God's Ultimate Cheat Console

Spike opened his eyes, and was met with pure and total darkness, no sound, no smell, no movement registered around him.

At the far end of the, wherever he was, he saw a beam of light shooting upward, and for some reason, he felt drawn to it, even though he knew what that light represented.

As Spike floated through the void, the sensation of weightlessness enveloped him completely. It was neither warm nor cold, just an expansive darkness that seemed to stretch infinitely in every direction. Yet, the distant light beckoned him, a beacon cutting through the oblivion.

As he drifted closer, whispers began to swirl around him, ephemeral and elusive. Some voices were warm and welcoming, others solemn and foreboding. Each carried a message, an echo of wisdom or a shroud of warning.

"Brave soul, you tread where few dare," a soft, feminine voice caressed his consciousness, its tone filled with admiration.

"Power is a double-edged sword, wield it with care," intoned a deep, resonant male voice, echoing around him like a bell.

"The path you carve will echo through the ages," murmured another, the words intertwining with the others in a symphony of unseen presences.

As he approached the source of light, the voices grew louder, more insistent. "In turning Divine, we tangle endlessly," a chorus of voices whispered together, the phrase repeating like a mantra, resonating with a significance that Spike could feel deep in his soul.

"Remember, every choice casts a shadow," warned a voice that sounded ancient and weary.

"You are not alone in this journey, yet the burden is yours alone to bear," a gentle voice offered, both comforting and daunting.

And then, just as the brilliance of the light seemed almost within reach, enveloping him in its radiant warmth, everything abruptly faded into darkness once more. The voices, the light, the fleeting sense of motion—all vanished, leaving Spike enveloped in a profound silence that seemed to press against his very essence.

BEEP… BEEP… BEEP

Spike's eyelids fluttered open, the incessant beeping beside him piercing the dense fog of unconsciousness that had enveloped him. As his vision cleared, the sterile white of a hospital room came into focus. Tubes and wires snaked from his body to various machines, monitoring his vitals.

A doctor, clad in blue scrubs, noticed his awakening and approached with a chart in hand, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Welcome back to the land of the living," she said cheerfully.

Spike tried to speak, but his throat was dry, his voice a mere rasp. "What... happened?" he managed to croak.

The doctor's smile faded slightly as she reviewed her notes before addressing his question. "You've been through quite an ordeal," she began, her tone serious. "You suffered severe internal injuries during your fight, including internal bleeding. Moreover, you came into contact with a toxic black miasma. It's a miracle you're still with us."

She paused, allowing the gravity of the situation to sink in for Spike. "The substance corroded parts of your arms and legs. It's only thanks to the Phoenix tears present in your system that we didn’t have to amputate. However, the damage was significant. You'll need extensive rehabilitation to learn how to walk and run again."

Spike absorbed this information, a sense of disbelief washing over him. "How long... have I been here?" he asked, his voice stronger but still laced with fatigue.

"Two months," the doctor replied, checking the readings on a nearby monitor. "You flatlined three times. This last time, we nearly lost you for good. It gave everyone quite the scare, especially your fiancée."

As she spoke, the doctor continued her examination, adjusting a drip here, checking a monitor there, her movements practiced and efficient. "We'll start your physical therapy as soon as you're stable enough to move. For now, rest is your best friend. You've been given a second chance, Mr. Drake. Let's not waste it."

Spike lay back, the weight of the doctor's words pressing down on him. He was alive, by some miracle, but the road to recovery would be long and fraught with challenges. As the reality of his situation settled in, a mix of gratitude for his survival and determination to regain his strength filled him.

HOURS LATER

Spike stirred from his slumber, a sensation of being watched prickling at the edge of his consciousness. He opened his eyes to a peculiar sight—Fluttershy was leaning over him, dressed in what could only be described as a "sexy nurse" costume, complete with a short white apron and a cap perched jauntily on her head. Her breathing was heavy, filled with a mix of concern and something else that Spike couldn't quite place.

“Shy?” he croaked

As soon as she noticed his eyes fluttering open, Fluttershy's expression transformed into one of immense relief. She threw her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder as she began to sob quietly. Confused but instinctively understanding the need for comfort, Spike wrapped his arms around her, letting her draw solace from his presence.

“What’s with the…” Spike started

Before Spike could inquire about her choice of attire, Fluttershy pulled back slightly, looked into his eyes, and pressed her lips to his in a passionate, unexpected kiss. Spike's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing to process the sudden turn of events.

The moment was shattered by the sound of the door swinging open. Applejack stepped into the room, her eyes widening as she caught Fluttershy and Spike in their intimate embrace. Spike's heart leaped into his throat.

“AJ!... we’re not… she was… we didn’t…” he fumbled for words, trying to explain, but before he could get a sentence out, Applejack approached the bed. Instead of anger or jealousy, her eyes were filled with tears as she leaned down and kissed Spike tenderly.

When they finally broke apart, Applejack wiped away her tears and smiled softly at Spike. "I've been doin' some thinkin'," she began, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling in her eyes. "It's silly to think you'd only ever be with one person, given everything you're capable of. And after talkin' it over with my folks and the girls, I've decided I shouldn’t monopolize you."

Spike stared at her, a myriad of emotions crossing his face as he tried to articulate a response. Finally, he managed, "I... that... actually makes a lot of sense."

His brow furrowed slightly as a thought struck him. "Wait, what do you mean by 'girls'?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Applejack placed a finger on his lips, silencing him with a playful shush. "Let’s worry about that later," she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Right now, who’s ready for a bath?"

Before Spike could react, he noticed Fluttershy quietly locking the door, a similar grin spreading across her face. The situation, bizarre yet strangely right, settled around him like a warm blanket. As he looked between the two women, any remaining questions melted away, replaced by an acceptance of this new, unexpected turn in his life.

ONE MONTH LATER.

A month had passed since Spike's “resurrection”, and while his rehabilitation was progressing, the road to recovery was proving longer than expected. His movements were still restricted, his limbs weak. Writing, cooking, and even simple daily tasks were a challenge. Nevertheless, today marked a significant milestone—his discharge from the hospital.

As Spike entered the penthouse he shared with Applejack, he noticed a scattering of unfamiliar personal items around the space. His brow furrowed in confusion until Applejack, walking alongside him with Fluttershy, chimed in with a smile, "What? She's part of our family now, and you said it yourself, family stays together."

Together, the two women supported him towards the bedroom to rest. The room had been rearranged to accommodate his needs, with mobility aids and comfort items within easy reach.

As they helped him settle into bed, a silence hung in the air, filled with unspoken questions and anticipations about the future of their unconventional relationship. Spike, feeling a mix of gratitude and uncertainty, finally voiced his concerns. "I... I’m not even sure I’m the right person for this. Isn’t this... well, illegal?"

Applejack laughed softly, shaking her head with a fond exasperation. "Silly, harems and polygamy are legal here. More than that, they’re not uncommon in certain circles. We talked this through, remember? This isn’t just about following laws; it’s about what works for us."

Fluttershy, always the gentler of the two, took his hand reassuringly. "We want this, Spike. We want you, all of you, no matter the condition you're in. Don’t worry about the 'how' right now. Just focus on getting better. That’s all we want."

Spike looked from one to the other, their faces alight with sincerity and care. The warmth in their eyes did more for his heart than all the medicine in the world. It was a lot to take in, a radical shift from any lifestyle he'd imagined before, but in that moment, surrounded by their earnest affection, it felt right.

"Alright," he murmured, a tired yet genuine smile crossing his lips. "I guess my recovery's just got a lot more interesting."

Laughing together, the conversation lightened, turning to plans for the future—both immediate and long term. They discussed adjustments to the home to better accommodate Spike’s recovery, potential changes to their daily routines, and even the possibility of adding more members to their unconventional family in the future.

As the evening wore on, fatigue began to claim Spike, and the women tucked him in with gentle care. "Rest well," Fluttershy whispered, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. Applejack squeezed his hand, adding with a twinkle in her eye, "We've got a lot to look forward to."

With that, they left him to sleep, the echoes of their love and commitment lulling him into a peaceful, healing rest.

A week had passed since Spike was discharged from the hospital, and his new normal was slowly taking shape, albeit with some quirks. Every night, he found himself becoming an unwitting centerpiece in a cuddle sandwich, with Applejack and Fluttershy using him as a living body pillow. While the affection was something he cherished, he couldn't help but miss the freedom to sprawl out as he slept. It was a small complaint in the grand scheme of things, but one that amused him during his quieter moments.

During the day, the penthouse felt large and empty with Applejack and Fluttershy away at work or their various activities. Spike felt a pang of jealousy; he missed the thrill of adventure, the rush of exploring dungeons, and the satisfaction of overcoming physical challenges. He understood the necessity of recovery but couldn't suppress the longing to be active again.

Thankfully, his familiarity with the cheat console allowed him to accelerate his recovery—at least as far as his hands were concerned. This small victory meant he could indulge in playing video games, strumming on his guitar, or even preparing meals by himself, which brought a significant sense of independence back into his daily life.

However, mobility was still an issue, but that's where his friends Microchips and Cheese Sandwich stepped in. They visited daily, filling the quiet of the penthouse with their banter and supportive presence. Today was no exception.

"Alright, Spike, ready to tackle the stairs today?" Microchips called out as he entered the living room, a grin spreading across his face.

"You bet," Spike replied, setting aside his guitar and maneuvering his way off the couch with a determined look. Cheese Sandwich followed closely behind, ready to offer support if needed.

As they approached the staircase, Spike took a deep breath, focusing on the exercise ahead. The first few times had been tough, but each attempt saw him gaining more confidence and stability.

"You know, Spike, you're getting faster at this. Pretty soon, you'll be outrunning us," Cheese Sandwich joked, clapping Spike on the back as they reached the top of the stairs.

Spike laughed, the sound echoing slightly in the hallway. "I’ll hold you to that race, Cheese. Just let me get my legs back under me first."

As they settled down in the upstairs lounge for a quick break, Microchips pulled out his tablet, flipping through some updates. "Hey, I’ve been tweaking your wheelchair for better control and comfort. You should try the new joystick settings later."

"That’s awesome, thanks, Micro," Spike said, genuinely appreciative. "I can’t tell you guys how much I appreciate all the help. Stuck up here all day, I’d probably go stir crazy without you two."

"Ah, it’s nothing," Microchips waved off the gratitude with a smile. "What are friends for, right? Plus, it gives us a good excuse to escape the lab and guild hall for a bit."

"Yeah, don't mention it," added Cheese Sandwich. "Besides, it’s not every day we get to hang out with a bona fide hero and music star. Makes for good bragging rights back at the guild."

Their laughter filled the room, easing some of the tension Spike felt about his slow recovery. These moments of friendship and support were what he cherished most during his rehabilitation.

After Microchips and Cheese Sandwich left the penthouse, Spike made his way towards his music studio, ready to lose himself in the rhythms and melodies that often served as his escape. He was about to pick up his guitar when a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Expecting it might be one of his friends who had forgotten something or perhaps Big Mac dropping by, he was surprised instead to see Norman standing at the doorway.

Norman, looking considerably healthier than the last time Spike had seen him in the hospital, greeted him with a small smile. "Hey, you're looking better," Spike remarked, moving aside to let Norman in.

"Thanks, I feel better too," Norman replied as he followed Spike into the living room. As they both settled onto the couch, Norman's expression turned serious. "That day you came to my hospital room... what did you do?" he asked pointedly.

Spike, caught off guard by the direct question, attempted to sidestep the inquiry with a change of topic, but Norman was persistent. "No, Spike, I need to know. When you entered my room, I was on my way out. Now, I'm practically back to normal. So, what did you do?"

Spike sighed, knowing he couldn't evade the truth any longer. "Some months ago, I became a demi-God," he started, his voice low. "With it, I gained access to a sort of console that lets me alter certain aspects of reality. When I saw you that day, after what the doctor said... I remembered everything you did for me. So, I used my console to heal you."

Norman's eyes widened in shock. "But how?"

Spike looked away, uncomfortable with the confession that was about to come. "I didn’t have enough points to fully cure you on my own. So, I traded five years of my own life to make sure you'd get better."

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Norman shouted, his voice echoing in the small room. "Are you insane? Why would you do that for me?"

Spike met his gaze squarely. "Why not? You would've done the same if our places were reversed," he replied softly.

Norman was silent for a moment, processing the enormity of Spike’s sacrifice. Finally, he spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and concern. "I've been training recently at a monastery in the Gargantua Mountain range. I learned there that I have the ability to restore health, even transfer life years to others... Since I'm technically immortal now, I can give those years back to you."

Spike shook his head, a faint smile on his face. "No, Norman, I made that choice. It’s done."

But Norman was resolute. "Spike, you gave me a gift I can never repay, but let me at least restore the years you lost because of me. It’s the least I can do."

Before Spike could protest further, Norman reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. A warm glow emanated from his palm, and Spike felt a rush of energy he hadn't realized he'd been missing. The sensation was over as quickly as it had begun.

"There," Norman said, his voice firm but gentle. "Consider it not a repayment, but a thank you."

Spike, overwhelmed by Norman’s insistence and kindness, simply nodded, accepting the gesture with a newfound appreciation for the mysterious and unexpected paths their lives had taken.

Spike listened intently as Norman recounted his concerns for Spike’s well-being, especially given the intense events at Jericho and the recent confrontation with the Diamond Dogs. Despite the weight of these stories, Spike managed a small smile. "Yeah, it's been pretty crazy. But I’ve found some ways to cope. Music’s been a big part of that."

"Music?" Norman raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and surprise in his tone. "I heard about Wyrm Sovereign. That's you, isn't it?"

Spike nodded, a hint of pride in his smile. "Yeah, that’s me. It started off just as something to distract myself, but it turned into something... more. Helps me clear my head."

Norman's interest seemed piqued as he glanced around the penthouse until his eyes settled on the music studio. "Mind if we take a look?" he asked, and Spike led the way.

As they entered the studio, Norman walked straight to the drum kit, examining it with an expert eye. "DW Performance Series, nice choice. I used to play back in high school, but it’s been a while," he commented, running his fingers over the smooth surface of a drum.

"Want to give it a try?" Spike offered, gesturing towards the stool.

Norman hesitated for just a moment before shrugging and taking a seat. "Sure, why not? Just a heads up, I'm pretty rusty."

As Norman started a simple beat, Spike discreetly accessed his console, adjusting Norman's skill level from 5 to 10. The change was subtle at first, but as Norman got into the rhythm, his movements became more confident and fluid, his beats more complex and vibrant.

Suddenly, Norman paused, rubbing his temples. "Whoa, that was... weird. Felt like a rush of wind through my head."

"Sorry about that," Spike confessed with a sheepish grin. "Gave you a little skill boost there. It's reversible if it’s too much."

Norman laughed, shaking his head. "No, it's alright. That was incredible, actually. Feels good to play like that again."

Spike leaned against the wall, watching Norman with a content expression. "You know, you're welcome to come over and jam anytime. I’m not going anywhere for a while, and it'd be great to have some company."

Norman nodded, tapping his drumstick against the snare. "I might take you up on that. This place has a good vibe, and it’s a nice break from the monastery and all that intense training."

Their conversation drifted to lighter topics—music preferences, favorite bands, and the local music scene. It was comforting for Spike to talk about something so normal, so far removed from the dangers and responsibilities of his demi-god life.

As Norman played a few more beats, filling the studio with rhythmic sounds, Spike felt a genuine sense of peace. It was moments like these—simple, unburdened by the weight of destiny or duty—that reminded him of the value of friendship and the healing power of sharing one’s passions.

Spike watched as Norman disappeared down the hallway, the echoes of their laughter still resonating in the air. He felt a rare sense of lightness—a brief reprieve from his usual burdens. He turned back into the penthouse, his thoughts drifting to Applejack and her message about the festival and wedding preparations. He couldn’t help but smile at the image of Granny Smith and Pear Butter possibly turning the farm upside down with their excitement.

His phone buzzed again, but before he could check it, the door swung open. Rainbow Dash stood there, supporting a visibly shaken Fluttershy. Spike's smile faded instantly, replaced by concern.

“Hey, Rainbow. What's going on? Is Fluttershy okay?” he asked as they moved together to gently lay Fluttershy on the sofa.

Rainbow Dash sighed, brushing back a strand of her vividly colored hair. "Yeah, she's not hurt, physically. We were in this old dungeon, doing some scouting and setup for future guild training sessions. Fluttershy went off to do her thing with the plants and bugs, you know, but then she vanished. Took me forever to find her, and when I did, she was just... like this," she explained, motioning to Fluttershy's trembling form.

After making sure Fluttershy was comfortable, Rainbow gave Spike a concerned look. “I think she might need you more than the medics right now. I gotta fly, but call me if you need anything, okay?”

“Thanks, Rainbow. I appreciate it,” Spike replied, giving her a grateful nod as she hurried out.

Turning his attention back to Fluttershy, Spike sat down beside her, offering a gentle, reassuring presence. "Hey, Fluttershy, it's just you and me now. Can you tell me what happened in there?" he asked softly.

Fluttershy took a few deep breaths, trying to steady her voice. “I... I was in the dungeon, looking at some of the native fungi near this old section... and I found a cell... it was like a scene right out of a horror movie. Chains, dark stains on the walls... and bones, Spike,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It reminded me of... of that day in Nazareth. I tried to stay calm, but everything came rushing back, and I... I just couldn't breathe.”

Spike moved closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “It’s okay, Fluttershy. You’re safe now, I promise. What you experienced sounds terrifying, and it's completely understandable why you'd be upset. Panic attacks can be really scary, but they don’t define you or your strength.”

Fluttershy leaned into his embrace, her tears starting to flow. “I thought I was over it, Spike. But being in that cell, seeing those reminders... it felt like I was back there, helpless all over again.”

“You’re incredibly brave, Fluttershy. Facing what you did, coming out here with us, continuing to adventure—it takes courage. And it’s alright to have moments like this; it doesn’t make you any less strong or capable,” Spike reassured her, his tone soft and understanding.

They sat in silence for a while, Spike just holding her, letting her cry it out. As the tremors began to subside, Spike spoke up again, “Whenever you’re feeling up to it, maybe talking to someone could help. A professional, I mean. And I’m always here, too.”

Fluttershy nodded, wiping her eyes. “Maybe you’re right. I think I would like to talk to someone. Thank you, Spike, for being here and for understanding.”

“Always, Fluttershy. You’re family, and we look out for each other,” Spike said, giving her a gentle squeeze. They remained there on the couch, the city sounds outside fading into the background, as they found solace in the quiet company of one another.

“Hey, I have an idea, why don’t we play some video games, I know you like them,” said Spike

“A-are you sure?” Fluttershy said

“Yeah, it’ll get your mind off of things,” Spike said as he limped over to the TV turning it on and getting the Playstation 5 on.

SOMETIME LATER

“GAME!”

Fluttershy squealed with laughter, tossing her arms skyward and drumming her bare feet against the carpet in delight. Beside her however, Spike just stared at the screen in dismay. Ten games to none. Ten. Ten games. No matter how many times he played it over in his head, there was no way to make it any less devastating. Little by little, session by session Fluttershy had been pulling ahead of him in skill ever since they picked up the latest smash bros game, and now she was an unstoppable force to his not only moveable, but highly breakable object.

"Aww, don't look so sad. It's just a game. All about having fun, right?"

Spike chuckled as his new “girlfriend” flung her arms around his neck in an affectionate hug, leaning across the couch against him and planting a playful smooch upon his cheek. He shrugged and nodded.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm not pissed off or anything. It's just... I really, really suck compared to you."

Still cuddling up to him as she continued to giggle, Fluttershy grinned.

"Wanna play again?"

Spike stared at the screen once more, where Fluttershy's character was still doing it’s victory pose while the other fighter clapped. He leaned his head fondly down over hers, using his greater height to his advantage but still with a playfully pathetic groan.

"I would, but I don't know if my ego could take it."

Still beaming from ear to ear, Fluttershy seemed to consider this for a few moments. She then set down the console's controller with a snap of her fingers and dragged her legs up onto the couch, shifting to one side so that she could face Spike more directly.

"Well, then how about a little competition."

He just lay back in his own section of the couch, staring at the woman sitting before him in her t-shirt and panties, beaming like she wasn't totally traumatized, despite the state she was delivered earlier by Rainbow Dash.

"You just kicked my ass sideways at a friendly game. So, to build my ego up... you want to make it competitive?"

Fluttershy shook her head, and before Spike could say another word she lay back upon the couch, stretching her legs out across his lap and arching her back as her hands dropped to her midsection. She hooked her thumbs around her panties, and then, with a flick of her wrists and a kick of her ankles, they were sailing across the living room off the apartment.

Spike blushed slightly as he found himself suddenly looking at Fluttershy’s bare crotch, feeling his own immediately beginning to swell in response. Of course this was far from the first time he'd seen Fluttershy act this way, taking her hospital visit as a reference. Much as they might have become best friends above all else and in many ways protective and caring of one another like a brother and sister, they weren't above a little amorous activity when the moment took them. And... well, Spike still had trouble seeing Fluttershy in such a light. But still, Spike knew how pent up he was, and worse yet, he knew Fluttershy knew.

"Not like a proper competition. Just a fun one… if you win, you can have me and… if you lose… I’ll ride you until you impregnate me,”

Spike laughed at her remarks, trying his best to take her seductioning seriously, but the last words she said were the ones that kept playing in his head.

“Wait!... what was that last one?” Spike asked

Watching Fluttershy laying there, almost pleading was enough to make any man lose it instantly, but Spike, however, was still stuck in his moral dilemma… it was Fluttershy… a girl he saved from a horrible fate… is she really in love with me… or is she just suffering from Damsel-in-distress syndrome… and anyway, shouldn’t Applejack be the one to give birth first?

“You heard me, Spikybear…” Fluttershy said coily, making Spike turn red.

He nodded, and playfully pushed Fluttershy's legs off his lap as he began to set them up another one round game. However, her abrupt change in personally made Spike think about something.

Of course, he knew that Fluttershy had realized that he was letting her win, that’s why she was doing this strange bet, but, on the other hand, like he thought earlier, she also knew he was extremely pent up, since the last time he had any sort of release was over 3 months ago.

But indeed if ever he'd had an excuse to absolutely win a game, this was it. Getting some sweet release would’ve felt good, sure. But the way Fluttershy was acting… it didn’t sit entirely well with Spike, it was as if she was taking Rainbow Dash’s and Sunset Shimmer’s personalities.

Thus, as they began to fight once more, the battle was thoroughly anti-climactic in Spike's pursuit of making sure to defeat Fluttershy’s weird bet. He barely tried to contain his mastery of the video game, defeating Fluttershy in less that 20 minutes.

As she watched her character fly off on screen, Fluttershy turned to look at Spike in surprise Spike grinned at his companion.

"Well… you can eat me," she squeaked shyly

“Fluttershy, I don’t think…”

"That's not fair. You cheated."

Spike's eyes widened.

"I did not!"

Fluttershy giggled, but shrugged.

"I know. And really I don't even care that you cheated. I knew from the beginning that you were letting me win. Those other games... I could see that you were barely trying, and it was fun playing against you. But this time? It was easy. And it wasn't fun, because you wanted to win."

Spike smiled and look at Fluttershy’s eyes

"Good… I taught you a valuable lesson… this time it was in a video game, imagine if it were in a dungeon or on a mission… some monsters like to play with their prey, make them feel as if they’re winning for them to get overconfident"

Fluttershy smiled, the Spike she remembered from that day was back.

"No, I don't blame you. And I'm not mad or anything. But... if you want to get a reward? You only had to ask."

Spike laughed as a happy, giddy wail escaped Fluttershy's lips, and he laughed aloud as she too squealed in joyous mirth when his arms darted out, grabbed her legs and hoisted them skyward even as he plunged forward to claim his prize.

"OohhhhGod... oh, oohhh Spike, yes..."

With her own dampened fingers now suddenly having found their job snatched away from them, Fluttershy could only let them roam across her stomach beneath the fabric of her t-shirt before inevitably reaching down and beginning to stroke Spike’s hair now feasting upon her pussy. She gurgled and arched her back, whining loudly as with loud, aggressive slurps Spike lapped between her legs, thrashing his rough tongue between the outer lips of her pussy and attacking her clit with each and every lick he applied.

Squirming upon the couch Fluttershy soon rendered herself wholly nude, peeling off her t-shirt and tossing it aside so that while one hand continued to caress Spike's hair the other could rise up and tend to the swollen peaks of her massive breasts. She bit her bottom lip rather hard as she felt the fingertips of Spike's hands digging into her thighs, spreading them wider and wider apart until she was shamelessly displaying her crotch for what felt like the whole world to see. But when he began to lick again, and now with her legs fully spread his every tongue-stroke was able to delve deeper and hit sweeter, more tender spots, she stopped nibbling, stopped holding back, and howled in joyous gratitude.

Soon she wasn't just stroking his hair, she was holding Spike's face in place between her legs. But no matter how firmly she attempted to force him to eat her out though, the enthusiasm and passion he put into the actual act itself went far beyond obligation. He hadn't ever planned on doing just enough, on simply exciting and teasing Fluttershy... though teasing her was certainly a great deal of fun. His goal was simple. Get her so worked up that she couldn't handle it any more... and then without delay, without any further hesitation whatsoever, make her cum.

Make Fluttershy cum... and don't stop until she could no longer continue.

"Aahhhhaaa-aahhhhhGodyessss... fuck, d-don't stop!"

His hands left her thighs, no longer necessary to keep them spread lewdly apart, and instead he used his thumbs to peel apart the outer lips of Fluttershy's sweet honey pot. His face pressed between her trembling thighs and his tongue finally pushed inside of her pussy's depths, attacking the inner walls with long, rough strokes and delighting in the reaction every motion of his tongue provoked. Fluttershy had asked him, begged him not to stop, so he didn't. He kept on tonguing her depths, probing deep and striking at every sweet spot he'd learned from all the past occasions on which they'd played, and sure enough before long the hand holding his face to her crotch became two, then the hold became a grip, two hands clutching at fistfuls of his hair, forcing his mouth harder and harder into the slick, gushing pussy he was feasting upon.

Spike growled happily, sloppily as he felt Fluttershy's whole body tense up. He braced himself, ready for what was to come, and a split-second before a frantic and savage shriek escaped Fluttershy's mouth a hot gush of copious juices began to erupt both into his mouth and out across his face in general where it rested pinned against the female's pussy. He felt his tongue being squeezed and compressed by the sudden and sharp convulsions of Fluttershy's walls as she climaxed, and drew back just enough to begin attacking her clit instead. He slurped at it, lashed it with his tongue, and then wrapped his lips tight around it and began to suckle. The heels of Fluttershy's bare feet drummed against the back of his body as a fresh wave of her juices burst out and soaked his mouth, dripping down liberally off his chin, and Fluttershy's screams redoubled in volatility as before the first had even ceased to wrack her body with its force, a second orgasm crashed over her.

"Spike! Aa-aahhh, ahhhhyess, please... p-please, fuck me!"

Arching her back as she shuddered and whimpered and rode out that second passion fuelled peak, Fluttershy released his head and squeezed at her massive breasts while begging to Spike she could feel clamped between her thighs. Despite his rather restricted movement however he still managed to answer her several moments later, once he'd gulped down the latest mouthful of her fountaining excess of juices. He wrenched his head upward just enough to clear his nose from her rosy red and swollen clit, and as he delved no fewer than three fingers deep into her pussy, seeking out her g-spot with a passionate, soaking wet faced grin, he spoke back to her with teasing tenderness.

"Fuck you? But... the deal was I could have you. If you want me to fuck you... maybe we should play another game."

Fluttershy didn't answer at first. She was too busy thrashing and squirting, soaking the male's arm to matching quantities with his sodden face as she felt her g-spot being assaulted and her body toppling right back into a third successive bout of impossibly addictive orgasmic overload. The sounds of her screams and the wet slapping of Spike's fingers diving deep and hard into her over and over again echoed around the living room, and by the time her head had cleared enough to begin even thinking about forming coherent speech Spike was already straddling her, hovering over her body upon the now rather damp and heavily sex scented couch. She watched as he pulled off his t-shirt at last, and sank down over her with a heated snarl.

"N-no more games. Oh... oh God, Spikybear... just... please… Don't wait. Don't tease. Don't... j-just... just fuck me, Spike. Now."

Their faces rested eye to eye, nose to nose for a few moments. Fluttershy blushed and shivered in lewd excitement as she smelled something musky and rich upon Spike's breath, then realised it was her own liquid arousal of which she had caught the scent. He kissed her. Just briefly, but with force enough to render them both breathless by its conclusion. And then, before either one of them could recover enough from the doe-eyed delight of that passionate kiss, he pressed down against her, and began to push his as yet untended erection deep, deep inside the already hyper sensitive and pleasure stricken girl, taking her virginity.

"Ah. Ah!!"

Fluttershy shrieked loudly, then louder still as Spike began to press inside of her. It was easy to forget when he was just lying between her legs, so devoted and eager to please, but he was way taller than her. Broader, thicker too. And while mostly that applied to the external character of his body, it most definitely applied to his cock as well.

"S-so... ohh fuck, so big..."

She whined loudly, blushing at the foolish obviousness of the statement but unable to get the thought out of her mind even after she'd said it aloud.

"After this..."

He growled down at her, kissing Fluttershy on the lips once more with heated but still playful affection.

"...a-after we're done... wanna order pizza?"

Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth with another loud and lengthy whimper, and then... then she giggled. She nodded, and pecked up at him in another fond, friendly smooch.

"Yes please… just make sure…." she moaned

Spike's eyes twinkled teasingly.

"Half meat lover half veggie, I haven’t forgotten,”

Fluttershy shrieked with laughter, but wrapped both her arms and legs tightly around Spike even as he simply mimed and faked getting up and pulling away from her. Before she could tell him he wasn't going anywhere though, he proved that he never had intended to. His playful smile turned to one of hunger. His twinkling eyes grew fiery and demanding. And even as Fluttershy's ankles hooked together behind his buttocks and the fingertips of her hands dug into his back, he drew his cock almost the entire way out of her aching, soaking wet pussy, and plunged it fiercely and rapidly back in. The first true thrust of this fuck, but so very far from the last.

Once they began to writhe and grind against each other, all thoughts of friendship and their almost sibling-like state as roommates fell away. All the playful jokes, all the teasing, all the familiarity was lost in all respects but one. The sheer, potent, primal intimacy of two lovers who didn't just know one another, but understood the needs of the person within whose arms they were wrapped. They began right there as they lay, Fluttershy squealing and moaning in pleasure over and over as Spike's heavy balls slapped against her buttocks while his cock drove feverishly within her. The more forceful Spike's thrusting grew though, the more carnal and wild the reaction of the woman beneath him. Her fingers were already dug into his flesh, but now they began to move. To scratch and scrape, drawing blood through the skin of his shoulders. In turn he moaned and bit down upon her neck, not piercing the skin himself but returning her violent passions in kind as he claimed her.

They shifted positions more than once as they shuddered and bucked together, going from face to face into a more primal still doggystyle, Fluttershy's own hot cum running down her inner thighs and dripping down off Spike's balls as the change in angle led his cock to drive her ever more wild. She moaned and shrieked until there was no more air left in her lungs to fuel such sounds, and even then she thumped and clawed at the couch beneath her in an effort to find some way to express the extremes of stimulation surging through her in those moments. It was when Fluttershy found herself on top however that the fires of both lovers' bodies burned their hottest and brightest. She rode him as hard as her body would permit, then a little harder still. She ached, her pussy burned with how roughly she dragged herself up and then slammed herself down upon Spike's length, but as she came again, and again with the volatile force of his thick cock stimulating her to such wild excess, she only craved more.

She completely surrendered to Spike, her mind going blank, her only interest was satisfying the love of her life, and so was his, especially when he pinched her erect nipples or gave her a good spank, and drove themselves together to the point of no return. They crashed off the couch entirely and onto the floor close by, and it was there Spike took control once more, rolling Fluttershy onto her back, plunging himself to the hilt inside of her convulsing and once more squirting pussy, pinning her down by her shoulders with his own fingertips buried in her burning hot flesh. He snarled and tossed back his head, moaning to the heavens as he felt his balls swelling to its fullest. For minutes now every time she pulled away from him there had been a thick, slurping pop as his dick grew bigger, wider. But now there was no escape. They were “locked together”, and they would not separate again until not just Fluttershy, but both of them were fully spent. Fully drained.

"Cum in me!"

Fluttershy begged, wailed pleadingly as she felt Spike's hips jerking feverishly fast against hers, making what little thrusts he could with their bodies so tightly entwined now.

"Yes. O-oh... yes... cum. Cum! Cum!"

And with a frenzied moaning of release and ecstasy, Spike did as he was commanded. He poured his molten cum deep into Fluttershy's thrashing body as one more time she sprayed and gushed around him in turn, and for more than twenty long glorious seconds they were locked together in shared rapture. Shuddering, grunting, bucking, and clutching at one another so very tightly as they were both fuelled and drained to the extreme by their lover's final, deliriously satisfying release.

"Yes. Yesssss... e-every drop. Give me... every... oohhh..."

Fluttershy moaned and gasped as burst after burst of hot cum lashed over her inner walls, every bit as hot as her interior and yet somehow soothing in their copious application. Spike however didn't have the breath to respond with words. He barely had the energy to hold himself up over Fluttershy's shuddering body as the sensation of her pussy still milking his cock grew almost too intense and glorious to bear. And indeed, before long, it was too much. They fell still, limp, gasping and suddenly both overwhelmed by what they had shared. What they'd felt.

It only lasted briefly of course. A short, tender silence in which they just lay there holding one another, stunned by the force and passion of their physical outpourings. Before long though, Fluttershy giggled. She blushed and squirmed happily as she placed Spike’s dick between her massive breasts and stroke it, while giving it a few licks.

"S-so..."

Spike panted heavily, grinning at Fluttershy as she ran her fingers through his balls, blushing but smiling as she felt the places where she'd scraped him up during their rougher antics.

"So?"

Wiggling her eyebrows playfully, Fluttershy murmured back.

"Round 2, or order pizza first?"

Fluttershy blushed, and ever so gently tugged at their bodies' rather intimate connection. Both she and Spike yelped, and she giggled once more.

"That depends. How long do you think the pizza will be here?"

The two lovers grinned at each other, and without asking Spike rolled Fluttershy onto her back, pinning her down again briefly as he stretched from the couch to the coffee table close by in search of his phone.

"I dunno. Why don't we find out… tell you what, if I can make you cum at least 3 times before the pizza arrives, you pay."

Fluttershy squirmed beneath her lover as he began to dial their favourite local place, already knowing both his and Fluttershy's order by heart.

"A-and, if we're not?"

Spike opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, someone picked up on the other end of the line.

“Tony’s pizzeria, can I take your order?” said Tony

He winked at Fluttershy, and forced his dick into her anus, forcing her to slap both hands over her mouth to contain a shriek of over-stimulated pleasure as he addressed the pizza shop.

"Hi there. I'd like to order a couple of pizzas for delivery."

After placing the order, Spike looked down at Fluttershy who was glaring at him.

“What? We made a bet,” Spike said

“I’m not angry about that…” Fluttershy said turning red

“Then?” asked Spike

“Why did you stop moving during the ordering?” she said

“Well…” Spike tried to come up with a good excuse that he had just forgotten to do it.

“Less talking… more humping!” Fluttershy said

“Yes Ma’am!” Spike said as he started to thrust harder, faster and deeper into Fluttershy’s asshole.

It wasn’t long before her eyes rolled back and she orgasmed.

“This is gonna be so easy,” Spike smirked as he picked up the pace, as the 2 lovers continued their amourose affair until the pizza arrived.