Pink

~Pink~

~Part Six~

Spike laid down on the bed with tears still escaping from his eyes while Pinkie got a rag and started wiping away the water that cascaded seemingly non stop. Once he was able to end his sobbing, Spike felt the mare lean over and get on top of him. “Spike,” she began. “I know you’re heartbroken, but believe me, those emotions are still there... I know they’re there, I can feel it. Just because it’s like there’s a void now doesn’t mean that’s what’s truly going on inside, you see?”

Spike averted his eyes and gave a tiny sniffle. “Why doesn’t that make sense to me? I feel cold... Like, when she asked me that question, I couldn’t tell if I was empty, or worse... I wanted to be heartless and tell her that I think... I’m in love with you now...”

Pinkie looked to the left, unsure how to respond to that. Returning to him and kissing his head, she offered, “Why don’t we finally fix your actual problem?”

“What do you mean?”

With a small sigh, the mare looked at him and did her best to explain the final bits of information that was crucial to understand before they continued. “You see, Spike... You’re what most ponies would call a virgin. It means you’ve never had sexual intercourse... If I take that from you, in other words, pop your cherry, that’ll be your first time... It’s supposed to be special... I don’t wanna do that to you, though, if you still wish to save yourself for Rarity. I think, with time, she might come back.”

Spike nodded and closed his eyes. His answer wasn’t surprising to Pinkie. After everything she had put him though, it would be more shocking to her if Spike wished to wait for Rarity. Without much hesitation, he glanced back at her and said, “I’m ready... There’s no other girl I’d rather do this with than you right now.”

Pinkie felt a pressure against her thigh and looked down to see Spike’s twin set still throbbing. “I guess... there’s nothing left to say, huh?” Her muzzle lowered to meet the slick and lubed cocks only to stop and hear Spike’s tummy rumble. “Are you alright?” She questioned.

Spike held his belly while squinting his eyes, and just before Pinkie was able to begin, a letter stopped the process. As Spike burped up the note, Pinkie dodged the sparkling green flames and felt the piece of rolled up paper land on her mane. While Pinkie Opened it, Spike asked, “What is it? What’s it say?”

Pinkie bit her bottom lip and gave the letter to her friend. It read:

Dear Pinkie,

Don’t seduce Spike. The book I’m sending you is too big for Spike to choke up, so I’m sending it through the Equestrian mail. Inside its pages is various techniques you can use to train Spike. Mastering him is the ideal way of ensuring he doesn’t lose control, but until then, please don’t do ANYTHING to try and arouse him. This might be a bad idea, to have him ejaculate. I’m not sure, so just hold off until you get that book and know what to do. No, I haven’t read it. I’ve only just found it in the old Canterlot archives, and I’m sending it over right away. Otherwise, I’d be reading it this instant, but it’s the only remaining copy. It should only be a week. In the meantime, you and Spike should try and keep things together. Hopefully, this won’t be too bad for Spike.

~Princess Sparkle

“A week?!” Spike stressed. “I can’t hold out for that long!”

Pinkie calmed the dragon down with a soft hug and assured him, “It’ll be alright. I’ll talk it over with the Cakes and see if they wouldn’t mind seeing you with... uh... No, that’s not a very good plan...”

“I don’t think I can deal with this, Pinkie...” Spike placed his hand over his head and explained, “These things, see; they’ve been full all night, and it’s begun hurting lately. How am I supposed to wait?”

Pinkie scratched the back of her neck in wonderment. Without answers, and the only solution given was through waiting, she felt as if doing what Twilight instructed would actually turn out to be bad for Spike. Despite her true thoughts, Pinkie calmly claimed, “I honestly don’t know, Spike... Twilight said you shouldn’t do anything, so it’s best to follow her advice for now. I guess, for the time being, we should take our affairs away from the Cakes and just hang out in Twilight’s house- that is, your house.”

Spike laid his head on the pillows and mumbled, “I guess you’re right...” After all, with Mr. and Mrs. Cake looming around, Pinkie and Spike would never find the time or privacy to enjoy themselves even if they really wanted to, at least not in Sugar Cube Corner. Making up their minds, the two packed up Pinkie’s essentials along with Spike’s personal belongings he brought over on his first day and got ready to return to the tree house. The afternoon passed by slowly, and for the time being, Spike’s members remained hard and lust driven. If it wasn’t for Pinkie keeping him under close and constant surveillance, he would’ve lost control and tried to relieve himself. A few times, it came pretty close to that, but the mare made sure the dragon didn’t barely touch himself all day.

Nightfall came, and everypony was asleep, including the Cakes. Spike and Pinkie found it much safer during the late hours to transport everything. Without others surrounding them, Spike didn’t feel so self conscious about his obvious problems even though they stuck out despite the rough darkness they traveled in. Once everything was dropped off, Spike got in bed while his pricks still continued to gaze up at him. Once he and his two friends got situated, they started staring at the ceiling, and Pinkie continuously caught herself glancing at the stressed dragon; not directly at him, but more towards his groin. “Spike?” she asked. “I think I’ll sleep on the couch, considering your predicament...”

He lifted his head from the pillow and denied her that suggestion. “Absolutely not. If anything, it should be me who takes the couch.” Upon him getting out of bed, he offered it to her with a gesture of his claw. “I knew throwing out my old bed was a mistake, but there's no taking that back now... Look, you can have this one... Please...” At first, she put up a fight and tried to convince him she’d rather have the couch, but no matter the many ways she debated with him, Spike wasn’t going to let her rest on such a lumpy and used thing. With the kindest set of eyes Pinkie ever saw him give, Spike pleaded her one last time to take the bed for the night.

Pinkie felt herself quiver at his generosity and even held back a strong tear. Placing her hooves around his neck and forcing a kiss on his lips, the mare pushed him onto the bed and felt his tongue enter, only to withdraw moments later. Spike refused to be seduced, even in his sexually uncomfortable state. Without a word, he exited the room and headed for the lobby. As for Pinkie, she sat on the bed, unsure what came over her. Spike, even in his extreme need for relief wasted a perfect chance at his first time with a completely willing beauty like Pinkie. She knew he was strong, but that showed hidden strength she’d never detected before. “Perhaps,” Pinkie mumbled. “It’s best to wait...”

Meanwhile, in Canterlot, Rarity trotted back and forth in the library. Her contemplation on what the right thing to do was took up all of her crucial time like never before. All day, she’d tried to convince herself that the job was more important than Spike, but no matter what she did, his image still lingered on within her troubled mind. Suddenly, the door creaked open, ruining the blissful silence she was almost enjoying. Princess Luna entered with a powerful yawn, saw Rarity still awake and asked, “What in Equestria are you doing up at such a late hour?”

She nudged her head to the left and said, “Couldn’t sleep... I can’t stop thinking.”

Luna trotted forward and asked, “Thinking on what, my little pony? Why do you still seek answers to questions already resolved? You care about your job, right? Why let Spike muck everything up?”

Not recognizing her sarcasm, Rarity stood appalled and claimed, “Because I’m beginning to fall in love with him!” As she saw the smile Luna offered, she looked down and wondered, “Have I been falling?”

The princess placed her hoof on Rarity’s shoulder and tried to explain what she knew. “You see, thou hast... Uh, I mean, you’ve been falling for years now, I’ve seen it in your eyes when I'd visit Ponyville. Though you’ve hidden your love away, you thought it had been burned clean from your soul, but in truth, it hasn’t. You’re still a filly, lost in a labyrinth of emotions, and only now are you finding your way to the destination. However, now that you’ve gotten there, you find the ending of your subconscious journey to be something you hardly expected. It's sad, really. I’ve just finished a book explaining that little speech. I suggest you read it sometime.”

The unicorn looked at the many bookshelves trying to forget Spike once more, but all her attempts failed. He still found his way into her heart, so she asked, “What am I to do, then? Deal with these memories? I can’t... I’m going mad; I just can’t get them out of my mind.”

Luna sighed and said, “If you wish, I can place a spell upon you that will vanquish your dreaded remembrances, and leave nothing but focus in its wake. However, be warned, this spell only lasts an unpredictable amount of time, and once it wears off, I can’t be sure if your feelings for Spike will be left in the dust, or overpower you as the floodgates of you own mind are reopened.”

Everything pointed towards Rarity’s easy escape, to find the will to keep her job, get Spike’s smiling and charming face out of her mental sights; at that time in her life, it seemed Rarity’s only solution was to allow Luna permission to carry out her suggested deed and be done with the many distractions that haunted her head. So she agreed. Just outside the Canterlot grounds, a flare of azure light could be seen from the library window, lighting the night with its intense brightness. Upon it slowly fading away, the fog of clouds disappeared to show clear and hypnotic stars twinkling to thoroughly brightening Luna’s moon.

Once the princess finished her enchanting work, Rarity opened her eyes to find she could remember nothing of Spike, nor the conversation she’d justly encountered with Luna. If anypony asked her about Spike, Rarity would simply claim she’d rather not discuss it. This acted as a side effect of the spell. Twilight, and any other who brought the dragon up would understand and calmly continue with whatever they were doing before, but just as Rarity was warned, eventually, her mind would cancel out Luna’s spell. What happened after that depended solely on which way Rarity’s heart directed her.

Bidding the royal alicorn goodnight, Rarity left without much more to say, but Luna frowned at what she did. She knew the spell wouldn’t last very long, at most, a month or so. She looked at the book on the desk and observed the title once more. “After You’ve Gone.” It was a love story about a mare whose emotions couldn’t be sedated no matter how hard she tried to vanquish them. While her love was away having many adventures, she stayed home, longing for him like never before. Rarity could relate to this perfectly. Like the mare in the book, Rarity sought freedom from her feelings, but no matter what she did, her heart would probably never let her rest till she was back with her lover. Luna looked out the window at her crescent orb in the dreary sky and said, “Only time will tell.”