the entrance to her pussy as he came inside her womb. This act, accompanied by the heat of his juices building in her innermost being drove Fluttershy over the edge as she too cried, squeezing his cock harder than before and soaking it with her juices, though, in fear of waking the animals in the cottage, the drake arched forward. He pressed his muzzle into hers, deeply kissing the mare as she cried and moaned into his mouth.

The kiss lasted for the course of the orgasm. Spike enjoyed holding Fluttershy in his arms, of feeling her soft lips against his as she kissed him just as passionately back. He was careful in lowering her frame onto the bed, soon following after her, their lip-lock still in effect.

The two shortly broke away after the need for oxygen was made apparent to them both.

"I'm not sure what I should be saying after that," Fluttershy said from across the drake, the two lying down only inches apart. She smiled up at him. "I've always fantasied about this happening, about having real sex with a real c-cock, but I never thought it would actuallyhappen."

Spike only smiled in response.

"I've always liked you, but I wasn't brave enough to say anything." Fluttershy smiled back at him with most of her mane draped over her face. "So I guess I want to thank you for pursuing me yourself." Slowly, her eyes began to close, and the mare fell into a deep slumber, though she never lost the smile of an angel.

Spike brought his claw to her muzzle to push back her mane, allowing her face to fully nuzzle against her pillow. He decided to lay with the mare for quite some time, hugging her against his chest and stroking his digits through her mane, working out any knots created by their lovemaking session.

After some time and a little shut-eye, he felt his cock begin to shrink after obtaining its bliss, unknotting itself from her marehood and beginning to pull back into its slit. The drake wasn't content to let the day end just yet as he soon disentangled himself from her forelegs and got out of bed.

The first thing that caught his eyes was the vibrator that had fallen during their sessions, picking it up and wiping any lingering juices against his thigh, placing it back in the box and sliding it under her bed—a place where most mares hid such things if the stash under Twilight's bed was to be believed.

Once that was done, he came to the end of the bed and picked up the blanket, pulling it over the mare just up to her neck, letting it rest there as the mare sighed at the added comfort. He leaned forward, kissing her forehead, whispering in her ear to have good dreams.

He then turned to the window, and feeling particularly nostalgic, jumped out of it.

V | Dashing Through the Rainbow

Author's Note

V | Dashing Through the Rainbow

~ V ~

Dashing Through the Rainbow

As he wandered down the trail that led back into town, Spike marvelled at the fact that he was still awake and walking, much less alive from all the previous events. Every confession was met with love-making—which didn't allow him much breathing and thinking space. Thankfully, nothing bothered him today, and so he wasn't too fussed about it.

It wasn't long until the blur of passing ponies greeted him on either side, and the green landscape subtle changed into buildings and statues. Out of the corner of his eyes, some ponies looked up at his presence with turned and tilted heads, some ponies turned away at the sight of him, and before any feelings of alienation could settle inside of him, the drake placed his claws behind his head and gazed up at the clear blue sky.

His heart was set at peace in a second.

"Looks like Rainbow Dash didn't cut any slack today." A smile swept across his lips as his first memory of her was evoked, the sight of the cyan blue clearing all the clouds in under ten seconds making him giggle while infusing his heart with admiration. "Maybe I'll even see her in action one of these days. Heck, actually see and visit Cloudsdale, for that matter."

It was a well-known fact that, even though planning and embarking on a trip is fun, nothing quite beats the sensation of embarking on a quest spontaneously—of dropping everything in your life, along with a couple of friends, and chasing after your desires in a long fit of laughter and disbelief at your sudden actions.

The only issue in the previous statement is not the negligence in one's duties, but rather, convincing one's friends to do the same.

"Crud, it may be too late to go." Spike glanced right along the sky, seeing the sun making its way westward. "I'm already spent as if, and I probably get there as everything was closing."

This, of course, was followed by everyone's favourite pair of words.

"Fuck it."

The walk to Friendship Castle was brisk with the door, for some odd reason cracked opened. Spike was careful walking in, knowing that Twilight would be anything but pleased with him at the moment, but as he carried himself down the crystal halls, all that was heard was the sound of his own footsteps.

In hindsight, more care should have been paid toward this fact, but Spike was careless.

He soon travels through the halls and up the stairs, passing through yet another corridor and then a set of large doors—something pushed open with relative ease as light, and a breeze cut into the building.

The Twinkling Balloon eclipsed the sun as it was but naught a halo to it. The drake failed to remember the last time he'd been inside of it, much less being allowed to operate it. As a dragon, it was in his blood to dream of flying across the sky. Still, with the absences of wings, his distant hope quickly turned into despair—though as his claw claimed the side of its basket, he was determined to change despair back into hope by the efforts of his own stupidity.

Spike hopped over the basket, settling in place after a few steps. He looked up, finding the burner without gasoline. This wasn't an issue for the drake who, after inhaling deeply and feeling a fire build in his chest, grinned as he tasted his own heat reach its apex as he blasted upward a steady green jet of flames that shot into the balloon.

The heat of the fire expanded the balloon, and in the same burst of momentum, the balloon short forth into the blue sky—along with one passenger screaming with joy as he felt himself being whisked away into the blue beyond.

Spike couldn't contain his excitement as he leaned over the basket, seeing the castle below shrink and become more distant, a slight commotion happening on the ground at the balloon that suddenly rocketed into the sky. He waved to them, doubtful that he would be seen, but he was too ecstatic to care about such trivialities.

The sky was even more gorgeous up close. The air was cool but refreshing, his stomach feeling week, but his body filled with a sense of freedom. The balloon tore forward a little faster than before, each burst of flames bigger and more powerful than the jet that came before.

Spike couldn't believe it—he was going to Cloudsdale after all these years! He heard the stories and whined when the girls kept going without him, it was always a place he dreamed about without having seen. His life, once considered meaningless in the confines of his room, was now something of worth with a destination in mind.

Then it came, off in the distance from his trusty sail, the floating city that was home to all that is magic and pegasi. The city itself was the epitome of busy, with pegasi flying from and to the many entrances and docks the place had to offer, many just going for a stroll with their wings instead of their hooves. This simple fact made the drake place his elbow on the basket and look, watching the life and seeing the many building made of clouds, leaning forward as his interest kept being piqued. He needed to get closer, to see more of this amazing place and to know more about this different way of life, leaning forward so much that, after a gust of wind attacked the balloon, he had no way to counter-balance himself as he slipped over the basket and into the open sky he wanted to soar across so badly.

But instead of soaring, the dragon was now plummeting to his death.

The frigid wind raced up around his plummeting body, hissing in his ears with the unsavoury sight of the ground below growing with every passing second. His body felt light against the current, except this time, he didn't feel as free as he did before. HerHis arms began to tremble as a scream began to build in his lungs, but the moment it found its escape, something entirely different happened.

"Meh." Spike turned around in his falling, the oppressive current now comforting to his back like a bed made of thin air. It only took him a few moments to stretch out his arms and then his legs, yawning all the while, before bringing his claws to the back of his head and getting himself some long-needed shuteye. "If I'm gonna go, I might as well go out in my own way."

"Too bad that's quite a way to go." Spike opened his eyes to a pegasus falling alongside him, forelegs behind her head as her chromatic mane blew upwards from the wind. She was smiling at him. "Can't say I've seen you around these parts, or heck, much of you anywhere for that matter."

"Bit of a long story."

"Longer than the drop to your death?"

"Probably," Spike said, shrugging. "Think you'll be able to save me, or am I doomed with a capital D?"

"If it were anypony else, they'd be scraping you off the ground." Rainbow turned onto her front and pressed a hoof into her chest. "Luckily for you, a Wonderbolt will be saving the day!"

"...I thought you were only an honorary member."

"Details, details!" She crossed her forelegs. "You wanna be saved or not?"

"Guess I don't really have a choice here, but then again, you would be on the top of the list for anything else."

“I would be on the top period.” Rainbow glided past his legs and tail and along his body, putting her forelegs under his arms as she pulled his chest against her own. She did the same with her hindlegs, wrapping them just above his crotch, and with the drake secured against her, she put her wings to work. "Now, let's just see if we can reach the top."

"Reaching the top with our bodies pressed together, with one us heaving as she worked and the other doing absolutely nothing? Oh yes, I can see myself not being the top more often."

Rainbow's cheek tinted pink. Whether this was from exertion or something else was to be decided.

"Agh!" Rainbow felt her wings fail for a second, the two dropping a few feet for they picked up the slack again, flapping harder before their owner began to groan. "Last time I saw you, your head didn't even come up to my flanks!"

"Which is convenient," Spike said as the floating city came into view, "because now my claws can reach your flanks quite easily."

Rainbow chuckled, and then a moment later, narrowed her eyes. "You better not be getting any funny ideas from this."

"I've got a few knock-knock jokes in mind."

"Keep them and your claws to yourself." Rainbow struggled to get the words out, to keep the conversation going although she was going to fall any moment, and it would be the end to both of them. Her gaze shot about for any kind of solution, an improbability in the sky for its absence of things. "Wait a second, is that..."

Spike didn't have time to finish her through as he felt the two of them begin to dive, cutting through the air as their bodies plummet once again, and before he could turn to look, he felt the hooves holding him close let go as though he were cargo.

The free-fall to his death, this time, only lasted two seconds.

Spike felt himself collide against the base of the basket, the hot air balloon swinging upon his impact, though it only took a few moments to it to become steady and for the drake to return to his feet. Once he had done so, he was greeted by the sight of Rainbow Dash, hooves resting on the edge of the basket as she held on with a grin.

"Now this makes a lot more sense," Rainbow said. "I was trying to figure out how you made up here in the first place." She began scanning the basket. "Say, where's Twilight anyway? Not like her to let you fall like that."

"Dunno." Spike shrugged. "Last time I saw her was this morning. She wanted to spend the day doing chores, so I deiced to jump out of a window instead."

"Did you now?" Rainbow pulled herself up on the edge of the basket, keeping herself balanced on it, the sight similar to that of a cat as she fluttered her wings and inspected his head. "Just what else did you do today, hey, Spike?"

"A lot of kissing and telling," Spike replied as the pegasus placed her forelegs on his head, feeling her run her hooves along his scalp. "Only the telling came before the kissing, and I was telling everyone about how much I wanted to kiss them."

"Didn't know hitting your head made you more sarcastic."

"I didn't hit my head!" Spike pulled out from her contact. "Just... woke up feeling a bit different than usual. In fact, I'm feeling better than usual."

"Riiight," Rainbow said, hopping into the basket as well. "Good for you. I'm sure Twilight will love to hear all about this once we get you back home." She rose onto her hind legs and began to fiddle with the burners. "Just as soon as I can figure this out."

"It won't work without my fire," Spike said simply, earning the mare's gaze as he leaned back against the basket. "And I'm not going home right away either. I'm going to Cloudsdale, and no matter what, I'll be getting to Cloudsdale."

"What if I got in your way?" Rainbow fell back onto all hooves, stepping toward him. "What if I made you turn this balloon around and forced you back into the castle?"

Spike stepped forward as well. "I could take you."

"Really now?" Rainbow began rocking herself left and right, causing the basket to sway and the balloon to shift in its course. "Wouldn't take much to flip this baby and watch you fall again. Think you can take me then?"

"Only if you got close." Spike began rocking himself as well, the basket quickly becoming unsteady. "I don't mind falling. Heck, I don't even mind dying so long as they're choices I made for myself."

"Is that so?" Rainbow stopped rocking and squinted an eye. "You're really going to be that stubborn?"

"Better stubborn than a slave." Spike grinned as he stopped rocking. "So, what's it going to be?"

Rainbow Dash studied him for a few moments, watching his every movement and expression, searching for any cracks in his will, but as the stare-off continued, it became too apparent to her that the dragon standing tall was resolute in his words.

She couldn't help but grin, her teeth glinting in the sunlight. "What are you waiting for then? Set sail to Cloudsdale!"

Spike watched her for a moment later, waiting for a break in her character or to spring some kind of trick, but as her grin persisted under his examination, so too did one of his own stretch across his lips; a moment later, they split apart as a jet of fire whisked the balloon ever north.

"Wooooo-hooooooo!"

The screams of excitement shot across the sky as the speeding balloon cut through any cloud that got in its way, the floating city of rainbows growing ever larger and closer. Rainbow, who tucked her forelegs against the rim of the casket, turned her head and looked up at the drake in the same position. "Hey, big guy! Isn't it about time we cut the speed?!"

"Are you kidding!?" Spike kept leaning forward as the current of wind rushed past his face. "This is amazing! Why would I ever want to stop?"

"Maybe because the city is coming right at us!" Rainbow's forelegs slipped from the rim as her body fell back into the casket. She quickly landed on her hooves, lightly shaking her head as she gazed upward at the hanging controls. "Now, where's the breaks?!"

"No idea!" Spike said as he soon broke into laughter. "I just shot fire into the balloon and hoped for the best!"

"You moron!" Rainbow stumbled left and right as the casket shook more and more. "How could you think getting into a hot air balloon without learning about it would be a good idea!?"

"I didn't feel like playing around—I just wanted to fly!"

"Well, congrats!" Rainbow rose on her hind legs as her forelegs contacted the burner, fiddling with the leavers on either side. "Because now you're going to die!"

Spike leaned forward evermore as the wind whipped into his ears. The sight of Cloudsdale huge before him did not strike fear into his heart; in fact, he even reached out a claw towards it and slowly began to close his digits.

"C'mon... c'mon!" Rainbow cried as she began pulling down on the leaver harder and faster than the time before, sweat forming on her brow as her pupils shrunk at the sight of the city. A second later, a snap was heard, and the mare no longer found resistance when she pulled—in fact, she found the leaver detached in resting in her hoof. "Ah, crud."

"Hey, I just remembered something!" Spike cried out as he turned about, feet held a foot above the ground of the casket. "When I getting the balloon started and all that."

"What?!" Rainbow cried as she tossed the lever, coming before the drake as the city was only a few seconds away. "What did you remember?! Was it the breaks, a way to turn around—what is it?!"

Spike reached up to the burner and twisted the dial back. The balloon began to lose its momentum. He rose his claw to a set of hanging cords, pulling each one experimentally as the platform loomed below the casket. With all speed gone and control in the two cables, the drake fiddle with the ropes for only a few moments, coming to land the ballon on one of the few hard surfaces to be found in the city.

Rainbow hung over the casket, blowing up her mane. "You knew how to stop the ballon this whole time, didn't you?"

"That I did." Spike ducked to the compartment between his legs, taking out a vial and stabbing his claw into its cork, pulling it out and bringing the glass to his lips, chugging the contents. Afterward, he tossed the vial over his shoulder and hopped over the casket.

"You idiot!" Rainbow cried as her wings flared up. Once again, she would have to save the numbskull. "What are you…"

Spike's feet impressed on the cloud. It gently rebounded his weight.

Rainbow was slacked jaw. "Why…"

"Hey, mom." Spike raised his arms as he turned around. He grinned. "No wings!"

Rainbow hopped over the casket and landed on the cloud. "But how in the hay are you standing right now, much less falling to your death… again.”

"Give me some credit," Spike said, "I'm not a total idiot. Twilight perfected the cloud walking spell ages ago and condensed it into a potion. She always packs one or two in the hot air balloon just in case anything happens."

"I guess that makes sense." Rainbow walked over and rose onto her hind legs. Before the drake could question it, she threw her foreleg, as hard as she could manage, into his arm.

"And that doesn't make sense!" Spike stepped back and rubbed his arm. "What was that for?"

"For pulling a stunt like that and not warning me beforehand." Rainbow fell to her flanks and crossed her forelegs over her fluffy chest. "Now that we've taken care of that, it's about time you did some explaining.

"There's nothing to explain," Spike replied with a raise of a claw. "I wanted to get out and explore Cloudsdale, and now that I'm here, I plan on doing exactly that." He gazed about the street of homes made of small clouds, up to where rainbow sporadically poured from the sky, then off to the distance to where the blue sky loomed. "Still can't believe I'm actually here, to be honest with you."

Rainbow was silent for a moment as she followed his gaze. "That's something I'm gonna agree with you on... gonna need you to explain it as well."

Spike slumped.

"...over some cotton candy." Rainbow grinned up at him before beginning down the street, flicking her prismatic tail. "Or maybe we'll talk after we've had some pizza." She nodded as she paused, looking back. "You coming or what? Figured you'd be sprintingsince you almost died to get here."

Spike gave a laugh as he quickly caught up to her, and together, the two began walking down the street to the distant hub of the city.

"I can't believe you used to work here."

"I know, it's pretty awesome—just like me." Rainbow kept to the right of the tall dragon as they continued down the slim platform, a stream of rainbows pouring from above into contains down below. "Check this out!" Rainbow, with a cone of cotton candy held by her hoof, stuck it over the railing and into the liquid rainbow. Once pulled back, the pink fluff was now streaked in a rainbow fashion. "See?!"

"That is... cool!" Spike did the same with his cone, and despite having seen the results, he grinned ear to ear at his rainbow cotton candy. "It's so simple yet so amazing!"

"I know, I know, no need to say my name twice." Rainbow smirked. "But give that cone a lick, and you'll be repeating it anyway."

Rainbow parted her lips and shoved the tip of the cone in her tight muzzle...

Spike did precisely the same thing...

And at the exact same moment afterward, with Rainbow's wings shooting out, they shouted: "Amazing!"

The two quickly scarfed the remainder of their cotton candy. Spike took both of their remaining cones, and with a jet of green flames, quickly sent them away. He looked down at the pegasus. "I don't know how you do it."

"What, be amazing?"

"Sorta that, but not quite." Spike looked down to watch the mare as she walked. He was enamoured by her, from her bold steps to her chest stuck out, the puff of her fluff and glow of her mane. His thoughts became dirtier as gaze travelled along her sleek barrel to her flanks—fat enough to jiggle but firm enough to draw a fair share of eyes. "You've got a cuisine fit for a princess, and yet, you've remained more fit than one."

"I'd be a terrible Wonderbolt if I wasn't in my peak."

"And you're definitely at your peak in more than a few things." Spike fell back a step and inched his head right, watching her ass sway left and right in front of him, trying to get a glance at what was hidden beneath her tail.

She looked back and caught him instantly.

"H-Hey! No peeking under my tail!" Rainbow quickly lowered her trail as chromatic strands draped over her supple flanks. She quickly slowed her step and walked alongside him once more. "Okay, something's definitely different if you're pulling that stunt." Her cheeks tinted pink as she averted her gaze. "I thought you weren't even into mares."

"Oh, trust me, I'm into them big time." Spike looked forward as an open door loomed up ahead. "Just had trouble letting them know."

"Except for today, apparently."

"First time I've heard you complained about getting attention."

"Just keep your eyes focused on the storm clouds."

Outside the rainbow factory near the center of the city, the evening had finally taken its hold.

The cloudy streets of the city were filled to the brim with pegasi of all kinds of colours. The sky saw constant flying and traffic as shadows passed over the ground below. The place was so otherworldly to the likes of Ponyville, though in some aspects, a lot of things were still the same.

This was sort of scene Spike watched from his chair inside the pizza joint, on the opposite side of a high table with Rainbow on the other end, both with pizza in their claws and hooves that were soon fed into their mouths.

"That's it, really," Spike said as he took another bite of his slice. "I was wasting my life away, waking up just to do chores so I could retire back to my room, becoming more bored and depressed. I needed to break out somehow, to just... do something new."

Rainbow nodded.

"I realized that, if you skip out on life long enough, you feel the need to play catch up." Spike chuckled, throwing the crust inside his mouth. "No fear, no excuse, no regret—I was going to make up for lost time and dreams even if it meant crashing and burning with that hot air balloon."

Rainbow leaned back in her seat. "Gotta give you credit and say you grew some balls, Spike." She snickered. "Let's just see if that attitude holds up after Twilight gets a good look at her destroyed balloon."

"I'll find a way to pay her back."

"Oh," Rainbow said, "I'm sure you will." She put the remainder of her slice back into the box of pizza. "So what's the gameplan—"

“Well if it isn't Rainbow Crash.” The drake and the mare turned their heads to the chime of the door, finding a trio of stallions walking into the joint. All three of them came in their direction with grins pulling at their muzzles. "Funny seeing you here without broken glass all around the floor."

"And it's funny seeing you here with all those bits you don't make." Rainbow glared at Dumbbell, the leader of the pact, as he came up to their table. "Did ya have to give a special service to some unfortunate stallion just to make it through the door?"

"Funny a fillyfooler should be talking about stallions." Dumbbell rose to his hind legs, leaning forward and stealing a slice of pizza—the very one she put down. "How you face flares pink at the very prospect of talking to a real stallion. You're so pathetically cute." He brought the slice to his lips, kissing at where she had taken a bite. "Mmmhmm. I can still taste your saliva.”

"W-Who said you could take our pizza!" Rainbow threw herself forward at him, her muzzle an inch away from his. Spike watched the event unfold, taking another slice and beginning to eat it silently. "You're going to pay for this whole box when you're done!"

"I do not mind paying in the slightest." Dumbbell titled his head right. "I'll meet you out back and show you what a real stallion can do." He returned to all four hooves. "The only chance you'll get at being anywhere near a cock, so really, you should be thanking me."

"You'll be getting a hoof in your mouth if you don't back away." Rainbow rose from her seat as she meant to drop to the ground at a moment's notice. "There's not a pony here that'll take issue with me wiping the floor with you."

"I seriously doubt that, my love." Dumbbell chuckled as he stepped backward. "In fact, everyone in here loves me—hard not to, I believe." His gaze then fell on the silent drake, his grin growing wider. "Ah-ha! Now everything is starting to make sense."

Rainbow raised an eyebrow.

"The rumour of you being a fillyfooler must have driven you a bit crazy, eh?" Dumbbell snickered. "I mean, who else would be so crazy as to date a purple lizard?" He glanced at the drake just to see him too focused on his pizza to be bothered. "Hey, lizard! I'm talking to you!"

Spike looked up at him and tilted his head.

"Don't you know your kind isn't wanted here?" Dumbbell grinned once more at recovering his edge. "Your kind brings about fire and chaos, fear and death. The insanity of a sister is the only reason why Princess Celestia permitted her birth." His eyes narrowed as flame lit within his pupils. "She must be regretting that choice by now, wouldn't you agree?"

Spike responded by grabbing another slice of pizza.

"Hey boss," the brown stallion right of Dumbbell said, "he ain't saying nothin' to you."

"Yeah," the gray stallion right of Dumbbell agreed, "he's a bit of a quiet one, ain't he? Should we pull on his tongue and make him sing?"

Dumbbell rolled his eyes. "This one here is probably an inbred; his brother and sister joining together in the creation of his egg." He looked back at Rainbow and nodded toward the door. "So how about it, fillyfooler? How about the three of us take you out back and your stallion friend, oh, hehe, dragonfriend over there can watch." He snickered. "He'd probably get off to stallions running a train on you."

"W-W-We're not dating!" The embarrassment and anger of it all drove Rainbow back in her seat, putting her off guard. "And if you even think about putting a hoof on me, I'll take the three of you on, and you won't even know what happened to ya!"

"My my, is that a promise?" Dumbbell raised his hoof to her mane, just inches away from caressing her chromatic strands. "My boys have been getting restless for fight both on the streets and under the sheets, and you look like you'll do nicely for both, fillyfooler."

Rainbow flinched, and in that same movement, when she expected to feel that disgusting hoof upon her, she instead felt the smoothness of the back of a claw. She focused her eyes on the claw, shivering at the proximity of its sharp contours.

Dumbbell looked twice as startled and even more so afraid. "Y-Y-You let go of me, you brute!"

"As you wish." Spike threw up the stallion's hoof, momentarily lifting him into the air as he let go; in a split second, he had his fist cocked back, and as the stallion began to fall, unlocked his arm and unleashed a devastating punch across the stallion's face—sending him flying across the lobby as he collided into two wooden tables. "Now then, all three of us are going to have a little chat."

Spike stepped forward as he cracked his neck, stopping in place to do the same with his knuckles. "I don't care if you call me a lizard, or heck, even a monster—I'll just shrug that stuff off. But bully my friend?" He pummeled his fist into his palm. "I don't care what Princess Celestia may think after hearing about what happens here. No one bullies my friends and gets away with it."

The two accompanying stallions stepped aside from the towering drake, almost knocked out the exertion of his willpower. They looked back at their fallen boss.

"Just who do you think you are?!" Dumbbell placed both forehooves on the split tables, straining to push Himself upward. "A dragon hitting a pony? Could you imagine the headlines that will be made about this? How your primitive kind will never be allowed to mingle with the likes of us?"

"That's one thing you're right about." Spike stepped past Rainbow, who's jaw had yet to come back up. "Our kind will never mingle with the likes of you."

"You BRUTE!" Dumbbell pushed himself to his hooves and charged forward, pulling back his right foreleg as he threw it forward against the drake's stomach. "You dare think yourself above me?" Another punch, another hit; another hoof, striking again. "You are beneath me! Everyone should cower at my sight or suffer my might!" His speed of punches increased, though his target didn't retreat an inch. "Especially that CUNT of a fillyfoole—"

Dumbbell lost his breath as a claw gripped at the nape of his neck, its sharp contours conforming to his coat and digging at his fur, the force of the impact slamming his entire body against the ground and before the high table.

"No one is buying that heap of crap you just sprout." Spike bent his knees and brought his muzzle to the fallen stallion's perked ears. "Scream whatever nonsense you like about me once we're done, but until then, the only words coming out of your mouth is an apology toward the beautiful and talent miss Rainbow Dash." The tips of his digits pressed into the stallion's flesh. "Do we have an understanding?"

Dumbbell whimpered.

Spike tightened his grip.

"I-I'm sorry!" Dumbbell cried. "I didn't mean a word of what I said, honest!" He began to hyperventilate. "You've always just been so amazing that a… that a girl could do so much. It isn't fair!" His muscles relaxed when the claw let go of his neck. "All our attacks have been out of jealousy. A pegasus as strong and as beautiful as you is so unfair to a stallion like me—it makes me feel the need to put you down somehow."

Dumbbell cringed as a foot slammed down between his forelegs. He looked up the scaly ankle to the drake's face. "Coward."

Dumbledd tilted his head.

"You were the one with the misguided feelings!" Spike towered over him with his arms crossed. "You couldn't handle what you felt, and instead of confronting the pain behind your feeling, you inflicted that pain on someone else to escape it. On an undeserving accomplished mare no less!"

Dumbbell rose to his hooves. He kept his head low.

"The next time someone makes you feel inferior," Spike said, leaning over to grab Rainbow's hoof and pull her to his side, "focus on yourself instead of them. Maybe you'll actually fix something instead of making the world worse for it."

"Hey!" Rainbow looked up at the drake from his side, wings flared and cheeks red. "I-I-I don't need you to defend me! And let go of my—"

"You're right!" Dumbbell circled around in place. Passing ponies on the street outside peeked inside the windows of the establishment, ears perked from the yelling and eyes glued on the conflict. "The one I should really be focusing on here is you!" He dropped his shoulders, changed his grin to a frown, turning around with his lips quivering. "Somepony help me! A dragon, a violence-loving beast, is trying to harm me!"

More ponies stopped and looked. Most had their eyebrows arched.

"Oh, c'mon, you coward!" Rainbow squeezed the drake's claw, pulling him back as she turned around. "Quick Spike, we need to get you out of here!"

Even when he was being yanked backward by the pegasus, Spike kept looking at the stallion. "Come on! I can take him and his boys."

Rainbow yanked his claw hard enough to turn him around, and with another pull, brought his sharp muzzle down an inch away from hers. "Do you think Twilight and Celestia can take hearing their favourite dragon being a monster in the papers?" She glared over at the ponies flooding inside. "Doesn't matter if you're in the right or wrong if ponies are tricked about what really happened here."

Spike bit his bottom lip, and after a moment of silence, nodded his head. "Fine. You have a point. Let's get out of here."

With hoof in claw and claw in hoof, the two quickly fled the scene.

"It ain't much," Rainbow said as she kicked open the door to her apartment, a place to retreat whenever her hyper parent was in town, "but make yourself at home." She walked into the dark, compact room; streaks of light cut into the ground from the sole window. "Bathroom is at your right, and the fridge is to your left. Help yourself to whatever you can find."

Spike entered the room silently and closed the door behind him. He gazed about the room for a moment, the only furniture being a bed in the corner with the walls being devoid of any shelves or posters—it was hard to believe that minimalist and Rainbow Dash could ever go together.

And if Spike had to be honest, the simplicity of the room and of the mare was attractive to him. Back at his own room, he used every inch of space to fill with books and comics and his collection of various things, but the room felt too compact, too filled, that whenever he entered, he felt suffocated by all the things belonging to him.

"So when nopony can find you, this is where you hideaway." Spike watched as the mare settled on the bed, sitting on its edge as she looked up at him. Her head was tilted, and her rosy eyes glinted in the low light—a stunning ethereal beauty that could only be captured when the mare was silent. "Can't say I don't do the same every once in a while, and by everyone once in a while, I mean weeks at a time."

That elicited a soft giggle from the mare. She was smiling.

"Of course, it doesn't help when everypony knows where your room is." Spike stopped walking just before the bed, unable to look away from the cyan pegasus. "You got a pretty nice flat here. Thanks for showing it to me." He chuckled. "If I ever run away from home again and need a place to crash, can I just stay here?"

Rainbow giggled. "Sure, if you can steal the key from me and get a copy made."

"... can't blame me for trying my luck, then."

"That I can't." Rainbow continued to smile. After a second, she lowered her head. "So, about today, I kinda… y'know, wanted to thank you for the whole punch thing, and like, standing up for me when I got called a fillyfooler."

"Don't sweat it." Spike shrugged. "What's the story behind it, anyway? Sounded like a rumour Dumbbell started out of jealousy or somethin'."

"No...no. Dumbbell may have started the rumour, but only cause I gave him the fuel to start the fire." Rainbow sighed, looking away. "I... I seriously can't believe I'm going to tell you this."

Spike bent a knee as he smiled softly. "I promise not to laugh."

"Thanks." Rainbow looked at his face, blushing at its proximity. "The rumour about me being a fillyfooler started a long, long time ago. It was a time when stallions were.... when stallions were..."

"...when stallions were?" Spike added.

"When stallions were a bit scary," Rainbow finished with a shiver. She glared at him. "You can't laugh!"

Spike curled his lips inward.

Rainbow looked down. She sighed. "Most of the stallions I knew growing up were, well, bullies. They were constantly poking fun at Fluttershy me, and Celestia forbids, I ever let my guard down, those stallions would have just found a way to attack that would have really stung."

"I...never knew." Spike lightly shook his head, blinking. "I always imagined you were tough growing up, but I never thought about the reason that forced you to be tough."

"It's not exactly something that comes up," Rainbow said with a tilt of her head and a smile. "I found that over the years, I was caring more and more for my appearance and what other ponies thought of me. I...I needed them to think I was strong, that I was brave, so that way, if ever pony else believed it, then maybe I could believe it myself."

"I...I don't know what to say." Spike gazed about this beautiful mare, what every pegasus dreamed of being and the epitome of awesomeness. For so long, this very mare had been leagues above himself, and never in a million years would he think she suffered the same feelings as him. "So that means if you kept away from males because you were scared of them..."

"...then I was surrounded by females, and in more ways than one." Rainbow laughed despite herself. "Girls were just so much softer than guys and, I don't know, I always just felt the need to protect 'em and be close to 'em." She shrugged. "Of course, there were a few mares and a stray griffon that wanted to get a lot closer than I intended. I wasn't one to turn them down."

Rainbow laid back on the bed. Her hindlegs parted as she draped a foreleg over her soft furry blue tummy, another over her eyes. "I'm cool with the guys at work, and an incident like this hasn't happened in a long time, but it still always lurks in the background, y'know? Ready to sting the moment I let my guard down." She pulled the hoof over her eyes so she could gaze at the drake. "In fact, out of all the males, you're the one I've ever got the closest to." She smiled and giggled. "I didn't think about that until now."

Spike smirked. "Is it because I remind you of a girl?"

"A little before," she admitted with a sly smile, "but not so much now. In fact, you're lucky we got to know each other before, because if I were to meet you as the masculine dragon you are now, I'd probably be a bit afraid of you."

"Afraid of me?" Spike pressed a claw against his chest. “The great Rainbow Dash afraid of me? Today can't get much weirder than this."

"It's like how they tell you to never meet your heroes." Rainbow wrapped her foreleg over her eyes once more. "They turn out to just be fillyfoolers. At least, that's probably the case with me."

Spike wasn't sure how much more of this he could take to watch. No matter how many times he played her words in his head, something felt off about them; not that she was lying, but that she was still unsure about something. He decided to experiment.

"Are you sure you're a fillyfooler?" Spike asked as he stood back up, stepping toward the bed. "That all you want is to be with girls? That you couldn't possiblybe with a guy?" He made it to the bed and gazed down at the sprawled mare. "You've never had a doubt that you're fully a fillyfooler?"

"I don't know." Rainbow kept still as she stretched out her limbs, arching her back against the mattress. She always seemed to fidget when she was nervous or unsure of herself. "Males are still kinda scary, but deep down, I do wonder how sex with one would be like." She sighed. "To experience a real c-cock." She gulped. “Not a strap-on or a d-dildo, but the real thing.”

Spike felt a tingle in his crotch as he placed his knees on the mattress. Rainbow's soft, cute body laid between his legs, her frame small and her fur soft, body toned as her flanks were firm. Her tail trailed off the bed, twitching.

"Would you like some proof, then?" Spike asked as he lowered his chest to hers, dwarfing her petite form. "To set the record straight once and for all if you're truly a fillyfooler or not?" He dipped his muzzle to hers, seeing her eyes still blocked by her slim leg. “Because I can be and offer all the proof you need.”

Rainbow turned her head along with the sheets and rose her head. Before she could phrase her confusion, a pair of thin lips pressed themselves against her, making her eyes widen and her cheeks breath, any air exhaling sharply through her nostrils.

Spike was kissing her! Her entire body urged her to struggle against him, to slap his face away and kick his chest off her. She should have yelled at the top of her lungs for him to leave at once. Never before had the mares she brought to bed been so dominant; it's always been her taking charge! She was a fillyfooler, plain and simple.

So why did she begin to press her lips against his?

Rainbow almost wanted to laugh at the taste on his lips—traces of leftover barbecue sauce from their pizza earlier. A part of her couldn't believe that she was kissing Spike, at how alien the sensation was to her body. Mares were always soft and delicate in her grasp, the fur of their lips just begging to be nipped and pressed at, but with him, everything was different.

Spike was hard. Just from his lips alone, it was like she was kissing a flexible rock, resolute and tasty. There was something about the hardness of the scales on his lips that drove her wild, that made her mesh her furry lips against, trying to feel more of them and to press further against them—the urge was too inexplicable to describe but fuck did it feel so fucking good!

Finally, and quite sadly to her, Spike broke the kiss and trailed away. A bridge of saliva connected their lips; neither one having the heart to break it.

"Sorry about the surprise," Spike said as he held himself over her, his body engulfing her vision. "I needed to do something definitive to prove your feelings to you." He chuckled. "Deeds over words and all that other stuff you like to say." His expression turned guilty. "So, how about it? You wanna swear off males for good after that?"

"...t-tongue." Rainbow arched her back up, reaching her forelegs around his neck. "If anypony, no, any dragon stands a chance at spreading my legs for the opposite sex, it would be you, Spike."

"I am so glad you said that," Spike said with an awkward grin, glancing down and between his legs. "I might have gotten a bit passionate during our kiss, and, well..." Spike shook his head. "I'm just going to be honest—you're fucking hot, Rainbow."

Rainbow's eyes trailed down his broad chest as he spoke, coming down and across his chiselled abdomen until, finally, she saw his cock dangling between his legs. She blinked at its length, having only seen toys and imitations, but never the real thing.

"...wow." Rainbow's face was completely red, and she felt the sudden urge to hide behind her mane. "I-I-I never seen a real one before...so up-close." She squeaked as he crawled off the bed, standing tall with his cock erect over the mattress. Ever so slowly, she began to crawl on her hooves across the bed, stopping near its edge as the dragon cock hovered above her head. "This is m-my first time here, so don't s-sweat if you gotta call out s-something I'm doing w-wrong."

Rainbow was shy in bringing her muzzle to the tip of his cock. She always had a rough idea of what they looked like, from toys she had and the few dirty magazines she looked at, but nothing had prepared her to what a dragon's dick would be like.

The tip of the dick hovered an inch from her muzzle. It was far sharper than any stallion, tapering near the top instead of the thick roundness a stallion's member had. She blew hot air on his cock, watching it throb from the contact. It needed attention, like begging her to do something, anything to please it.

Rainbow gave the tip an experimental lick. The taste was salty, but not at all unenjoyable. She went for another lick, and then another, and another and another, licking at his cock like was some kind of treat as she couldn't help but moan at his taste. She needed more of him.

And she intended to get more of him.

Rainbow opened her mouth and took the tip of his dick into the tight recesses of her muzzle. Clamping her lips near the end of the head, she swirled her tongue around his cock, intaking more of his taste and getting a feel for his shape, feeling pleasant bumps and ridges on its underside. Once she was comfortable and his tip covered with her spit, she progressed slowly down his shaft, taking more and more of his member into her mouth, tasting and licking at every inch of cock he had to offer.

Despite her 'head-first' attitude, Rainbow sucking careful at the cock. It was warm and alive compared to the toys she'd gone down on. It was soft, its surface reacting to her licks, throbbing acorss her tongue as it grew another inch.

She reached to the base of his cock, but in complete surprise, felt his tip press against the back of her throat—engaging her reflexes. At once, she gagged and pulled away from his cock, coughing into her wing. "S-Sorry about that. Not used to t-taking them so big."

"N-No, you were amazing!" Spike exclaimed, breathing heavily. "Are you sure this is your first time?"

"With a real dick? Totally." She curled her wing into her side. "I've gone down on a few mares with strap-ons, but I'm not really doing it to give the toy to pleasure." She smiled sweetly. "You're my first, Spike, and you tasted better than all those toys combined."

"You're pretty good for your first time, then." Spike exhaled. "I'm not sure this can get much better."

Rainbow smirked. "Oh, trust me, it's going to get a lot better."

Spike shivered.

"You seriously have no idea how long I wanted to do this." Rainbow sat at the edge of the bed, cute and cuddly, wings flaring at her sides. "Keep still while I do this. I'd had practice with toys, but this is my first time working with the real deal."

Rainbow's wings flared open in a total exposure of their might. Her feathers looked soft in their light blue hue while exuding a sense of power and strength. The wing then arched forward to over his cock, wrapping the feathers over the barrel of his member, enveloping him in its softness.

Slowly, her wing stroked up and down the length of his shaft, making it throb from the attack of softness and of force. The drake was forced to curl his claws and his feet, the sensation of having wing jerk him off unmatched by any mouth.

Speaking of mouths, Rainbow had brought hers to his tapered tip. She lapped away at his head, tasting his developing pre-cum and stating her arousal for now. After a moment of heavy breathing from the two, Rainbow grew comfortable in her wing job and decided to up the ante.

More of her mighty wing wrapped around his cock. She held it tighter than before, entirely using her wing to pump his shaft as she got him off, occasionally licking at his head to ensure not a dribble of his essence touched the mattress.

Spike wasn't sure how much more of his he could handle. Having a wing jerk him off brought him to his climax quicker than any time ever before, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, he had to concede that having a wing get him off was his fetish. It didn't help that Rainbow looked so cute from his cock, her rose eyes shining in the low light as she gazed up at him, lips curled in a smile with her tongue taking quick licks at his tip, eyes half-lidded with desire for him.

His cock throbbed and ached. The painfully wonderful sensation built in the base of his shaft, feeling it expand outward against its confines. The softness of the feather rubbed across the length while the bone of the wing became a blur in its speed, almost bringing him to his knees as his tip sputtered his seed, all of which shot inside the confines of Rainbow's tight muzzle.

She kept her maw open as his seed swirled on her tongue. One of her eyes was closed, the other half-lidded, cheeks red with her wing coated in sweat. Without breaking eye contact, she lifted her tongue and threw back his spunk, swallowing and mourning. Once done, closed her lips, licked them, then opened her eye. "Sweet on the tongue and burns in the chest. You should think of getting your jizz copyrighted." She snicked. "Though, then again, I doubt you'll be producing that content again soon."

She expected him to frown or cross his arms.

He instead smirked. “Now that's where you're wrong.”

Spike placed his claw on the bone of her wing, holding it still as she looked at him with confusion. He brought his other claw to her puffy chest, and ever so lightly, pushed her back onto the bed as he climbed over her.

"You've shown me the ways of the pegasi that I won't forget for a lifetime—which just so happens to be a very long time." He had her pinned to the bed, feeling massive as he had this tiny girl held under his weight. She was all the redder for it. "Now it's my turn to show you not what a male can do, but a dragon."

Spike brought his lips to against hers, feeling their layer of fur tickle his as they meshed together for a few moments. He broke the kiss only to bring his lips to her cheek, creating a trail of smooches that covered her fur from her throat to her furry blue chest, feeling just how toned and soft this mare's body was.

Finally, his lips travelled along her abdomen to the crux between her legs. Rainbow's tail was already lowered and draped over the edge of the bed, exposing her tight, needy puffy pussy to his lustful eyes. He drank the sight, appreciating the fur of her mounds and just how cute they looked, before driving his muzzle forward to take in more of his prize.

Rainbow threw back her head upon feeling his tongue grace upon her hot pussy, fighting back to rub her thick thighs together and lock the beast into place. She had been wet this whole time, needing something hard and thick to plunder her cave—scissoring with a mare could not undo what had been built up. Her pussy needed to be filled with something throbbing and alive.

She felt his tongue lap up and down her folds, cooling her pussy for the moment the two were in contact, but leaving the surface heated as the cool air only nipped at her mounds. The drake was a master of suspense, and at foreplay, for at the moment she was about to yell at him to get a move on, he took her clit into his mouth and suckled at her tight ball of nerves.

"Ooooooh yeah." Rainbow bit her bottom lip as she felt the drake go to town on her pussy, eating her out like a good little boy. She had so much control over him! Just feeling him between her legs, this big beast reduced to giving her pleasure, every act and destination concertinaed on her pussy. "You s-sure know how to work it, don't ya, big guy?"

His response couldn't be matched by words.

Rainbow felt his mouth open from her clit as his long tongue priced through her pussy, slipping past her tight folds and entering her narrow tunnel, stretching across its length as it reached her cervix. She didn't have enough mental stability to lock her thighs as pleasure ravaged across her body and tingled through her limbs; the long tongue licked and lapped at her inner walls, constantly in search of the spot to drive her over the edge.

And then he found it.

"Sweet Celestia!" Rainbow cried when the tongue found her g-spot, digging and swirling at it. Her pussy, overloaded with sensation, threaten to climax then and there; cum welled, and her walls clenched. "I-I'm not sure how much more of this I can take!"

Spike somehow found a way to make things better as he brought his sharp claw to her crotch boob, grabbing it and kneading it, squeezing and feeling and poking—and everything needed to send the mare into climax.

Spike pulled his tongue back seconds before her finish. He lapped at her entrance, drinking back her cum and tasting her essence, doing everything within his power to keep her good time going for as long as possible. Her climax wasn't the only thing he drank back, but just the sight of the mare, laid on her back, looking through the expanse of her tummy to her heaving blue chest, seeing her rolled-back eyes and warmed cheeks.

"You're a fast one, aren't you, Dashie," Spike said as he pulled away from her pussy, licking his lips. He smirked. "Tell me, did you finish faster because it was me?"

"You may have performed a bit better than some of my marefriends, but don't let that go straight to your ego." She sat up on the bed, her flanks tinted with redness. “You're not finished with me yet. You ready for the main show?"

"Oh, trust me, I can make it to the climax alright." Spike pulled off her body, coming off the bed so he could stretch. In truth, his cock was a bit spent, but nothing he couldn't work through. "The question is—"he cracked his neck as his gaze settled upon her "—can you?"

"That's not even a question and you know it." Rainbow rolled onto her front as her wings began to flare out. "These girls are a bit sore from lying on my back for so long." Her hindlegs raised her ass and pussy into the air, tail flicking aside to expose her agape and slick pussy lips. "That shouldn't be an issue for a dragon of your calibre, right Spike?"

Rainbow always needed to one-up everyone she met—it was an ever-present urge no matter the aspect of her life. Spike was a male, a fine and good-looking one at that, but the sake he was a dragon-filled her with the urge to become something more than him, to have an ace up her sleeve to make the playing ground even.

Which is why her jaw went slack when she felt his erect cock sink into the crevice between her flanks, her tail being held up one of his strong claws. Before she could even turn to look back at him, a gasp was stolen from her lungs as she felt his meaty cock pierce through her folds, slipping inside and plundering her inner depths.

Spike wasn't comforted by the same tightness of some of the virgins he'd fucked before. There was something drastically different from banging Rainbow, which was neither good nor bad from the previous mares, just a different way of attaining pleasure. The walls of her cunt were more loose compared to her previous mate, but because of this, her pussy had a way of massaging as opposed to before, when the walls only rubbed against him during his thrusts.

"T-That's it, Spike!" Rainbow threw her head back, mane sliding off her face. "I've never felt so f-filled before!" She gazed back at him, lip quivering. "P-Please hurry up already."

"Oh?" Spike couldn't stop himself from grinning as he pulled back, delighting in how her walls clenched around his cock, squeezing his length as only his tip stayed tucked past her folds. "So am I better than your dildos and strap-on?"

"You can't seriously think that I'll—"Rainbow cut herself short when she felt his tip exit her pussy, sandwich only by her furry blue folds "...okay! You got me—you're better than any toy I've ever played with, okay?!"

Spike arched himself over the expanse of her back, bringing his lips to her perked ears as he gripped tightly to the back of her mane. "Decent." He rocked his hips forward, penetrating his dick deep inside her once more. “But not good enough.”

"Y-Y-You fill me up!" Rainbow made herself wide when the meaty cock shot back inside her pussy, taking his whole length without an inch to spare. She then tightened her legs and clenched her pussy to try and keep him trapped inside her. "It's different from m-mares as well!"

"Oh?" Spike pulled out again once more, but saved her from torture as he rammed his cock back inside her pussy once more. The speed was slow but strong—tortuous to a mare that valued quickness above most. “Care to—mhmm—explain that?”

Rainbow was silent.

Spike pulled out.

"I-It's because I like being spread, okay?!" Rainbow glared back at him, somehow without malice. "I-I-I love the way how your c-cock spreads me open, f-filling up my p-pussy like none of my other toys can!"

Spike grinned as he grabbed the back of her hind legs, holding them down as his cock thrust up, spreading her pussy as it took all of his shaft. An all too familiar aching sensation developed in the head of his member, making it throb in flare while inside her depths, causing him to moan and groan as the walls clenched at its tip, trying to refrain it from leaving once more—a wasted effort as it rammed back in, slid out, shot back in again and again, building into rhythm and momentum as his hips got into a constant rocking.

"There's a w-warmth to having your dick inside me that... that... I dunno!" Rainbow felt his cock leave once more, pushing her ass into him as he shot his cock into her, rocking against his momentum to feel his shaft forcefully split her lips apart. His cock entered and filled her quicker, the impact on her walls causing her legs to tremble as her pussy was forced to become broader to take in his cock and thrusts. "Having a live thing inside of me just can't be explained, okay! Just... fuck me harder already!"

Spike brought his claws to her toned flanks. He slapped them, leaving a red claw mark as they jiggled in place. The sight was tantalizing as his cock flared once more at the sight, making him fuck her pussy harder and faster, kneading at the flesh of her cutie mark as his palms couldn't cup more of her ass.

Rainbow's butt had been something he wanted to grab for a while now. While Rarity had an ass to give and ass to share, Rainbow's flanks were smaller due to her size—what she lacked in fat she made for in firmness. The texture was like grabbing a blue marshmallow, the layer of fur accentuating the feeling of every squeeze of her toned flanks.

Spike could feel himself mantling a constant speed of thrusts, delighting in how the mare pushed against him as he rocked forward, the sharp and hard impact creating tingling sensations in his tip that demanded to be slammed upon again and again.

Grunts and moans and panting filled the room. Spike clenched his eyes at every cry the mare gave, but to him, she wasn't giving enough voice cracking goodness to send him over the edge. He aimed to fix that as his eyes fell on her still open wings, grinning as an idea sprung that would bring about his desires.

While maintaining his thrusts, Spike arched his body over the barrel of his love—the latter occupied with her bliss with her eyes closed. He hovered himself over her left-wing, trailing along its bone until, finally, he pressed his lips against the fur, nipping at it gently with his fangs.

Rainbow's eyes shot open. "W-What are you doing?"

Spike smirked. He went along the bone of her wing, nipping and kissing at it, working his lips against the sensitive area, working through the trembles and shudders that coursed through the wing itself.

"S-Spike!" Rainbow moaned and cried out his name, doing so again and again. Never before had her trembled under such intense care, or her plot worked and kneaded it while having her pussy railed all at the same time. "I-I'm getting close! Don't stop now, please. Go faster, faster!"

He was happy to comply as the building sensation in his cock was reaching its breaking point. The mattress was soaked with sweat and cum from the duo's efforts, a few orgasms having passed for Rainbow as she kept riding his cock, dedicated to finish properly alongside him.

It only took a few more seconds of thrusts and kisses, of moans and calls of the other's name that drove the duo to the bursting point of the pleasure that had been building for far too long. Spike felt his cock slam in and out of her pussy, loose coming in and tight coming out, getting a few more thrusts out until the base of his shaft could endure no more; he slammed his length inside of her while the base of his cock grew in size, knotting to the lips of her pussy just as her walls clamped down on his.

Spike felt his head sputtered his cum into her pussy, its burning quality shooting deep into her womb as it warmed her from inside; the act drove her to absolute lust as she slammed her ass above his crotch, pumping out whatever finish she could get from him. She screamed at the top of her lungs, feeling her tunnel pushed apart to its breaking point as her pussy welled with her own cum, clamping down hard on his cock as she rode out the bliss, of having every inch of her filled with dragon cock.

What followed was heavy breathing and tiny giggles.

Rainbow was still in disbelief at how she finally got with a male. Never before had her pussy more filled than when she had a live cock inside of it, moving against her walls and slamming into her depths, filling loins with a type of warmth and heat that no toy or mare could accomplish.

Slowly and without words, the two fell together onto the bed. Spike had his claws under her forelegs and wrapped around her barrel, holding her against his chest while she nuzzled her head underneath his chin.

They were still knotted.

"I can now, without a doubt, say that you are not homosexual, but instead, bisexual." Spike huffed as he cuddled against her. "Most ponies got you wrong because they didn't care enough to find out the truth. You've proven to yourself now that you're not a fillyfooler, so you don't have to care about the silly and wrong things those ponies say, alright?"

"First time I'm hearing words like that, but I like the sounds of it." Rainbow nodded, pushing her soft body against his hard scales, wanting to feel every inch of his body and stock up on feeling the sensations he had to offer. "Alright, you got me sold on the concept, Spike." She smiled gently up at him. "Thank you for doing this."

"Not a problem, Rainbow," Spike said with a chuckle, bringing a claw to her mane, stroking it to work out any knots. "Not a problem at all."

They both laughed in their afterglow as sleep tugged at their bodies.

VI | More Than Just Tea (Celestia)

Author's Note

VI | More Than Just Tea (Celestia)

~ VI ~

More Than Just Tea (Princess Celestia)

Spike awoke with a blink.

Soreness was the first thing to fade back in. No matter how he moved, his joints were stiff—and his back needed a desperate stretch—but down in his crotch, a faint pleasure from before still lingered in him. He cast his eyes downward, finding the cyan pegasus still in his arms and against his chest, her eyes just beginning to open as well.

"Mmhmm." Rainbow stretched out her cute little hooves as her back rubbed against her scales. Her eyes fluttered open, settling upward on the drake's face. "Mornin', big guy. Did ya have a good power nap?"

"You kidding?" He replied, twisting his back to work out some kinks there. "You keep being my body pillow, and not even Princess Luna can hit me with nightmares." He glanced down at his crotch, seeing his cock already shrunk and retreating to its cavity beneath his scales. "Though maybe a few nightmares wouldn't be so bad after all."

"Hey. Don't forget you're still in bed with me." Rainbow rolled in place, her fur and feathers tickling his scales as she laid face to face with him. "And about that. I seriously doubt you haven't had any practice in this with the crazy moves you pulled earlier." Her eyelids dropped seductively as she smirked. "You fancy kissing and telling, sailor?"

"Not sure that's kind of stuff I should—"

"Since when have you cared today?"

"Hmm." Spike blinked into space, waited for a second, and then shrugged. "You got me there. Alright. So I jumped out of the window this morning for the sake of it, ran into, and somehow, banged all the girls as I was trying to get away from Twilight, then decided to come to Cloudsdale because I wanted to." He began to stroke her chromatic mane with his digits. "Not much more to it than that—I just wanted to be truly free for a day."

"Hey, I can respect that!" Rainbow gave a light punch of encouragement to his arm. "Just a day to yourself to be yourself. We all gotta cut loose or else we all go crazy."

"Exactly," Spike said with a grin. "I'm not sure why, but right now, I feel like I can do anything. Doesn't matter what or who gets in my way. I'm going to do all the things I've always wanted, to actually do them before I become too scared again."

"Oh, is that so?" Rainbow raised an eyebrow. "You feel like you can do anything, huh?"

Spike nodded.

"You must feel like big stuff," Rainbow continued. "You got with all your closest friends on the same day, so that must mean you could make any mare yours if she knew how to flick her tail properly?"

Spike nodded.

Rainbow rubbed her forehooves together. "Alright big guy, I've got just the thing to test that newfound confidence of yours." Her voice became progressively quieter as she talked, causing him to bring his head closer. Soon, her lips were at his ear fin, smiling. "I dare you...to date the ruler of Equestria!"

"C'mon, Spike!" Rainbow cried as she hovered above the expanse of cloud. "What are you doing? Get the fuck down from there!"

"No can do, Rainbow," Spike replied as he laid back in the launch pad of the catapult he was in, which was aimed in the direction of Canterlot—at least, he hoped that was the case. "All my life, I've always dreamed of banging a princess. Now is the time to make fantasy into reality."

"It was a joke!" Rainbow threw up her forelegs. "No one actually dates the princess—she's a princess! She's like, unattainable and untouchable." She shook her head. "I'm not sure if I've seen Celestia even have a coltfriend."

"All the better." Spike looked over his shoulder and down at his back, seeing the parachute bag tight against him. He looked forward. "Even if I do fail, at least I can say I tried—which is all that's within my power." He brought his claw to the holding latch. "I've been missing her anyways. It's been too long since we last hung out."

Rainbow opened her mouth.

The latch was pulled.

The pad of the catapult was launched.

And the drake was flung across the sky.

Rainbow Dash sighed.

The day stretched into evening, and court was already over.

Princess Celestia found herself trotting along a long hallway, rolling her neck from a day spent sitting still at the throne. Day in and day out, it was always the same story: some trivial issues to be heard, a few irritated noble ponies to be assuaged, and more than a few stacks of paperwork waiting inside her private chapters.

The repetition of the monotony would have killed most ponies.

Princess Celestia, for better or for worse (mostly worse), was immortal.

It's hard to find a pony who hates hallways, but Celestia was one of them. It was always this particular hallway which was the fastest route from her throne to her chambers, from work to respite, but there was a catch to this path—the history of her kingdom was repeated each and every time she looked out the stained glass windows.

All her mistakes. All the tests she'd made her students endure. Many high points could make a smile on her lips, but the effort was quickly vanished by the failure that made everything come before being in vain. How many times had she walked this hallway? How many times has history repeated itself, both in the past and in the present?

Princess Celestia tried to ignore such thoughts. She was not a mare that could keep away from her duties, but even with her best efforts, depression seeped into her mind under a shadow of a passing thought.

She would have lowered her head and returned to bed, that was until something caught the corner of her eye. It was stained glass, the piece of history that always managed to lift her spirits—the picture of 'Spike the Brave and Glorious.

She paused before the glass, which was probably for the best, seeing how it shattered apart from a sudden impact on the other side. In a split second, shards of glass shot through the air as the story was destroyed, a parachute of all things floating into the hall as its owner collided against the floor.

The ground of the castle trembled.

Princess Celestia felt her throat tense as she prepared to call for a guard. The parachute deflated around the ground, conforming around its owner at its center. She waited with held breath as the intruder snaked their way underneath the fabric, causing her to step back with her eyes narrowed, horn charged at the one who destroyed the precious memory of her dragon.

The one who destroyed the memory of the dragon being, of course, that very same dragon.

"Spike?" Celestia felt her heart beat faster at the sight of blood on his cheek, racing toward him just as he came out from under the parachute. "Spike!" She was at once by his side, resting her soft white hooves on his left arm and helping him to his feet. "You've got a cut on your cheek! Oh my, are you alright?"

"A cut?" Spike paused as he rose to press his claw against his cheek, pulling it back a second later to find blood on his digits. "Huh, that's it? This was a much smoother landing than when I jumped out of the castle." He stood up and nodded to Celestia. He glanced over his shoulder at his entry point. “Well, smoother in some areas.”

Princess Celestia sighed as her dragon didn't seem to be all that hurt. She narrowed her gaze. "So, do you care to explain what has occurred here to me?"

"I haven't been fond of caring about anything today, so I'm going to skip answering that." Spike began to dust off his body, starting from his arms and then downward. "But I'll totally pay for that glass and all that—just send the bill to Twilight."

Princess Celestia was caught off by the reply, and as much as she shouldn't have, found herself giggling at the joke. The stress and dullness of the day were cut away by the shattering glass, and she was now in too good of a mood to become scornful—it had been too long since she saw Spike to get mad at him.

"Very well," Celestia said as she stepped in front of him. "Twilight will pay the bill for your mess, and you will be the one to clean it up." She tilted her head as a smile tugged at her lips. "Unless, of course, you would like to tell me the reason behind your sudden visit."

"That's it? Alright." Spike finished dusting himself off and stood back up. He took a step forward, the movement powerful and subtle, making Celestia blink as even she had to tilt her head back to look up at his face. "I was dared by somepony to have a date with the ruler of Equestria, and I plan to make them eat their words."

Princess Celestia should have been offended or mad, but all she could do was giggle and lightly push her dragon away. "Spike. I asked you to be serious."

"I am?"

"Oh, is that so?" Princess Celestia gazed up at him with a smirk, shifting her weight to the right. "And just how do you plan to take a princess like me out on a date?"

"That's the thing," Spike said, laying his claw on the white fluff on her neck. She didn't shake him away. "The first thing I learned when I stopped caring is that I spent too much time talking and not enough doing. What better to tell you my plan when I can just show it?"

In one swift movement, Spike brought his other claw to the princess flanks, and before she could protest, swiped her off her hooves as he used the claw around her neck for support. He held her close to his chest, almost blushing at the sight of her tummy exposed before his face as he held her bridal style. Her flowing mane and tail tickled at his scales as he turned around and began to walk forward.

Celestia was in a state of shock to even struggle or fight back against her position. Never before had a creature been so big, so bold as to carry her in such a style, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, her hooves were becoming sore, and she loved the feeling of being pampered, of being protected by a dragon as dashing as her Spike.

Spike didn't stop even as he reached the window he broke in from. With the use of his powerful legs, he sped up and jumped through the window much more with the princess in his arms, disappearing from sight.

Down the hallway, a door burst open. Guards ran in two files, filling the long hall with their weapons and armour clanking as the broken glass caught their sights at once. They filed over the disappearance of their princess, but they were too late to do anything.

Princess Celestia had already been kidnapped.

In the fewest words possible, Bakery Cafe was a cafe that sold bakery—but you probably already knew that. It was considered even by nobility as a natural landmark of Canterlot where all, no matter their size or status, fought for their space in both the line and for a table in the two-story establishment.

The set of wooden doors were kicked in by a scale foot. From the ones in line to the ones sitting down, all patrons looked to the sudden disturbance. None could stop their jaws from dropping as a dragon came inside with a stride, the princess of their kingdom held in his arms—who was too embarrassed to face her subjects as she pressed her muzzle into his chest.

She was blushing.

"Um, hi?" Spike had his attention caught by the sudden voice, looking to his right, where he found its source. Behind a wooden stand stood a pegasus of a brown coat but with red streaks of highlight running through her black mane. She was biting her bottom lip. "Can I, uh...help you my m-majesty?”

"She's just feeling a little weak," Spike said for the princess as he turned himself slightly. "Do you think we could score the VIP lounge? Or something private like that? Just something for the poor princess to gather her strength and get some food in her?"

“I-I-I see.” The waitress checked over her shoulder as she bit more and more of her bottom lip. "The thing is, today has been rather busy— "she turned to face them again, averting her gaze from his eyes "—and without a reservation, I'm not sure if—"

"Are you sure there's nothing you can do?" Spike held the princess closer to his chest, and upon the moment, the latter let her hooves dangle freely. Some patrons were rising from their seats so they may offer them. "I'd hate to create a panic here, but the princess skipped her breakfast today and has been light-headed since. If I carry her like this through the city, then ponies may get the wrong idea."

The mare seemed troubled in thought until, finally, she dropped her shoulders. "...I have a VIP room upstairs that'll be vacant for most of the evening. I was instructed to not rent it out, but if the princess needs it..."

"I promise she'll write a letter to both you and your boss." Spike felt something soft rubbing against his chest. He looked down at the mare in his arms, at the princess who had one eye closed and the other open, eyebrow arched. He smirked down at her before looking back at the mare. "Could you show us the way?"

It didn't take long for the princess and the dragon to settle into their private booth. The room was compact but comfy, from the leather couch that stretched into a 'U' shape to the wooden table set in the middle. There was no window on the walls or the door, and the only way they could be interrupted would be by the knock of the waitress.

Spike had set the princess down on the sofa, a blush very much still on her cheeks—one that became only brighter once he had sat down by her side. Even when sitting with her back straight and her fluffy white chest out, the drake slouched and was still a head taller than herself—she had forgotten what it felt like to be meagre, to be...weak.

On the table sat two slices of every kind of cake the bakery had to offer, along with two very tall and very chocolatey chocolate milkshakes. Spike had ordered them only a second minutes before, but the duo waited for the waitress to leave the room before they dug into their treats.

Princess Celestia leaned forward and picked up the plate with a rainbow-style cake. She cut off a part and stuck it into her mouth, coming to moan at all the flavours packed into a bite—she quickly had to wash it down with a swig of her shake. Then, upon swallowing, she promptly came to her senses.

"Why are you doing this?" Princess Celestia asked as she put down her plate. She looked over to the drake, who was too busy stuffing his face with cake to hear her. She tried again. "Breaking into the castle and then jumping out of it. Lying to get us a booth just so we could sit here and stuff our faces with cake—what is the point of all this?"

Spike took a few seconds to take a mighty gulp of food before replying. "We're supposed to be on a date. Haven't been on too many of them myself, but you're supposed to have fun with a mare you like and get to—"

"But why are we on a date?"

"Because Rainbow dared me to," he replied, picking up another plate, "and I never back away from a dare. My ego is too fragile for that. Besides, we haven't hung out in a while, and what better way to steal you away than with a date?"

"...you don't seem too hung up on the fact you've kidnapped a princess just to take her on a date."

"I enjoy doing stupid things." Spike threw the whole slice into his maw, mushing it with his tongue alone as he took his shake and downed a quarter with it. He took a big breath afterward. "Stupid things make me happy. Other ponies don't like it when I do stupid things, but I'd rather be happy than care about what they think."

"This will not go over easily," Celestia said. "I hope you know that. Even with my explanation of these events, there will still be repercussions for you to pay."

"I know," he replied, "I just don't care. Whatever happens, happens, and I'll find a way to deal with those repercussions in the most stupid ways possible."

Princess Celestia thought it over for a moment. She really didn't know why she was so pent-up, why she was fighting so hard against a respite she needed so desperately. She dreamed of this, of leaving and doing as she pleased, to just have one day to herself—and now she had it, alongside her dragon no less.

So the princess dropped her shoulders and slumped into the cushion. "Fine. If you're willing to pay the price for my respite, then I'm willing to go on a date for you." She blinked after saying that as realization dawned. "That is, what exactly do ponies do while on a date?"

Spike stopped eating at that. "...what do you mean?"

"A date," Princess Celestia repeated. "The thing that we're on. What do ponies usually do when they're on a date?"

"How do you not know that?" Spike couldn't stop himself from throwing up his claws. "You've been around since, like, forever! You must be a goddess when it comes to romance with all the experience you've got under your coat." Spike then blinked as his arms began to drop. “You do have experience, right?”

Princess Celestia only looked away.

"Really?" Spike said. "You? Impossible."

Princess Celestia kept looking away.

"There is no way!" Spike brought his knees onto the sofa and crawled closer to the shy princess, causing her to shift back from him. "You're the greatest figure when it comes to, well, figures! Both in figures and, uh, your figure."

Celestia tilted her head at that.

"You're the epitome of beauty to all who even glance at you." Spike returned to sitting properly, but still kept most of his body facing her. "There's no way some prince or noble or some other third thing hasn't tried to hit on you! Have you been shooting everyone down? What's the story?!"

"Spike!" Princess Celestia shot back as she shot forth. Her muzzle was both a few inches before and above his own. "You should know better to ask somepony else such questions! And a mare no less."

"Oh, come on!" Spike whined, though he dared not to raise his head. "You can't tell me that the goddess of beauty—"Celestia shifted at the words "—hasn't been with anyone in over a thousand years and not expect me to be curious. It just isn't fair!"

Princess Celestia did not move an inch, though her cheeks were tinted pink. "There are reasons why have truly dated nopony. The matter shouldn't even be a concern of yours."

"But it is," he said, spreading out his claws. "A big one." He shook his head and sighed. "You seriously telling me no one has fessed up in all these years? A comment from a guard? An engagement with a few gold diggers? A hero that saved you from a tower some time ago?"

"Like how you saved me from the castle?"

"So you have been on a date before!"

Celestia sighed and looked down at the table. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Spike, but romance is an aspect I've enjoyed only from the sight or fiction of. Duty and vulnerability have held me back from such a wonderful indulgence...among other reasons."

"I get the whole 'ponies being too afraid to flirt with me' thing, I really do. Ponies consider you to be, well, something more than a pony, something better than them, something divine, something untouchable." He let his head drop as empathy overcame him—being a dragon had a similar connotation to that of being a princess.

Ponies began to act strangely once the dragon had grown taller and more muscular. His smiles, once producing a wave from others, caused them only to cower as his fangs would reveal themselves. Friends were no longer such when they fled from the sight of him. The panic of his appearance soon calmed down, but no one dared to approach him—he'd become something other than normal, and it was up to him to bridge the gap of prejudice.

It too... was something that had been wearing him out.

"What about your students?" Spike wasn't sure how or why the words came tumbling out of him, but they caused his eyes to widen and his mind to fill with images of Twilight. "Surely they're the ponies that know you as more than just a princess. Twilight...Twilight didn't even flinch when I woke up one day and towered over her, so the same must be true of the students that got close to you."

"If only such a thing could be true, my loyal subject." Even though Princess Celestia came to sigh, a frown no longer occupied her muzzle. "All of my students, from now until my rule began, have been mares of great ability. I must confess my sexual preference has been something that eludes me for one simple reason..."

Spike leaned closer as he fought the urge to put his arm over her shoulders.

"All of my ponies, from my students to my subjects, are like children to this immortal soul—regardless of their age," she said. "When the infinite gaze upon the finite, it is difficult for one not to feel like a second mother. All love me, all adore me, all respect me, but none, not even my own sister, have forged true intimacy with me."

Spike gazed down at the table, his claws clasped as he was without words.

"This is the duty of being a princess," Princess Celestia said, looking over at the drake, "and the duty of being a second mother to all my little ponies...and dragons." Spike looked at her upon hearing this. She giggled. "I still cherish the moment I witnessed your hatching. Your egg was so alone and so frail, abandoned by your kind and resistant to pony magic, I thought you would lay trap forever in your solitude."

Spike couldn't summon forth any memories from his egg. His birth was a blur. No feelings should have overcome that which was forgotten, yet the words of the princess hit some buried truth inside his soul. A hurtful aspect that only the mare beside him could expand, and quite possibly, love.

"When Twilight was able to bring about your birth, she was still too young to properly care for another living being." The princess shifted closer to the drake, her soft coat rubbing against the scales of his side. "So it became the duty of both myself and a trusted maid to care for you through your infancy. It was I who changed your diapers and fed you, I who taught you the basics of life and the art of being an assistant."

This very knowledge created a paradox inside the drake: an embarrassment of having a pony do such things, yet the warmth of love filling at the center of his being.

"I've seen you grow from a cute little baby to the handsome dragon before me now." Princess Celestia smiled as her mane hovered in the air. "You were the only orphan that I've ever loved like a son, whereas my students always returned to their parents once we were done. You are my son, since I have raised you more than anyone else."

Spike kept silent as this relation coursed through him. A moment later, a knock came through the door, and with words of approval from the princess, the waitress opened and came through the door. She had several plates and two more cups of milkshakes to replace the previous ones.

The princess was at once sitting tall and proud, the pose she adapted from many hours ruling from her throne. Her stoic mask had returned, but yet, the drake could see the twinkle in her eye as the plates of cake were set on the table.

"I-Is there anything else I can d-do for you today?" the waitress said as she rose.

"This will be everything we required for today," Celestia replied in a motherly tone, allowing a soft smile to tug at her lips. It set the waitress at ease at once. "You may go now with our thanks."

The waitress bowed before leaving.

The cake wasn't anything special despite the esteemed establishment. Of course, the slices on the table looked wonderful to the drake, who cooked and ate whatever ingredients he could find. However, with the princess, she was used to the cooking and baking that only the most skilled chiefs allowed in the castle could make.

Despite this, Celestia was positively drooling.

Spike couldn't help but smirk at her predicament. Looking at the food on the table, he licked his lips as he set forth a plan in motion. "Well, I guess it's time to dig in!" He grabbed a slice with a claw, and without any hesitation, tossed it inside his maw and set his fangs to work.

The taste of banana was heavenly on his tongue.

Princess Celestia was taken aback by how her dragon was eating in her presence. Nobles spent hours before dinners learning the proper manners to have around her, and yet, here was a drake eating like he were in the comfort of his own room. She struggled with this thought as she looked to the table, unsure whether to use a fork or her hooves.

"Are you going to eat that slice?"

Celestia was startled. "That I will." She paused. "I'm...just having difficulty in the dining procedure for this kind of scenario."

"Procedure?" Spike shook his head. "I thought you just take something and stuff it in your mouth. If it tastes good, swallow." He picked up her slice of cake, stuffing it in his mouth. "And if it tastes bad, well, swallow anyway."

"Hey!" Princess Celestia pointed a hoof at him. "That was mine! I did not give you the command or the permission to take that which was mine!"

“Cake isn't going to eat itself, Celestia.” Spike went in for another slice, but her hoof slapped his claw away. He smirked as he leaned back. "I'm not one for manners or procedures or any of that kind of stuff. Just eat your cake, relax, and enjoy yourself."

The words began to settle in the air a few moments after they were said. Celestia looked at the table, and with a sigh, she summoned the magic from her horn and enveloped the slice of cake with her golden aura, raising it into the air and floating it into her open mouth, ceasing her magic and closing her mouth once its taste settled on her tongue.

She couldn't stop herself from moaning. The mediocre look was deceiving.

And then Celestia dove right in. Kinda hard to blame the princess known for her slimness—a chance to eat, not fruits but cakes was a sporadic event, and one she wasn't going to take lightly. It was just her and her son, and manners, high-sounding meaningless and morals: they meant nothing as her teeth bit off another chunk of cake.

Meanwhile, a little ways from her on the couch, the drake munched quietly on his own cake, an ever-present smile on his lips as he watched his princess eat. It was refreshing, in a way, to see the princess chow down like any other pony, as well as the chance for her to feel as such.

The date carried along in its space of contained chaos, where manners were forgone, morals were forgotten, and the princess and the dragon challenged each other to a feast off—a feat of who could clear the table first. Spike won, of course, though in Celestia's defence, they left nearly the same amount of dirty but cleared plates on the table.

"That was certainly something," Princess Celestia managed to say through her daze, the food settling in her fuzzy stomach. "Can't say that I—"an untimely burp slipped past her lips, and in a flash, her majestic wings opened and covered her muzzle "—I've had such a meal before."

"I'm sure the cooks have prepared all kinds of dinners from here to what they serve in the Crystal Empire," Spike said as he leaned back against the couch, tossing a glance her way. “Issue is, those chefs are high-class. You need to treat yourself to something tasty and dirty once in a while, y'know, to develop an appreciation." He peeked through the gaps in-between the tips of her wings. "By the way, you've got a little something along and around your lips."

Celestia blinked in surprise. Slowly, she lowered her wings, and in sticking out her tongue at them, an action that actually relieved him, she then licked around her lips, collecting the leftover cream of previous devoured cakes. She brought her tongue back and swallowed its contents.

Then she stuck her tongue out again, reaching for the cream further along her smooth cheek, but the tip of her tongue coming just an inch short from its distance. She should have used a napkin, Spike knew, but since she'd given up being a princess, then the habits of princess-hood had also left her for the time being.

"Here," Spike said as he sat up and leaned over. His tongue slipped between his lips, slim and long, slither through the air, touching down against her cheek, making her fur slick with his saliva as he collected the remaining cream.

Celestia did her best to not tremble, move, or scream.

Once he was done, she was blushing

"W-What in Equestria posed you to do s-such a thing?!" Celestia watched Spike as he leaned back, his tongue slurping back into his mouth.

"You were struggling," he replied as he put his feet up on the table, "and I was hungry. Besides, we're still on a date, and I'm just doing a date's job." With the spade of his tail, he impaled the stack of napkins on the table, raising them into the air and tapping them along Celestia's cheek, cleaning her of his saliva.

"And it would appear you're still playing games with me, Spike." Celestia sat tall once more, wings tucked at her side, and no matter the confidence that filled her words, they couldn't save the alicorn from the heat resonating from her cheeks. "Or has this ceased to be a game to you?"

Spike starred up from his laid-back position. He gazed at the ceiling instead of replying straight away, and then, after a few moments of silence, his voice broke through it. "Look, Celestia, I'm not going to lie to you and say this wasn't a game."

He turned his head and looked straight into her magenta eyes.

"This whole day has been a bit of game to me, or at least, it started off like one in order to amuse myself." Spike let out a long sigh. "But in each of those attempts of amusement, to do the things that always scared me before, I was able to learn more about those who were close to me, to...deepen our friendship."

Celestia raised an eyebrow, but her lips kept still and plush.

"I'm...not exactly sure how to phrase it." Spike reached a claw out to the ceiling above, letting it rest there as he gazed through the gaps between his digits. "But no caring has let me get over myself, to actually risk getting close to ponies, to the girls, to you."

His claw dropped and collided against the cushion. He turned his head to gaze at the princess.

"There's no way I'd pull something like this yesterday," Spike said. "Kidnapping a princess for a date? The fear of being caught by your guards, blasted by your horn, or, heck, being rejected would have kept me from even talking to you, much less pulling the stupid shit of shattering your window."

“Which, of course, you will be paying for,” Celestia said, half-jokingly, half-serious.

Spike chuckled. "Sure thing. Once I get those bits Twilight doesn't pay me, I'll be sure to not have them on your throne." They both chuckled, though tension still lurked in the air. "But yeah. By throwing caution to the wind, I've been able to do things I normally wouldn't, and because of that, it's changed my life in just a day and a date."

Princess Celestia smiled. She could see it, too, from behind the strands of her flowing, ethereal mane. The dragon she knew and raised, the shrimp that grew into a stud, the shut-in that suddenly scored with all his closest friends—she could see how much of him had been locked away, and now, with his fears swept away, all that remained was the underlying desires he was now striving toward.

The corners of her eyes burned. She lifted a hoof to her chest, feeling her heartbeat press against it. This wasn't the first time she'd felt pride for one of her students, for one of her children, but the quickening of her heartbeat wasn't due entirely to mere satisfaction.

It was quickened by love.

One repressed for too long.

"Spike...you know we can't date, right?" The words felt like thorns tearing up her throat coming out; being a princess meant she'd never dated before, and since she had never dated before, she wasn't sure of the procedure on how to turn someone down. "All of you ponies and dragons are my children. To actually be with one would be morally wrong."

Spike was silent for a moment, letting the words digest. He clasped the claws around the back of his head, stretching for a moment, before speaking. "The thing is, I'm going to reject your rejection on the grounds that it's dumb."

Celestia blinked and tilted her head. "Pardon?"

"If you truly didn't want to date me, or anypony for that matter, then I would leave you be," Spike said, looking back up at the ceiling. "But that's not the case—you're lonely. Sure, you have friends and students, jesters to give you laughs and all that." He exhaled sharply. "But you don't have anypony there to see when you take off your crown, to listen not to court hearings but to your feelings."

He then looked at the large white alicorn. "I'm jumping off from my own feelings here, but it seems like you're longing for intimacy." He shrugged. "I've only been doing this life stuff for twenty years, and loneliness has already craved a huge chunk of my heart out." He glanced down. "Can't imagine the kind of chunk you are missing after all these years."

Celestia kept still and quiet. Her body felt weak, hollow. All at once, she wanted to vomit. The skin underneath her fur was shivering from a horrible kind of sensation. The room felt like it was spinning.

"If you wanna hold yourself back because of some dumb moral principle that doesn't really matter, then be my guest." Spike finally had the guts to look up at her. "But you would need to find another immortal to fall in love with, like Discord or your sister, and both know you want none of them as a lover."

Celestia didn't speak.

"And the whole age argument is just one big sham," Spike continued. "You're going to be older than everypony, so either you bask in loneliness, or you toss aside the whole idea of dating 'children' and find someone of equal maturity." His lips swept into a smirk. "Or immaturity if you still fancy me after this date."

"There's still the issue of—"

"That's it!" Spike stood from the couch, and once on his feet, came to the side of the princess, and, in clasping his claw around her hoof, quickly led her out of the room, through the aisle of clothed tables and dining ponies, past the sharply-dressed waiters, down the steps of the establishment, stopping only at the front desk.

Celestia was blushing the entire time—the feeling of the claw clutching her hoof overpowered all of her other sensations. It was weird. She was the Princess of Equestria; the chooser in any course of action—leader of ponies. She was always the one in control, yet a dragon was leading her through the restaurant, taking matters into his own claws—his determination, bravado, and will were highly attractive.

I shouldn't be feeling these kinds of things for him, Celestia thought. But his back is just so broad and strong and... sexy.

"Mind if we get the check?" Princess looked up from between her legs to where the dragon was standing. He was before the counter, an elbow on the wood; a claw still tightly holding her hoof. "Would have waited in the booth, but we got the whole sun and moon thing to deal with, y'know?"

Celestia saw the pony behind the counter talking, mouth moving, but couldn't hear anything—sound faded from her ears, overpowered by raw sensations, like the feeling of hard scales on her soft fur, of having her hoof held like a little filly in love, and watching as a someone else, a dragon of all creatures, took care of things for her.

She felt young again, like a filly on a date she wasn't supposed to be on—which was sorta true.

"No, no, no!" Celestia shook her head, sound returning again. It came from the mare on the other side of the counter, the one who had trouble gazing at the alicorn. "Having the princess dine with us was our honour. We wouldn't dare think of charging you two."

"Now, we can't have any of that!" Spike chuckled as he stepped back, and with a heavy inhale, blew a small fire—the green jet of flame manifesting a brown pouch in the air, whose gravity took hold, and it plummeted to the counter, the clanking of its resounding. "And you had no princess with you tonight—just a dragon and a mare enjoying a date."

“D-D-Date?!” the mare stammered.

Spike laughed and turned, which surprised Celestia, who felt his claw tug on her hoof. She was lifted into the air, felt another claw land dangerously close to her rump as, once again, her body was pressed close to the dragon's chest, and she was carried bridal style out.

She pouted. "I can walk perfectly fine on my own."

"I know you can." Spike walked along the red carpet to the establishment's entrance, where the colossal wooden doors were held open by a duo of stallions, both silent and wearing vests. "But it's much easier to hold you whole than drag you by a hoof. Besides!" Spike smirked as his other claw raised to her horn, curling his digits around it. "I can stop you from teleporting this way!"

Celestia, despite herself, couldn't help but giggle.

"Alright then, Mr. Dragon—" Celestia could hardly hold back her smile "—where are we going then?"

Instead of looking down at her, Spike looked up to the sky. "To watch you perform a miracle, of course."

Celestia looked up from the chest she was pressed against to the sharp muzzle of the dragon that held her, all the way to the dimming sky high above. It was nearing night, her duties arriving, and for the first time in a long while, the princess may be late to her duties.

I didn't even know how much time had passed. Memories played, ones of her and Spike together, each and every one warming her heart. Being with him makes time so much more enjoyable... even if it all passes a little too quickly.

They reached the Royal Gardens before dark.

Entering the castle was easy—far easier than it should have been. The gates were empty when the duo arrived, each one opened and alone, allowing them to sneak inside, much to their confusion, though it wasn't enough to actually make them care.

Celestia was still being held, and if it was up to her, the only one allowed to see her like this would be Spike. Speaking of which, his feet meshed against the grass, walking across the small field of flowers and trees, all trimmed and tame, exuding a majesty air.

He stopped underneath a rather large tree that sloped near the top, so it covered the ground below, its breaches not too high and not too low for those sitting down. Spike lowered himself onto a knee, gently lowering the princess to the grass, and as much as she wanted to be on her own hooves again, her body longed to press against his again.

Spike didn't say anything after that. He resolved to sit down, stretching his legs out and leaning back, and with a sigh, set his gaze on the alicorn and waited. He knew about her sacred duty and, for the first time today, cared enough to keep quiet during the careful art.

Celestia nodded softly at him, smiling. It communicated more than just her thanks, though she set those feelings aside, alighted her horn in a golden glow, then closed her eyes. In the backdrop of the sky, the sun descended through the stars, light fading and darkness gaining, though pinpricks of light still remained, dotting the sky with their beauty.

Just as the sun dipped below the horizon, the moon took its place, casting a different kind of light across the land, taking its rightful place among the stars. All too soon, the magic ceased from the long white horn.

"Looks like another date tactic we can cross off the list," Spike's voice floated over her shoulder, and when she turned to look at him, she saw he was smiling. "Watching the sunset from a romantic spot. If that isn't smooth, I don't know what is."

Celestia wanted to smile, but along with the night came the feelings she tried to repress. The creature before her, this handsome dragon, was the son she raised, someone she loved as a mother, like all of her other subjects, though her affection for him was much stronger than the rest. It was so wrong to date him, to love him, to fantasize about him... much less try kissing him now.

"This has been wonderful, Spike," Celestia said, clearing her throat to deny it any emotion, "but I have other duties to—"

"You don't have any other duties once the sun is down," Spike replied, then patted the spot next to him. "Part of growing up close to you is knowing all your little secrets—you always leave everything for when the sun comes up again." He smirked. "But you still have one duty left, and that's to finish this date properly."

"But there's nothing left for us to do!" Princess Celestia said as her wings flared an inch up. "It's night! Ponies and dragons are supposed to be asleep by now."

"And that's why Luna's still pissed with you," Spike replied as he stood from the grass. "Night is for more than just sleeping. It's long walks and deep talks, feeling alone with someone else, like the whole world is asleep except for you and me."

Celestia wanted to say more, but the dragon moving toward her kept her silent. She was scared, all so afraid of what was to take place. Spike seemed finished talking, and now, towering over her, took a single leap into the air, and at once, was on top of her; both bodies collided against the soft grass.

Celestia became aware of the grass on her back. She also became aware of the weight of the broad chest pressing down on her soft one, the face against hers, the solid but yielding lips meshing against her own—something she never felt before in her thousand years of existence.

The white cheeks flooded red with a blush. Celestia, knowing the sensation, the course of action to be wrong, pushed the drake away. It was in vain, though, for though her hooves pressed his face out, she was not nearly strong enough to make his frame go away. He kept atop of her, silent and still, smiling.

"Why?" Wisdom and intelligence left the ancient ruler, who had lost her stoic mask, and left only with a confused heart. "Why did you do this?"

"A kiss is the next step of the date," Spike replied gently. "It's been a crime to never kiss a mare so beautiful, with lips so soft and so white that I thought I'd almost died instead."

"And I thought this was all a joke," Celestia said as her voice recovered its strength. "I played along because I thought this was all some ploy for you and me to spend some time together again, but this? This is too much, even for me—you can't just play with a mare's heart because of some bet."

"Would you believe me if I said I'd already forgotten about the bet?" Spike brought a claw to the side of her head, letting his fingers run through her ethereal mane. "Soon as we hit the restaurant, in fact. I was so swept away by you that my mind has yet to stray away from our date."

Celestia kept silent as she didn't fight away from his claw.

"This is a real date—even if the context is whack," Spike continued. "And you're not some untouchable goddess either. You're my mare, and while everyone else gives you their respect, I intend to give you my love."

Celestia's blush intensified. She looked away as something strange fluttered in her stomach: a raw, venerable feeling that left her weak but alive, genuinely alive at the same time. "...what do you even see in an old mare like me?"

"Who cares about age when you're still beautiful?" Spike lowered his muzzle to hers, rubbing their noses together. "You may be as old as the nation itself, but your elegance will never falter, never perish no matter the years that may pass."

"Andy-you would be willing to see all of that with me?"

"That I would," Spike replied. "Besides, I promise not to be too much of a bother—you would be my one, the duo that lived through time for a thousand years, watching all the ponies grow old and die, and we would help raise the next generation."

"That's quite the advancement."

"You make me wanna do more with my life."

Celestia was finding it easier to concede to the wishes of her heart, but her mind had yet to cease in its bombardment of reasons; restrictions born of some moral goodness. "But Spike... I am like a mother to you. You went from a cute baby to a handsome teenage dragon underneath my care."

"Most of your care," Spike replied. "You'll have to thank Twilight for the other half. And just like her, though our bonds may run deep, our blood is not the same." He smiled. "We're related by our hearts alone, so stop sweating the small stuff, alright?"

"And what will the others think?"

"Who cares what others think?" Spike drew his lips closer against her own. "Let them think I'm a motherfucker—better that than not chasing after what my heart beats for. I've lived too long in fear of what others think of me, feel about me, so much so that I forget to check what I've thought and felt all this time." He shook his head. "And I'm not wasting another second. Tonight, no matter what, I'm gonna make you feel like a pony."

Celestia's restraint broke. She arched her back, her lips meeting his, meshing together, pressing together, desperate to feel more of his hardness against her softness. He was just so powerful, so strong and genuine—her heart was done with all these games.

The princess wanted something that night: love. Not the kind where subjects bowed to the crown, but when a male and female joined together. Their kiss deepened, lips splitting, tongues mingling; explorations of the other's mouth.

As the passion continued, both parties felt their bodies become heated; the sudden sensation collating in the area between their legs. The princess felt something wink, a part of her never used sexually ever before; the drake felt his cock harden for the sixth time today against the white underbelly.

Celestia's eyes went wide at feeling his stiffness press against her. The wetness of her pussy wasn't helping either. She didn't think the date would carry on this quickly, shocking her system, causing her to end all of this here and now—until something else spoke in the back of her mind.

It was a primal feeling, something raw and coursing through her body, demanding she be touched, that she get to know what it feels like to truly be alive—to have this drake atop of her touch her more and more, each one more intimate than the last.

"Maybe we should move to a spot more private and comfortable than this?" Celestia said, exhaling as more of his weight pressed against her body. "Somepony may... catch us here."

Spike smirked. "From how you're feeling below, I'd rather do what is on both our minds right here: in this open field right underneath your sister's night sky." He chuckled. "Besides, getting caught has a certain thrill to it, don't ya think?"

Celestia rested her head on the grass.

"The fear of getting caught in an intimate act with your most loyal subject." Spike brought his lips to her fuzzy ear, whispering. "Seeing you as a normal pony like the rest of them, with her own needs and wants as well."

"It's still a bad i—"

Spike pressed a claw against her lips.

"You talk too much," he whispered. "You may wanna keep quiet, or else somepony will hear us, and we'll get caught for real."

Celestia kept silent. With a claw still on her lips, she felt another one, touching against her chest, travelling down, reaching her the crux between her legs, the tight little pussy that had longed for contact for far, far too long. His fingers, unique in Equestria, didn't attack her just yet—they resorted to tracing along her vulva.

The slowness was killing her! Celestia moaned, a bit louder than she would have liked, but nothing would stop her from expressing this good feeling that was coursing through her body, all coming from the work being done between her legs.

Spike's claw repressed more of her moans, but some of their sounds still escaped between his fingers. She was starting to buck her hips now, trying to get his claws to hit the mark she so desperately wanted to feel. He was more than willing to comply—fingers stroking along her labia, ever upward to her winking clit.

The caress was enough to make her orgasm for the very first time.

Celestia lost control of her body as cum gushed out from her quivering pussy. She didn't know how sensitive she was! It was a good thing a claw was covering her mouth, or else Canterlot may have heard her scream from the shameful act—her first orgasm in a thousand years of life.

"You know," Spike began from above her, "you're the worst to do outside stealth sex with." He chuckled at her pants as redness filled her cheeks. Her expression would have changed to annoyance were it not for the pleasure that consumed her. "Well, what do you know? Looks like you're a squirter on top of a screamer."

Princess Celestia tilted her head at the words. His claw pulled from her mouth—allowing her to breathe easier—as his other left from between her legs. Then, upon holding up before her muzzle, he showed the white liquid cooling itself between his fingers, waving the smell to her snout.

Celestia's embarrassment killed her, so much so, she covered the front of her face with her forehooves, unable to look at the dragon that was like a son to her, the same son about to take her thousand-year virginity away.

Spike didn't ask for permission with words, but rather with action. He started to rub the ridges of his cock with Celestia's winking clit. The two made eye contact, a communication of desire and trust through a single gaze, the understanding of beings.

There was no going back from this; the relationship would never be the same. But everything had already changed for Celestia. She could continue to hold herself back until the end of time, or at last, finally, enjoy herself, and take a day from worry like the dragon on top of her head.

Whatever Spike had was contagious.

And she nodded her head anyways.

Spike, even while under this spell of apathy, was gentle in lowering his cock against her slit, lining it with her opening, pushing inside her, inch by inch, holding her hoof all the way through. The sensation of his sharp cock pushing out against her sensitive wall was too much for Celestia, for her horn glowed gold, and a bubble formed around two.

Then Celestia moaned her loudest.

Spike slid all the way inside the princess, whose pussy was now swollen from the act. His tip nearly reached her cervix—his cock was bigger than most stallions and was enough to serve even a Goddess like Celestia.

"How are you feeling?" Spike asked before a sharp exhale.

"Very... good," Celestia replied. "I'll admit that I'm not a complete virgin, using my hoof once or twice in the past, but I've never had anything inside of me."

"Why is that?" Spike asked, keeping himself still while her body adjusted to having a penis in it. "Figured with the size of your treasury, you could have gotten a golden dildo or somethin'."

Celestia giggled. "Sex toys appeared in Equestria only four hundred years ago, and besides, it would give me a bad name if I bought one for myself."

"So why not a plant?" Spike shifted in place. "Like a cucumber or an eggplant?"

Celestia laughed loudly, snorting slightly. "Please. I'm not that desperate for sex. When you're a princess, there's always work to be done, ponies to be raised, kingdoms to be ruled. Sex and lust never come to mind when one is responsible for everyone else." She sighed. "Besides, I can live without those two."

Spike chose that exact moment to start rocking his hops, moving his dragon hood inside the goddess marehood and making her stop talking and start moaning. The sensation was too good for Celestia, a feeling yet to be beaten by anything else, and when the tip of his dick almost slipped out of her pussy, the excellent feeling began to vanish.

"You really sure life is okay without sex?" he said. "Is it fine to live without the experience of this physical pleasure?"

Celestia smiled and shook her head. "No. I want you to continue making love to me. For so long, I've gone without this bliss, and for much longer than that, I forgot what it feels like to be a pony with needs and wants. I want you to fuck me, Spike, like any other ordinary pony."

Spike was refilled by the big dinner before, but his body still felt depleted from a day of fucking, his balls needing time to produce new sperm. He dedicated this time to pleasuring Celestia, to thrusting his hips back and forth, pushing in and out of her pussy, ridges expanding against her sensitive walls.

He couldn't keep it like this. Fucking the princess in one position wouldn't give her even a glimpse at what she had been missing over the years, the bliss she had yet to pick up again, the moves she needed to become excited to see.

He switched positions, each one bringing her a mini orgasm each and every time, working at every angle possible. Her pussy was so tight and wet, folds softer than any other, and the bliss she felt was tenfold to himself. With every rock of his hips, his cock ached, building toward a climax his balls were ready for.

"I'm getting there, Tia," Spike said with his eyes shut, switching to the missionary position. "Are you ready for me?"

The princess had her body filled with pleasure and endorphins. Without a second thought, she spoke: "Cum in my thousand-year-old dry womb, soaking and filling it with your cum."

Spike smiled. He crashed his hip against hers for the final time, letting the aching in his cock be free by the release of his cum, shaft welling at her entrance as his seed gushed into her. His knot prevented any of their liquid from spelling as the two climaxed as one.

Spike roared as he came, a sound that threatened to break the barrier set up—but even a dragon was no match for a princess. Celestia screamed, her first true orgasm, the pleasure rocking her voice, loud enough to shatter the barrier, the sound screeching across Canterlot.

Luckily, none who were awake assumed it to be a voice of pleasure.

But the guards wandering the street now knew where their princess was, and not only that, they assumed the scream to be a cry of pain. They all turned and started making their way back to the castle.

Spike panted from above her. "Never expected you to be the loud type in bed."

"Now's not the time to be joking," Celestia replied. "My guards will be here any moment. None of them can see us like this. We need to separate."

"We can't." Spike rocked back his hips only for him to stop. "My cock is still knotted for the next little while."

Using her gift of size difference and earth pony strength, Celestia pulled herself out of Spike's penis lock easily. He was surprised by that, not expecting her pussy to hold his juices even without his cock acting like a plug.

"This was a good time," Spike said, coming to stand on two, wobbly feet. "We should do it again soon."

Footsteps came from afar.

"Quit joking around and start hiding!"

"I've got a better idea than that."

"What do you have in mind? Act quickly!"

He didn't answer her. When she raised her head, she saw him standing up, upon the ledge of the platform, and upon turning around, gave her a smirk, a salute with his claw, and then he fell backward—into the roar of the waterfall below.

Celestia stood immediately and went to rush to the ledge—the drake had survived crashing through grass, but she wanted to make sure she was alright. But voices from behind stopped her from moving, and when she turned around, she saw her guards, all wide-eyed at seeing their princess all sweaty.

"Miss, are you alright?" one of the guards from the group asked. "Where have you been?!"

She laughed nervously and hope her guards don't see her backside that was still messy from recent sex with her son-like but lover now dragon.

"Well... I went here for exercise, you know? The thing that's good for a diet."

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VII | A Sparkle in the Bedroom

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.'

Epilogue | All's Well That Ends Well

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