The Book of Mallory

Spike stared down at Twilight, his heart fluttering as she smiled back up at him. He felt safe and warm in her arms as their bodies connected, but all the while a cold sting lingered on the back of his neck. He couldn’t very well see her over his shoulder, but he knew Mallory was sitting there, watching them. No doubt she was judging their performance too, being somewhat of an expert on the subject of sex.

Twilight drew her hand tenderly across his face, bringing his gaze back into hers. “Don’t think about her, Spike. Focus on me…”

“Right… Sorry.” Spike turned red with embarrassment. It was too easy for anyone to read his thoughts and emotions. He was like an open book. He never wished to insult Twilight, least of all while in the middle of having sex with her. With their audience, however, he couldn’t help feeling distracted.

He pushed his cock deep into Twilight’s tight hole, it’s inner walls making way to welcome his girth. Repeatedly, he plowed into her, harder and faster as he tried so very hard to focus on his dearest friend. He thought of her smile, her laughter, then her naked body, but his thoughts shifted again to Mallory.

Spike shook the demon princess from his mind to start again. He looked down at Twilight to refresh his mental image of her. She now had her arms thrown back behind her head, moaning and gasping with repetition as he hit her womb again and again. She was clearly enjoying herself, but he couldn’t focus on her. The look on her face was pure bliss, but her smile looked twisted, filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, and her eyes burned red.

He blinked, and she was back to normal again. Before he had time to dwell on what he saw, there was a churning sensation in his groin.

Twilight’s entire body shuddered, and she locked her legs tightly around his rear end at the ankles while hitting her lower lip to suppress a scream. There was no warning when her orgasm hit, and her tightening walls only encouraged his. Spike didn’t try to hold anything back. With her leg lock preventing any kind of escape, the only place to move was forward. He buried his cock deep inside of the princess, and with a firm push, he knotted her and began pumping his semen into her womb.

After several moments of silence, minus the heavy breathing, the two of them collapsed into a heap. Spike laid motionless with his face just above her breasts while Twilight ran her fingers along his green spines. Their legs intertwined, and Spike placed the palm of his hand gently on her stomach. “Twilight… It’s not possible for a dragon to get a pony pregnant… Is it?”

The movements of her finger stopped at the word ‘pregnant’, and she let out a long sigh. “I don’t think a dragon and a pony have ever really tried, Spike… Though, it would be better to be safe than sorry.” She planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “Ill leave the two of you to work things out. You’ve been really good to me. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the rest.”

He didn’t want her to go, but her mind was set and her body in motion. Shifting over to the edge of the bed, she left a pool of fluids staining the sheets where she once sat.

Twilight looked back at them just before she reached the door. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

She offered him a subtle wink, and then, she was gone.

Spike sat upright and stretched his arms high above his head. His whole body was stiff, and his joints popped with every small movement. What he wanted desperately was a hot bath, but as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed, he spotted the diary with its pages open, facedown on the floor. Hurriedly, he scooped it up and examined the open pages. They were blank.

“You know, I’m beginning to get the impression that she doesn’t like me.”

He closed the diary and placed it on the table beside him before shifting his gaze to Mallory, still sitting in her chair. “You didn’t exactly make a positive first impression yourself, Mallory. Twilight’s a really great mare, the greatest I’ve ever known. I’m sure you’d agree if you get to know her.”

The dark princess raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s that simple, is it? Twilight told you all about my kind, didn’t she? Malicorns and Alicorns haven't exactly gotten along over the past few thousand years.” Her eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a snarl. “Well, I’m beyond it all. I’ve made my apology for what I did to you and Princess Twilight. If you’re going to put me back, I won’t try to stop you. I only ask that you don’t take that wretched book back to Canterlot…”

Spike glanced at the diary, then back at her. “I didn’t mean… I wasn’t going to lock you away again. Twilight agreed to help me let you out as long as I… looked after you.”

Her glare softened immensely, and her eyes began to glow much brighter. “You mean to tell me I… can stay?”

He couldn’t help grinning at her reaction. Spike picked up the diary, weighing it in his hand. Then, with a flick from his wrist, he tossed it across the room towards Mallory. She flinched as the thing landed in her lap, letting out a high-pitched squeal, but nothing happened.

“Twilight told me I had to hold the diary in order to seal you inside of it. I want to trust you, Mal, more than anything.”

She looked speechless, shocked even. As she held the diary in her own hands, she mulled it over, running her fingers through its empty pages. Then, her lips formed a wide smile, and she tossed the diary back. “You can hold onto it, Spike. I’ve never liked that book, but I won’t disappoint you. Trust goes both ways, does it not?”

Spike clutched into the diary. He thought hard about where it would be best to put it. It had to be someplace he could always retrieve it if there was ever the need. Flipping through the old pages, he realized just how alike they were to the parchment scrolls he would send via magical fire. He almost always sent letters from Twilight to Celestia, but in theory, he could sent them anywhere he wanted. The dragon raised the diary to his snout while thinking of his previous room in the old tree. It seemed like another lifetime had passed since it burned to the ground, but it’s roots remained beneath the new palace.

He took a deep breath and blew green flames that consumed the red diary. Then, it was gone.

Mallory’s jaw was wide open. “Spike… How? That diary is indestructible… How did you-“

“I didn’t burn it.” Spike laughed at her reaction. “I just sent it away. I know where it is, but it’s a bit out of reach. We’re talking about trust, right?”

She leaned forward in the chair, clearly pleased by his response from the look in her face. “Well played, little dragon. What happens now?”

Spike shrugged. “I don’t know about you, but I’m drained, and I could really use a bath.”

Mallory’s lips curled into a devious smirk. “I can help you with that…”

***Mallory’s Thoughts***