Spike and the girls

Afterwards, it took Spike quite a while to collect himself and even longer to put on his clothes and leave the bathroom. Without his layer of lava skin, he suddenly felt very soft and vulnerable and he crept through the castle as quietly as possible. He didn't feel able to talk to anyone right now.

Twilight and Starlight had seen him naked! Just thinking about it made him want to sink into the ground. How could he ever look one of them in the eyes?

The whole world around him seemed to have changed in one fell swoop. A blow that hit him right between the legs.

Would Twilight and Starlight tell anyone about it? What a question. Twilight didn't keep a single secret from her friends. By tomorrow at the latest, half of Ponyville would know what had happened.

What was he supposed to do? For the rest of his life he would never leave the house againn not without being accompanied by ridicule and laughter.

Perhaps he could emigrate. Back to dragon country. But then he would have to hide why he had chosen to live a full life among his own kind. The dragon people would make fun of him even more.

Voices coming towards him pulled Spike out of his thoughts.

“I'm telling you, nothing happened.”

“For the hundredth time, Twilight, I do believe you.”

“It doesn't sound like you believe me, though.”

“I just don't want to think about it, okay?”

Spike quickly opened one of the many doors to his right and slipped through. Of all the endless rooms in the castle, he had chosen a narrow closet. He stepped into a bucket and a mop smashed against his skull, but he still managed to pull the door silently towards him in time.

Spike pressed one ear against the door and waited.oices coming towards him pulled Spike out of his thoughts.

“Hey Spike, what are you doing?” said a squeaky voice behind him and Spike wheeled around. Pinkie Pie had appeared out of nowhere behind him and was smiling cheerfully at him.

“Pinkie Pie,” he hissed. “What are you doing here?”

Pinkie grinned broadly and spun upwards like a dancer, causing her hair - and the hem of her skirt - to twirl in the air. “Oh, I'm pretty much done with the preparations for your party,” she whispered. ”So I thought I'd play a bit of hide and seek, but no one wanted to play, so I'm playing on my own and I must be really good because I haven't found myself yet and – Mhmpf!”

Spike slapped a hand over Pinkie's mouth.

“Psssst,” he made with a finger in front of his lips and put an ear on the door.

“What are you doing?” Pinkie asked, leaning over him curiously to listen as well. Something soft stroked Spike's head. He froze when he realized that Pinkie had come so close to him that her breasts were resting on his head. They were as heavy as they were big. Spike stifled a squeak. He was sure his face was glowing red enough to turn the closet into a darkroom.

“You playing hide and seek too?” asked Pinkie. “Can I play along?”

“Quiet now!”

Twilight and Starlight were just walking past the closet.

“I just can't believe you'd run after me first without talking to Spike about the whole thing.”

“I panicked,” Twilight defended herself. “I didn't want you to take things the wrong way.”

A short pause in which Starlight must have given Twilight a questioning look, because Twilight insisted, “Really nothing happened!”

“Maybe the only reason nothing happened is because I showed up,” Starlight said half-jokingly.

“Starlight!” Twilight had stopped.

“What are they talking about?” Pinkie Pie whispered and pressed herself even closer to the door, pressing her warm, soft body even closer against Spike. His inner flame was more like a blazing forest fire at the moment.

“After all, you were the one who said that Spike was, and I quote, no longer a child.”

“B-but that's not what I meant!”

Pinkie Pie slid to her knees. Her bosom slid down from Spike's head (who suddenly felt ten pounds lighter) and suddenly he felt Pinkie's breath very close to his neck as she breathed into his ear, “Do you know what they're talking about?”

A tingle ran down Spike's spine. If only she would stop breathing into his neck, or at least not be so close that he could almost feel her face against his skin.

“I just hope that wasn't too much for him now.”

“I don't think so,” Twilight slipped out dryly.

“What do you mean?” asked Starlight.

“Well.” Twilight's voice was a grumbling murmur and she crackled audibly at her fingernails. “I guess it's not the first time he's bathed a girl like that.”

“WHAT?! REALLY?!” Starlight's voice shrilled painfully in Spike's ears, causing him to jerk back and bump into Pinkie. His back landed softly into a curving body, Pinkie jerked her arms to keep from losing her balance and Spike's hand reflexively reached back to grab her.

“Hu!” A startled, hoarse gasp escaped Pinkie's mouth. “Sp-Spike!”

Spike felt tender, soft skin in his hand and thin fabric at his fingertips.

Please don't let it be this spot, Spike pleaded inwardly, though another part of him knew it was this spot after all. The spot under the girl's tail.

“Did you hear that too?” Twilight's voice asked from outside. Pinkie's upper body swung forward again and the next moment Spike felt something soft press against his back as she put her arms over his shoulders. Only now did his hand seem to react properly and detached itself from Pinkie.

“Sorry, Pinkie,” he mumbled. “I didn't mean to.”

“It's all right,” Pinkie mumbled, adding, ”You're all warm.”

If that wasn't an understatement. You could have fried eggs on his body.

Spike had to get out of here immediately or he'd catch fire himself.

“Now don't get off the subject.” Starlight sounded unusually agitated. “Who was he bathing with?”

“Well, with Ember. With who else?”

“With the ruler of the dragons?”

“Huu,” Pinkie whispered excitedly, turning the dragon boy around to face her and literally pressing her face against his. “Did you really have a bath with Ember? Did you, did you, did you?”

“Shhht,” Spike said desperately, trying to ignore the fact that Pinkie's face seemed a shade pinker even in the dark and that there was a strange gleam in her big blue eyes.

“There was something again,” Twilight said, and they both covered their mouths, startled. The handle of the cupboard was pushed down.

“That Spike,” Starlight chortled. “Sounds like the dragon people have taught him quite a lot in the last two months.”

“Now don't get the wrong idea,” Twilight hissed, exasperated.

“But you said it like something happened.”

“But it didn't!”

“How can you be so sure?”

Silence. Twilight seemed to think seriously about the objection. The handle went up again. Spike and Pinkie slowly put their hands back down.

“Because it's Spike we're talking about here,” Twilight finally said tersely. “He hasn't even kissed a girl yet. He would have told me that. That's why I know for a fact that nothing happened with Ember, no matter how naked they were.”

“But what if...”

“No buts,” Twilight said firmly. “It's Spike and nothing happened! That's it!”

“Sometimes I really don't understand you.”

With that, the two of them started moving again.

“You were skinny dipping with Ember?!” Pinkie actually managed to shout quietly.

“I was wearing a blindfold,” Spike hissed back. “I couldn't see a single thing!”

Pinkie blinked. “A blindfold?”

Then she got a blank stare, as if she was just visualizing the situation. Her face turned red and her lower jaw hit the floor. “Uhuuu, so that's what you like.” Grinning broadly, she nudged Spike in the ribs with her elbow and gave him a meaningful wink.

“What do you mean?” Spike asked, confused.

“Oh, nothing,” Pinkie only said when she realized that Spike really didn't know what she was getting at.

“In any case, Twilight will never find us here. You have good taste when it comes to playing hide and seek.”

“I'm not playing hide and seek,” Spike sighed heavily. “I am really hiding.”

Pinkie stumbled. “From Twilight? Why's that?”

Spike hesitated. For a moment he considered telling Pinkie everything, but then decided against it. The fewer people knew what had happened, the better.

“Did something happen, Spike?” Pinkie asked worriedly.

Spike didn't answer. He just looked to the side, embarrassed.

“I don't want to talk about it,” he mumbled.

Pinkie put a hand on his shoulder and tried to look him in the eye.

“Spike, if -” she began, but suddenly fell silent, her mouth open, and a glazed look on her face. “Ha.... Haaa.... HAAAATSCHIIIIII!”

The sneeze was so loud that Spike heard it echoing down the hallway and shortly afterwards Twilight's voice: “I knew it! There was something there!”

“Oh God, I have to hide!” was all Spike could say.

A second later, a flash of magic flashed in front of the door as she teleported.

Pinkie reacted with lightning speed. Spike only felt himself being flung around and Pinkie's puffy tail pressed into his face as she stood in front of him and pressed against the shelf to cover him completely. Air was forced from Spike's lungs and his hands, raised in shock, felt fabric and bare, tender skin beneath the cotton candy-like hair. Spike's fingertips twitched involuntarily and all the hairs on his body stood on end.

Twilight flung the door open.

“Pinkie?”

“Hello Twilight!” Pinkie put a hand in the air. “You found me!”

“Pinkie what are you doing here?” asked Twilight.

“Oh, I'm just playing hide and seek, you know,” Pinkie replied sweatily.

Spike swallowed, and not just because he had heaps of hair in his mouth. Pinkie didn't sound too convincing. But that could also be down to his fingers clawing into her seat flesh. He'd had no idea that some parts of her body could be so damn soft. His inner flame flared up. Hopefully Twilight would be quickly dissuaded.

“You're playing hide and seek? With whom?”

“W-well, with you by the looks of it.” Pinkie's voice sounded pressed and Spike felt her tense her legs. “Now it's your turn to hide,” Pinkie quickly followed up. Her eyes shifted nervously from side to side.

“Sorry, Pinkie,” Twilight waved her off with a mild smile. “But I don't have time to play at the moment.”

'Good, good,' thought Spike. 'Now please go back very quickly!

A long drawn-out 'Oooh, what a shame,' from Pinkie. Her tense legs trembled slightly. The stimulating aroma of vanilla, cinnamon and coconut rose to Spike's nose along with a scent he could only describe as feminine. He could practically taste it on his tongue.

Spike's body went absolutely crazy. The blood flowed through his veins like burning hot lava, little threads of smoke poured out of his nose and his inner flame formed into a cutting hot jet of flame.

“Are you all right, Pinkie?” Twilight asked. “You're all red in the face.”

'No! NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE JUST GO!'

Pinkie involuntarily pushed herself closer to Spike, who was slowly burning up from the inside. 'Everything's fine,' she squeaked. Spike only hoped Twilight wouldn't notice that Pinkie had never gone so long without moving.

“You didn't happen to see Spike, did you?” asked Twilight.

Unnoticed by Twilight, Pinkie's tail stirred. Thick strands wrapped themselves around Spike as if they didn't want to give him up. It was amazing how skillful Pinkie was with her tail. Sometimes you would have thought her tail had a mind of its own.

“Hmmm... Spike.” Pinkie repeated the name as if she was hearing it for the first time. “Little dragon boy? About this tall? With green hair? Just fresh from dragon country?”

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “You know what Spike looks like,” she said slowly and Spike had to agree with her in annoyance.

'Don't drag this out unnecessarily, damn it!

“Oh yes. Of course,” Pinkie giggled nervously. ”No, didn't run into me. Why?”

Twilight shook her head. “Oh, just something. It's nothing important.”

They were both silent for a moment.

'Okay, that's it,' Spike thought, his heart playing mountain climber in his throat. 'Twilight's going to say goodbye and leave. She's going to go. She'll-'

'You... Pinkie...' Twilight finally began in a cautious voice, rubbing his arm in embarrassment. “Did you happen to catch what Starlight and I were talking about?”

'FUCKING SHIT!'

“You mean about something that happened in the bathroom that no one can know about because you'd be super embarrassed and you'd want to sink into the floor in shame if anyone found out? No, I haven't heard anything about that.”

Twilight took a step towards Pinkie and held her by the shoulders. “Pinkie, you have to promise not to tell anyone about this!”

Spike had stopped breathing because Twilight was now pushing Pinkie even tighter against him. One of the other dragon boys would say something like, “There are worse ways to die than being smothered by a nice arse.” Why was that going through his head right now? But his brain just felt like a soggy pile of putty anyway. It had to be the lack of air to breathe. His fingers clenched tighter in Pinkie's cheeks.

“Hu!” Pinike gave a barely noticeable wince. “Uh...about what?” she asked quickly and innocently.

“Well, about the thing you know nothing about!”

“Oh Twilight, you little fool. You can't talk about things you don't know about.”

“Just promise me you won't tell anyone about it,” Twilight asked, raising her little finger. “Pinkie swear.”

“Okay Twilight,” Pinkie said, wrapping her pinky around Twilight's. “Cross the heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake to my eye!” she rattled off as quickly as she could. But Twilight didn't seem to notice.

“Thank you, Pinkie,” she said with relief. “I know I can count on you.”

The corners of Pinkie's mouth twitched nervously. “B-but of course, Twilight.”

“I've got to get going. Have fun hiding.”

“B-see you later, T-twilight,” Pinkie Pie gasped.

“Oh, and if you see Spike...”

“If you see Spike, I'll let you know right away,” Pinkie frantically beat her to it.

Twilight smiled. “Thanks Pinkie. Do you want me to close the door?”

“Y-yes please.”

They waited five interminably long seconds until Pinkie took a little leap forward and rubbed her bottom. “Ow ow ow! My sweet pony butt!”

Spike tumbled face first onto the floor. His face was glowing so hot it could have melted an imprint into the ground.

“You sure do have some sharp claws,” Pinkie said with little tears in her eyes, spinning around to catch a glimpse of her rear end.

“Sorry Pinkie,” Spike mumbled without lifting his eyes.

“Look,” Pinkie said and Spike glanced up briefly. His breath immediately caught again.

Pinkie was leaning with her upper body on a shelf and had pushed her tail and skirt up with one arm. “Can you see anything?” she asked.

Within a fraction of a heartbeat, an image had burned itself into Spike's brain. Round, pink and soft. Dark dots where his claws had grabbed. Blue fabric under which a curved line stretched. Pinkie's curvy body leaning forward, pleading. Her face looking at him almost pleadingly.

That was definitely too much for Spike. His inner flame shot up inside him and sprayed from his nostrils. The fountain of flames pulled him back to his feet and he tumbled back with his hands cupped in front of his face. He slammed into the shelf and landed on his butt.

“I can't see a thing!” he shrieked with narrowed eyes, waving his hands wildly in the air.

“Really?” Pinkie paid no attention to the flying sparks and carefully pressed a finger to a spot on Spike's claws.

“Trust me, everything looks fine!” Spike choked out, already feeling another gush rising inside him.

“Okay, if you say so.” Pinkie suddenly smiled with great satisfaction and smoothed her skirt. Then, sighing, she sat down next to Spike and put an arm around his shoulders.

Spike looked to the side as he felt Pinkie's body against his side, but there was suddenly just a gentle, friendly warmth emanating from her.

“Spike, you've got a problem,” she said.

“I don't know how that could have happened either,” Spike replied, looking at the black stains his fire had left on the floor. Normally, he had his fire well under control, even if sometimes, for example in the event of a hiccup, a small flame would shoot up with it. “Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.”

Pinkie giggled. “I actually meant that there's something you don't want to talk about. But things you don't want to talk about are usually things you should talk about. And I'm sure there's someone who will listen to you without judging you or making fun of you. Think about it.”

The way Pinkie said it, it really didn't sound bad at all. If Spike had someone to talk to about his embarrassing situation, he'd probably feel a lot better. But who?

Normally Twilight was the one he would go to, but she was part of the problem.

“It would have to be someone,” Spike said thoughtfully, ”who I can trust with everything. And who is able to keep a secret, forever if necessary.”

“Yeeeees,” Pinkie said with a long drawl. “Aren't you thinking of someone in particular?”

Pinkie Pie already seemed to have someone very special in mind.

“Someone close to you?”

Spike reached for the tooth around his neck and looked perplexedly into Pinkie's blue eyes.

Suddenly he knew it!

“Of course!” he shouted and jumped up. How he hadn't thought of that straight away.

Pinkie smiled. “Well, did you think of anyone?” she said.

“Yes! Oh, thank you Pinkie,” Spike said as he hugged Pinkie tightly. “I need to write a letter right now!”

“What?!” Pinkie seemed confused all at once. But Spike didn't have time to explain and was already practically through the door, but stuck his head through the frame once more. “You've got something good on me,” he beamed and ran down the corridor.

Pinkie sat dumbfounded for a moment, not quite knowing what had just happened. Spike had apparently misunderstood something.

Then a smile spread across her face as she thought about the look on his face.

“Cute,” she giggled and skipped away happily.