I can safely say that Gabby caught me having a moment, the fresh scratches in my new hardwood floor tells me that she had been startled when she realized she was caught. I could even see the scratches trailing back towards the room she stayed in. Not that this exchange wasn't a mutual crime because my moment was spurred from seeing how she frantically had hers. The sexual tension between us is probably an all-time high.

In fact, I remember waking up to the sound of her in the shower, and she was working some tension off then. Unfortunately for her, she wouldn't get an encore since my room has it's own bathroom. But I did manage to work off a quick one before finally heading downstairs to make myself breakfast. Finally, we awkwardly had an exchange of farewells before we flew off to our own separate destinations.

A lot stews on my mind, mainly at the fact that she actively called out my name last night. It's strange to know, since she wasn't actively open about sex in the past. All throughout our dating history, the only thing I can recall us doing was having a few kisses here and there, some warm embraces, and a lot of love letters shipped between the both of us. A lot of our hobbies is what drew us together to begin with, and knowing that we could do those things on the repeat makes it easier for her to roam the inner-recesses of my mind. The fact that her immediate presence weened me off of Rarity for a time is an outstanding achievement.

But even then, Gabby never showed herself to be sexual in any way. She's always reserved, clean-minded, and prude in a sense that if a conversation starts to go that way, she'd change the subject to something a lot more family-friendly. One could say it's an annoying trait, but maybe that was part of her game. Maybe she is pretty sexual behind closed doors and just don't like to admit it.

She says she has a boyfriend, yet she can watch me bust nut all day. Kinda hot to think about.

"Helloooooo?"

"Huh?" And then I'm reminded that I'm at a school thinking about all of this. I should probably cool my jets before I get called out to be some sort of deviant.

I'm in the staff room of the school again, apparently I'm supposed to give Apple Bloom an update on how it went on Thursday, but my mind is still locked on the past twenty-four hours. "Seriously, ya been out of it all day. What's on yer mind?"

Ways to make Gabby say my name again while I rudely rearrange the interior décor. "Nothing, it's nothing."

The yellow farm mare is quick to notice my frequent distractions. "Well ain't this a hoot. Seems to me someone's pretty tired from running through yer mind this much."

"Apple Bloom, can you quit it?" I beg of her as the door opens to let in another pair of girls, namely the ones I'm already in ties with.

"Hey girls." The dragoness greets the CMC instructors before taking notice of my presence. "Ah, so it seems we have an unexpected visitor."

"Hey Smolder." I greet back at her. I also greet the changeling, but she doesn't really acknowledge me.

And of course, Apple Bloom does more to possibly hurt my interaction with the despondent changeling. "Spike, ya ain't seriously about to just come here and think yer gonna sweet talk your way out of spillin' the goods. Now tell me about how it went Thursday, Ah'm dyin' to know if y'all done hit it off or y'all just playin' dumb."

Apparently, that tidbit of information manages to get her full attention. "Wait, what happened Thursday?"

"He and Gabby went out on a date." The yellow earthen mare blurts out while filing her hooves.

I see the frown on Ocellus' face turn for the worse, I blurt out my denial upon seeing it. "IT WAS NOT A DATE!"

The mare laughs at my hasty denial. "Ah know it wasn't a date, silly. Garsh, yer silly ass can be so damn defensive at times."

"It wasn't a date. We just played a round of mini-golf, we just got back to being acquainted." I explain to the room.

Unfortunately, there's also the professional gas-lighter in the room who takes notice of my discomfort. "Acquainted, huh?"

"Don't you start, Sweetie Belle."

Scootaloo also adds her own two cents in the mix. "I don't know about you, Spike, but I don't think Gabby's in the business of being 'acquainted'."

Great, not you too. "How would you even know?"

The orange pegasus folds her hoof as she gives her take. "That girl don't even hang out with us that much, and we pretty much are friends. If there's one thing she's known for, it's flaking out in the eleventh hour."

"Yeah, she's pretty notorious for that." Sweetie cosigns. "And the fact that she didn't flake out on you the first time tells me that she's pretty damn partial with her time. Of course, one could always wonder why."

"Absence tends to make the heart grow fonder." Apple Bloom states with a smirk.

"Can we not do this right now?" I beg.

And of course, our favorite instigator is on the scene, looking to stir up more trouble than what's needed. "So wow, look at you two-timing on Ocellus."

"I AM NOT!" I adamantly defend myself, despite knowing that the recent developments could easily end up being seen that way.

"You know, you shouldn't be so defensive, Spike." A silence grows in the room as the changeling's voice rings dominant and unopposed. I can see the sadness on her face, it's more than evident. "Even if you mean well, sometimes it's better to accept the challenge to your integrity with a modest show of denial. Having an outburst every time someone says something about it only makes you look guilty."

In speaking of guilt. "Ocellus─"

She looks at her phone to check the time, and proceeds to walk out the door. "Actually, I need to get to my next block anyhow. Talk to you girls later."

I want to call her back in and say that none of this is what it seems, but it would be hard to convince her. At this point, it's better to give her the space she's looking for. It's not that I'm giving up on the situation, I'd rather time it out and let cooler heads prevail and have a conversation as opposed to an emotionally-driven plea where I stand in the rain, holding a speaker box over my head with some apologetic song playing over the air. Those sorts of theatrics don't work in the realm of negotiation, nor do they have much place in romance or relationships.

However, not everyone sees it that way. Apple Bloom is more emotionally driven than rational like her sister. She jumps at the first opportunity to try to make things right. But much like her sister, she's stout and hard-headed, which means I'm not gonna be able to stay in this room without an argument. "Well don't just stand there lookin' dumb. After her, g'on now, get!"

Just to keep the little piece I have left, I follow her instructions and start my walk through the halls, looking for the changeling. Instead, I find a few wandering students, a number of other instructors, and even a few janitorial staff. But I don't see head nor hoof of the changeling anywhere. I shouldn't be surprised if she's hiding out somewhere, probably as a fly on the wall, a crumpled sheet of paper, a pencil, whatever it takes to blend into a school environment. Chasing after her would be as useful as looking for a needle in a haystack. And even at the end, you'll end up hurting yourself when you find it.

"Psst!" I hear a voice calling from around a corner behind me. Knowing this place, it's probably a student looking to get someone else's attention. "Psst! Spike!" Then again, I guess it's me they're calling out to.

I turn around to see a smoky-gray griffon with blue eyes wearing a brown uniform, waving her talons at me to come closer. I look around and approach her slowly to see what is going on. "Gabby, what are you doing here? Don't you have a route or something to run?"

"I'm on my lunch break." She happily announces. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in joining me."

Not that this is the time to be accepting this kind of invitation, I'm flattered by her sudden offer. "Well, I would but─"

She doesn't even give me a moment to finish my sentence, she drags me along the way and pulls me through the halls. "Come on, follow me. I saw a shortcut coming through here."

While we traverse the school grounds, we end up making our way through the gym. She pulls me behind the bleachers and urges me to keep walking into the darkness. Before I can make any statement of our so-called shortcut, I feel her come to a complete stop in front of me. "Gabby, what are we doing here?"

I feel her body back into mine, she stands on her hind legs and brushes her tail up my thigh. "I just needed to see you about something."

"Oookay. We're pretty close aren't we?" I comment, trying to stay rational throughout the process, though my inner thoughts are proving that to be more of a failure by the second.

"We always were, you and I." She says with a devious smirk on her lips.

"But..." In the darkness, a set of talons seek along my body for a specific access. Her grasp silences me, only because I'm wanting to take it as far as I can right now. Her touch is an instant trigger that coerces me to be obedient, to submit to her wiles. I know I'm supposed to be going after Ocellus, and I'm sorry for my easily diverted attention, but some things are better left taken advantage of.

"I don't know how much time we have, but maybe we could make the best of it." Much like last night, our minds are on similar wavelengths, she has a want and I want what she wants.

I grab onto her, running my palm down her underbelly, grasping her up to remain standing as my other hand slides between her legs with covert greed. I whisper her name in her ear, seeking to hopefully reawaken that same fervor she showed in the bed and bathroom. "Gabby."

She reaches back to hold at my head, cooing as she giggles her response. "You know, griffons don't handle size too well."

"What do you mean?" I ask quietly.

She pulls my head further into her neck, stopping all motion as she makes sure I can hear her clearly with no distractions. "Their anatomy, they don't handle to your size too well. Too shallow, too narrow, complete misfit. Poor Gabby, you'd be hurting her if you even tried to get that monster of yours inside of her." The griffon turns around, her eyes glowing in the darkness. "I wanted to gauge your mood, see where your mind was." Her body erupts in a teal-colored flame. The griffon that once stood against me, teasing and searching for me, transforms into the changeling I'm sent to pursue. I'm almost scared out of my arousal. "Obviously something popped off between the two of you over the past week."

I try to lie to her in an attempt to put her at ease. "I promise nothing happened between us."

But she's too observant, her hoof runs along my growing sex. She's showing a rather interesting way of being angry about this, that or she's forcing herself to accept it. Either way, she's hard at work, I'm hard at being worked. "It seems to me your body is stuck on wishing something did."

"You know, it's a pretty cruel joke for you to keep doing this while interrogating me." I state, trying to wrestle with both the guilt and the arousal.

"So what, a hoof won't cut it right now?" Her hoof transforms to that of a griffon's paw, she giggles as she cusps me from base to tip, slowly gliding her palm upwards. "How about this then?"

"Dammit." I close my eyes for a moment before a hoof is driven to my chest to gain my attention.

"What happened between you two?" Ocellus is angry, but using her anger as a means of sexual deviation is something I didn't quite anticipate. In fact it's quite attractive, but also scary due to the implications.

I wonder if she's gonna go old-school and feed on me. That'll be something. "Nothing, we didn't do anything, honest."

We did nothing to each other physically, that much is true. But Ocellus is keen on deception tactics, she's looking to milk the confession out of me by any means necessary. "Nothing at all... seems like you can't stop throbbing to whatever thought you got conjured up in your mind." She briefly transforms back to the visage of the griffon whose form she adapted earlier. "Maybe her voice sets you off."

I throb fiercely in her grasp, knowing that anymore of this would cause a huge mess under these bleachers. "Please don't."

She maintains Gabby's image, but her voice reverts back to her own self. "I know you and the boys helped move you into your new place. Strange how you'll invite the boys, but you don't invite us girls over. I'm almost convinced that it was intentional."

"It wasn't." That much is true.

"What did you do on Sunday?" Her voice briefly goes back to match her current transformation.

She gives a firm pump towards my base, then releasing me to leave me on edge. I feel myself wanting to cross the plane of pleasure, but the lack of stimulation keeps me tethered in tension. "Gah!" I grit my teeth, sucking the air through them as I grip one of the support beams.

I know it's not Gabby in front of me, Ocellus is making me even more conflicted as to what I want. Damn this mare and her charms. She gives me a playful smack, leaving me to bob around for a moment and come out of my edge. "Now I see. Sunday. You saw her on Sunday too, didn't you?" It's her voice that speaks now.

"We just played Og's & Oub's, nothing else!" Heavens, this tension.

"So... Ogres and Oubliettes... and Orgasms." The hard-working claws finds me yet again, rapidly bringing me back up to that precipice she easily manipulates me into reaching.

I whisper as I buckle over her body, whispering into her neck. "Fuck, I'm cumming." She gives me a slightly harder slap, not quite finishing me but allowing that tension to linger further. The method of her ministrations are purely diabolical at this point. I thrust my hips into her, but she leaves me to lunge for the air. It leaves me to whimper much like a dog suddenly receiving no love and attention. "Wait, why'd you stop?"

"Because I can't get you to participate if you do." Her eyes trail down from mine to the top of my chest, finally down to the source of my problems. She runs a singular claw along the length of my shaft, whispering silently. "So, what happened that made you this pent up, hmm? Did she sit on you, sit close to you, touch you under the table?"

"No, none of that." If only she did.

The transformed changeling alters her voice yet again, matching the cadence and tones of her attitude perfectly. "I bet you wish I did, don't you?"

"This is so unfair." I laboriously mutter under my breath.

"Love ain't fair either." She growls back. "So you didn't do any of that, no kissing, hugging, none of that?" She finally gets tired of seeing me squirm to just small touches and taps. She alters her approach to a much more aggressive one. She wraps her hind leg around my body, making sure that she's firmly pressed against me where our bodies could potentially conjoin. "You know, I wanted to check in with you this morning. But you wanna know what I saw? I saw Gabby flying from a pretty swanky house in the middle of town, seems recently built. And I'm willing to bet after seeing you walk out of it, it's the same house you live in now." She starts to grind her hips into me, now dumping her disguise to be herself, all while talking as though she's the griffon herself. "So what happened Spike? We shared a roof together and now you don't even wanna talk about it?"

Her work is nothing short of demonic, a cruel bid for my attention that works in spades. "Ocellus─"

"So what, did you two just catch each other in the middle of something?" In grinding her hips, I feel the moistness of her body against mine. My claws dig deep into her body as I threaten to penetrate her. "Was I a bad girl, did I misbehave and do something I had no business doing in your home?"

She winks against me, I frantically feel beneath myself to align my body to meddle within hers. "Shit."

Her horn begins to glow as she looks deeply in my eyes, still holding to Gabby's voice. "Did I hump and grind away at a little something like I needed to relieve some pent up stress? Did my hips rise and fall enough for you? Did my gasps grab your attention? Did you like the little show I put on?"

"I can't─" I finally find my entrance and push for it.

But a magic aura holds me from experiencing the warmth I desired to surround myself with. She keeps my eyes focused to her as her horn gives off a bright flash. "Yeah you can." I feel closest to my climax, but then it suddenly subsides completely. But it's not just my climax that falls away, it's my arousal, my firmness, my everything. Without warning, all of my sexuality seems to be quenched by some unknown means. I look down to see myself being as flaccid as I can get, retreating to the hidden folds between my scales. She hops down with a proud smirk on her face. "You can hold on to that thought for a little while."

I frantically feel around for myself, seeing what the hell happened. "Dammit, what did you do?"

She sits down, proud of her work as she informs me of her malice. "Just a little chastity spell. Since you say nothing's going on between the two of you, I just thought you wouldn't have any problem holding on to that load for a little while longer. Oh yeah, don't expect for it to wear off anytime soon either."

The worst part of the spell is that I feel the familiar dullness of blue balls take over where my arousal used to be. And it's not just the usual kind either, it feels like it's taken on a suspended state for an indefinite time frame. I plead to the mare with frantic motions. "Please, you gotta take this spell off!"

"Nope." She says as she uses her magic to pull me down by my neck to meet her at her eye level. "What, you thought that I wasn't gonna let you have it after not telling me anything about this weekend? Oh no, I think I made that very clear when Smolder proposed the idea of bringing her onboard."

She lets me go while I fall to my knees, feeling an eternal sense of incompletion. "Is this even necessary?"

"Think of it as a business transaction with an insurance policy attached to it. If you manage to bring her in, I'll be sure to drop this spell on you. But don't think that you'll get to enjoy just a moment of you two being alone together. You'll butter her up as long as it takes, and you'll get her to join us one day. And if she can't accept what we're willing to provide, then she doesn't have a place in what we have. You'll leave her alone, and that's that." She pulls out her phone, checking the time to see how long she has before her next class. "Just know that in the end of either situation, you'll have to come see me about it."

"Why does this spell feel like shit?" I plead to her.

"Because I felt like that for the time you wouldn't think to talk to me, or call me, or text me, or anything. You planned your whole week around her and the house, but you left me out of all of it. So yeah, you're going to feel like shit for a little while." She points back at me. "So I'm willing to bet that she doesn't know about us being what we are to you, does she?"

"I haven't talk to her about it yet, I just wanted her to get comfortable being around me first." I confess to her.

The changeling pouts over my admission. "Then you might want to get on that before this weekend coming up."

While I would be happy to make the time for that, I have a date situated in red on my calendar as a 'can't miss' engagement, namely one that Twilight ordered me to attend two weeks ago. "I can't, I have the Friendship Summit in Canterlot."

Ocellus spares no mercy at my excuse. "That's too bad. Guess you'll be holding on to that nut for about two weeks then."

"Oh come on." I plead with her, unfortunately my words fall on deaf ears.

"I'm sure you two will have a few more 'game nights' left before we interject." She says as she taps me on my chest. "Welp, see you in about two weeks, dragon boy."

I throw out a concern, hoping to get her to reconsider somehow. "What if this triggers dragon lust?"

Unfortunately, she's also a long-term thinker. "Trust me, it won't even matter. We still have Smolder to milk you dry of that possibility, but you won't have to worry about that for two weeks. After all, what's to lust for when there is no lust to be present, Mr. Dragon?"

...I love how kinky she is, I hate how methodical she can be. "You're so damn devious."

With a victorious smirk, she puts her phone away and leaves me to wallow in my newfound magic-driven despair. "I am my mother's child. Don't forget what all she caused."

Oh yeah, I have to remember that this is Chrysalis' daughter I'm dealing with. Guess the idea of her pulling my wings off wasn't nearly enough for me, I have to go after her hell spawn and become best friends with one of her sons as well. If it wasn't for the fact that the changelings reformed, I'd probably be better off sleeping with the enemy. Just the idea of getting it in with Chrysalis is a mistake, I can only imagine what Shining Armor had to go through during the last night before his faux wedding. And here I am dealing with the mare that could best take after her if she chose to do so. If anything, she has her mother's mind.

I can only look down to my poor penis and sigh in empathy. "I just had to stick you in crazy, didn't I?"

Ocellus appears to be in brighter spirits now that she has her spell on me. Apparently her thing was that I didn't check in enough, which I feel is a bit unfair given that she didn't even give me much of a chance to speak to her when I wanted to last Monday. I thought we could at least try to negotiate boundaries or something, but she just wrote me off. I can't help but to think that she did that on purpose, probably to give a good reason why she could use this spell.

And since I know that some spells have a recoil factor during it's activity, I wonder if she's getting any sort of reaction to my lack of lust thereof. Perhaps there's some sort of trade, I'll probably have to ask Starlight later on because I can't possibly bring this up to Twilight.

Smolder snags my attention shortly after her shift, she pulls me along wanting to see the place I moved into. And I'm more than happy to oblige, at least she can get a sneak peek at what to look forward to when we come to a consensus on moving in together. At least we can try to have a bit of a family-but-not-family dynamic going on. Plus I want to see her reaction to my new bed when she lays on it.

When we arrive, she has a lot to say about the amount of space that's readily available. "Really, you got this whole behemoth of a place to yourself?"

"Well, yeah. But I didn't really plan on having it to myself exclusively." I inform her.

She quirks a brow as we start to walk up the stairs. "What do you mean?"

"I know it's still in the far-too-early phase of our relationship to think about it, but I was thinking of having your girls move in whenever you felt comfortable. There's more than enough space to do what we do"

She pauses for a brief moment before giving her answer. "Huh..."

"What? Bad idea?"

"No, the idea is admirable, the fact that you thought this far ahead is pretty... ambitious, to say the least. But yeah, it might have to be a little empty for a while." At least she's honest.

While the idea of having a home to myself is a great idea, I intend to have this place to further engage in the more adult part of my life. Having the boys over the weekend showed me how I could have it as a hangout spot, having Gabby over showed me how well the rooms insulate sound, that is if I close the doors, and our game session showed how easily I can set the mood if I want to make things a little spicy. "How about sleepovers?" I suggest.

"Mmm, that could work." I'm sure Smolder's on board with dragging Ocellus into the bed with us. If anything, I'm sure she'll be unlikely to commence a hostile takeover of the pillows once she gets a taste of the mattress.

That could lead to other issues, but that's an issue for future Spike to worry about. "Great, I'll show you the new bed I got. Maybe you can give your opinion of that also." I tell her as I open the doors to the master bedroom.

The dragon gawks at the massive open floor plan, namely with the enormous bed situated at the center. She flies over to it with an expression of curiosity and giggling disbelief. "Spike, what the hell is this thing?"

"It's a bed." I tell her in between a chuckle at her reaction.

"Obviously, I mean what the fuck is this size?" The grin on her face is telling, she loves it.

"Aw, you don't like it?"

She laughs as she answers my question. "It's a bit much for just you."

"I mean I thought if we were going to be herding and all, I felt that it would've been better to have a bed that would accommodate that."

The dragoness shakes her head and watches as I sit down. "Forward thinking, I get it, but a bit too much right now."

"You don't know that." I argue with her.

She readies herself to take her seat next to me. "Yeah, I do. I mean what can you even do with a bed─" As soon as her body lands on the mattress, she silences her self and stares at me for a second in absolute bewilderment. She flops backwards, spreading her wings out and absorbing the comfort. Her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates while she stammers for answers. "Uh... Spike... what is this bed made of?" Her voice is probably the quietest I've ever heard it for a casual conversation.

"It's a memory foam and gel hybrid mattress, imported straight from the human world. Soft, right?"

She looks at me and stresses her words heavily. "You. Cannot. Let the other dragons discover this."

"Yeah, I'm sure they'll be ordering more than we can promise for the time being." I say as I lay next to her on my side.

"Not only that, but they're going to be calling you a soft pony princess ass-kisser while looking to steal this monster from underneath you." She grabs one of the matching pillows, seeing how easily she can find a comfortable position to lay in. "Okay, seriously, all this, this shit could start a fucking war."

"That good, huh?" Looks like I've won her over.

She suddenly sits up with a chaotic thought. "Better thought, don't let Ember discover you have this bed."

Oh yeah, I would never see this bed again. "She might claim it for herself, yeah I know."

"I was gonna say that she'll tear the damn thing in half and claim it to be dragon lord property. But yeah, taking the whole bed would probably be her speed." At least I'm not the only one who sees it that way.

"Yeah. Did you know she paid me a visit on Thursday?"

"Thursday, wasn't that the day you spent time mini-golfing with Gabby?"

"Yeah, she tried to insert herself in that time slot." I answer with an exasperated sigh.

"Did you at least entertain her?" She asks with a little concern.

"She came all this way to ask me to a spar." I answer in deadpan.

"A spar?" It doesn't take long for Smolder to add up the pieces. "Oh... yeah she probably wasn't going for a simple spar sesh."

"I know." I groan back in agreement.

She starts to mutter to herself in thought. "Huh, I almost forgot to take that into account about this whole herding thing, didn't I? Yeah that would be a bad look."

"What do you mean?" I turn over to her.

"I mean that while I'm open to having a polyamorous relationship with you and Ocellus, and maybe even Gabby, I can say for certain that Ember ain't gonna be as friendly with the idea."

I already know. "Yeah, she's gonna try for dibs."

"Not just dibs, exclusivity." Same point, but yeah. "By all accounts of any dragon lord being in power, they're usually the ones who demand a harem of dragons for themselves. If you go get one of your own while being a favored pick, you might as well hide off in some unknown corner of the world where she can't get to you."

Why does everything about her has to be so damn violent? "Yikes."

"Honestly, the fact that you and I locked up will probably be grounds for a fight by itself. She'll fight me for 'ownership' of you, and she'll fight you just because she'll want you to prove your worth."

Again, violence to an end. "She's a mess."

"She's just old-fashioned." Smolder argues in favor of the volatile dragon lord.

"I get that, but that's not what I want to do." I stress to her.

Smolder sighs as she continues onward. "I'm sure you've explained that to her a number of times. But do you honestly expect her to care?"

Not a damn bit. "I guess not."

She grabs me at my jaw, pulling me closer to her as she makes her point as sweetly as possible. "So if there's anyone you need to hide our multi-faceted relationship from, it's her."

You don't have to tell me twice. "Royally noted."

The dragoness smiles before rolling into the middle of the bed, happily making a playful scene of it. "So, you and Gabby had a sleepover in this bed?"

"No! I mean I let her stay the night on the account of the thunderstorm, but I had a separate bedroom for her already done." I explain.

The dragon shows her disapproval. "Wow, you had this big ass bed and you still couldn't invite her to it."

"We weren't planning to go that far!" I stress once more.

She waves her tail in front of me as she gives me her sly little smirk. "I'm just teasing you, you big lug." She rolls into me, comfortably nestling into my chest. "But yeah, this thing feels way nicer than the beds over at the dorms."

See, why can't Ember be like this? Smolder has her edge and she can beat anyone to a pulp, but she's not going to be violently opposed to small stuff like this. If anything, she's showing me that dragons can be pretty intimate if they choose to be. And right now she's so cuddly that even the horns and scales don't bother me.

I give her a kiss on her forehead and snicker a quick joke. "Too bad it's way too big for the dorms."

"Yeah." She confirms while coiling her tail around my leg. But of course, the cute has to be counteracted by her occasional silliness. "You know, you could cut this mattress into four pieces and have like four full-size mattresses for ponies."

"That's what I was going for."

She shows heavy enthusiasm as she tries to wriggle her way free. "Great, so when can we saw this bad boy up─"

"NO!"

She giggles as she leans into my neck, letting a quick nap take over. "Can't blame a dragon for trying."

Yesterday, I found myself under the spell of a disgruntled changeling looking to assert her dominance. As far as how the spell works, I now discover that I can still have an erection but it doesn't sustain past a certain point. I do have lust, but it's quickly offset by the same feeling that I had when the spell was first applied, which is a bad case of blue balls. It's an interesting punishment she has lined up, but I feel like she's mainly doing it out of jealousy. To be fair, she did warn me of how she felt. It's just too bad I'm going to have to feel shitty for two weeks before I can finally unload all of that pent-up sexual aggression, no doubt on her as per her preference.

But today, I find out another cruel twist to that spell. Periodically, all of that lust and diversion comes back, and it hits hard. Even for a moment, I feel as insatiable as I was when I first discovered how to reach an orgasm. I think it was bad at one point where I bent over a toilet in the shopping mall, frantically trying to relieve myself before experiencing the collapse of that same tension. At the end of it all, I felt so empty and unsatisfied, angry even. All I can do is take the punishment and suffer in silence, unable to tell the others what it is that's driving me up a wall. It's a cruel punishment.

Damn that changeling and her crazy ass kinks.

As I'm laying in the bed, I feel that same emptiness that plagued me when I was left unsatisfied for weeks. While I know that the feeling is only temporary, it's agonizing to go through. Perhaps I will get to a point and adapt to it, or it'll overwhelm me enough to drive me to insanity, only time can tell.

My phone gives off a quick buzz, vibrating atop of my chest as I lay thinking of how I'm going to deal with this moving forward. I tap at my screen, and I'm surprised to see the name at the top of the message bubble. I unlock my phone and check on the message chain. It's a simple text from Gabby. "Hey."

I write her back with a fairly typical reply. "Hey, how are you?"

"I'm fine. How about you?" Apparently, I don't have to wait long for her to get back at me. It seems she's pretty eager to get to her point, that or she's happy to message me.

"I'm okay. Just chilling."

"That's good." I guess the sudden replies from her makes this a bit of an uncharacteristic exchange. Usually we do this through letters and it takes sometimes a week up to months of correspondence to hear back. I suppose that the instant messaging aspect is more of her speed these days. I don't blame her.

"Yeah." Oh yeah, while we're at it, I should tell her that I'm out of town this weekend. It's going to be hard having a game day when I don't know what time I'm scheduled to be done. "I unfortunately got a little something on this weekend, I can't make any appointments for Sunday like last time."

"Bummer. 😑" As expected, she's pretty disappointed by the news.

But I do offer an alternative. "Yeah. But I can try to sneak in Thursday, if you're down."

"Oh. Actually I have a little something to do on Thursday too. 😖" Guess I'm not the only one with a spotty schedule this week.

"Ah, that's unfortunate."

But she's quick to offer another suggestion. "Tomorrow?"

Honestly, I'm surprised she's even offering that as her choice. I'm figuring that she might want to go with Monday or even a postponement for next Thursday, something like that. Even with all of what happened with us on Sunday going into Monday morning. Maybe she's that sprung on getting back to the world of her creation, I don't blame her. "I'm pretty free on that day."

"Cool! 😊" I also see that she's pretty well-versed on using her phone. Most other creatures take a while to fall into that pattern, I don't even use them that often. But she seems pretty comfortable with it.

"I'll be sure to keep things pretty short on Wednesday, I know you got work in the morn and you also gotta get back home at a respectable hour."

Damn, she pretty fast with her messages too. Now that's a surprise. "Yeah, I was going to make a note of that. My bf didn't like me staying over. He's a bit insecure when it comes to stuff like that. 🙃"

You know, she doesn't like talking about this guy she's supposedly with. Maybe she's actually with someone, but she sure don't show much of it outside of maybe a few comments. I know that he wasn't on the front of her mind Sunday night, and he sure as hell wasn't there on Monday morning. Maybe I should pry into that just a bit while we're on the subject. "How long have you two been dating?"

"A while now." Wow, what a very insightful and clearly-defined answer. Either this relationship isn't on her mind while she's texting me, it's going bad for the both of them, or this guy clearly doesn't exist.

I'm gonna still act like she has one. Maybe she can weave together some personality for the guy, just as easily as she can weave a fictional world together. "I know you two had a little spat a couple of days ago, y'all good?"

"It's fine. It happens." She's pretty indifferent to the situation, that's not alarming at all.

"Yeah. Comes with the territory of being in a commitment."

"How about you, seeing someone?" And now she's prying into MY relationship status!? Mystery boyfriend, where art thou?

"Maybe I am." I suppose we're in the stage of us still feeling each other out. I guess it's only fair that I bring up a bit of transparency before this gets bad.

She takes a little while longer to respond, that's not a good sign. "Did she ever come by the new house? 😏" Ah, she's trying to play it cool now.

"She thinks it's a bit too much."

"Guess it would overwhelm some ponies." She's much quicker to the draw this time. "Or whatever creature you're seeing. 🦄🐱🐶🦁🐔🐲🦓🐱‍👤" And she's extremely liberal with her emotes. Guess she doesn't know who I'm involved with for real. She'll soon find out, in about a week I suppose.

"Yeah. I showed her the bed and she had a fit, said it's way too big."

"She obviously don't understand dragons. Any comfort in excess is enough for you guys." Stereotypes, really?

"Maybe that's true. 🙄" Okay, maybe there's a bit of truth to that, I'll admit it. We can be some greedy asses. "Or maybe I'm just that wild of a sleeper."

"And I thought I was the wild one. 😅" You are the wild sleeper. You are the only one I can sleep with normally at night, then wake up with your crotch in my face while you've robbed me of the sheets and pillows. At least you're self-aware.

"It happens."

"So is it really that big?" My mind is already trying to go to dirty places. Let's please keep it family friendly, Spike. I know you don't like to feel like you're going to have a mind-break every time you get aroused.

"Yeah."

"I bet that's just your thing, huh?"

That's a weird thing to say. "What's my thing?"

"Having stuff that's way too big for your own good."

Keep it safe, keep your mind out of the gutter, and everything will be just fine. "Maybe I like big."

"If I was a gambling griff, I'd say you're compensating for something. 🤣"

Oh no she fucking didn't, this little─ "What do you think I'm compensating for?"

"Nothing I can talk about. 😇" She did. She really took me there. I can't believe this, the betrayal I feel.

Maybe I can turn this around. "So I'm not compensating for anything is what you're saying?"

"You totally are." Why do I feel like she's gaslighting me to react a certain way? Apparently it's also working.

"Then tell me what I'm compensating for."

"I don't know. 🤔" I feel she's throwing signals. She knows I'm not compensating for anything, the face she made while watching me on Sunday night tells me that she knows that I've got some goods she clearly wants to pack and ship. "Does your girlfriend mind me chatting it up with you?" Now I really feel like she's doing this on purpose.

"She's pretty cool about it." By cool, I mean place me under a really shitty spell that denies me orgasms and have me feeling like I lost out on a really good Saturday night every two hours. Yeah, she's totally cool about it. "She knows you and I have history."

"Oh, so she's pretty secure in you." She sends yet another message. "That's dangerous. 🚩"

Now I know she's just gassing me up for fun. "Why?"

"I don't know, maybe you'll do something that she won't expect."

Like really gassing me up. I should be back in Austin on the freeway as bad as she's gassing me up at this point. "Like what?"

"All I know is that most of you boys are the same." AND THERE IT IS!

"Are we?" I know I'm playing right into her, but what choice do I have? I have to defend myself somehow. "What do we do that you think we all do?"

"Cheat." At least she put it out there, she's honest about how she feels.

But is it really cheating when both of my partners have made provisions for me to scout out an addition to the group? Is it really cheating to pop the cork to another girl for a moment's time, and NOT do anything with her? I'd like to think I've been playing by the rules, despite Ocellus treating me as though I've broken them somehow. "Me, cheat? NEVER!"

"You? Never cheated? Not even once?"

Okay, I really want to hear her answer on this one. "When have I ever cheated, much less on you when we were together?"

"I wouldn't know, Mr. World-Traveler." So I'm the bad guy, based on prospect? You know what, I understand how that comes up. I go around the world, I have multiple love interests, I lay into a few choice options, and treat it like the stock market, pump and dump. But wouldn't that somehow get around in the international community that I would be seen as a adulterer, wouldn't that same story also get leaked to the press and I have to have a press conference to publicly apologize for my actions, following that with a penned letter of resignation, all of that coupled with Twilight making a few comments on my various misdeeds and how I should be reprimanded?

Yeah, that makes perfect sense. Scandal free, but I sleep around because I travel. You know what, I'm not even going to go that far. "So you must think I'm dishonest."

"Everyone is to a fault."

Now I can flip this shit around. "Including you?"

"Perhaps." ...Okay, not the answer I was expecting from miss goody-two-shoes.

So let's get some honesty out the way. "You ever cheated on your guy?"

"Nope. 😊" Of course she denies it.

"You never thought of doing it?"

"Nope. 😇" And of course she doubles down.

I know what I can do, I'm going to hit her where I know I can catch her. "So you're telling me you ain't ever had some thoughts about someone that got you off?"

"Why would I do that? 🤨" And she has the fucking gaud to deny it, never mind the ripped sheets I had replaced on yesterday, or the stained mattress from your extracurricular activity. Never mind all of that, you would never do something so licentious.

"I mean everyone does it at least once in life." Hell you watched me do it, I watched you do it. Just tell the truth.

"It sounds like you want me to give it a try." You gave it a college try on Monday morning in my shower too.

But let me tone this conversation down before I get too enthralled. "I never said that."

While she's usually fast on the draw when it comes to messaging, she's taking a pretty slow time to get back at me on this round. I guess she must be busy doing something. So I walk to the bathroom to relieve myself and come back to my phone, only to find that there's a media message on my feed. I see it's also from Gabby.

And as soon as I open it up, I see exactly where her mind is.

"Who said I wouldn't be open to it?"

You. Dirty. Bird. "Bad girl." You had me going all for this?

"I feel like a mouse sometimes too. The big bad cat's gone away, a mouse's gotta keep herself entertained. 🐭"

I know this spell is a fucking scourge on my life, but to hell with it. The sooner I bring her into the fold, the sooner I get Ocellus involved, the sooner this spell comes off of me. So you know what, I'm gonna say it, fuck your boyfriend, he's done. "You by yourself?"

"...Maybe. 🙈🙉🙊" Oh my. She says 'fuck him' without even trying. I like this Gabby, where was she at when we were dating? Was this her the entire time and I just didn't have the staycation days to find out? I'm sure as hell finding out now, and I'm all for it.

I'm gonna love and hate this. Mutually. "What are you doing right now?"

She subtly replies. "Wouldn't you like to know. 😈"

If this spell wasn't on me tomorrow...

Author's Note

Hey there, readers, been a while since I had the time to put one of these together. It's been a pretty busy set of months for me, and a lot of it has to do with a bunch of good stuff that's been happening lately. So no life complaints for me for the time being. However I do want to take the time to apologize for the Gabby pic (by punkpegasus circa 2016) being anthro and it might break the immersion a bit (despite griffons being semi-anthro by nature of the canon. I just couldn't find a pic that would better give a visual of her appearance at the moment (that and AI is having a difficult time actualizing my prompts in the manner that I prefer it to be).

But in the meantime, I have moved back to a consistent schedule until at least sometime in July. I thank all of you for keeping with me thus far. I hope to see you all again.