Twilight Sparkle stomped up the stairs to the upper floor of her crystal castle. If anypony were around to see the Princess, they would have taken one look at her and hastily crafted an excuse to be literally anywhere else. Luckily, Starlight was spending an evening with Trixie, and Spike was…Spike. Twilight didn’t know where the drake was at the moment, and she didn’t care. She was fuming, sweat evaporating off of her coat in waves of pent-up frustration and exasperation.
Twilight entered her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her, sending rattles through the crystal walls and knocking several small books from her nightstand. She stood in place for a moment, taking deep, shaking breaths trying to get her mind under control. The shaking eventually eased, and with her breath under control Twilight glanced at the books she had knocked to the floor. Grabbing one in her magic, she brought it to her study desk and took a seat.
The princess examined the book, rotating it in her magic and scanning through the pages to peer at every imperfection, every crease. She was very familiar with the book of course; it was her personal diary. But Twilight would take any excuse for a distraction at the moment. The impeccable, flowing hornwriting on the faded purple cover read Twilight Sparkle’s Diary: Twelfth Edition. Written on the bottom in red block letter font was a reminder to any snooping eyes to KEEP OUT!
Twilight opened the journal to the first blank page, then grabbed a quill and put her thoughts to paper, hoping to make some sense of Spike’s recent behavior.
Dear Diary,
I have defeated villains who had the power to utterly destroy Equestria. I redeemed Princess Luna and reunited her with her sister. I brought the Lord of Chaos to heel. I run Equestria’s premier school teaching the Magic of Friendship, and soon I will take over the leadership of the entire country.
But I have no idea what to do about Spike. Spike…
Ever since he grew his wings, he’s changed. At first, I would feel his gaze sending goosebumps down my neck. When I turned to look at him he would snap his eyes back to his comic book, positioned perfectly to hide his lower half.
I should have just called him out there, but I said nothing. It was too awkward, what could I say? I’m like a mother to him! I… we just celebrated his eleventh birthday, for Celestia’s sake!
Why didn’t I say something? Anything!
Spike became more daring after that, once I started tucking my tail between my legs whenever he was around. He wanted more. When I was in the kitchen with my front hooves on the counter reading a recipe book, he crawled under my stomach to stare at my breasts. When I went to the bathroom, he used his claw to pick the lock on the door handle, then cracked open the door to watch me urinate.
I’ve rectified my earlier mistake of course. I’ve called him out on his highly inappropriate behavior time and again, but every time he denies and deflects. I don’t know what to do.
All of the dragon mating and biology journals I’ve read mention nothing that would explain his behavior. And to make matters worse, he’s a perfect gentledrake around our friends; he only tries to take advantage of me when we’re alone.
Actually, that may be a silver lining. How would I even begin to apologize if he attempted something like this with Rarity? Or, stars forbid, one of the crusaders?
I’m at my wit’s end. I need help.
Twilight let out a deep, mournful sigh, then shut her journal and stood up. Trotting down the stairs, she made her way to the kitchen to brew a cup of chamomile tea. Twilight kept her ears perked, but sighed in relief when she would neither see nor hear the predatory dragon who was haunting her thoughts.
The water reached the desired temperature, and she began to pour from the kettle into her cup. Then, Twilight felt a chill run down her back, and she clamped her tail tight against her rear.
“Spike, is that you?” Twilight knew the answer fully well; nopony else was home tonight. Spike said nothing in return, but walked over to her from his hiding place in the corner, his claws clacking against the crystal floor with each step. “Can I help you with anything?”
Right behind her now, Spike finally spoke up, “Yeah, you can.” Twilight nearly jumped as Spike grabbed her flank and squeezed.
“Spike! Please don’t. Please, this isn’t okay! We’re family!” Twilight began to hyperventilate, losing control of the situation once again. Her teacup nearly shattered as it hit the counter, forgotten in her rising panic.
If Spike heard her pleading, he paid it no mind. His other hand rose to her tail, grabbing it and forcefully pulling it aside, leaving Twilight’s marehood on full display. Twilight felt Spike’s heavy breaths wash over her lips, causing her to wink involuntarily from the stimulation.
Twilight blinked hot tears from her eyes as she stood frozen in fear. Still, she tried to negotiate, to save their relationship and pretend that everything could be normal again. “Spike, that’s enough. Please. You can’t do this. We can’t do this. Let’s just talk, we can work something out.”
Deep inside her, Twilight felt the embers of her earlier rage beginning to reignite. She felt helpless, violated, used. All of the powers of an alicorn at the tips of her hooves, yet she couldn’t protect herself when it mattered most. Despite it all, Twilight didn’t want to hurt Spike; she wanted to help him, to understand why he was acting like this and fix it. She restrained herself, even as Spike brought his head closer to her lips and inhaled her aroma.
Then Spike crossed the line. Without warning, he spread her purple lips apart between his fingers, exposing the pink flesh inside, and jammed a clawed finger deep inside.
Twilight screamed. Pushing against the kitchen counter with her front hooves, she lifted a rear leg and kicked out behind her, sending Spike crashing against the rear wall of the kitchen hard enough to leave a hairline crack from the floor to the ceiling.
“SPIKE! What the fuck is wrong with you!” She stomped over to the dragon, who was holding his head as he tried to sit up. Her smoldering rage had new fuel, and it flared brightly. “That’s rape Spike, do you understand? Rape!”
Spike shook his head and looked up at the towering princess from his seated position. Fear was in his eyes. He knew he would cross the line someday, but he didn’t expect this level of anger. “Twilight, calm down!” He reached a hand up to rub at a forming bruise. “Ugh, my fucking head…”
Spike was suddenly yanked up in a purple aura of magic to come face-to-face with his infuriated caretaker. “Spike, this ends NOW. Do you understand?” Spike rapidly nodded, gulping in fear, before he was unceremoniously dropped to the floor.
Twilight looked down at the drake. Catching his eyes, she lowered her voice to a near-whisper. “Look at my horn, Spike.” The dragon cocked his head to the side in confusion. “LOOK AT IT!” He quickly looked up past Twilight’s forehead to the towering, regal horn atop it. “If you ever try anything like that again, I swear to Celestia I will take his horn and SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!”
Spike’s breath caught in his lungs as his mind tried to catch up. When it did, his lips quivered for a moment before he snorted in laughter. “Oh Twilight, you’d do that for me? How romantic!” Spike rolled over, clutching his sides in laughter as Twilight looked at him, first in confusion, then disgust.
“I’m not joking, you little shit!” Twilight glanced down and was horrified to see Spike’s penis emerging from his scales and growing in size. “And put that away! You’re disgusting!”
Once Spike got his laughter under control, he sat back up. He looked down at his smooth, pinkish-red cock, then back to Twilight. “Hey, it’s not my fault! If you don’t want to see it, don’t threaten me with a good time!” Spike started laughing again at his own joke, rolling backwards this time and unintentionally showcasing his dick to Twilight.
Twilight’s eye started to twitch. It was too much to handle. The spying, the groping, the finger rape, and now when she tried to take control of the situation, Spike just laughed at her.
The last of her restraint crumpled, then ignited, the ashes floating away to nothing.
Lifting the drake with her magic, Twilight teleported them to her bedroom. Spike may have been comfortable molesting her in the common areas of the castle where anypony could walk in and find them, but Twilight didn’t want to be disturbed.
She was in control now.
Throwing Spike onto the bed, Twilight cast a number of spells in quick succession: one to ensure the bedroom door couldn’t be opened by anypony but her, one to ensure any pegasi flying outside wouldn’t be able to see inside the windows, and finally a strong soundproofing spell. Once that was finished, she stalked slowly toward the bed, her eyes never leaving the dragon.
Spike was afraid of the look in his caretaker’s eyes, but he couldn’t resist cracking another joke. “What are we gonna do on the bed, Twilight?”
Twilight answered, but she didn’t mirror the dragon’s joking tone: “Bend over.”
Spike’s eyes widened, and he held up his hands in fear. “Twilight, chill the fuck out! I was just joking, okay?”
Twilight reached the side of the bed, and Spike scrambled backwards, trying to get away. Twilight lit her horn and grabbed him forcefully once more in her magic. She brought him to her side of the bed, and rotated him onto his hands and knees facing away from her. She lifted Spike’s tail into the air, exposing his puckered hole clenched tightly shut above his small sack. His dragonhood was nowhere to be seen, retracted beneath his scales in fear.
“Twilight, please, it was just a j-joke, please! I’m eleven years old!” Spike begged with a quiver in his voice. He strained hopelessly against the princess’s overwhelming magical strength.
Twilight’s only response was to cast another spell, and Spike felt a tingling sensation on his butt. The feeling flowed deep inside his ass, and he started to cry. “T-Twilight, don’t do this!”
Twilight snorted. “Aww, is the widdle baby scared? How do you think I felt, you little piece of shit? Now you get to know how it feels!” Twilight lined up her horn, and prodded Spike’s ass as he continued to cry. Then without warning, she slammed it home in one smooth motion, pushing all the way in until she felt Spike’s tiny balls against her forehead.
Spike screamed until his lungs began to burn, then took a deep breath and screamed again. The spell Twilight cast had lubricated his passage, but it wasn’t enough to dull the pain of the forced entry, just enough to prevent any serious damage. Still, Spike was a virgin, and Twilight’s alicorn-sized horn was half as long as he was tall. The horn started out slim at the tip, but gradually expanded in circumference until it was as thick as his arm at the base. That base was now stretching his opening wider than he could ever imagine, and the pain was blinding.
Twilight waited until Spike’s cries began to die down. Just as she was about to start pumping into the tiny dragon, she looked up in horror. Right in front of her was Spike’s penis, emerging from his scales and beginning to swell.
“You disgusting little shit, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you!” Twilight began roughly pumping her horn in and out of Spike’s abused ass as the dragon cried out in pain.
“AHH! N-no, Twi-AHH-Twilight, stop! Sto-huh-uh-uhhhh…” Spike continued to wail piteously until Twilight adjusted the magic holding him in place and shoved his head into the bedsheets, muffling his cries and nearly suffocating him.
Twilight was in a rhythm now, pulling out nearly all the way then slamming her entire horn into Spike again, and again. Spike’s dragonhood was fully erect now, and Twilight watched it slap against his stomach with each thrust. Then, she had an idea.
Twilight lifted Spike off of the mattress, held in midair only by the thick horn still impaling his tiny ass. “Look at that pathetic little cock, you’re enjoying this aren’t you, you disgusting little pervert! Are you gonna cum? You gonna cum from my thick horn stretching your tiny asshole?”
Spike’s face was beet-red from the pain and the tears still flowing down his cheeks. He shook his head in denial between sobs. But despite his rejection he could feel a pressure building in his cock. The ribbed grooves in Twilight’s horn were pounding his prostate, and it was having an effect. His cries began to sound more and more like moans, and Twilight noticed.
Lowering him back into the bed, she slowly pulled her horn out of his now gaping anus, and stood over him. Looking deep into his bloodshot, puffy eyes, she lit her horn and forced her magic into Spike’s sore, abused ass, creating a fake stallion cock even thicker than her horn. She pumped the magical cock in and out of the dragon as his cries began anew. Then she lifted her hoof and pressed it down onto Spike’s cock, grinding against his perineum.
“Cum, you little bitch. You fucking slut. You like my cock in your ass, don’t you? You’re just a little whore, aren’t you?”
Spike was shaking, clawing at the bedsheets in agony and confused arousal. As much as he wanted to deny it, to rob the monster standing above him of any satisfaction, he knew he was about to cum. His vision faded to white, and he screamed out as his back arched off the mattress and thick ropes of cum sprayed from his crushed cock, coating his stomach, his face, and into his gaping mouth as he gasped in pained ecstasy. Twilight continued to pump the magical cock into his ass until he was fully spent.
As his dick began to retract, Twilight ended her spells. Climbing onto the bed and looking down at the softly crying dragon, she whispered into his ear. “Remember this, I’m the boss here, not you.” Twilight then spat on his face, climbed off the bed, turned off the light, and left the bedroom. Spike was left crying and confused in the dark, covered in his own cum, tears, sweat and Twilight’s saliva. Sleep did not come easy, and in his dreams he was haunted by a demon with wings and a horn, and Twilight’s cutie mark.
