Canterlot Castle

I still remember that fateful day after Celestia and Luna took the journey west. A lot happened all throughout the time everything was being established. I couldn't help but watch myself being seated to the throne next to the new princess over the realm. It shouldn't have felt weird, but it did. I was here the entire time Twilight grew from being a self-absorbed unicorn, isolated to only her family and studies, to being a beacon of heroics to all in the kingdom. And she went from national heroine, to princess, then from that to high princess apparent.

And me? I was suddenly the number two to the highest seat in the land.

"Spike the Dragon, please step forward."

It felt so odd hearing Twilight call me such a formal name with such firm authority. It was one thing to get under her skin and be on the receiving end of one of her lectures, but this was a completely different energy she had.

The halls of the throne room had still shown signs of undergoing repair. Much of the place was still getting put back together after the attack on us by the trio of criminals, each looking for a way to hold dominion over Equestria and it's magic. Pillars were already erected to hold the new ceiling in place. Windows were still being installed, some recalling the usual images that were often seen of the two sisters, the heroics of the element bearers, and that ilk. A select few already started being installed to remind us of what took place just a month ago. And then there was one that depicted a great struggle from a few years prior, one that very few wished to speak of.

I walked towards her, doing as protocol had established, lowering my head to her in submission as she started to address me. "Spike the Dragon, you are hereby chosen to be my official Friendship Ambassador. As such, this position comes with a lot of responsibility, and much of it entails that you are to represent me in my absence to the many who may wish to engage with Equestria and her doings. I would be remiss to ignore the significance of the weight of this appointment as we stand here. But having that said, I want to further discuss some key points before we make this officially noted for public record."

She always had a thing for making sure everything was done in proper order, but she took forever to do stuff like this.

"I have a few guidelines I need to run by you, just so you know not to get too out of hoof." She said as she didn't even bother to pull out a scroll to notify me of what my terms were. "The first thing: Always be courteous and welcoming, but be ever cautious and critical. Not everyone that greets you with a smile has any good intent in mind. There are some who will wish to take your title for granted and look at the idea of negotiation unfavorable terms. This brings me to my second issue: Do not allow for the situation to become confrontational to the point an altercation occurs. We're already treading on thin ice when it comes to certain species here in the land. If there's any sign of hostility, try to peacefully diffuse the situation. Also thirdly, but most important: If it comes to be that you are in danger, you must defend yourself without relaying to fatal measures. This is a key issue, I do not want you hurt when I cannot come for you. And then there's a fourth rule: Nothing is coerced without mutual consent. That means you cannot force participants to engage in talks through anything but peaceful means. If they have any issues, relay it to me directly and I will step in."

I raised my head to accept her terms. "Your highness, you can count on me." Calling her that still makes me uncomfortable at times.

"Another thing, a final rule." She interjects. "And I want you to pay close attention to this one as well. Let there be no distractions to your negotiations. A firm mind and a composed demeanor is how we are to negotiate these terms. Under no circumstances are any bribes are to be accepted, be they any financial or physical bribes. And if you do violate any of these terms, I will have you punished. It may seem tough, but I'm only doing this to be fair to the others who are employed underneath and beside you. Do you understand?"

Of course I understand. "Yes, your highness."

She placed the medallion around my neck, smiling as she offered me congratulations over my new position as her metaphorical second-in-command. "Very well then. Spike the Dragon, I hereby pronounce you to be my official Friendship Ambassador."

I raise my head, my voice echoing throughout the largely empty room. "Twilight, you can count on me."

5 Years Later...

It's been five years since I accepted the role of being the friendship advisor of my mentor, also adopted big sister, also surrogate mother, also neurotic past-dwelling best friend Twilight Sparkle. So far, it's like the stress that's leveled on her so often is leveled on me instead. Where she stays busy doing diplomatic stuff overseas at times, I have to pick up the slack of doing both former Princess Celestia's daily duties, as well as former Princess Luna's nightly patrols. As a result, I never really got past 8th grade in terms of having a social life with friends. If I could equate it to being a class, you can firmly count me in the delinquent territory. Imagine being stuck in eighth grade, for five years straight.

I never anticipated my role to be so annoying at times. I mean, I knew that I was always a busy body thanks to all the errands Twilight and the others sent me through all those years ago. Then there's the matter of the having to live the life of a growing adolescent dragon looking to find the time to be able to... unwind, if you know what I mean. I've tried dating before, I've been in a relationship with a griffon... Don't wanna talk about it, so don't ask. Since then, I've been stuck running errands and tasks, occasionally running into familiar faces asking for guidance along my life. And being at this age, it gets hard trying to function like a civilized being when certain words and subtle movements grab at my attention like an angry beast looking for it's next meal.

It made the times I did have to unload that much better for me, even the twenty minutes I have now.

"Finally." I finished my tasks and visitations early enough to be able to sit in my room for another twenty minutes before nodding off to bed. And plus Twilight gave me the first iterations of some of the technology that was gained through an interdimensional exchange that took place almost seven years ago. So now we have cell phones, and unfiltered access to our own internet. And with that great power, comes greater opportunities.

I rush into my room, darting towards my bed and smiling as I look at the premier dating site for hot Equestrian singles around town, Snuggle. "No distractions." I even lock my door for good measure as I flip my sheets open to get myself comfortable. I log myself in to see a notification scroll across the middle of the screen. It reads 'Hey there, TiltedScales42! You have 12 new messages!' I skimmed through the dozen chat invites and picked out three names to work from. If something doesn't work with one, I might as well go for the other two.

There were three names I picked out, MoonsAplenty12, LuvSick4U, and BabyGirl399. I typed in a quick greeting to get things started, but neither of the three responded within the first fifteen minutes. They're online also, but I guess neither of them have any continued interest. Win some, lose some. Meanwhile, I have another chat notification pop up from nowhere. They go by the name of User642365. Not only are they online, they're the one to start the chat with a greeting.

I'm still a bit suspicious to see if this is a spam account, so I ask a very specific question. 'Hey, if you had two tickets for the gala, who would be your plus one?'

The other user replies. 'I'd take you if you were interested in some boring conversation.'

This user seems to have a low level of self-esteem. I guess this session is going to be a quick one. 'Why would any conversation from you be boring?'

'I'm not an interesting pony. I'm just reserved.' The other user answers.

I want to carry on with the conversation, but its hard to really get anything going with a gray default icon telling me about themselves and their bland personality, it's almost fitting to a degree. 'Okay, so tell me what you like.'

'I like sunsets, quiet walks in the city, a solid book to read, sometimes a snack while I read. This new social media stuff is something I'm pretty new to.'

Well that explains a lot about this user's approach. It's too formal, even if it's casual. And to add to it, her username is just as gray and unimpressive as her approach. Usually after a few messages, we're already into the naughty bits of it. Now it feels like we're just feeling out the waters like a traditional dating site... well I guess it IS a dating site after all. I suppose I can open it up with some spice. 'So while we're on the subject of snacks, what kind of snacks do you like with your books?'

'I like cookies, cakes, sometimes ice cream. I really only do chocolate for special occasions.'

Finally an opening. 'What kind of occasions do you consider "special" enough for chocolate?'

'I guess it's for special special occasions.' She's awfully dry in the way she puts it out there. 'You could say I'm eating some now.'

'So what are you doing right now?' I ask, trying to salvage the night by heating up the conversation.

'I'm laying in my bed, thinking of a crush I had way back when.'

'What did the two of you used to do?' We're getting warmer.

It takes a little while for her to come back with a response. But after a pretty lengthy wait, a message pops up in the feed. 'Everything.'

Well that's a pretty bland answer. Maybe I can get her to open up a little more by expanding the topic. 'Everything like what?'

Once again, she took a while to text back. 'How he tossed me around, made me squeak, stuff like that.'

'So you liked being tossed around?' So she's a wild one, I shoud've figured by the way she talks on here. It's always the shy ones that don't say anything until it's time to get heated.

'It depends.' Case in point.

'On what?' My claws were already starting to reach down my body, hoping that her answer would get me started.

'On how big and strong you are.' She answered. 'My crush was pretty big, he could literally crush me whenever he was on top.' And here we go.

I start to feel my claws generously work against myself as I emerge from within my pubic scales. I roll the base of my palm against the top of my scales, coaxing myself to full form. Ideas begin to run wild in my mind as I qualify myself to fit the criteria she seeks. 'I could crush you if I was on top.' I type out slowly with one claw.

She sends back an emoji along with her denial. 'I don't think you can do that. I'm a pretty big girl. 😞'

'I'm built for big. 😈' I reply to her with a horned smiley of my own, working my hips into the palm of my own claw. 'I can take you and then some.'

'You are not that big. 🙄' She replies with an unimpressed emoji. That's my cue.

Since she thinks I'm nowhere near big enough for her, I got something she can take a measure of. I take out a moment to prop some pillows up to help me in my pose. I lay myself out in a sprawl, cocking a leg back with arm and using the other to take my photo. I hold a small pendant in my teeth as I look to the camera, giving an innocent face while adding a very explicit reminder. I make sure that she sees just how big I was in shape, but also seeing how flexible I can be. I make certain to also show her just how well-endowed I had become over the course of this conversation.

*Spike the Dragon*

Royal Friendship Advisor
Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Equestria
1st in line to the Equestrian Throne

I send the image at a moment's notice, along with a snarky response. 'Built for big, just as you ordered.'

Her response is short, but effective. 'OMG'

I smile as I start to let my imagination run wild. It was high time to get this whole thing in gear. And my claw is already working on second. 'If you want, I can give it to you.' I wait for her response with baited breath, trying to control myself in my wait, measuring the speed that my claw clutched my swollen form. But she doesn't immediately give a reply, she's probably lost in excitement or arousal, probably both. 'Did I lose you?' I tease.

*knock knock knock knock knock*

A knock on my door sounds, I stay as quiet and motionless as I could to appear like I am sleeping. "Spike!" It's Twilight's voice on the other side of the door.

I roll my eyes and continue to feign my sleep as I reply once more to the girl on the other end. I'm determined to not be disturbed in my pursuit for pleasure. 'So, my place or yours?'

A second after I send the message, a notification sounds from behind the door. I pop my head up in disbelief as Twilight follows the sound up with another round of her shouting at me. "NOBODY'S PLACE, SPIKE! NOW ANSWER THE DOOR!"

I look back down at the message thread and see that the OMG message was the last thing she sent... Oh shit.

My entire body freezes while she continues to batter against the door. I slowly tilt my head to see a purple aura surrounding the lock on my door. I tuck myself under my sheets and hide my phone underneath me. As Twilight barges into the room, she levitates the bed I'm in and flip it upside down, causing me, the pillows and the phone to fall unceremoniously to the ground. The princess furiously points at her screen, going up to the picture I sent to the user I thought was someone else. "So is this what you're doing in your free time!?"

I can't even look her in the face, I'm so embarrassed. I turn my head away, only for her to force me to meet with her face-to-face. At this point, I can't do much but apologize. "Twilight, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. How was I supposed to know that some anonymous user was you!?"

"How was I supposed to know that some guy named TiltedScales42 was going to be you!?"

"It's called an alias, Twilight! I have it so that no one finds out who I am on an immediate basis!" I explain.

"Says the one who sent a FULL-FRONTAL!" She blushed as she took the phone, adding to her response. "Well you won't have to worry about that anymore. Your phone privileges are hereby revoked until further notice!"

"That's not fair!" I call out to her as she levitates the phone far away from my reach.

"Well since you seem to have more than enough spare time on your claws, I guess I'll add another hour to your schedule. And don't even think about delegating your tasks for more free time!"

She teleports away before I can even say anything else in my own defense. I'm left in my room utterly embarrassed, ashamed, and halfway finished. Even looking down, I curse myself for the manner in which I had taken the picture. I got way too far ahead of myself and now I'm in trouble for it.

...I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?