Spike's Dirty Little Secret

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Spike slowly woke up from the heavy sleep. As he sat up, rubbing his eyes and groaning from his deep sleep, he looked about the room. His memory suddenly came back, reminding him of the previous night. He could still hardly believe he was capable of accomplishing such a feat as last night. He noticed there were new sheets on the bed, as well as Pinkie missing.

‘She probably woke up before me, changed the sheets, and headed downstairs.’ Spike thought.

It wasn’t so hard to believe, Spike almost always slept in late. Twilight always said he sleeps like a rock.

“Twilight!” He said suddenly, “I was supposed to be back before nightfall! She’s probably been worrying about me all night!”

As Spike jumped out of bed, he started heading downstairs. He heard someone baking something from the lower floor. Even before he got to the bottom step, he already knew who it was going to be.

“Hello Pinkie.” He said as the energetic pink pony came into sight. He was suddenly assaulted by the strong smell of cookies, brownies, cakes, and endless other amounts of sweets. He wondered how long she’s been awake down here cooking.

“Heya Spikey!” Pinkie said, hopping over to Spike and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks again for last night!”

“Heh... sure thing Pinkie.” Spike started, “Hey Pinkie, I’m going to go to Twilight. Since what happened last night, I couldn’t come home. She is probably worried sick.” Said Spike, heading for the front door.

“Spike, wait!” Pinkie suddenly said, stopping her work on the sweets. She started hopping over to Spike, carrying a brown envelope. She gave it to Spike, who took it cautiously.

“What is this?” Spike asked, getting ready to open it.

“Don’t open it yet silly! It’s your first mission. Start it when you get done with Twilight, alrighty?” Pinkie said to Spike, in her playful voice, though Spike noticing a slightly more serious tone to it.

Spike sighed, hoping that she forgot about their deal for the time being. “Alright,” he said reluctantly, “I’ll do it right after I check in with Twilight.”

“Okie Dokie Loki” Pinkie said, hopping back to her work station. “Oh, and Spike, remember, don’t let anyone see it.”

“Alright Pinkie, goodbye.” Spike called out, as he headed out the door. He was curious as to what was in the envelope, but he didn’t want to take the chance of anyone else finding out about the deal, so he kept it safely sealed up. As he was walking towards the tree house, he noticed how beautiful of a day it was. The sun was bright, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

‘The pegasai do a really good job with the weather’ he thought to himself. The birds were chirping, the grass was as green as ever, and it looked like everypony was outside having fun.

‘It’s a shame Twilight spends most of her time indoors...’ he started to think. He wished he could take Twilight outside.

‘Maybe I’ll ask her to go to a picnic.’ he finally thought, hoping to be able to get closer to Twilight, and possibly even confess his feelings.

Blam!

As he was thinking, he bumped into somepony, not looking at where he was going.

“OW! Watch where yer goi-... oh... hi Spike...” It was Applebloom, and the other Cutie Mark Crusaders.

“Yeah, watch where you’re going!” Scootaloo yelled at Spike.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry Applebloom.” Spike said, helping Applebloom up.

“It’s alright. Ah should’ve been payin’ more attention.” Applebloom said, slightly blushing.

“So where are you three heading off to?” Spike asked to the group, wondering what was with Applebloom to be blushing. ‘Probably just from the heat’ he said to himself.

“I... uh... we...” Applebloom started, before Sweetie Belle cut in.

“We’re going to prepare for the party tomorrow!” Sweetie Belle said, getting excited.

“Party?” Asked Spike, confused.

“Yeah!” Exclaimed Scootaloo, seemingly forgetting her anger from him bumping into Applebloom. “Tomorrow is Appleblooms birthday! We’re going to throw a huge party for her at Sweet Apple Acres.”

“You should come! If.. you’re not busy.” Said Applebloom shyly.

“Sure, I’d love to come!” Said spike, giving Applebloom a warm smile, which made her blush even more.

“Really?! Cool! Then I’ll see you there.” Said Applebloom, smiling back, almost beet red in the face.

“C’mon Applebloom, we have to meet up with Rarity for the decorations!” Yelled Scootaloo, who, with Sweetie Belle, had already started moving.

“I’m coming! Well... bye Spike!” Applebloom said, as she ran off to catch up to the others.

Spike watched them head off for a moment, wondering what Applebloom was so shy about, before he remembered where he was going and started moving forward again, heading towards the tree house. By the time he got there, it was around noon.

As he entered the door, he immediately heard hoof steps coming towards him. Soon enough he saw Twilight, racing towards him, with the biggest smile on her face he’s seen in a long time. She put her forelegs around Spike, embracing him in a hug as he savored every second of it.

“Spike! Where have you been? I’ve been so worried!” Said Twilight. She slightly lied; she knew where he was, but never the less she was still worried sick about him. That and she didn’t want him knowing she was spying on him last night.

“I slept over at Pinkie’s. I know I should’ve come home before dark, I’m sorry. We were up all night baking, I guess we lost track of time.” Spike said. He felt bad about lying to Twilight, but he didn’t want her to find out about his situation. Suddenly he remembered he was carrying the envelope, and hoped she didn’t question it.

“Well... alright. I’m just glad you’re home safe now Spike. It’s almost lunch time. Are you hungry? Did you have anything to eat last night?” Twilight asked, as she broke the hug and lead Spike into the kitchen.

“I only had a cupcake or two last night, I’m starving!”

“Hehe, alright Spike, I’ll make the lunch today. You can sit and rest.”

As Spike sat, he watched Twilight use her magic to make lunch. He watched as every move she made, was practiced, and refined. How she perfectly moved in every step she took. In every movement she made. Even her magic was completely perfect, she never slipped up a single time.

As he admired her movement, he admired her beauty just as much. He loved everything about her. He loved the flow of her mane, he loved her beautiful, violet coat. He spent about five minutes, just staring, admiring her, until his eyed warded someplace else. He caught just a glimpse of it, but once he caught it, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her nethers.

He had a full view her backside. The curves of her flank, her long, straight tail, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. Behind her tail, in full view, was her beautiful, enthralling slit. He stared in awe, as he started to feel his own cock stir under the table. He tried to stop it in time, he closed his eyes and looked away, but it was too late. The memory, the sight of her opening was tattooed into his mind. The thought of it was bringing his cock to life, until it was standing tall and alert, as hard as ever, under the cover of the table.

‘Is Spike okay?’ Twilight thought, while she was cooking. ‘He hasn’t said anything in a while...”

“So...” Twilight started, trying to strike up a conversation and end the awkward silence, unaware of the situation going on with Spike. “... What’s in the envelope?”

“Oh... it’s, uhh... it’s nothing. Just something Pinkie wanted me to give to someone.” Spike said, a little too quickly. With the situation under the table, and the deal with Pinkie, he was worried about getting caught, on one thing or another. He quickly contemplated which one would be worse to be caught with. The deal won by a longshot.

He decided to take a chance, maybe he could get rid of this problem before Twilight was finished with making lunch. He faced it head on, and started stroking his cock, taking advantage of the bare slit in front of him. He rubbed his entire member, up and down, lightly dragging his claws across his deep purple skin as he moved. He felt the precum leak out of his erect member, making each stroke easier and quicker. He felt himself getting closer, he had to struggle to resist moaning, let alone Twilight’s name.

Spike suddenly realized he hasn’t thought this plan through. ‘Wait... where am I going to finish?!’ he started to think. ‘I can’t just shoot my load here! Which means I only have one option...’ He finally made a decision. He had to run out of the kitchen, and hope that Twilight doesn’t notice his situation.

“I’ll be right back Twilight!” Spike said, hurrying out of the room. But not before Twilight turned around and caught Spike in his full glory right before he left the room.

“Oh....I... alright...” Twilight choked out. She stood there wide eyed, open mouth, 100 questions running through her mind. ‘Why was Spike...’ She started, but too shy to think of the actual word, a cherry red appeared on her face quickly as she thought. All of a sudden, she heard the door to the bathroom, and she heard small sounds coming from it. Curious as to what Spike was doing, she snuck up to the door and pressed her ear to it.

She could hear the muffled moans of Spike through the door. She knew what he was doing, but there was something in her that wanted to know for certain on what he was doing. She used the same spell she used to find Spike last night, only this time it was much quicker, considering how close he was, and that she knew exactly where he was.

She was correct in her theory. There he was, her assistant. His cock full and erect, as he moved his hand quickly up and down the entirety of the shaft. Every other second she could hear a light moan from him, as he rubbed quickly up and down.

Twilight couldn’t help but wonder what Spike was thinking about during this. ‘He is probably thinking about Rarity...’ Twilight said to herself, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in her gut. She was jealous. Jealous that it could be Rarity, that Spike was masturbating to.

She sat there, watching. Her tongue was sticking out as she was drooling a little, her flank was sticking up in the air, as her marehood was soaked with her own natural lubricant.

All of a sudden Spike was breathing heavily, his strokes became longer and faster. They both knew that Spike was close. It took Twilight almost all of her strength to resist using her magic to fuck herself silly in front of the door, letting Spike watch. Instead she tried focusing on the spell.

“Ohhhhh Twilight!” Spike half moaned, and half screamed, as he finally came, shooting his entire load on the floor and wall. As Spike relaxed, he quickly realized how loud he was, and hoped that Twilight didn’t hear him. He began his work on cleaning up the mess he made.

Twilight quickly dispersed the spell, and went back to the kitchen so as to not raise suspicion. As she was finishing cooking, she had a huge smile on her face. ‘He was thinking of me...’ she thought. ‘Maybe he actually feels the same for me.’

By the time Spike got done, and got out of the bathroom, Twilight was finished making lunch. As they sat and ate, Spike kept looking up at his plate, worried, and wondering if Twilight heard him, or even saw him. Not knowing exactly how much she witnessed.

Twilight, on the other hand, was especially happy. She not only found her love for Spike, but she also found out just how lustful for him she is. But she was afraid of him finding out. She didn’t know if he actually loved her or not, and she didn’t want to jeopardize their friendship. She decided to talk to someone else about it, maybe Applejack, or Rarity, before confessing.

After lunch, Spike had to go to his first mission. He was sad to leave Twilight, but he didn’t want her finding out.

“I’ve got to go Twilight, I need to deliver this envelope to somepony.” Spike said, feeling just as bad as ever about lying.

“Alright, goodbye Spike.” Said Twilight, sad that she has to watch him go. She gave him a hug, then he walked out of the door.

“Alright... lets see what’s in here.” Spike said, finally opening the envelope when the door to the tree house closed.

Inside the envelope, there were two things. One, was a picture of a building. Spike recognized it to be Ponyille’s Hotel. The second item was a note, written by Pinkie. It said:

“Head to Ponyville Hotel. Go to the Desk Clerk, and say the phrase “Iron and copper”**. They will give you the number of the room where your first client is. Good luck. - Love, Pinkie Pie”

Spike read the instructions, then started heading towards the Hotel. He rarely ever went on that side of town,not that he wasn’t allowed, but he never had a real reason to. All that was on that side was bars, Hotels, a rave, and a couple of houses of ponies he doesn’t know very well.

He reached the Hotel relatively quickly, in about ten minutes. As he entered the door, he noticed the Hotel was very fancy. He wondered which pony could even afford to stay here, let alone one with relationship issues. He questioned his ability, on whether or not he could accomplish this mission.

As he approached the front desk, the Clerk was someone in a dark green cloak, completely covering their body, except their tail, which was out of sight from Spike’s angle.

“Why hello there, dear Spike. What is it, that you would like?” The mystery mare said, suddenly not so mysterious.

“Zecora, is that you?” Spike asked, already knowing the answer.

“Catch on quick, you do. Now what can I do for you?” Zecora said, pulling her hood down, now that her cover was blown.

“Um.... Iron and Copper.” Spike said.

Zecora’s eyes suddenly got wide. “Pinkie was the one who sent you? What is that pony up to...” Zecora started, then quickly snapping forward, realizing she broke character. “Room 15*** is the number, be careful, the pony may be in a slumber.” Zecora said last, as she quickly went back in character.

“Thanks Zecora.” Spike said, as he started up the steps. He counted the numbers on the doors. ‘9...10....11.....12....13.....14...’ until he finally got to the door he was looking for. Room number 15. He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

Knock Knock Knock!

The door started moving open, and Spike’s jaw dropped in surprise.

“Rainbow Dash?!”

To Be Continued.

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