Pink

~Pink~

~Part Five~

Twilight closed the book. It was just as she feared. Spike was no ordinary dragon. At first, when reading up on him years ago, she hopefully assumed him being wingless to be because of his species. That, however, was indeterminable from Earth Dragons and Water Dragons. The two were all too similar, but the only difference was of the earth species having wings, while naturally, the other had none. She gave up on her research a long time ago, confident Spike was just a Water Dragon, but one clue would’ve meant all the different. The fact that he had two phallus's instead of just one meant something abnormal. Not really dangerous at the time, but definitely unique.

She retreated to Celestia’s royal ready room where only princesses were allowed to step hoof. Celestia sat at her desk reading up on her favorite fictional book, but Twilight’s intrusion made her attention avert itself. “Oh, I didn’t notice you there. May I help you, Twilight?” The student said nothing. Her mane covered her eyes and seemed to hide her mood. “Twilight...?”

“... Spike’s an Erotica Dragon...”

The magical aura Celestia was using to hold the book failed upon receiving the news. Her jaw dropped with great and continuous rising surprise. “You’re kidding.... That’s impossible. They’ve been extinct for generations!”

“It’s all adding up, though. He’s wingless, not that prone to water, and... I hate to say it, but according to Pinkie, he has two dicks.”

Blinking with confusion, Celestia questioned, “How does Pinkie...?”

“Long story short, she recently gave him a blow job, ma’am.”

Ignoring the awkwardness of the whole situation, Twilight brought forth the book she’d been reading. The title read, Ancient Mythologies of Fabled Species. It included the Hydra, Rock Titans, even Demicorns which was overruled by the two princesses long ago, or at least, there was never any conclusive evidence of them ever getting intimate with a mortal pony back then. One sort of enchanting animal it mentioned defined Spike perfectly. The description called for the subject to be neither a Water or Earth Dragon. He had to wielding two dicks, and he needed to be completely oblivious to any form of sex until his first ejaculation. After that, it was said they fell into a deep and maddening lust-rage, never being able to satisfy their thirst for sexual satisfaction.

“Unless...” Twilight began after informing Celestia of these details.

“Yes, go on...”

Twilight looked down and said, “Unless somepony is able to train him. The ponies of olden times apparently called it Control Assisting... See, they’d take the Erotica Dragon and send them through several practices, all of which were stimulating, but painful. It was only then that the subject could control himself without being stuck in constant arousal.”

Celestia lowered her head. “And you believe Pinkie could do this... It is her fault.”

“She had no idea such a dragon like Spike existed in the world. I used to get curious, but I never got the chance to see his... well, penises. I just ignored it, figuring if I didn’t experiment with him, he’d never become what he’s developing into now. I should’ve known better, after all these years of him never showing an interest in mares, not bothering to sneak a peek at me while I slept... I’m shocked I didn’t see the signs earlier. All normal dragons develop a sense of sexuality at some point in their teens, but Spike never once took an interest in it, not even with Rarity. Sure, he was fond of her, fancied her and such, but as far as being aroused by her...”

“I understand, Twilight... Well, what do you want to do about it?”

Celestia’s question loomed in Twilight’s thoughts. It was clear what they had to do. They needed to tell Pinkie of her new boyfriend’s actual position and informed her of what she needed to do. It wouldn’t be easy for Twilight to tell Pinkie this, nor would it be that way for Pinkie to harm the dragon for his own good, but if they didn’t, who knows what could happen.

The book told tales of Erotica Dragons raping and kidnapping complete strangers, so if they didn’t act, Spike might’ve been headed down an unwanted path of destruction and corrupted villainy. Twilight and Celestia left the room, both headed for Rarity’s workstation. As they entered, the unicorn stopped what she was doing and bowed mainly out of respect for Princess Celestia. Rising to meet her face to face, she asked, “What brings you here, your highness?”

Celestia muttered, “We uh... need to tell you something.”

Twilight said, “It involves Spike.”

Rarity’s expression became a bit worried, but listened regardless. After they told her the news, Celestia included, “It’s said that the Erotica Dragon, once trained, can be one’s best friend somepony could ever hope for. We tell you this because... well, we need to tell Pinkie as well, considering she’s the only one who can take care of him at the time. The only other is...”

“Me, I know,” Rarity said glumly. “I should be the one doing this for him, but here I am again, stuck in Canterlot. I’ll be fired and replaced if I leave, though... Why do things have to be so difficult?!”

Twilight wrapped a hoof around Rarity and explained, “Spike’s not like others. He’s special. If there was anyway to do this differently, we’d tell you. It’s either leave, or stay. The choice is yours, but they both have consequences.”

“I know, but it’s such a pain to decide!”

Celestia cleared her throat and offered, “Rarity, think about it like this. Spike’s fallen for Pinkie, right? How do you know the little being will still love you upon your return? It’s my personal opinion for you to simply stay here and allow Pinkie to take care of him. If you leave, and Spike really did end up abandoning his possibly already dead feelings for you, you’ll have gained nothing, while if you stay, there will be no possibly way of you losing your job you like so much.”

She averted her eyes and angrily stared at the clothing's she’d just made. “Fine, I’ll stay! Just... hurry up with this. I’ve got some things I need to explain to Pinkie...”

Meanwhile, back at Sugar Cube Corner, Pinkie was waking Spike up early in the morning to give him his daily chores. While he relieved himself of his typical morning wood, she told him he could come down when he was ready. Only fifteen minutes or so passed before he showed up stretching and wiping his hands he just washed in the bathroom with a towel. Upon entering, though, his jacking attempt to keep his members down proved pointless. Mrs. Cake was bending down to smell some sweet delights in the kitchen oven, and poor Spike caught a perfect view of her plot along with everything else there was to see and enjoy. Instantly, he felt himself start to extend and grow down below again, shocking him on how that might’ve been possible. He hollered to Pinkie, who was doing dishes, “Pinks, I need you in your room!”

She whirled her head around to see his tail disappear in the dim hallway, so she followed, curious about what he needed. In her room, she saw him trying to literally push the hardening rods back into their folds, but it just wasn’t working. “Stop, you’ll hurt yourself!”

“I’m sure not doing myself any favors by letting them stay up!”

Pinkie scratched the back of her head. Never had she seen somepony with such an unending stream of sexual vigor, but her questions would soon be answered. A tear in space, right where the window should be opened up to show Twilight, Rarity and Princess Celestia looking through. Pinkie jumped back at the startling surprise and asked, “What the heck? What do you guys want?”

The first words to leave Rarity’s mouth was, “He really does have two of them!” She simply gazed at Spike, but the embarrassed dragon shot straight out of the picture and hid himself in the closet, that is until Twilight beckoned him back.

“Spike, we know you have two dicks and we know you can’t get them down, but we honestly don’t care about that right now. Get over here, this is important.

He followed orders, but held a heart shaped pillow over his waist to hide his increasingly sizable cocks. “What’s going on?”

The three mares simultaneously sighed, and began. The explanation took a little more than an hour to thoroughly explain to the two. Once done, Spike looked down, his problem still remained which unfortunately proved Twilight’s theory to be accurately correct. “It’s like this,” Twilight resumed. “The only way we can resolve this is one of two actions. The first is obvious. Pinkie, you’ll need to train Spike on how to control himself. It’ll be tough, and Spike, you need to do the best you can to improve. The second is to lock Spike up, and there’s no way we’re doing that!”

Rarity interjected, “But I swear on my life, Pinkie! If you go overboard and make my Spikey Wikey miserable, so help me...”

Pinkie huffed. “I’m not gonna do that to him, I promise! Also, you have to understand, if I had known about this...”

Celestia told Pinkie, “We know, but there was no way of finding this out until after it was already done. It’s just too bad he came. Otherwise, things might’ve been different, but there’s no use in dawdling on what could’ve been. For now, we need to worry about what’s happening and how we can see to it that Spike is kept safe from harm. It’s just ironic how he needs pain to prevent causing it, so to speak.”

Pinkie held onto Spike lovingly while stating, “Don’t worry your highness's, and Rarity! I’ll take good care of him... but, Rarity, are you sure you don’t want to come here and help?”

Twilight answered for her, “It would mean her being fired, Pinkie. She’s already made up her mind. If she leaves, by the way, we’re not sure Spike would still be able to even like her.”

Rarity hadn’t averted he stare from Spike throughout the whole conversation. He just gazed back, looking worried and unsure. She finally asked, “Spike...? Do you still have love for me?” He didn’t answer. The dragon just glanced down. “Please,” Rarity begged. “Please tell me you have at least a teensy bit of affection still locatable in your heart for me?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. The pillow dropped, and he walked into the bathroom while closing the door. Rarity made a slight weeping sound and felt a salty, bitter tear escape. She too, left. Celestia then walked out to comfort the depressed mare while Twilight ordered Pinkie, “Take care of him.”

As the portal closed, Pinkie turned to reach the door Spike had locked. Slowly but gently knocking, she asked, “Spike? You okay?”

A depressed sounding voice muttered, “No...”

“Awe, come on Spike... She still has feelings for you... Let me in, I need to see you.”

The door unlocked to show his cheeks drenched in water flowing from his eyes. “I can’t feel it! The love, the affection; everything’s gone!”

Pinkie tugged him in for a tender and much needed hug. “There, there... I know it’s tough, Spike, but chin up. I know this is a difficult time, but you and me, we’re gonna have fun. I promise.”

His tears serenely began to stop while a reluctant smile swept slowly across his damp face. “Yeah... I guess you’re right. I just... I hated seeing her like that! She really looked like... well, nothing the way she did before leaving for Canterlot! I thought she’d be uncaring.”

Pinkie admitted, “I talked with her earlier... I told her things the normal me wouldn’t say under ordinary circumstances. I guess you could say, I made her care all over again.”

Spike sniffled and asked, “Will she ever come back? Do you think...?”

Pinkie honestly claimed, “I don’t know, Spike.”

Despite his sadness, Pinkie had an important job to do, as did Rarity. The two got to work on what needed to be done right away. Pinkie was told during the conversation that Twilight would send the book over so she could study appropriate procedures she could try with Spike, and Rarity needed to finish up Twilight’s dress. Regardless of their emotions, hard and tedious work needed to be carried out. As for Twilight, she didn’t know what to think of her friend’s predicament. All she could do was sit and act as the audience, providing her input and findings only when necessary.