Inside the oaken Ponyville library sat Twilight Sparkle, resting in front of the fireplace after a long day visiting her closest friends. She could pay no attention to the book she was reading, gaze wandering with her errant mind as a thought scratched at the back of her brain. Shouldn't Spike have been home by now...?

As if in orchestrated response, a figure moved into the scope of the front door's window and caught her attention. As her eyes fell over the lanky dragon standing before the doorway, Twilight felt her heart flutter in nervous glee. Though it had been just a single day since she had seen him, it was time enough to remember the night before a hundred times over. As Spike stood awkwardly fidgeting in front of the door, hesitating to enter, she couldn't help but wonder if he had done some thinking of his own.

The memories enchanted her mind like a sweet flowery breeze on a summer's day: Spike's green eyes staring down into hers; the warm pressure of his body; hooves wrapped around him in content. She shivered in excitement, the sensations of the moment lingering even still.

Why, then, had she pushed him away? Fear had plagued her mind; what if nothing was ever the same? She couldn't bear to lose her closest friend. But she had enjoyed it, almost dangerously so. Every moment they were close was like a crack of lightning, frightening and yet beautiful.

And now, the moments finally faced with resolution. If he and Rarity had finally found happiness together, there was no hope for her. What if he thought of her differently now? What if he never wanted to be so close again?

Though she sat in front of a fire, she trembled, the doubts assaulting her in an inopportune wave of grief and panic. Calm down, Twilight. Get yourself together. This is.... this is your friend, not a test. A part of her wished it was the latter.

Click.

The door swung open, taking Twilight's breath of anticipation with it. Her head shot up, eyes fixed on the threshold, body still shaking tremendously.

Spike stepped through, his eyes locking immediately on hers. Immediately, his stride stopped, shocked into submission by Twilight's gaze. He looked at her through wide, unsure eyes, as if in disbelief of what he saw. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came.

Twilight only stared back, blinking once, taking in the sight of her friend proper. Still, she shook, but a bubble-like swell began to rise from her chest. Finally, Spike stood before her. Finally, she beamed a wide smile.

"Spike!"

"Twilight!"

Just as the word left her mouth, she skipped up from her seat and ran to meet him. With a leap up onto her hind legs, she hugged the running dragon. Her hooves wrapped around him as tight as she could muster, and she closed her eyes as she pressed her cheek against his, still smiling in glee.

Spike immediately regretted getting caught up in the embrace. His only defense, the bag, had been flung astray, and Twilight pressed painfully against him. Try as he might, he could not cut the hug short. Surrendering, he tossed his arms around her, praying to whichever divinity watched over him that she would not notice.

Twilight noticed the hot bulge against her belly only moments after she had tightly pulled him in. She blinked, flushing red immediately, but Spike's arms around her removed any chance of avoiding the confrontation.

"I... I'm so glad you're home!" she exclaimed after a moment, hoping desperately to call attention to anything else at all.

Spike coughed awkwardly, removing his arms from around her, nodding. "I... uh... I'm just glad to see you!"

You don't say... her mind replied, her face turning even redder than before and forcing a giggle from her. She pulled back and hopped down, catching a glance of his arousal before turning away in embarrassment.

Hearing the giggle, Spike groaned, realizing what he had said, trying to reprimand the situation by saying "S...Sorr-"

"Would you like some dinner?!" Twilight blurted out suddenly, skipping over to the kitchen and beginning to shuffle through the drawers in a frantic haste.

"D..." Spike started to say, pausing and allowing his brain to tick. "Dinner? Twilight it's uh... it's nearly midnight."

"Oh. W-Well, I know that, of course! I was just thinking... we... we've got some catching up to do, right?" she mumbled from across the room, burying her face behind the counter to hide her flushed face. "You... you catch up over dinner, right?"

"I... guess?" he said, staring incredulously at Twilight from across the room.

"Great! I'll... uh... I'll get some salad! Just sit right down, then!" she chirped, too sweet to be Twilight, and too quickly to be comfortable. Spike groaned internally, glad at least that she wasn't asking him to explain himself to her. He stumbled slowly over to the fireplace, moving his bag back over his loins, and sat down.

Twilight took a deep breath, halting her rummaging to allow her brain to recoil. He... he was... why was he? Well, at least the nervousness had been shocked out of her. Inside her burned a curious flame, proud in a shameful way, but confused above all. Maybe... maybe he was nervous to see her too?

Maybe... maybe he had remembered their night together? Had he... liked it? Like she did? She pulled out a bag of salad, prepared from a night prior, and began pouring it into bowls to clear her mind. She poured the salad from the bags, into the bowls, and back into the bag as many times as it took to be able to think clearly again.

No matter what the cause, it didn't change how she felt. She had always been taught it was psychologically damaging to keep feelings to oneself, especially ones so tumultuous. Considering the situation reasonably, there was hardly a chance Spike would abandon her friendship simply for admitting that she enjoyed not being alone.

Yes... she didn't have to tell him everything. Perhaps even just hint to it. But the curious flame nagged at her to know more; how would he react? How had he felt?

And if he really had found something with Rarity, as unlikely as it was, in the one day they had been apart...

No matter how much the realization shook her, she knew; It was now or never.

She gulped, picking up the two bowls of salad in her magic, not entirely content with the ultimatum.

She walked over to Spike, who was staring into the fireplace, and placed the bowl at his feet. "Here you go," she said, forging as normal a tone of voice as she could.

Spike mumbled his thanks, but did not look back to address his friend. Instead, he ate quietly, looking into the fireplace and ignoring Twilight's presence completely.

Twilight frowned. There would be no talking about feelings if there was no talking whatsoever. She wondered briefly why Spike was separating himself so, but chocked it up to simple lingering embarrassment. Still, something had to start the conversation...

"S...So how was the trip to Canterlot?" she probed, her voice wavering and unsure.

Still, he stared into the fire. "Nice."

"Just... nice?"

She thought she heard a gulp from Spike, but put it out of her mind. "It was... uh... fun," he continued, then let out a small chuckle. "Bit disappointing near the end, I guess."

"Really, though, not that much to say," he hesitated for a moment, putting down the bowl of salad. He had hardly touched it. "Look, I... I don't know how to say this... but..."

He paused again, letting out a sigh this time and looking as far away from Twilight as he could.

"I'm sorry. I guess it's all I can really say. I'm sorry for everything; for that night, for forcing you to do that, for... for..." he cringed, clenching his fists as if something had struck him through his heart.

"For the way you got hurt. I don't know why it took me seeing you like that to realize what an awful friend I had been, but... It hurt, Twilight. Looking over you lying in that bed, hardly breathing... I thought I was going to lose you."

He jerked around, looking at Twilight whose mouth was stretched open in disbelief. There were the beginnings of tears in his eyes, and he trembled as violently as Twilight had only moments before.

"I can't lose you Twilight. I can't. I... I had to think about how short our time together is really going to be. I couldn't lose you before that. It's going to be hard enough after. It's going to be... I..."

Shamefully, he looked back into the fire. It's orange glow lit the tears running down his cheeks in shimmers.

"Oh, Spike..." Twilight murmured, moving over and wrapping her hooves around the dragon from behind. He shook beneath her grasp, putting his head between his claws and crying. "Spike... don't think about it like that. I'm not going anywhere."

Her words seemed to go right through him, though she continued to hold him as the weight of the world forced more of his tears outward. After but a moment more, he turned around in his seat and held her back, pressing his damp face into her neck and mumbling softly.

"Ssh... It's okay, Spike," she whispered, trailing her hoof up and down his back.

"Please... please forgive me," he whispered, pulling his face back and looking into her eyes. "Please."

"Spike... I cant! You didn't do anything wrong! It was my fault I got hurt, not yours. If my wits had been about me, I would have just teleported back to town for help. I wasn't thinking."

She bit her lip, and turned her eyes to the ground.

"If I was, I wouldn't have kicked you away like that. I'm sorry. Everything, that whole night, was..." her voice trailed off, but with an unsure, shaky breath, she continued.

"It was wonderful. You were wonderful. Everything was fantastic, and I messed it up." She raised herself to look into his eyes again. "You don't understand what you did for me... I was so lonely before that week. Just being able to be close to someone was... remarkable. I just freaked out. My brain over-thought it all. I was worried you'd never be able to look at me as a friend again."

"I can't lose you, Spike. I... I didn't want to risk anything that could hurt our friendship." She gulped, and took in a deep breath, the weight of the words finally off her chest. "But I was foolish. I wasn't thinking. I should have known nothing so trivial would hurt our friendship. We're stronger than that."

Spike blinked, only staring back as his brain processed the words.

"You... liked it?" he finally said, his words a slight whisper.

"More than any test, any spell, or any book," she whispered, fighting a blush and looking away. "It was breathtaking."

Spike fought to stifle a crazed laugh inside of him; it had been only a day since he had so adamantly convinced himself that she had hated every second of it. As the unicorn sat bashfully before him, he could think of only one thing to do.

The dragon leaned forward and pulled the surprised pony into a hug, unable to express his appreciation in words.

Almost as quickly as the decision came the regret for the decision followed. Twilight pressed tightly against him, sandwiching his still painfully stiff arousal between them. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, and he flinched in immediate abject regret.

Twilight felt it too; Spike's shudder shot through his body and into hers, bringing the realization of the act to the forefront of her mind. The friendly moment was cut short again by Spike’s cursed arousal.

"S...Sorry..." Spike groaned out, letting her go from the hug.

Twilight's face went red, but her brow raised nonetheless. "It's uh... it's okay. Shouldn't it have... like..." she mumbled, pulling back from Spike and tossing an errant glance down to the topic of conversation.

"Should have..." he gulped, thinking back to the moments on the train that had cursed him so. He grabbed his trusty bag, pulling it to guard him again.

"W...Well, wait. What are you going to... you know... do about it?" she questioned, her face flushing red as she looked away.

Spike groaned, desperately trying to avoid the awkward topic. "There's really only one thing to do."

Twilight blinked, flushing red at such a direct answer. Well... if the only thing to do is... Her mind pondered it's own implications, and she looked away from him to continue her thoughts.

"Well, I guess there's no use putting it off..." Spike said, with a sigh. "I'm going to go take a shower. I'll try to keep it quick, but..." he let out a small chuckle. "No promises."

W-Wait! Twilight's mind instructed her to say, but her bashful state got the better of her. She watched as the dragon slowly meandered up the stairs, and entered the bathroom, tossing a glance back at his friend before he entered.

Again, Twilight's mind was at war with itself. Though it was her best friend who had gone up to... take care of himself, Twilight's body burned desperately to follow him. Everything was finally out in the open; she had little left to hide from him. She should be absolved of the guilt, the stress, and the... desire. She gulped as she mulled over the word.

But it was desire. It burned inside her. Every thought that strayed to what Spike must be doing drew a shudder from her.

Finally, and most dangerously, her mind came to a conclusion; one born out of simple logic, and nothing more. Wouldn't it be faster if she helped him? They... they could get back to talking, like friends, if he could only get this over with. Besides, it's not like she hadn't been so close to it before; being together on the hill was practically worse than helping him with his problems as a friend would!

She almost wanted to laugh at the mental gymnastics her mind was throwing her through. The notion was practically insane, and yet here she was trying to justify it to herself.

When it came down to it, there really was no helping it. She had to at least try. On shaky legs, she stood up, and climbed up the stairs, each clop of her hoof on the hardwood hammering in the suggestion her mind was feeding her.

Uncharacteristically, she didn't pause in front of the door, or wait, or anything. She was driven solely by the visceral act of not thinking, and the feeling was beautifully empowering.

The soft running water of the shower enchanted her forward. She knocked three times, before opening it to allow her words to carry better.

"Twilight?" Spike questioned, his voice echoing off the walls of the porcelain room.

She could almost not believe the words she was about to say, and yet her mouth opened to speak them anyways. "Y... you know...." she hesitated, unsure of the words that would guide her forward. "I mean... why do you have to do it alone?" The words came slow and awkward, Twilight's face turning redder and redder as she spoke them.

"...What do you mean?" Spike replied, just as slowly as Twilight had.

Twilight scoffed, embarrassed at having to repeat herself. "Well, I mean... wouldn't it be faster if I... couldn't you just get it out of the way if... I... I could help you?" she continued, her words softening, hardly audible among the flow of the shower.

"I... I mean it's not like I haven't been... you know... on the hill... I wouldn't mind," she continued, spouting any justification her mind could think of. "If it's not, you know, weird. For you."

Spike blinked, mouth slightly agape in disbelief of Twilight's words.

"I... are you sure?" he said, hesitating slightly between words.

"Well, I mean... sure. It... it might be good practice, right?" she squeaked, finally peeking her head through the crack to glance at him.

Eyes wide, Spike looked upon Twilight incredulously. It seemed he was as thrown off by the gesture as she was. His face contorted from confusion into thought, and the two spent a spectacularly awkward amount of time silent.

Eventually, though, he opened his mouth to speak. "Yes,”

"Yes?" Twilight replied, a tinge of hopefulness cracking through her voice.

"Yes... I mean... if you want. Which isn't to say I don’t... but..." he sighed, cutting off his bumbling. "Yes."

Twilight smiled as sweetly as she could, pushing the door open completely and closing it behind her. She took a deep, shaky breath, and walked slowly across the room, her hooves clinking on the tiles as she made her way over. Spike's eyes never left the unicorn, even as she opened the shower door and stepped inside.

As soon as she came in contact with the water, Twilight cringed and yelped out in surprise. "Aah! Spike! W...Why is the water cold?!" she exclaimed, pouting up at the dragon as the cold water poured her mane into her eyes.

Spike's eyes narrowed, confused by the question. "Well... how else did you expect me to get rid of this?" Spike replied, reaching out and turning the shower knob.

Twilight blinked. "I... I thought... weren't you... with..."

"With my claws?" he said, holding them up with a smirk and wiggling them as if to accentuate their sharp contours. "Are you kidding?"

Twilight blinked again. She had never really thought of it that way.

Thankfully, the water turned warm, pouring over her shoulders and head as a wave of blissful relief. She let out a relaxed "Ah..." and used her magic to push her mane out of her eyes, instead letting it fall across her face and neck in strands. Finally, she looked up at Spike, smiling a small, awkward smile.

Spike looked down, still in disbelief, over the soaking mare smiling up at him. His thoughts were simply absent. Instead, he let his eyes do the thinking. Twilight looked fantastic with her mane down, and her coat fell short and furry under the dripping water.

"You're staring..." Twilight mumbled, her cheeks going red as she looked to the side.

"Who wouldn't?"

Twilight gave Spike an embarrassed giggle, though her face blushed even hotter. Finally, her eyes trailed down his body, and rested firmly on the dragon's stiff arousal that even still stood at attention.

She had, understandably, never really looked at it so close before. It was wider at the base than it was at the tip, and was covered in hardly noticeable bumps along it's length. Every so often it would throb, it's red-pink flesh raising slightly as if it knew it were being watched. It wasn't exactly big, though it seemed to be a little wider than a stallion's at the base while the tip came to a thinner, rounded point.

She shuffled closer, moving her muzzle right in front of it. With every breath that fell over it, it's curved length seemed to throb upwards in excitement.

With a final glance up to Spike, who was gazing down at her in awe, she pressed her muzzle against the tip. She cautiously opened her mouth and let it rest against her tongue before closing her lips back over the flesh. While it didn't taste like anything particular at all, the length pleased her tongue with it's hotness.

She began to experiment slowly, pushing her muzzle forward and letting the tip press into her tongue as it slid further into her mouth. A pained groan echoed out from Spike, tortured by the slowness of the act. Slow was just about all she could do, however, though she closed her eyes and tried to focus more intently on the act.

With a devious flick, she let her tongue slip around the tip, teasing it as it pushed into her mouth, drawing a breathier, approving moan from Spike. Again, she flicked her tongue around it, and again Spike clenched in approval. Satisfied, she continued the teasing with each bob against him, her heartbeat picking up in excitement at her own success. She shuffled her haunches forward, and rested her hooves on his hips so she could lean her weight against him.

With proper leverage under her hooves, she found herself able to push forward more, taking just over half of his dick into her muzzle. Spike threw his head back and groaned, his sensitive member pulsing excitedly at the continued attention. He brought a shaky claw up, resting it on her head in unthinking approval.

Twilight's breath came hot and short, her own loins beginning to burn with desire. Her nether-lips were hot, and felt as if they were dripping from the water that poured down her. They begged for a hoof to attend to them, but Twilight could not spare the leverage, and the neglect was quickly sending her body into a fitful frenzy.

As if possessed, she pushed as far forward as she could, opening her jaw and letting Spike's cock push into the back of her mouth. His hips rocked slightly, and she felt it push dangerously into her throat. Spike's groan echoed around the small bathroom.

For Spike, the feeling of Twilight's hot tongue against his dick was intoxicating. He could not bring himself to close his eyes; the sight of his closest friend pumping back and forth against him exhilarated the fire inside him like nothing he had experienced before. Every experimental flick of the tongue drove him mad, adding more fuel to his own burning desire.

So badly, he wanted to take control. Grab her mane, and pull her forward. Give her all she could swallow, and finally be rid of his curse of arousal.

Sheer care for the being before him held back his frenzy. For just a moment, a twinge of worry plagued his pleasure-ridden thoughts; could he possibly... hurt her?

In almost an instant the notion was gone; Twilight had made her most ambitious dive yet. He clenched his claws, taking strands of her mane between them, and finally squeezed his eyes shut.

Twilight was beginning to establish a rhythm, and had learned quickly that swirling her tongue around his length brought forth the deepest moans in reply. Like a demon fighting to escape from a cage, her heart beat deviously against her chest. Her body experienced pleasure-- real pleasure, somehow. She moaned her approval through his throbbing length, and ground her hips against the floor in a futile effort to relieve the burning that was housed there.

Finally, she felt ready for the full push. She raised her head, opened her throat, and slammed forward onto Spike's member, letting out a desperate moan with her push.

Spike lost it. He let out a moan that echoed off the small enclosed walls, and rocked his hips forward, pushing himself as far down Twilight's throat as he could manage. Amongst the storm of pleasure that set his body aflame, he heard Twilight stifle a choke, and pulled out as quickly as he had thrust in.

Twilight, however, seemed entirely undeterred, pushing her muzzle down it's full length with only a moment's hesitation. She pressed Spike back against the wall of the shower with her hooves, leaned on him, and began to suck as fast as she could.

Spike's entire body clenched in pleasure. He half-opened one eye. The sight of Twilight, sopping and dripping wet from the shower, hooves pressed against him and mouth pounding quickly down his length pushed him over the top.

The abandoned pleasures of the night built up all at once. A shuddering wave of ecstasy rocked through his body. His dam of self control cracked, and the unstoppable flood of orgasm poured through him, devouring every other bodily sensation.

"Twilight," he pushed out in one breath, buckling forward and pushing out hot air over the unicorn's ears. "I'm... I'm gonna..."

Twilight let out a deep, needy moan in response, never letting her assault relent for even a single moment. She knew what was coming, and she needed it more than anything in her life. To taste it; to swallow it; to be drenched in it. She felt his entire body shake beneath her hooves as his member pulsed in anticipation.

The first wave came just as Twilight was pulling back, shooting seed all along the length of her tongue and splashing into the top of her mouth. Twilight moaned deeply, sharing in his ecstasy, and pushing her mouth completely down the length of his erupting cock.

Cum spurted down her throat, pouring down the farthest reaches of her mouth, but Twilight did not pull back. She held her muzzle on the base of his dick, milking it with twists from her tongue, and reveling in the feeling of Spike's love coating her throat.

More and more poured into her mouth, beginning to fill it completely, coating her tongue in layer after layer of heady semen. Though she needed to swallow desperately, her body was unable to, Spike's pulsing dick providing too big an obtrusion to clear her mouth.

Desperately, she pulled off of his dick, sticking out her tongue and pulling in a deep breath through her nose. Spike groaned, and let his cock rest on her outstretched tongue, shooting a load of semen onto her muzzle and over her lips. Another wave shot over face, and she closed her eyes, letting his cum fall into her mane. Still, she felt some spurt into her mouth, adding layer after layer to her already coated tongue

With a final, deep groan, Spike emptied himself over her face for a final time, before slinking back against the wall. Though he leaned all his weight onto it for support, he still fell to his knees, legs wobbling too much to stay upright. He began to pant, as if pushed beyond physical limits, letting out slow, shuddering breaths.

He felt Twilight breaths pouring hot and slow over his face, mirroring his own. He opened his eyes just a sliver, and let his vision lay on her face that was only inches in front of her own.

As soon as Twilight found Spike's eyes on her, she pulled her coated tongue in and pushed his seed down her throat with a long gulp. Her eyes stayed clenched shut for a moment as it went down, but as a shudder rocked her body, they shot open again, burning with bestial vigor. Uncontrollably, she pushed herself forward, pressing her muzzle into his, and pulled him into a deep, sloppy kiss.

Spike let his eyes fall closed again, letting his tongue explore the still-partially coated mouth of the mare that had finally freed him from his curse. Normally the sheer thought of having his tongue push around his own seed would have made him gag, but the kiss made it only sexy, as if she was begging him to clean up the mess he had made.

Twilight still moaned deeply into him, pushing herself against him and sidling atop him. Her tongue danced frantically against his, hips rocking in desperate need. Spike opened his eyes, instantly entranced in the half-lidded messy gaze Twilight was giving him.

He had a feeling that he had awoken a beast that would not let this end here.

He moved his claws to her cutie marks and squeezed, hard, kneading her flanks between his angular fingers. Twilight moaned, throwing her hooves around him and burying her face into his neck, biting down on his scales uselessly as he worked her plot.

Spike slid the panting unicorn forward, pulling her hips against his and letting her grind against him. Though he had only just rid himself of a night's worth of arousal, Twilight pushing her wetness against his loins was too much to handle. He felt his member twitch, knowing full well that if the teasing continued he'd be ready again.

"Twilight?" he rasped, squeezing her ass even harder to accentuate his words.

"Mmmph..." she moaned into his neck.

"What do you want, Twilight?"

She groaned, letting out a sigh and pulling back to face him.

"What do you want?" he repeated, softer now, letting his fingers trail over her body.

"I..." she breathed, her eyes shifting back and forth... "I... Ugh... T-That's not fair."

He smirked, giving her a small kiss, and letting his fingers trail up her back. "What do you want?"

She bit her lip.

"Hmm?"

"I..." she said, more breath than words. "I..."

"Say it," he whispered, straight into her ear, grinning wildly at the desperate unicorn before him.

"I... I want you to... f... fuck me," she whispered, eyes trembling even as she held his gaze.

The dragon smirked. "What?" He let his tongue play with the word like the ego-swathed taunt that it was.

"I want you to fuck me!" she shouted, breaths frantic. "I need it. I want to feel you spread me open... and... and I want to feel you inside... I... I want to pour out for you," she rasped, body trembling as she said the words. "Please... please. D... Don't make me wait."

"Come on then," he whispered, leaning back against the wall and pulling Twilight with him. She writhed atop him, throwing her muzzle into his and moaning into the kiss. Squeezing her flank, he pulled her hips against his own, teasing her dripping nether-lips by pressing them against his now-upright shaft. His strong arms pulled her up and down his length while Twilight ground herself against it and breathed hotly over his nose.

"We can take this fast..." he whispered into her ear, squeezing her flanks hard and sandwiching her against him. "Or slow..." he hummed, freeing his claws from her flank and running them softly up the sides of her body. As if to drive home the meaning of his words, he pressed the tip of his arousal gently against Twilight's engorged marehood. "Either way, you're in control."

Twilight shuddered, the feeling of Spike's hot tip caressing her nether-lips rousing unstoppable bolts of desire within her mind. She threw her hooves around his shoulders and leaned her breast against his, bringing their dripping faces nose to nose.

Slowly, tortuously, she pushed herself downwards, letting out a long "Aaah," as Spike's member pushed apart her glistening marehood. Every bump on his arousal pushed against her silken walls, tantalizing them to quake from the delicately slow contact. Twilight's eyebrows quivered, her eyes closed to a squint, and her whole body clenched as she was entered for the first time.

The feeling was unimaginable; he was inside her. Spike was inside her. She tightened her hooves around him, and pushed further down, feeling him ache and tremble under her glacially slow assault. Like petals of a flower, Twilight's inner lips parted one by one as she bored down onto him, squeezing his pulsing member more tightly with each inch.

She pushed her muzzle softly against his, kissing him sweetly and reeling in effervescent bliss. Finally, she pushed on her back hooves, sliding her flanks upwards, her nether-lips sucking at Spike to keep him inside as she rose back to the tip. He groaned in agony, claws and teeth clenching desperately.

Again, Twilight slid herself down his length, stopping halfway and letting out another smooth "Aaah," as she was spread apart by his member. Slowly, she slid up and down, grinning and moaning as she planted sweet kisses over Spike's face and neck.

"Y...Y...You're torturing me..." Spike hissed, rolling his head back and resisting the impulse to take control.

"Mmmhh," she moaned, pushing down into him even slower than before. "Y...You made me b...beg," she groaned, grinning down over the dragon as she straddled him. The double edge of Twilight's teasing was quickly taking it's toll on her own body though.

After one final agonizing rise, Twilight let gravity take control of her hips, impaling herself downwards onto Spike's pulsing cock. Twilight screamed, one part pain and one part bliss, eyes clenching close as she rode down onto him. Twilight felt a gush of her own lovejuice pour out of her, splashing over Spike and trickling down her loins in streams.

Spike himself leaned back and let out a guttural groan, feeling his dick squeezed exasperatingly between Twilight's supple walls. He ached hysterically to arch his back and push his full length inside, but Twilight's scream was too dangerously sudden to risk going too far so soon.

Twilight rose again, still slowly, but dropped her marehood down over his hot length once more. A bolt of ecstasy shot through her, clenching her eyes shut and forcing another shout from within her bosom. This time, as she fell, she ground her hips back and forth, wiggling Spike's member around as she fell.

Spike groaned out desperately; her hips working his cock had pushed a wonderful button somewhere inside of him. Instinctively, he shifted his claws to her hips, clenching them and letting her sopping fur sprout between his fingers.

Again, Twilight pushed down and rocked her hips, beaming wildly as the same response came from the lust-ridden dragon. She leaned forward, pulling him into a deep kiss as she bobbed up and down, establishing a slow rhythm and matching it with her dancing tongue.

Twilight let out a cute "Oh," with each drop of her hips, and closed her eyes sweetly as she rode and kissed him. More-- her body continuously called for more, but try as she might, she could rock herself up and down no faster than the pace she had made.

"S-Spike," she called out, pulling back from the deep tirade of kisses. "I... I need you to go from here."

With a grin, Spike leaned forward to oblige, letting Twilight stay upright by holding herself against him with her hooves. The mare's slow grind had slowly pushed him into a frenzy and, though he had kept it subdued for Twilight's experience's sake, he was finally ready to let go.

In one swift motion, Spike thrust his hips forward, pushing deeply into Twilight's aching marehood. She let out a yelp of pleasure, but her half-lidded grin told him it was not too much.

Again, Spike thrust, pulling out and leaning forward as he pushed inside her, groaning as her entrancingly tight lips wrapped around his cock. He thrusted deeper inside, feeling her walls ache against him as he stretched her deepest parts. Twilight moaned maddeningly into his ears, squeezing her hooves around him as if to beg for more.

With another push, Spike lowered himself and sucked at her neck, squeezing every ounce of pleasure out of the moment. He wanted to drive her wild; so past her wits that she could only express herself in squeals and moans of approval.

As far as she was concerned, Twilight was already there. She pushed her body against Spike with as much fervor as she could muster. Bouncing up and down, she dropped her hips lower and lower, feeling Spike push her tight lips apart with every probing thrust.

Twilight's juices poured forth, coating his cock in a layer of love, and dripping down his loins onto the shower floor. As if to squeeze more from her, Spike kneaded her cutie marks and pulled her further against his cock.

The feeling of his member impaling Twilight was like nothing Spike had ever felt. Her insides were so moist, and seemed to undulate around him, squeezing every inch of his sensitive shaft. He ached with every inch he traveled, body pleading for more.

Twilight's moans soon turned to audible “Oh,"s of approval, and she clenched her eyes shut as if overcome by the pleasure. While the ecstasy of the act ached through her body, the fact that it was Spike who was deflowering her sent her mind into storms of blissful pleasure. So dangerous, and yet so exhilarating because of it.

She felt the pleasure building more, and more, to overpowering amounts, and found herself almost pushed over the cliff of orgasm. In a single, hurried act, she pulled off of Spike, shaking as he pulled out of her, and fell back against the tile floor.

The two panted, staring at each-other with lust still deep in their gaze. Twilight rose to her hooves slowly, accentuating every movement, never taking her eyes off the dragon before her. Tortuously she turned, placing her forehooves and cheek against the shower wall and arcing her back so that her ass was in the air. Water trickled down her rounded cheeks, and speckled her fur, making it look like she was drenched in sweat. The fur around her marehood was disheveled from grinding against Spike, and a pool of slick moisture pooled just within her nether-lips, dripping down her thighs and becoming quickly indistinguishable amongst the water from the shower.

As Twilight's shower-soaked tail flicked aside, Spike's brain went into a frenzy. He jerked forward, eyes solely on the lips of her dripping marehood, and squeezed her ass between his claws. Twilight moaned her approval, wiggling her flanks in desperate need.

Pushing inside of her again was like experiencing everything all over again; Twilight's marehood squelched as he thrust quickly inside, and Twilight let out a guttural shout as she felt him stretch her open. "M-More..." she moaned, feeling her cheek compress against the well.

Spike put one claw on either side of her, and bottomed out inside of her with a single, powerful thrust. He no longer was careful; he thrust as deeply and quickly as he could. He pounded Twilight against the wall, and she howled in ecstasy, each thrust accompanied by a resounding "Unf."

As he thrust into her, he exhaled his breath hot and heavy, inadvertently pushing green dragonfire from his lungs. The water from the shower vaporized immediately, fogging up the glass shower and coating them both in a hot, dripping layer of steam.

In the midst of thrusting inside of her, Spike grabbed the base of her tail and pulled hard, turning her gutteral spouts into a steady shout.

As dreadfully as Twilight seemed to be enjoying it, Spike swore that she tightened with each thrust. His cock was being squeezed in the most supple ride of his life, and he could quickly feel the pressure within his own loins building to a peak.

Combined with the tugs on her tail, Spike's thrusts were driving Twilight over the edge. Her mind raced, and her body trembled, preparing for the sweet release she so desperately needed. A single, particularly deep thrust sent Twilight over the point of no return. With each time Spike slammed into her, Twilight's accompanying moan grew more high pitched, and her body trembled more and more, until finally she screamed out in blissful release.

Her body shook, and her walls clenched around the dragon's still-thrusting member. Waves of her juices poured forth, gushing outwards, drenching Spike's cock and pouring down her thighs in hot spurts. She rocked her hips backwards, pushing herself as far onto Spike as she could, feeling him press against her deepest, sweetest button in the midst of orgasm.She cried out indulgently, raising one of her hind legs to open herself further.

The feeling of Twilight’s marehood clenching down around him sent shuddering waves of ecstasy pulsing through Spike’s body. As Twilight raised her hind leg, he reached down to grab it, pulling it upward and giving her tail one final, rough tug.

Spike leaned forward, biting down on her neck and emptied himself as deeply inside her as he could. A hot burst of cum immediately coated her insides, as wave after wave of her own juice gushed forth. Spike pulled back and rocked his hips all the way forward again, slamming his dick into her and pushing his own seed out of her lips.

Twilight screamed out in bliss as the displaced spunk was replaced by a flood of cum. Feeling Spike’s hot love pour into her deepest alcoves drew another racking tremble from her, and she clenched her walls down on Spike’s pulsing cock. Spike rooted himself deep inside Twilight, synchronizing his own gushes of seed with her moans.

Twilight gave out a final, deep shudder, and pulled off of Spike, slumping down against the shower floor. She panted heavily as three hot spurts of Spike’s cum shot over her trembling body, making a mess of her fur. A wave of seed pushed out of her still-quivering marehood, dripping slowly onto the tile below, coagulating in a pearly white pool.

Spike’s breaths came as slow and laboured as her own, and he put his claws out against the wall to stay upright. The two were still, shellshocked by their shared earth-shattering orgasms, only breathing and letting the shower pour over them as they recovered.

Minutes passed them by in complete silence before Twilight found the will to speak again.

"S...Spike..." Twilight mumbled, head still buried in her hooves.

"Yeah?"

"I need you to... carry me to my room, please," Twilight hummed with a sigh.

Spike let out a small chuckle, turned the knob of the shower, and kneeled shakily down before his incapable lover. He reached down to help as she pushed off her hooves, quaking as she clambered onto his back in such a way that she could drape her hooves around his neck.

He pushed through the bathroom doors with his shoulder, walking out into the hall, carrying a soaking Twilight on his back. Twilight began planting soft, loving kisses on his neck as he walked.

"That was... incredible..." she whispered into his ear as he opened the door to her room.

"You were incredible," he mumbled back, flushing red at her direct approval. Twilight let out a tired yet bubbly giggle over his shoulder.

Step by step, the lanky dragon wearily stumbled his way into the familiar room, grunting softly as he bent down and allowing Twilight to roll off his shoulders. He smiled as he watched her silhouette shuffle it’s way under the blankets delicately. He let his eyes linger over her sweetly for just a moment longer.

With a sigh, he stood upright, turned, and made his way back towards the door.

Just as he was about to reach out and turn the knob, he felt a force on his claw tugging it away. A purple glow surrounded it, and pulled it back into the darkness softly.

He pivoted around, smiling playfully and letting the soft tug guide him back to the horn-glow where it originated. Twilight’s eyes glittered through the dusk, watching him as he was directed back to her side.

He lifted the blankets with his free claw, and clambered in, shuffling up against Twilight’s damp coat, and let his arms lay around her. Her eyes glowed, cheeks perked over their bottoms, and she leaned forward and gave Spike a final, sweet kiss, before nuzzling up into the crook of his neck and sighing sweetly.

Spike stroked her mane softly as she drifted to sleep. Though her hooves against his chest let his smile linger onward into the night, a lump formed disturbingly in his throat. His eyes were locked on the window across the room, unable to close, and though he ached in fatigue, rest would not come.

His mind focused dreadfully on a story a princess had once told him.

He wondered who would be the first to jump.

Author's Note

Special thanks to Norrie McFly for being a wonderful proofreader and for motivating me to push through the days and days that I struggled with this chapter to make it as best as I could.