Thank You For Your Patience

by CasualFanDontJudge

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike, Romance, Porn, Sex, Profanity
Length: 6156

Twilight decides to reward her assistant in the best way possible: by dressing up like a maid for him, obviously.

Everybody knows the best way to reward your assistant for all their hardwork is by discovering their deeply hidden, moderately incestuous fantasies about you and acting them out to the very last depraved detail...right?

M/F, orientation play, roleplaying, orgasm denial, spanking

Entry for dirty little secret's No Nut November contest.

Published 2024-12-01 05:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-12-01 05:10:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Spike’s feet dragged as he made his way down the hallway to Twilight’s bedchamber. The older woman had been frustratingly enigmatic all morning. Aside from letting him sleep an hour longer than usual and preparing diamond-infused pancakes for his breakfast, her behavior was mystifying. If he hadn’t known any better, he might have thought she was… doting on him. His cheeks burned as he recalled her strange behavior earlier. Unlike the motherly affection he expected from Twilight Velvet or, to a lesser extent, the Princess, the way Twilight was acting felt almost… Rarity-like. The way she giggled at nearly everything he said, twirled her bangs while watching him eat, and the glint in her eye…

“I just wanted to show you my appreciation, Spikey!”

Spike shuddered. She hadn’t called him that in years. To his shame, the pet name stirred a decidedly different array of emotions now than it had when they were children. He cringed as his hand hovered above the crystalline doorknob. The last time she’d said it, he was certain she hadn’t sounded so needy—or dressed so… casually. The sight of her obviously braless chest, only concealed by one of his old shirts, and her shapely, feminine legs accentuated by those cute boy shorts and knee-high socks she often wore instead of proper pajamas, was seared into his memory.

Spike cursed himself as he felt his jeans tighten around his groin. This was so not what he needed right now. Why did his best friend and pseudo-sister have to be so hot?

With a twist of the doorknob, Spike pushed his way into the ornate bedroom. He stepped inside, scanning the room for any sign of the Princess of Friendship. Scratching his head, he let out a sigh. Unless she had somehow turned herself into one of the many books lining the shelves, Twilight was nowhere to be found.

Spike spun on his heel, meticulously inspecting every nook and cranny of the admittedly spacious room in search of the vexing girl.

Nothing.

Shaking his head, he muttered to himself. She was probably holed up in the study, buried in a book or a report. Not like it was the first time that happened.

“Oh, you’re here already.”

The sound of a heavy door creaking open echoed behind him, followed by the familiar voice of his roommate. Spike turned, anticipation rising. Maybe she’d finally explain her odd behavior.

“Say, Twilight, are you feeling oka—”

The words died in his throat. His breath hitched. His mouth fell open.

More giggles.

“I know it’s a little different from my usual look, but what do you think? Rarity made it for me!”

Spike rubbed his eyes, then slapped himself for good measure. Yet there she was, still standing before him. This wasn’t a dream.

Now, seeing his oldest friend wouldn’t normally make him question his sanity, but this… this was something else entirely.

The Princess of Friendship stood illuminated by the soft light spilling through the doorway behind her. Hands clasped behind her back, she swayed slightly, garbed head to toe in a form-fitting maid outfit.

“Gah?”

“You’re going to catch flies, silly!” Twilight teased, stepping forward and closing the door behind her.

Spike snapped his mouth shut, his eyes tracking her every movement as she awkwardly stumbled toward him – no doubt due to the black stilettos Rarity had picked out for her.

Twilight finally came to a halt a few feet away, her legs trembling slightly as her lips curved into a shy smile. She straightened up, thrusting her chest forward with an air of awkward determination, presenting herself to her assistant’s bewildered gaze.

Spike swallowed hard. True to form, Twilight hadn’t cut any corners. Gone was any trace of the sweater vests and button-ups that dominated her wardrobe, replaced entirely by a silky black dress that clung to her usually concealed curves.

Not that it was some mere fetish costume, of course—Twilight could absolutely pose for one of Canterlot Castle’s attendants or cleaners in her current attire.

Spike’s eyes flashed over her form, taking in every detail of the outfit. Despite its authenticity, it had been perfectly tailored to highlight every curve and contour of his friend’s body, from head to toe—especially her legs. Spike internally groaned. He was an absolute slut for a nice pair of legs.

The dress’s skirt cut high enough to just preserve her modesty, leaving the smooth, toned expanse of her legs on full display. The lacey pink garters adorning her thighs were sparking a dangerous cascade of thoughts about removing them with his teeth.

“Well, I’ll take your silence as a compliment!”

More laughter.

Spike shook his head, struggling to find his voice again.

“Twilight, you’re dressed as a maid!”

Had her laughter always been this… alluring?

A sly grin spread across her flushed face. “No kidding, Sherlock. I had Rarity put this together a few months ago—I figured you might appreciate it, given the whole servant fantasy thing of yours.”

“My s-servant what?” Spike stammered, a wave of vertigo crashing into him.

Twilight fussed with her tie, tugging at the creases in her bodice as she whistled, avoiding eye contact. “Y’know… like the stuff you wrote about in your diary. About me, remember?”

It was a journal, but that was the least of his concerns. The realization of what Twilight was implying hit him like one of her experimental spells gone haywire. His throat tightened, and he could feel his blood pressure spike. Baring his pointy teeth, he growled lightly and narrowed his eyes at her.

“My d-diary!? You read that? When? Why? I didn’t give you perm—”

“Like how I didn’t give you permission to read my private journal?” Twilight interrupted, her tone sharp and accusing.

Spike froze, cursing himself. Not only had finding Twilight’s poorly written smut—starring a suspiciously familiar blue-haired crystal guard and his dragon-blood lover, Spine—been horrifying enough, but now it was coming back to haunt him.

Twilight sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead. “Listen, Spike, that’s not the point. I don’t care about the stupid journals. I’m doing this for you. I had this dress made for you. I meant what I said earlier about showing my appreciation for everything you do for me. If being your personal maid for a day is what you want, I think that’s more than a fair trade.”

Spike drew in a shaky breath, his chest tightening. Her words reverberated in his head. Twilight, the Princess of Friendship, was offering herself as a gift—to him. It was like something out of a ridiculous porno, but…real.

Twilight started toward him again, a confident sway in her hips. Her voice dropped, low and inviting. “And if you’re still upset with me for reading your little diary,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “why don’t you do something about it? I’m yours for the day. Whatever you want, we do.” She paused, biting her lip in a way that made his knees wobble.

“Master.”

Spike was many things: Loyal Assistant to the Princess of Friendship, former Dragon Lord, a piano player extraordinaire, a collector of vintage comic books, and—he liked to think—a decent friend when all was said and done.

Strong willed he was not.

His green eyes flickered with hunger. Twilight was his friend—borderline family, even—but she was also an insanely attractive woman, and he was as red-blooded a male as any other In Ponyville. He wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“On your knees, Twi.”

Without hesitation, Twilight dropped to her knees, her head bowing in quiet submission.

To hell with questioning things. This was too good to pass up.

Spike closed the distance between them, his lips curling into a grin as he rested a hand atop her head, giving it a playful pat. “That’s a good girl.”

Twilight leaned into his touch, nuzzling her cheek against his palm, her soft hum of delight sending a jolt of satisfaction through him.

Spike chuckled darkly. “Some Princess you are, Twi,” he teased, his voice dripping with mockery. “Dropping to your knees like some cheap street whore.” He paused, his fingers threading lazily through her violet locks.

A pang of guilt stirred in his chest. Anyone bold enough to insult the Element of Magic so brazenly in his presence would’ve been nursing second-degree burns from his magical fire breath—assuming Twilight hadn’t slapped them into the next dimension first. And yet, the words felt disturbingly natural on his lips.

The guilt faded as quickly as it had come. Something deep within him stirred, rising like a voice from the depths of his chest, urging him - demanding he take the girl and make her his. The sensation was familiar, reminiscent of the greed-fueled growth spurt he’d experienced years ago… but this time, it wasn’t gems or Ponyville’s trinkets he craved.

His eyes flashed green.

Cupping her chin with a firm hand, he tilted her face upward to meet his gaze. Her eyes shone with a strange mix of devotion and fear, sending a chill down his spine.

“The only thing you’re the Princess of,” he murmured, his grin sharp and smug, “is being my bitch, Twi.”

Twilight grimaced but made no move to correct her friend’s harsh words.

Spike pressed on, emboldened by her silence. Still holding her chin, he slid his thumb upward across her bottom lip. A tacky substance clung to his fingertip, faintly pink, as he noted with a quick glance. He laughed softly. Now that Twilight’s face was mere inches from his, it was clear she’d dolled herself up—a rare effort she usually reserved for special occasions like the quarterly royal meeting.

“I guess giving your body to your number one assistant is a pretty special occasion.”

Without warning, Spike pushed his thumb past the fleshy barrier of her lips, invading the girl’s mouth. He let his thumb rest against the velvety surface of her tongue, eye raised as he waited for anything approximating a rebuke or refusal from her.

Nothing.

Spike’s mouth contorted into something wicked as he felt a surge of power rush through him. He raised her head by the chin, making sure to stare directly into her eyes as he began to thrust his thumb in and out of her mouth. Twilight met his gaze, but remained stalwart in her obedience. Spike halted his thrusting, opting to prod around the slick cavern instead. As his finger traced the wet, smooth grooves of her inner cheeks, he could feel her saliva pool around his thumb, already pushing towards the opening around his finger.

He studied the girl’s flushed, pretty face. Two streams of spit had begun to flow toward her chin, giving her face a slight glossy sheen. He could almost laugh at how debased the sight was: one of Equestria’s highest ranking authorities being mouth-fucked and covered in her own spit.

“You like my finger in your mouth, Twily?” Spike spat, his dick somehow growing even harder as her eyes widened at the sound of the familiar nick name.

The flustered girl’s red face somehow deepened in color and, to Spike’s amazement, he could see her shuddering, trying to rub her thighs together. He retracted his thumb, bending over at the waist to level with her, “You liked that, didn’t you? Forget Ponyville, I wonder what your B.B.B.F.F would have to say if he saw you like this?” Spike hesitated, bringing his free hand to his chin, stroking it in mock contemplation, “Maybe we can send him photos? Cadence too! And your parents!” The fear in her eyes was like adding gasoline to the depraved fire in his soul. He pulled away from her, rising to stand above her once more, laughing, “You’re so nasty I bet you’d like that.”

Spike paused, considering his next move. He glanced at his glistening hand, then at his best friend’s vulnerable face, hesitation flickering as he wrestled with the will to act.

Before Twilight could react, her head snapped to the right, a sharp sting radiating across her cheek.

“S-spike?”

SMACK

“That’s not my name, slut.”

Twilight blinked, her head buzzing in the aftershock of her assistant’s strike.

SMACK

“Are you slow, slut? Answer the question, or I’m actually going to start putting some force into these slaps.” Spike spat contemptuously, rearing a hand back.

“Master, I…” Twilight hesitated, the words caught in her throat.

SMACK

Twilight groaned, trying to muster the wherewithal to respond as her entire body ached at her assistant's harsh touch. Each of his surprisingly sturdy blows stung something fierce, but the damp heat between her legs was only growing with every consecutive hit. Twilight internally beamed—she had expected to need more effort coaxing this side of him out, if it was even there to be found. Yet, the kind, chivalrous young man she had known for most of her life was no more - at least, not in this moment. Another part of him was revealing itself, and she was going to love taking advantage of it.

Before another blow could be delivered, she found her voice, “I…I want everyone to know my body belongs to you, Master.”

Spike halted an incoming strike, enjoying the way she partially flinched, snorting, “If you want everyone to know I own you that bad, maybe I should just walk you to the center of town and fuck you in front of everyone. It’ll be all over the news! Princess Celestia can see her precious little protégé getting bent like the shameless whore she is on the front page of Canterlot Daily.”

“I aim to serve you in anyway you desire, M-Master.” Twilight stuttered, imagining the shocked and horrified faces of her closest friends as they watched her happily bounce on the green-haired man's cock, fully surrendered to the hedonistic pleasure.

“Yeah, sure you do, but we’ll have to put that on hold for now, slut. I’ve got other plans for us…” Spike flippantly responded, lightly slapping her forehead. He walked backwards, finding Twilight's bed to sit, and gestured for her to follow.

He raised an arm, stopping the girl several feet away from him, “Twirl for me, Princess.”

Obediently, Twilight spun where she stood, briefly flashing her violet panties on accident as she did.

“Hm…” Spike lazily drank in her trembling form, completely drunk on his total dominion over her. He patted his lap, casting an expectant glance at her, “Come here.” Twilight closed the short distance and, after another pat to his thighs, completed his command. She lowered her body across his lap, silently thanking whatever higher powers there were that she was just small enough to not make this completely unfeasible. Her belly rested snugly against his jean-clad legs, while her feet partially dangled, just barely reaching the floor. She lightly kicked and squirmed, her face hot, feeling like a little girl again.

Spike flipped her skirt up, examining his friend’s perky bubble butt. It wasn’t the largest he had ever seen – not even the biggest of their friends – but it was tight and toned from years of adventuring and running around saving the world, and oh so deliciously pale and begging to be smacked. He shifted, trying to find the ideal position for his dick as it pressed into his friend's thin stomach, his hand teasingly hovering centimeters above the pillowy flesh, “Y’know, I’ve been wanting to do this for years. You can be such a pain in the ass sometimes, Twi . Spike’s smug, perpetual grin faded, “Not this type of ink, Spike!” “The A’s go on the bottom shelf, not the top.” “Can you finish my chores today? I’m going into town with the girls!”

Twilight cringed as he went on, remembering the bevy of lectures and scoldings she had delivered to the boy over the years.

Spike grew silent, feeling the girl in his lap tense and allowing her to sit in knowing acceptance of what was about to happen, his hand lightly palming her rear, “I think it’s high-time to return the favor, Twi.”

“Y-yes, Master.”

Spike nodded, gently stroking the supple flesh in his grasp, enjoying the way his fingers sunk into her trembling rear. He wanted to enjoy this. This was the first time his hand had known the feel of a woman’s bum – “punishing” Twilight was just the icing on the cake. He wantonly groped away at her backside, trying to burn the feel of every groove into his memory for safe keeping.

He hummed, drawing a finger from the top of her panties’ waist band straight down the center of her cheeks, stopping right at her perineum, his dick pulsing with arousal as she squeaked and quivered, “Listen close, slut – this is how it’s gonna go.” Spike tugged at the underwear, steadily pulling it down to reveal her cute, pale cheeks. He eyed the exposed flesh, resisting the urge to sink his fingers and teeth into it, before continuing, “I’m going to smack you, but I want you to count them off for me. It's ‘Thank you, Master. Please give me another.’ after every one, got it? Miss one, and that’s five extra swats. You’re going to take them like a big girl – no crying, no complaining – and since I know you’re a stupid pain slut,” He rubbed his index finger along her pussy, collecting some of her filmy girl cum on his finger tip, sending an unexpected jolt of pleasure down her spine as she reflexively flailed in his grasp, “I swear, if you start misbehaving on purpose, we’re going to have a fucking problem.” Spike growled, leaning down, breathing into her ear, “Do we understand?”

Twilight jerked her head around, shaking in anticipation, “Y-yes, Master.”

Spike rubbed his soaked finger across her hair, cleaning it of her fluid. He admired her full-moon again, caressing it, wondering just how red he could make it without seriously injuring her.

SMACK

Twilight yelped, jolting forward. Her backside inflamed with a stinging pain similar to the one her face felt earlier but far more intense. A thin, vacant smile spread across her lips. She had high hopes for the teen, and he was proving himself more than capable of living up to them.

Spike, nearly forgetting about the task at hand, sat captive at the sight of her jiggling flesh. The red outline of his hand imprinted itself upon her right cheek, creating a delicious contrast of color for his eyes to feast on. It was almost hypnotizing.

“1.”

The spell her rear had over him was broken as the count drew Spike back to his task. He shook his head, regaining his bearings and readying for another slap.

“Thank you, Master. Please give me another.”

He smirked triumphantly, happy to oblige the maid.

SMACK

He aimed the slap against her untouched cheek, creating another red imprint mirrored to the first. The slapping sound rang out, echoing throughout the large room.

Twilight grit her teeth, feeling the burn grow stronger, “2. T-thank you, Master. Please give me another.”

Spike dick painfully strained hearing the struggle in her voice.

SMACK

His hand found her right cheek again, this time causing a noticeable flinch in the girl.

Twilight struggled to keep her composure, biting down on her own lip to find anything to focus onin the haze of pleasurable pain flooding her mind. She breathed in, eyes shut, “3. Thank you, Master. Please give me another.”

SMACK

Spike grinned, alternating his blows to her rump. He could see Twilight fists whiten as she balled them and sucked in air. He had to admit, she was keeping herself remarkably composed despite the pain she was undoubtedly experiencing, as these were not the same love taps from earlier.

“4. Thank you, Master. Please give me another.”

SMACK

Aiming it smack dab in the center, his palm collided just between the two fierce looking outlines of his hand. A whine escaped her lips as she struggled to remain still. Spike paused, wanting to break the rhythm.

“5. T-thank you, M-Master. Please give me another.”

Twilight panted, her increasingly hot bottom shivering as the chill of the room set in, waiting for the next strike.

Just as the pain began to wane down, his palm crashed down again, shooting another shock of pain throughout her entire body. Twilight’s head shot up as she was unable to prevent a moan from escaping her mouth.

Spike watched on with amusement, eye raised, chuckling, “Someone’s liking this. Maybe too much…”

“…6. T-thank y-you, M-Master. Please give me another.”

Spike ruffled her hair, “Starting to feel it, eh? You’re a real trooper, Twi. We’re halfway done, okay?”

SMACK

Twilight cried out even louder this time, no longer able to contain the pain. She clenched her teeth, trying to push past the hot ache in her bottom, “…7.” She inhaled, finding her words, “Thank you, Master. Please give me another.”

SMACK

“Wow, Twilight, you’re really loving this.” Spike mocked, looking at the fluids running down her thighs and collecting on the floor.

“8. T-thank you, Master. Please give me another.”

He laughed, “If you insist, your highness.”

SMACK

Twilight's entire body seized in pain, and her mind fought to regain some level of focus beyond the painful burn radiating across her entire backside now, “9….T-thank you, M-Master. Please give me another.”

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

Twilight’s legs shot out, impotently kicking into the air, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her entire body flamed with a dull burn, and she could feel the sweat dripping off her brow. She let out a pained groan.

Spike took in the sight of her rear, now painted a dark red thanks to his palm, admiring his work. Her cheeks radiated with warmth, and the center of her tush took on a particularly dark hue. He flicked at her right cheek, laughing as she yelped at the surprise contact. He knew she would be feeling this for some time.

He grabbed her by the hair, lifting her fallen countenance and lowering himself to meet her glazed-over purple orbs. His voice was low, “Say it, Twi.”

His words penetrated through the fog of heat and pain, pulling her mind back from the depths of stinging bliss, “Thank you, Master. Please give me another.” Twilight said, whimpering and staring back into the predatory gaze hovering above her, her core quivering and begging for release.

“Sorry, slut – you’ll have to wait. You got a cunt that needs fucking anyway.”

Indeed, Twilight thought as he pushed a finger into her core.

Spike let his finger sink as far as it could go into her tunnel as she screamed, amazed at just how wet she was. He wiggled his finger around, trying to get a feel for what pussy felt like, jaw slacked in awe as he felt her slick, velvety walls clench around him. This is what pussy felt like. For a moment, the same teenaged boy who had just slept in and been munching on diamond pancakes less than an hour ago was back. Spike stared in disbelief - that was Twilight’s cleanly shaven pussy with his finger buried between her lips. Porn didn’t have shit on this.

“Oh gosh, I’m inside a girl’s v-vagina.”

“Y-you g-got t-to p-push it i-in and o-out, M-Master.”

Spike recoiled and jerked his finger away, nervously laughing as his face flushed. He swallowed, forcing a cough, “R-right, yeah, just, uh…” He looked down at the slick, pink slit again, biting his lip. It was now or never, he supposed.

Twilight sighed as the boy returned his finger, this time invigorated to properly fuck her with his hand. He started slow, reaching as far into her as his hand would allow before pulling back an inch or so, his finger remaining buried inside her. His fingers were not overly long, but they were just rough enough from years of handling books and other library ware to scratch her insides just right. She had been on the edge for awhile now due to the spanking, so even the measured fingering was drawing her close to climax.

Twilight panted, rocking her hips back into his hand, “F-faster, M-master…”

Spike’s pace increased with gusto. He fucked Twilight to the sound of her own moans – moans he was causing. His chest puffed with pride. He was about to make a girl cum. He added another finger into the fold, trying to push as hard and deep as he possibly could.

Twilight’s pussy clenched around his fingers, and her moans grew louder, “I-I’m a-about t-to –

And then Spike stopped.

Twilight released something akin to a whine mixed with a moan as her body spasmed at the sudden drop-off. She looked back, frustration evident in her face, her body shaking, “W-why!?”

Spike held his hand out, inspecting the glistening sheen that coated it. A satisfied smile spread across his face, knowing he was the one who had caused it. Lowering his hand to her lips, he cast a glance down at her confused face, “Suck.”

Twilight eyed the fingers for a moment, still recovering from her denied orgasm, panting. Dutifully wrapping her lips around them, she was fed on her own pussy juice.

“Y’know, I just realized, why should you be the first to cum? You’re here to serve me, slut.”

Twilight gagged as the boy shoved his fingers as far back into her mouth as they could go.

“You want to cum, you’re gonna have to fix this first.” Spike said, grinding his cock against her abdomen for emphasis.

Twilight could only nod as he slapped her across the ass be stood up, leaving her to collapse pathetically onto the floor.

“Get up, slut. I have an idea.”

Spike never thought of himself as one for pomp and circumstance. Sure, he didn’t exactly mind the twenty-foot statue of himself—no doubt painstakingly carved by a team of highly talented Crystal Empire artisans, all to commemorate his heroic exploits. It was a labor of love, after all. And it’s not like he asked for it or anything—despite whatever Rainbow Dash might have claimed. But there was nothing quite as offensive to his sensibilities as the endless ceremonies and forced politeness of all those summits Twilight dragged him to.

But, as with every rule, there was always an exception to be had.

Childish, perhaps—or maybe even a reflection of the more animalistic tendencies of his dragon-blood nature—but Spike couldn’t help but revel in his current station. Seated in the Princess of Friendship’s throne, legs spread wide, he gazed down at its rightful owner kneeling before him, awaiting his command.

He always did have a weakness for power.

“I’m sorry I was so rough on you back there, Twi. I don’t know what got into me. It was like something possessed me when I saw you drop to your knees.” Spike muttered, rubbing his neck, his grin sheepish. “But this feels good, sitting here, I mean. Thanks for letting me do this. And I promise I won’t hit you again.” He pointed at his exposed groin, chuckling, “But since we’re still, uh, doing this…can you, like, give me a blowjob…please?”

Twilight stared back at her old friend, unable to prevent an earnest smile from forming. She had reassured him that the rough treatment had been appreciated, and it was something she hoped they could revisit at a later date, but...there were worse things in the world than giving her dork of an adorable best friend some head.

She spat into her hands, working the spit into her palms, “Stop apologizing, silly – I loved every minute of it.” Gently, Twilight grasped his dick by the base, giving it a few slow pumps.

Spike sighed, melting into his temporary throne, “But your butt is gonna be, like, super sore for the rest of the week.”

Twilight laughed, her pumps coming to a steady rhythm, “Every time I sit, I’m going to he reminded of our time together – of you.”

“Mm…”

Twilight could feel his cock pulsate in response. She grinned – the dragon hadn’t been fully domesticated yet. Increasing her pace, she aimed another round of spit at the boy’s cock, just to aid her small hand in gliding across his sizable length with as little friction as possible.

Unable to abate her curiosity, Twilight carefully studied the dick in her hand – a first for her. It was slightly warm to the touch, and it was growing slicker with every pass of her hand, no doubt thanks to the spread of her saliva and his precum. She could feel the slimy, sticky mixture coat the inside of her hand, reminding her of a runnier version of pancake syrup. A cacophony of lewd squelching noises and the soft, throaty moans of her assistant filled the air.

Twilight leaned forward, inhaling deeply as she pressed her nose against his shaft, letting the musty scent invade her nostrils. She shuddered.

A white glob of precum formed at the tip of his cock, drawing her attention upward. Just hovering above his head, she lapped at it, tasting the creamy substance for the first time. A salty, slightly metallic taste flooded her mouth – not unlike the taste of her cum – as she allowed the filmy fluid to coat her tongue and palette.

“W-wow, Twilight. That was really hot.”

“Mmm…” Twilight sounded, her eyes firmly focused on the cock inches away from her face.

“You okay down there, Twi?”

“Don’t mind me, Spike. Just taking some mental notes here.”

“Ah…”

Twilight resumed pumping, this time adding her other hand to the mix, “Before I attempt to suck the life out of you through your dick –“ She ignored the boy’s sudden wheeze, “I just have to ask, that journal of yours – sorry for reading it without your permission, by the way – how badly do you want to do those things. Y’know, with our friends?”

“I dunno, Twi – it’s just fantasy stuff, it’ll never happen –

“Says who?”

Twilight slowed her pace, one hand moving to work the tip of his cock while the other hung closer to the base. Spike’s hips involuntarily bucked upwards, and a low whine escaped his mouth at the loss of stimulation.

“I’ve seen them checking you out when they think no one’s looking – all of them.”

“R-really?” Spike whispered, eyes darting below.

She smirked at him.

“There are plenty of things you don’t know about our friends, Spike.”

Spike offered her a questioning gaze, silently imploring her to continue.

Twilight cupped his balls, giving them a little squeeze, “I think you’d be surprised. You think I’m nasty? Wait till you see what Rainbow Dash gets up to!”

Spike grit his teeth, feeling the familiar sensation of release grow, “R-rainbow? Isn’t she…isn’t she gay?”

Twilight giggled, picking the pace back up some more, “Sure she is – unless they’re wearing a condom and it ‘doesn’t count.’”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” Twilight switched her grip, suddenly speeding up the rhythm of her jerking before hitting a tortuously slow pace, “And she loves it rough. Like – getting her face smashed into the bed and pounded until she’s screaming for more – rough. It’s all big bad boss-lady until she’s bent over like a bitch in heat screaming daddy.”

Impossibly, Spike’s dick throbbed even harder at the thought of the haughty athlete being broken on some lucky stranger’s cock. He panted, hands flailing for something to grab onto, “H-how do you even know this?”

“I have my ways.” Twilight returned to a leisurely pace, sensing his release approaching, “And Fluttershy? Little miss innocent would drop to her knees faster than the local glory hole worker if you asked for it. She’s got it bad for you, Spike.”

Flashes of ramming the pink-haired girl doggy style in the middle of the woods flooded his mind. He could already hear the shy woman's squeaks and moans turning into screams of passions as he fucked her, proudly defiling her innocence for the entire world to see. Spike groaned, just about ready to blow his stuff all over his friend’s face, “M-maybe, but I don’t want to be turned into a stuffed animal or something by D-discord…”

“I think Discord’s hands are full as is with the Princesses.”

“O-oh, r-really?”

Twilight ignored his question, pressing her face closer to her assistant’s cock as he approached his peak, “Don’t even get me started on Rarity – that girl has issues. What do they say again? ‘Lady in the streets, whore in the sheets’, right? I might be a princess, but she’s the throat queen.”

Spike quaked, his entire body ablaze at the thought of his once boyhood crush choking on his dick, makeup smeared across her pretty face. It was too much. It may have just been Twilight’s hands, but she was far too good at this – the stroking, the talking – he needed release.

“Twi, I-I’m about to…”

“Do it here.” Twilight said, opening her mouth and presenting her tongue, eyes wide as she stared up at him.

Spike nodded dumbly, but made no effort to move save for the involuntary twitches signaling his approaching release. Despite the pleasure overload, he forced an eye open, wanting to see the hot streams of white cum stain Twilight’s face as it happened.

BRAAAPP!

A torrent of green flame shot out, barely missing the peak of the kneeling woman’s head, but close enough to scorch some of her purple hair. A rolled and sealed parchment dropped onto Spike’s lap, getting caught on his painfully erect dick before it could fall to the ground. Both parties groaned in exasperation.

“Are you okay, Twilight? Did I burn you!?”

“I’m fine, Spike. Just…” She pulled at one of the burnt strands, sighing, “Nothing. We’ll read it later.” Twilight reached for the shaft in front of her, regaining her grip on it and pushing the scroll to the ground, determined to complete what she had started, “Now, where were we?”

“I hate to interrupt the whole, uh, kind-of-but-not-really wincest thing you guys got going on – especially before the big finish, but we’re kind of already super late for Pinkie’s party.”

“W-what!?”

“What?!”

The exposed duo turned to the source of the intrusion.

Starlight Glimmer leaned casually against the throne room entrance, a smug grin plastered across her face.

“I was wondering when one of you would finally notice,” she said, straightening up and strolling toward them.

“How long were you—how did you even get in here!?” Twilight stammered, her face flushing. “It was locked! I spell-proofed the door—you shouldn’t have—”

“Please.” Starlight waved a hand dismissively. “I could’ve broken that spell in kindergarten, Twilight. Cute outfit, by the way!” she added, her laughter echoing off the walls.

She sauntered past them, sparing a mischievous glance in their direction. “Down, boy. We’ve got a party to get to. You two can finish this later. Or…” She paused at the mouth of the hallway, turning back with a smirk. “We can finish this later, if you two don’t mind, that is.”

With a wink and a sly smile, Starlight disappeared into the depths of the castle.

“That was, uh, interesting…but maybe we can – oh, you have to be fucking kidding me.” Twilight spoke, staring at her partner’s limp dick.

“S-sorry, Twi - it’s just, I don’t - the letter, and then Starlight - I hate surprises - I -”

“It’s fine, Spike,” Twilight interrupted, her tone tinged with defeat. “Let’s just...go get ready.”

Twilight stood up, dusting herself off, her mood thoroughly ruined. Spike followed suit, and together they began their walk of shame back to their rooms.

Spike glanced to his right, rubbing his neck. “So, uh, I know you said this was, like, a special thing, but I was thinking, maybe - only if you want to - that we, like-”

Twilight wobbled along the path to their rooms, rolling her eyes. “Yes, Spike. We’ll be doing this again.”

“You really mean it, Twi? I was that good, huh?”

“I think what I said earlier speaks for itself.”

Spike chuckled, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her into his frame. “You’re a real psycho, Twi. But you’re my pain-slut psycho.”

“You’re one to talk,” Twilight muttered, turning her head away with a huff.

He grinned, side-eyeing her. “Bet your bum is totally on fire right now! Don’t worry, Princess—I got you!”

“Spike, what are you—PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!”

Laughing, Spike hoisted her over his shoulder as she thrashed against him, fists pounding at his back.

“You brat! Put me down this instant or suffer the consequences!”

“You said, ‘Whatever you want, we do,’ and what I want is to carry you to your room, you big baby.”

“…Fine.”

SMACK

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN I GET DOWN FROM HERE, YOU LITTLE JERK!”