Twilight Sparkle was a pony of checklists and schedule. It showed in everything she did, especially in her morning routine. Every morning at seven O’clock, Twilight would wake up to the smell of her number one assistant Spike cooking breakfast downstairs.
Twilight would lazily roll out of bed and meander over to the bathroom. Twilight would brush her teeth. Comb her purple mane and tail to neat and tidy standards, and get her lavender coat into order before walking downstairs at exactly seven fifteen. Twilight would walk into the dining room and be greeted by the smiling face purple face of Spike, the baby dragon, who would be setting the table for breakfast.
...with something as unpredictable as social contact, Twilight would exit routine mode...
"Good morning Twilight." Spike said as he placed a lovely plate of pancakes and clover in twilights spot.
"Good morning Spike, did you sleep alright?" Twilight sat down at her spot and dug in.
"Can't complain," Spike replied as he sat down to a small bowl of topaz and quartz. "You?"
"Meh." Twilight replied with a shrug. It had been an unremarkable sleep.
The two ate breakfast in a comfortable silence. Occasionally making small talk about plans for the day, which were uneventful.
Twilight finished her pancakes and levitated her plate to the sink. "Thanks Spike, that was good." Twilight called.
"No problem," Spike replied as he finished up his own breakfast, "Oh Twilight?! I almost forgot, I think I saw Smarty-pants under your bed this morning."
"Really!" Twilight brightened. She hadn't seen her Smarty-pants doll in over a year. She had been searching for it for a while now.
Twilight happily galloped up the stairs’ to go and claim her doll.
Spike watched her go, paying especially close attention to her tail as it swished back and forth, given Spike teasing glimpses of Twilights inner thighs and flank. Spike smiled as he began his own little routine. One he had been following for about a month now.
Spike cleared his place and walked over to the kitchen. This was his domain. Despite her knowledge in chemistry, Twilight could not cook. She could barely reheat leftovers without burning them. As such, Spike had free reign of the kitchen. He used it as a repository for his tools. Spike reached into the cabinet and pulled out a small rucksack, his little bag of tricks. Spike then walked over to the counter and grabbed a small vile of pink liquid.
This was Spikes most valued position, the sap of the ripvanwinkle root. Spike had gotten it from Zecora to help him cure his scale rot. On dragons it was a harmless scale tonic. On ponies however, it had a far more interesting effect. For each drop ingested, a pony would sleep for one hour. Spike had given Twilight three drops on her pancakes.
-THUMP-
Twilight had just passed out upstairs. Spike giggled to himself as he stuffed the vile into the rucksack. The baby dragon skipped upstairs as he made a quick mental checklist.
Door locked... Check
Rucksack... Check
Twilight tricked upstairs so I don't have to drag her around... Check!
Spike entered Twilights room and found her on the floor, her head under the bed. Spike chuckled at the cleverness of his lie. The baby dragon walked over to the sleeping unicorn and gave her a cautionary poke to see if she was truly out.
"Twilight?"
No response. But what did Spike expect; the sap of the ripvanwinkle root was amazing. It was non habit forming and took effect all at once. The only reason it wasn't a mass produced sleep drug was because it was too good. Once ingested there was no way to wake the pony until after the allotted time. Absolutely no way. Spike knew, he had been using it on Twilight for a month.
Spike dragged Twilight out from under the bed and with a bit of effort, managed to hoist her big purple butt onto the bed. Spike scuttled up to join her.
The little purple dragon then reached into his rucksack and pulled out a hairbrush and set to work on Twilights mane. Spike was getting pretty good at this now. Spike combed Twilights bangs into a stylized curl. Almost perfectly emulating the bang style of Spikes long time crush Rarity. At first, Spike had used Twilight as a substitute for the dress maker. He had called her 'Rarity' and even painting her coat white on more than one occasion.
Lately however Spike had begun to use Twilight as Twilight, but he still kept the hair style in his preparation routine. Some part of him still holding onto Rarity even with Twilight providing far more than Rarity ever had.
Spike looked down at the sleeping unicorn before him. Lying on her back, completely exposed and at Spikes mercy. Spikes mind fogged with lust.
In an instant Spike pounced and pulled Twilights face into his own, desperately pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. Twilight gave no resistance of reciprocation in her slumber, her mouth was slightly open, allowing Spike to press his tongue inside. That was all that he needed. Spike's forked tongue explored every inch of Twilights mouth, it was dry with sleep, Spike wanted her saliva, her taste, he needed more. The dexterous dragon tongue wrapped around Twilights pony tongue and began to constrict and loosen, constrict and loosen, effectively milking his lavender mares mouth. Spike drank her spit, each swallow was pure bliss. Twilight tasted of the clover and oats. It was simple, but oddly refreshing. When Spike had drank his fill he allowed his own mouth to flood with his own dragon saliva. He tenderly pressed it into his guardians mouth. In her sleep Twilight swallowed on reflex. Spike found the prospect of a part of him inside the mare exhilarating. He could have fed his spit to her for the next hour and a half if he felt like it, but Spike had other plans for his mares mouth.
The tender foreplay had left Spikes impressive dragon penis very hard.
Spike reached into his rucksack and fished out a small bottle of honey. Holding his member in his claw, Spike drizzled a small amount of the honey onto the tip. Spike then put the bottle down at arm’s reach and began to rub the saccharine goo up and down his shaft until it was coated in a thin layer of sticky sweetness. Spike licked his claw clean of any residue and then set to work.
As Twilight slept on her back, Spike positioned himself so that he was sitting on her chest. His dick tapping against her muzzle. Spike pressed his thumb into the space between Twilights lips and carefully pulled her mouth open wide. Spike took great delight in how utterly adorable the unicorn looked as he pressed the very tip of his length into her pretty lips.
There was a five second delay where nothing happened. But Spike had done this to Twilight before and knew that it was only a matter of time before...
Spike let out a long moan of pleasure as Twilights tongue met his tip. It never failed to amaze him just how good it felt. The Sleeping mare obliviously began to run her tongue over Spikes tip again and again, each time eliciting a wave of pleasure in her number one assistant. Spike began to press forward slightly as he felt Twilight lick of the last of the honey form his tip. Twilights mouth sought more of the sweet taste and reacted on its own accord. Twilight began to lightly suck Spikes penis in her sleep.
"Oh Celestia yes," Spike moaned as he began to hump into Twilights face, "good girl Twilight, good girl." Spike began to instinctively stroke Twilights mane to let her know she was doing a good job. Twilight's body seemed to pick up on the praise in her slumber as she soon started to suck a little harder, running her tongue up Spikes length as he pressed deeper and deeper into her mouth and began to poke at the back of her throat.
Spike began to lose himself in the pleasure, he wanted more of this feeling, and he needed it! Spike pressed his eyes shut and began to grind his teeth as he grabbed Twilight behind the ears and jammed the rest of himself inside of her.
Twilight’s body tried to react, tried to push him out, gagging around Spikes rod as it pushed deeper into her throat. Twilight began to cough and tiny tears began to form in her eyes as her confused body tried to work out what was happening and how to handle it. Spike ran out of length half way down Twilights throat. From experience, Spike knew that if he tried to oblige Twilights body and pull out, she would vomit and cut their time together short. He held himself firmly in the lavender unicorns throat despite her bodies objections.
Ten seconds: Twilights face began to scrunch as tears swelled from her sleeping eyes. Her throat wanted to be free of obstruction. But Spike held firm.
Twenty seconds: Twilight was clearly having breathing trouble as she choked around his cock. It pained Spike to see her in such distress but he knew better than to stop. He tightened his grip around his mares head, forcing himself slightly deeper.
Thirty seconds: Twilight began to convulse, moaning a little as her lungs begged for air. "shhhhh," Spike cued while petting his mares mane "figure it out Twilight, through your nose, relax."
Twilights throat suddenly relaxed, clearing her airway, sweet oxygen was frantically sucked through her nostrils. Spike gave her a moment to catch her breath. "Good girl Twilight," he whispered lovingly, petting her as she relaxed. Despite his legitimate concern, Spikes penis was now painfully swollen in Twilights throat. He couldn't help it, the combination of Twilights quivering throat on his cock, and the empowering domination of pressing her between his legs, it was indescribable.
Spike moved his claw up to Twilights horn. Spike knew that she was very sensitive here. The dragon began to stroke the horn up and down. Spike knew that he didn’t have to do this. Twilight would not remember him doing this. But Spike knew that in her sleep she felt stimulation, and Spike wanted to take care of his mare, she deserved it.
Twilights face remained serene in her oblivious sleep, but again her body reacted to Spikes ministrations. Spike squeezed tighter as he stroked Twilights lightly glowing horn. Spike loved how quickly Twilight would react to his treatments. According to an anatomy book he had read, unicorn’s horns became more sensitive with higher magical power. Twilight was one of the most powerful unicorns in the world.
Spike quickened his pace as Twilights horn began to glow brighter, buzzing slightly with the involuntary magic build up. Twilight’s breathing became slightly labored through her nose. Her throat quivered around his deeply plunged cock.
Spike could feel Twilight was close, her horn had actually started to vibrate.
Spike began to slowly lift Twilight up by her horn, her throat quivering as it tried to swallow him back down. Spike obliged. The purple dragon began to bob Twilights head up and down on himself. Her sleeping eyes closed and her face sweaty with the bodily pleasure she was receiving from her horn, she took Spike in without issue, bringing Spike to new heights of pleasure.
Twilight’s entire scull was vibrating now. Spike kept pulling her horn up and down on his girth with both claws, effectively turning the unicorn mare into the world’s greatest flesh light. Spike almost laughed at that thought, considering how brightly Twilights horn was shining through his fingers.
Spike knew he was close. Twilight’s vibrating mouth and quivering throat was too good. "Twilight, I'm going to..." Spike pulled Twilight close as he let loose down her throat, directly into her cute pony tummy. Twilight’s horn exploded with magic, sending white and purple fireworks up onto spikes chest, ricocheting across the room.
It must be noted that dragon physiology is very different to ponies. When Spike began to cum into Twilight, he didn't spurt, he gushed. The first wave filled Twilight with a good quart of salty dragon cum. The second wave of cum was twice as big, filling Twilights tummy to the brim with Spikes juices. The third and final wave was forced into Twilight, topping her off with a good cup of cum. Spike ebbed on the fringes of his orgasm. After a moment, he caught his breath and pulled his softened cock from Twilights mouth, letting the last drippings of semen dribble onto her tongue before he left her lips. Twilight coughed a bit as she resumed her normal breathing method. She remained peacefully asleep, a slight smile on her face as her unconscious mind registered the pleasing sensation in her horn, and the naturally enjoyable flavor of salt on her tongue.
Spikes mind cleared of its lusty fog as he dismounted Twilights chest. Spike felt momentarily sorry for what he had done to his guardian. He lay down next to her, cuddling close and pressing lightly on her bloated purple tummy that he had just filled with his cum. Twilight, to her credit chose this moment to roll over and snuggle Spike back. Spike found comfort in this, Twilight was warm. So warm. So hot.
Spike became erect again in a show of remarkable dragon regenerative ability.
Spike stood up and checked the clock; he still had an hour and five minutes before he had to clean up. Plenty of time.
Author's Note
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