Chapters ~Pink~
~Part One~
Bound, gagged and dazed, Spike awoke to the chilling sounds of a familiar mare puffing on a cigarette. Her mane curled in wildly outrageous swirls, and her eyes just looked her pet up and down with lust. Thoughts of what he was about to go through entered Spike's mind, and he shivered in unearthly anticipation, unable to wait much longer. The mare casually trotted towards him while putting out the cigarette in an ashtray sitting on a table to the left of her. Kissing his forehead ever so gently and a single hoof running down his smooth chest. He moaned from the touch, so kind but slightly pressuring him to unsheathe his dragon might. However, he knew letting desire win would bring punishment his way. After all, Pinkie didn't like her new and still under-trained pet to simply give in so easily, so he fought it but still showed a smile. Just what she wanted.
She returned to the cauldron, her ankle rings jingling as she leaned over it. Dipping her hooves in momentarily, just the tips and bringing them out for her to take a test sniff, she grinned and said, “It's almost ready...” Spike wondered what the mixture was, but knew it would be good. “It's not really a drink, more of a toxic chemical made especially for dragons.” Spike licked the ball gag that was securely sinking into his mouth and rubbing against his fangs. “I'll need to thank Zecora later on for the book and ingredients. When we're done though, there's the price I'll need to pay, but don't worry my cute and cuddly pet... You'll be assisting me in that!”
Spike huffed through his nose, thankful for the revelation. If anything, he was what Pinkie used to buy everything, which was perfectly fine by him. Becoming her pet had to have been the single greatest thing Spike could've ever wished for. He looked at his pink master, eying her attractive flank, the skimpy top she wore, the adorable earring, and of course the red rose headpiece which was like the icing on the cake. He felt pain on his tied claws, but that was fine. He was used to the stimulation by then. Unfortunately, the story's escalating a bit too much, isn't it?
Three weeks prior to the scene above, Spike's first crush, Rarity left Ponyville to act as Twilight's new and promising fashion designer. Twilight, who had been assigned to remain in Canterlot for the next five years promised Spike he could handle the tree house without her consent or presence. Truth be told but only within the teenage dragon's mind, he wished nothing more than to remain with Twilight who he thought of as a close, though biologically unrelated sister. On the day she left, his heart was hurt greater than ever before. Only a week passed before his heart was shattered even worse than that.
“You're leaving too?!”
Rarity had justly informed him of the bad news. Bad for him, but a blessing in disguise for her. Without Twilight to boss him around, Rarity couldn't get his sorry excuse for an obsessive assistant away long enough for her to relax in peace. A girl needs her alone time, after all. With him constantly wanting to “help” her with dress making, sewing, model preparing; even trying to model for her, the mare often ended up ruining her own work as opposed to completing it and giving the style a corrective form of art. Spike was never blown off, though. Rarity simply dealt with the outrageous interference until finally, a letter arrived informing her of Twilight's offer.
“I know it's hard for you, Spike,” she said standing at the doorway of the dragon's house, “but I'm needed in Canterlot... You'll be fine though, I'm sure.”
She was correct on that, but at the unfortunate time, Spike had been so hurt with her leaving that after he watched the carriage fly off into the sunset, he couldn't help but weep. There wasn't even a goodbye hug. Rarity never even left without so much as a tear being shed, but Spike, once he was alone cried. It wasn't like Rarity to be so uncaring for him, and even though the dragon could've guessed it was because of sheer annoyance Rarity was barely hurt, his mind just wouldn't wrap around the truth. Not only did he basically drive her away by being in the way rather than helping, but Rarity also missed her friend dearly. It had only been a week, sure, but without Twilight there, Rarity felt alone despite Spike's unwanted company. Besides, unicorns tend to stick with their race and get along with their kind better.
Returning to the story at hoof, Spike was sad, lonely and lovesick. He needed a friend more than even at that time, and who better to cheer him up than his new, soon-to-be future obsession, Pinkie Pie? She was passing along the way, minding her own when his whimpers caught her attention. Peering through the window and observing him write up the day's log in the lobby desk, she allowed her jaw to drop. She knew Rarity was leaving, but she didn't think she'd go while crushing Spike's fragile frame in the process.
The door knocked, but Spike just sat there writing his misery in words. The door knocked again, a more notable space in between the thumps that time. He asked, “Who's there?” in a depressing voice. “I'm not here. Nopony is... Whoever is there, just go away please.”
It sounded again, the knocks were louder this time, so Spike finally stood, walked to the door while wiping his red eyes and answered. No one was there. Not a soul stood on the front entryway. “Okay...”
Upon turning around, Pinkie startled him into falling right out the door and landing on the hard dirt outside. “Oh, I'm so sorry Spike! I just let myself in and-”
“How? Did you sneak in through the window or something?”
“Eh, what does that matter?” Pinkie asked while helping him up. Spike entered and asked if Pinkie would like anything to eat or drink. “No, I'm good... I'm uh, more worried for you, Spike. I saw you crying and...”
Spike scratched his scaly head and explained, “I'm fine... just fine. Rarity's in Canterlot, Twilight's there too... What's there for me to be grumbling about?”
Pinkie rolled her eyes at his sarcastic attitude. “I know you're trying to just get rid of me, but I'm not leaving till I get a smile outta yah!”
The dragon planted himself in the rolling chair and looked at his journal entry which was stained with his bitter tears. One more fell, and was followed by a sniffle. “Look, Pinkie, I'm seriously not in the mood to worry about giving you a smile. Please, just leave.”
“Absolutely not! I'm here to make you happy, and I swear by the Alicorns themselves I'll get a smile out of you one way or another!”
Becoming fed up, anger rising, Spike whirred around, jumped up and said, “Not everypony wants to be happy twenty-four seven! I just wanna be alone right now. Could you give me that, please?”
Scowling at his persistence, Pinkie looked around the room, reminders of Twilight scattered everywhere. Even the sight of books would be enough to make Spike burst into tears by then. She needed to get him out and away from the place till he was in the right mental state. Grabbing the dragon by his neck, Pinkie carried him out of the house while he struggled and yelled, “Hey! Let me go, Pinkie!”
“Mo, you're beinth ridichuphous! You're cominph with meh, and thath's phinal!”
Feeling her spit drizzle down his back made him shut up, lest he wanted her to continue with her ranting. It was good this was occurring in the near dead of night when everypony was either asleep, at Vinyl's night club or at home relaxing with a good read. It would've been ten times more embarrassing if the streets were filled with familiar faces, and Spike knew Pinkie wouldn't care. She would've dragged him all the way to her home regardless of everypony watching. As they entered, Spike was taken to her upstairs room, tossed onto the bed and found himself to be trapped thanks to his captor locking the door.
“Alright, you've got me here... Now what Pinks?”
“Now, I'm gonna tell you why being all depressed about this is a stupid thing for you to do.” Spike lowered his crossed arms and looked down, then returned his gaze to her knowing this was more than likely for the best. Taking a deep breath, Pinkie began. “First off, you were being a bit bothersome towards Rarity.” Her voice was calm, and the style she said things was in a very safe approaching way. “I'd see you constantly up her flank, wanting her attention by offering assistance when it wasn't needed at all. When Twilight left, you went overboard. I mean, sure. It's understandable Rarity was there and open to your company, but you abused that gift... I wanna say fate gave you.”
Spike nodded his head. “I just... was lonely, and Rarity was there... Deep inside, I knew she wouldn't shun me away... I must have made an idiot of myself.”
Grabbing his back and pulling him in for a tender hug, Pinkie said, “It's okay. We all make idiots of ourselves at some points in our lives. You just do it more than others.”
Chuckling, Spike defended with, ”Oh, you're one to talk!”
“There we go! I knew I'd get a smile!”
Clasping his open lips, Spike realized she was right. Somehow, she worked her special ways into his heart and brought out happiness he was confident, not ten minutes ago, just wasn't there. Lowering his claws, Spike said, “Yeah... You did... Thanks Pinkie. I just don't know what I'm gonna do without Rarity, though.”
Tapping her bottom lip with her hoof, Pinkie contemplated and came up with the only logical solution to Spike's gloomy problem. “You'll just have to move in with me for the time being!”
“Wait, huh?” Spike asked, confused as to how that would resolve anything.
“Think about it, you need to get your mind off, not one, but two mares, right? What better way than by moving in with me?!”
He blinked, looked around at the brightly colored room he was in and said, “That... might not be so bad... but where would I sleep? I guess I'll just have to get used to my basket again. Since Twilight's been gone, I've just slept in her bed.”
This caught Pinkie's attention. Lifting her ear that faced her guest, she asked, “You've... never slept with Twilight?”
“No, she never let me near her while sleeping. I never understood it.”
Blinking with a slightly lit light bulb lofting above her head, she asked, “What about Rarity? Has she... ever, like... uh, well... You know, invited you under the covers?”
“Huh? Why would she? I've never even considered sleeping with another mare. They'd get in the way, with their tails, and probably wanting to cuddle all night long.”
Pinkie's mind blazed with visions of sexual fantasies, because it was then that she understood for as old as Spike was, he probably never slept with another being before. Of course, she wasn't entirely positive, but it just seemed to make sense in her mind. He was still a virgin. “My virgin,” Pinkie whispered.
“Huh?”
“Uh, nothing.” Pinkie was still vague on her original intentions, but with this newly found information, she knew it would be a breeze to get Spike feeling way more happy than he'd ever been in his life. “Look, you can sleep with me tonight. I'll mind my side, and besides, I think once you sleep with me, you'll never go back to that silly basket!”
Of course, with Spike being so oblivious, he accepted. It was getting late anyways, so the two went to bed shortly after a drink, dinner and some small talk. Spike complained about Rarity while Pinkie disputed his rantings. She put up a good fight, but Spike still found feelings for the white coated mare. That would change later on, though. By morning, Spike would find new emotions for a different mare. This one being much more open, and way more pink.
~Pink~
~Part Two~
The nighttime stars shined through the curtains and illuminated the room which even in the deep evening resembled a prepped party area. Spike, sleeping on his right side of the bed was fast asleep, while Pinkie, minding her distance till confident she wouldn't wake him peeped her eyes open every so often to ensure keeping from slipping into slumber. Every so often, she'd haze out only to return moments later, still waiting for a sign of any kind to appear letting her know it was her chance. Finally, a slight snore followed by him turning to lay on his back was all she truly needed to know it was time to move in. As she tossed over, looking at the resting dragon, she wondered if this was right.
“Of course it is,” she thought to herself as an act of reassurance. “He'll love this! I mean, it's not rape, right? It's just a friend helping another out... in a sexually explicit way, yeah... but still, once he's experienced this, I know I'll have done the right thing.”
Her hoof graced his chest while she moved in close. Her head and puffy mane relaxed on his shoulder with ease, while she wrapped her arms around him, pulling the dragon tightly, enough to where she finally had him right where she needed him. Reaching down, a sudden sinking feeling was felt for below his stomach held nothing below. Pinkie continued to feel around, but as memory served, she soon realized his prick must have been folded away, unreachable by her soft hooves. If she was going to do what she, and technically he wanted, she'd need to get him in the mood.
With no other choice, she gradually tightened her hug, forcing him to groan and open his eyes slightly. Caressing his chest and feeling him up wasn't doing much, though. Spike seemed to be a fairly heavy sleeper. So, turning to her last resort, she lifted the covers just barely enough to get on top of his legs. Her hooves rested on the plushness underneath his arms and her head moved lower to his ear to silently taunt, “Spiky, wake up... I've got a special gift for you...”
Finally blinking his eyes and seeing Pinkie on him, her right hoof smoothing his head, he confusingly asked, “P-Pinkie... what's going on? Why are you...?”
She silenced his questions with her other hoof, moved it down to his claw and let him hold it while she coyly smiled and explained, “I told you, I've got something extra special for you tonight... You're gonna love it.”
Her right hoof was grasped by his other claw, and for the first time in Spike's life, he got a kiss on the lips. Pinkie tenderly began with a peck, but soon felt him accept it and kiss back. It was easier than she thought, getting him to open up so willingly. He seemed to at least understand what a kiss was and deepened it by slipping some tongue in, but not too much. He had respect for Pinkie, and although he could've dug deeper, he waited for her turn. Naturally the party pony was getting into it, and welcomed his taste like a regular, delectable sweet. He reached deep inside and curled around her tongue twice, bringing her to instant arousal. She began to wonder how long it would actually take for his own lustful pleasure to thoroughly kick in when her leg felt pressure coming from below his waist. Upon feeling it himself, Spike receded his taster and looked down to see not one, but two tips peeking out of his scaly skin covers.
“You have two of them?!” Pinkie asked with a beaming smile. “I mean I've heard of certain dragons having dicks that heat up, dicks that cool down, ones that can expand, automatically lubricate, move on their own, but I've never, ever even thought of a dragon with two dicks! That's so cool! It's, it's... uh...”
She'd returned her wandering gaze to see Spike looking baffled by her words. “Uhmm... Dicks?”
She couldn't believe it. The poor, young dragon didn't even know what a cock was, and he had a matching pair. Pinkie grumbled to herself, “I'll be needing to get on both Twilight's and Rarity's plots for that...”
“Is that bad? I always just called it my pee shooter.”
Pinkie giggled and snickered at the fact that Spike probably never even heard the word “penis” before. She looked him in his worried eyes an said, “I've got a lot to teach you. I guess a blow job should be where it all starts.”
“What's a... blow job ?”
Pinkie's response was a typical, “You'll see.”
Kissing his lips again before focusing in on his petite chest, she mildly tickled him with each peck. Eventually making her way to his belly and grasping his two reptile like throttlers, she slowly licked the tips, making Spike moan, “Ewe...”
“No, they taste good!”
With every serene lick, Spike slowly but surely began to understand what his friend was really doing. His head lowered to nestle on his pillow while Pinkie kept up the lip work. Sinking further down and taking all of the thick plumpness in, she noticed more was still coming out. Blue in color and bulbous in shape, the rest told her when Spike came, the end was naturally made to keep his essence sealed in tightly. She marveled at the wetness and shivered excitingly with every delicious pop, only to quickly return, keeping them nice and warm. Good thing they were still in kid-like form, otherwise she would've only been able to take one at a time. Spike puffed and took deep breaths of air while she continued.
“P-Pinks... I don't know, but... I'm starting t-to feel weird down there.”
Pinkie plopped her head up, some liquid swiveling in the air only to land nicely on her chin and said, “That's good! It means your close to your climax.” She kept on massaging them with her hooves as she spoke.
“What's that?”
Giggling at his innocence, Pinkie said, “It's another way of saying you're about to cum. When you do...” She brought her body closer to him and kissed his chest once more before continuing, “your body sends endorphins through your blood, you get all sorts of tingly and it just feels like the funnest thing ever! From what I understand, for males, it only lasts for a few seconds, but for a mare like me, it can last even longer. It's one of my favorite things to do.”
Spike grinned at the thought even though he didn't know a thing on the subject, but anypony could add up the math. “Okay,” he mumbled. “I guess that would be pretty cool...”
Closing her eyes and giving him a sweet smile, she returned to his pulsing erections. Slipping it right on in like a pop-sickle, Pinkie slurped and coated her guest's special pricks, loving the scent it protruded. It made her feel different, with abnormally sticky water seeping from the double phallus glands. Thinking about how it might've been another special gift Spike had only shot even more delight through her body. Just when Spike couldn't take much more, he signaled his near peak by lifting his waist a few inches from the bed and moaning even more.
Spontaneously, Pinkie felt spurts of delicious cream spray and coat the back of her throat. Amazingly for such a little guy, there was too much of it, so she gulped what she could, popped the two ejaculating knobs out and let the rest fly into the air thickly dousing her face with clear white spunk. Some lines landed on her mane, but that just made her feel even more aroused. As she licked some from her cheek and sliding more into her mouth with both hooves, gulping the yummy treat, she said, “Wow, Spike! Your jizz is, like, the best tasting cum I've ever tried. How did you do that? I know dragons are way different from ponies, but I had no idea... If I did way back when, I would've done this a long time ago!”
Spike fumed in heat, huffing with exhaustion ans sweat forming on his scalp. His head lifted along with his gripping claws releasing the sheets, tired eyes observing the pink cum coated mare and asked, “Will there be more of that? It was awesome!”
While Spike sat up, Pinkie snickered and said, “You bet, but uh, first I need to get myself cleaned up.” Trotting over to a cabinet across from the bed, Pinkie opened it up and searched around for a possible towel when she heard Spike warily approach. His sight was locked onto her flank, curious as he was, it seemed perfectly normal to Pinkie. He was still so young and untaught in sexual ways. She leaned her head to the left to see him observing right under her tail, his dual dicks slowly returning to their folds as he inspected. Pinkie asked, “See something you like?”
“Where's yours? Don't you have a dick too?”
Bursting into laughter and collapsing onto the floor, Pinkie composed herself after a few seconds of enjoying his question. “No, silly. I'm a mare! Girls don't have dicks, we have pussies.” Bending over and swashing her fluffy tail to the side so he could get a good, long look, she said, “See for yourself!”
Her slit, pink and puffy, moistly prepared to take him on teased his entertained mind. His right claw lifted, but soon returned to the left. “I'm... not ready... I get what you mean, though. My dick, or both of them, goes in there, don't they...?”
The mare turned around and hugged her partner tightly while explaining, “When you're ready, Spike, you'll know. Till then we can take things slowly. You're still learning, a newbie at this game, but you'll adapt. Now come on, it's late. We need to rest, you know?”
“Yeah, I guess you're right.”
Returning to the bed, the two snuggled with each other under the covers. Spike didn't know why, but Pinkie's grip relaxed him in a way he'd never been before. She kept kissing his head at times and rubbed his belly in her sleep. Her soft and lush, furry hooves were the best substitute blanket he ever felt. She put all her warmth on him, cuddling him as though he were a teddy bear. After a few moments of peaceful stillness, they both finally fell to sleep, content with the experiences they just enjoyed so much.
While Pinkie dreamed about the usual candy fields, chocolate waterfalls and gumdrop clouds, Spike had odd nightmares involving Rarity and Twilight, how they might react to this. Questions arose in his weird, mental journey, like why Twilight hadn't explained anything involving sex, why Rarity never put out so to speak, and how she'd react to him being with Pinkie instead of her. The dream told him she wouldn't care, and that Pinkie would always love him, something Rarity wouldn't do. Not just physically love him, but emotionally as well. Of course, in dreams, beings hardly act the way they would in the outside, real realm of Equestria. What the nightmare really meant was that Spike felt scared for telling his first crush he'd fallen for another, and that his emotions for Pinkie were overwhelming the ones originally formed for her. It might have been the sexual drive he felt earlier, or it could've also been the fact that Pinkie had always been there for him.
While the night progressed to its end, Spike woke several times with Pinkie fondling him ever so kindly, a grin painted clearly across her face. As for Spike, he had a more worried look about him, scared that Rarity would find out. He wasn't terrified of her being mad, but instead, her not caring just as she didn't mind leaving him behind just to be in Canterlot.
~Pink~
~Part Three~
The sounds of chirping birds echoed through the windows and inside Spike's head while he woke. His eyes still had some sleep in them, but not much. He looked over to see Pinkie, her mane a mess, but overall a cute bundle of pleasing adorableness. He reached over to hug her, surprised she had stopped cuddling with him early in the night and pecked her head. As her hazy gaze looked up with weary blinks, Pinkie smiled and asked, “You're not upset anymore, right?”
Spike shook his tired head. “Not in the slightest.”
She curled her hooves around him tightly for a few moments, exchanging their warmth before sitting up and getting out of the huge and inviting cushions. Pinkie looked down at the towel she'd used to to clean herself up earlier that evening, some stains blotching its originally blue color. While she placed it in the dirty clothes hamper next to her door and giving one last powerful yawn, Spike stretched his back and arms, stopped momentarily and asked, “Huh... Pinkie, does this normally happen?”
Pinkie saw him turn and show his sets hardening. Giggling, Pinkie answered, “It's morning wood silly! Haven't you ever gotten that before?”
“Uh, no, to be honest... this is the first.”
Her eyebrow raised with bafflement. Spike had to have been sixteen in dragon years by now, and he still hadn't had a boner? He didn't know what sex was, called his dick a pee shooter, acted nervous when checking out her pussy and had never even had morning wood before. None of it made much sense, how a dragon like Spike could be so insanely oblivious to the arousing and sexual experience of intimacy despite living with such an attractively appealing mare like Twilight. He even had a crush on another; constantly showed it to her, but Rarity never once granted him a special reward for his affection by showing him the joys of intercourse?
“well, it’ll go down soon enough,” Pinkie promised. “I’m really not in the mood yet, you know?”
Spike nodded off, a little depressed he wouldn’t get a second trip like the one from last night, but he knew it was completely up to Pinkie whether or not he got sexual relief. While the two cleaned the room, fixed the bed up and chatted for a bit, Pinkie checked periodically to see Spike’s set of twins slowly slip back in, and fantasized what it would be like to have them launched deep into her. With no balls showing, already Pinkie knew it would be twenty times better than screwing a stallion. After a few minutes of a last minute overview, checking to see if the room was perfect or not, her mind trailed off to Twilight and Rarity again, and decided to confront them about Spike’s virginity.
“Spike?” Pinkie asked, getting his attention as they walked down the stairs together. “I need you to go ahead and, well, just get outta the house for now. I've got some personal work to do.”
“Oh, I understand,” Spike beamed. “I sometimes would need to leave the tree house for Twilight, too.”
Pinkie knew exactly what that meant. Twilight wouldn't even be bothered to let spike pleasure her when she knew Spike would've been able to satisfy in ways better than any dumb toy. Before leaving, Spike offered to prepare breakfast. “Oh, that's alright Kiddo. I usually just have a banana.”
“But you had one last night!”
Caught off guard by the joke, Pinkie chortled and giggled. “You know how to make jokes? That's so cute!” It was a bit odd that he'd never had actual sex, and yet had enough basic competence to make something like that up on the spot the way he did, but Pinkie guessed he was a fast learner.
“It just popped up in my head.”
He grabbed the apron on the hanger and tied the back while snatching a fry pan, along with the ingredients for a hay omelet. Two eggs, milk, cheese, hay and some butter spray to prevent stickiness. While he cooked, Pinkie watched from the table, batting her eyes at how pretty he looked while wearing the mini cookers apparel. It had a huge heart in the middle with words on the front saying, “Kiss the chef,” which once he finished, Pinkie would love to do so. Sprinkling the last bits of cheese on top and scooping up the delectable meal, Spike asked, “Where's Mr. and Mrs. Cake?”
“They're probably running deliveries right about now. They've always got their hooves full, and don't come back until late. After that, they go straight to sleep, and don’t wake up at all . I've got some work to do too, but that can wait.”
“Huh...” Spike sat the plate down in front of his friend and chanted, “Your five star breakfast, ma'am!”
Pinkie chuckled and took a bite. It tasted better than her own cooking, a feat she thought impossible to achieve. “This is delicious!”
“You're welcome!”
As the dragon placed the apron in a nearby basket filled with towels and kitchen clothing needing to be wash, he asked, “I guess I'd better get out of your way then, huh?”
“Mmh,” Pinkie hummed to get his attention just before he left through the front door. “Wait, I need to tell you something first.”
“Like what?”
Clearing her throat and swallowing some last bits of food, she explained, “If you're going to hang with those fillies, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, I need to tell you, don't fiddle with them.”
“Fiddle with what?”
Rolling her eyes, Pinkie continued. “They're still young, and to be honest, they won't understand sex.”
“Ohhh... ”
“I know you miss Sweetie Belle with her being at Canterlot, but I also know you and Apple Bloom have been getting along pretty well, too. Just don't try any funny business, like showing her your-”
“I get it, I won't.” Spike sounded assuring, so Pinkie thanked him with a hug and let him go.
The room was silent, and Pinkie feeling agitated cleared her throat one last time before screaming, “TWILIGHT AND RARITY, OPEN A TEAR NOW!!!”
Out of nowhere, in the middle of the room, a grey and dismal force shredded through space, revealing Rarity on top of Twilight, strings gripped by her teeth and all four hooves pushing just above the Alicorn’s back avoiding the wings while her head yanked the regalia tightly forcing Twilight to grunt in pain. Upon seeing Pinkie, Rarity's strings snapped and sent her flying into a set of plastic models, her hind hooves peeping up in the screen and the rest of her body hidden. Twilight looked back at Rarity and asked, “Oh gosh, are you okay?!
”Just... see what Pinkie wants, I'll be around soon darling...” Rarity's voice hinted stress and anger while she did the best she could to keep herself calm.
“Uh, Pinkie, this is a bad time...”
“What is that thing?” Pinkie asked.
With a girlish smirk, Twilight explained, “It's a corset, used to... Look, it doesn't matter. What do you need?”
Pinkie became serious and just stared at Twilight with a look of annoyance while Rarity adjusted herself in the background, rubbing her head as she did. “Why is Spike still a virgin?”
Twilight's eyes grew wide. “What?”
Rarity glanced over and asked, “Huh?”
“You heard me, both of you! Why in the wide, wide world of Equestria is Spike still a virgin?!”
Twilight looked at Rarity, who was now blushing. “Darling, you think I was going to teach him? Besides, he's ticked me off so much, who'd 'want to deal with such a thing?”
Twilight blinked. “Wait, you haven't done it yet?”
“Done what?”
Twilight's anger rose. “I thought you were going to... You mean to tell me he hasn't experienced it yet?!”
Pinkie asked, “Wait, Twilight, you live with him! I thought you were going to take care of that.”
Rarity agreed with, “Yeah! He's your pet!”
“He's not my pet! He's my brother... I'm not going to have sex with him. It'd be like incest!”
Pinkie claimed, “But you two aren't even related!”
“That doesn't matter. I consider him my kin because of the way we behave around each other. He's not my blood sibling, but he's as close to family as it gets.”
Rarity looked to Pinkie and asked, “How exactly did you find out he was still... innocent ?”
“I investigated... Did you know he didn't even know about the word penis ?”
Twilight muttered, partly to herself, “I could've sworn I gave him a book explaining everything in a very detailed manner...”
“A book?” Pinkie asked sarcastically. “Twilight, he's not gonna read up on the subject! He needs somepony to explain all this to him.”
“Well, me and Rarity are in Canterlot right now, and I'm sure not gonna teach him sex ed! That's Rarity's job.”
“What?! I don't think so!” Rarity shot back. “I'm not even touching that little twerp! He's annoyed and angered me for the last time! You know what it was like while you were gone? He was constantly bothering me. Rarity, can I do this? Oh, here, let me help. I'll get that for you! It drove me to the brink of insanity. He was a major turn off!”
Pinkie asked, “You do know if you just told him he was being a pest, he probably would've backed off, right?”
“I wasn't about to hurt his feelings.”
Shutting Rarity up, Pinkie corrected her with, “But you did that anyway! On the day you left, I had to clean up the mess you left behind, Rarity! That dragon was literally distraught by you not caring... Look, I don't mind you being snobbish, but you took it too far. If you really don't care about him, then tell me this doesn't hurt... I gave him a blow job!”
Rarity's ears perked at the statement. “You did what?”
“Oh yeah, and let me tell you what, he enjoyed it too! I'm planning on fucking him as well!”
Becoming nervous, Rarity said, “N-Now deary, there's no need to start making things up, or curse for that matter.”
Pinkie assured Rarity she wasn't lying. “He has two dicks, by the way.”
Twilight looked down. “Two...? That can't be... That would mean...”
She trotted out of the picture, leaving Rarity and Pinkie there to bicker. Pinkie continued, “Oh yeah, and his cum tastes like strawberries!”
“J-Just shut up!” Rarity was beginning to look glossy eyed. “Just shut your trap you pink witch!”
“No, because he loved you, and you knew it! Just because he was being a little obsessive doesn't give you the right to make him care and then walk out! You don't do that to somepony as if their feelings aren't even existent! If you had a heart... If you really care for him, prove it by getting your plot back here and snatch him up before I steal his adorable little butt right from under your muzzle!”
Twilight spoke while still hidden by the folds, all except for her flank. “If you do that, Rarity, you're fired.”
“What?!” Rarity swung her head around and stared at Twilight's flank. “You can't do that! Spike needs me!”
Pinkie asked, “Which is more important? This silly, stupid job of yours, or your relationship with Spike? Decide, and make it quick. In only a few weeks, Spike will be mine! Time's ticking, Rarity.”
The portal shut with a loud, phenomenal clash. Sparks struck the tile floor, and Pinkie felt a tear cascade to the ground. She didn't want to hurt her friend, but she knew what needed to be done. Whether Rarity came back or not wasn't her concern. It was Rarity's choice to willingly return and save Spike from being swept up by Pinkie's lovely and entangling spell of natural attractiveness. It wasn't as if she planned things to go so south, but with the way things were unraveling, there was no stopping it.
She looked around, the kitchen still a mess with dishes and laundry to do, so putting it out of her mind, Pinkie took charge of the day's work with vigor. Her blood was pumping enough to keep her at the daily chores for hours. If Spike hadn't randomly came in sweating and scared out of his wits, she might've cleaned the entire inside and outside of the whole establishment.
~Pink~
~Part Four~
In Canterlot, right after the conversation Pinkie and her two friends had, Twilight and Rarity still argued about Rarity’s job and why she’d be fired if she left. Twilight did the best she could to make Rarity understand exactly why she wouldn’t allow her to leave without consequences, but the unicorn wouldn’t listen. She just kept on with her ranting.
“Pinkie’s going out of her way to bring stress crashing into my emotionally conflicting life, and you won’t give me the opportunity to go save my Spikey? What kind of a friend are you?”
Twilight grunted. “The kind that’s so busy it makes my head throb in mental pain. I hired you because I knew you’d love this, and I told you about the situation just yesterday when you arrived. I had an entire line of professionals wanting this role you’ve gotten. Now, at the first hint of trouble, you want to run off to Ponyville because Spike might fall for Pinkie?” Clapping her hooves on the floor repetitively in anguish, Rarity seemed out of place while Twilight just read some old and rather dirty looking book. She glanced over to tell Rarity, “It’s your choice, and I can’t be sure whether going over there to save Spike is the best course of action. I mean, think about it. Spike’s grown now, and you were... well, his child crush. That sort of thing usually doesn't last. It’s more than often the two subjects end up growing apart from each other.”
“Twilight, please. Don’t go using some scientific example.”
“I’m just saying, that’s how it unfortunately is.”
“So, what? I’m supposed to just let her win?” Rarity looked at Twilight, who didn’t look back. “Pinkie’s a loose filly who does as she pleases, so long as it isn’t unlawful. She’ll make Spike her puppet!”
Twilight ignored that and continued her observations of the dress she wished to wear during a fast approaching event. “I think it could use more blue...”
“Are you even listening?”
Twilight sighed, closed the book she magically grasped and said, “Yes, I am, but all I’m hearing is ridiculousness. Pinkie, of all mares , making Spike her sex slave?”
Rarity blinked and looked around at all the fabrics in the white room they resided in. “I... guess you’re right... I’m overreacting, and should know Pinkie would never hurt him like that. At least not on purpose. Why, it’s not like her at all, to be so cold and heartless towards a sweetie such as Spike.”
The Alicorn smiled, happy Rarity was coming to her senses. “I know it’s tough to feel for him and watch the little tike grow up and just fall for another, but this sort of thing happens all the time. I’m not going to fib and tell you he’ll always be yours, and besides, you kinda brought this on yourself.”
“I know, leaving him the way I did... It’s not fair! I wasn’t level headed when I did that. I regret it, okay? Can’t I use that time spell and-”
“Whoa, absolutely not! Nopony is allowed to go near those scrolls unless they’re an Alicorn. You understand, Rarity?”
Pouting one last time, the unicorn admitted defeat. “I just wish I knew what to do...”
“You can pretty much start with helping me pick out an appropriate color.”
The two returned to their work, Rarity still uneasy about Spike being with Pinkie. She was still unsure about whether or not the job was more important than a meaningless effort at earning Spike back.
Meanwhile, back in Ponyville, Spike walked through the streets passing many friends along his merry path. Applejack’s was just up the street, passed some woods and up a sloping hill. Unfortunately, Spike had to pass by a particularly dangerous area of town; the main market plaza. Why was this such a threat to the young being? Maybe it was because several spas could be found there. Perhaps it was due to the busy sections that attractive mares constantly walk through. More than likely, it was because he never paid much attention to anypony while venturing to his filly friends in their clubhouse, but this time, things were different.
Spike rounded the corner and was struck by instant lust for at least ten different flanks, all of which swung in extremely enticing ways. It wasn’t as if this was planned, but they all faced him; all of them being round and way too good to resist staring at. There was Rose Luck, Lyra and Bon Bon; even Derpy looked almost good enough to flirt with. Spike’s jaw dropped, and it was only a bunch of ponies shopping, some doing sales transactions. He felt his hardening rods unsheathing themselves in a very noticeable manner, but just before somepony turned their head to see him looking down, embarrassed by his bodily stimulation, he took off jogging for home.
Right before passing a pair of stallions, he ducked and hid. They wandered by the alley seemingly unaware of his presence. Just as their voices disappeared, Spike took off panting and terrified of being seen. His extra legs beat against him as he ran. Beads of perspiration formed on his forehead, and with every imagining of being caught came the tense flush of freezing chills down his spine. Entering and slamming the door, leaning against it with his arms spread and claws digging into the wooden surface, Spike huffed and breathed deeply. Pinkie stared at him from behind the counter, a cloth in one hoof and some cleaning spray in the other.
“S-Spike? What happened? Are you alright?” Her shocked eyes looked him up and down, concerned with what had obviously went down.
“No, I’m not alright! Look!” he gestured down at his throbbing, pink and blue members. “Why’d these things come out and go up again?”
“Tell me what happened. Did Apple Bloom and Scootaloo see you?”
“No, I didn’t even get close to them. I headed into the main plaza, and bam ! Flanks, everywhere!”
Pinkie couldn’t help but giggle, eventually laughing at Spike’s recent situation. Once finished, laying on the floor and staring up at the unamused dragon, she explained, “You’re more of a perv than I thought! Getting so horny just by glancing at a few pony plots?”
“A few? There must’ve been over twenty! I could even see their... uh, what did you call it again?”
“Pussies?”
“Yeah, that! It was so weird and spontaneous... Why do ponies have to be naked?”
Pinkie chuckled even more and said, “Oh boy... I’m gonna need to start my lessons a bit early, huh? Well, you’re in luck! I think this place is pretty clean, don’t you? C’mon, Spike. You need this.”
“Need what?”
Without answering, Pinkie tugged his neck and almost dragged him up to her room. Inside, she instructed her student to assist her with setting up a chalk board. Then, Pinkie had him sit on the bed while she drew funny pictures. Once finished, the lesson began.
“Now then, this is your dick.”
“... But, I have two...”
She looked over, realizing he was correct and fixed it up. Placing the drawing instrument down, she continued. “Okay, these are your dicks. There’s many different words that can be used to describe it. Penis, cock, phallus, schlong; my personal favorite is drencher! See, these things go inside a girl’s pussy.” She hastily drew a detailed drawing of her’s and resumed the lesson. “I have one of these, but you know this. Scientifically, to match the word penis , it’s called a vagina .”
Spike chuckled, “Vagina ...” while Pinkie played along.
“Yeah, I know. It’s pretty fun stuff, but seriously. Now then, a dick can be slurped, jacked off by its owner, or pleasured by a second. In your case, that’s me! When you get horny, which is a way of saying your dicks are getting bigger, you can simply grab them and just tug repetitively. It’s good to do it up and down to get maximum satisfaction.”
“But, what do mares do about it? I get how I can fix this because after last night’s blow job, I went pretty soft in no time...”
“Good question!”
Pinkie walked to the side of the bed, pulled out a medium sized dildo and explained, “We use this!”
“Oh, it looks like mine, only...”
“It’s an equine edition. See, stallions have thicker throbbers, and those have a ring at the base. It feels awesome when they go all the way in, but the substitutes are never like the actual thing. Sure, it gets you... well, me off, but whenever I’ve got a nice strong stallion in me, I can literally feel the pulsing and the tip ramming to slip me open. It’s so much more of a thrill than a dumb toy!”
Spike just continued to stare at it, his curiosity rising. “Could you... give me a demonstration?”
His blush was too cute. How could Pinkie resist acceptance to the request? “Sure!”
She had Spike stand at the edge resting his arms and head to get a nicer view while she relaxed and prepped her upper frame on the many pillows that scattered at the top. Her plot rose with the tail moving away so Spike could enjoy the show. Her hooves brought the dildo over, its summit slipping coyly in while she explained, “It’s normally really wet down there, so you’ll find it’s easy to get just about anything in the lower hole, but as for the other opening, you’ll need some lube to get anything in there. Understand?
Spike shook his head while saying, “Yeah...” partly from paying attention but mostly thanks to arousal. The toy slid halfway in making Pinkie moan. Both her hooves gripped the thing and sloshed it deeply in only to pull out, then repeat. Spike was pretty hard before, but seeing this made him almost hurt from the fullness. Pinkie gradually picked up the pace making Spike drool a little. She sure knew how to work the thing. Remembering this was to be a learning experience for the untaught teen, she said, “Now, Spike, this is actually a special m-model. It can vibrate. When I flip the switch...” He saw her push a small leveler to high and heard it activate.
“Holy cow! I-Is it safe to do that?”
Pinkie ignored the question, and instead squealed much louder than before. Her voice was muffled by the buzzing, but the more things progressed, the more Spike could hear her. Launching it as deep as it would go, she reached her climax. Her whole body shook from the incredible impact, and Spike just watched completely lost by the blissful show. Once her grunts of pleasure died down, she turned, slowly yanked the device out and sat it aside to face Spike. Surprisingly to her, the aftermath appearance she had pushed his mind too far and forced him into a nosebleed. Her gasp was just enough for Spike to snap out of the sex daze he was thoroughly stuck in.
“What the...?” he asked while feeling the liquid sleek down his chin and drip to his chest. Pinkie reacted quickly by grabbing a towel from her closet and gently dabbing his nose. “I don’t even understand that...”
Pinkie blushed and explained, “I take that right there as a compliment! You must’ve been so impressed by my performance!”
“Oh, I was. It was amazing with the way you handled that thing, and the sounds you made... I could barely hold on the the bed!”
Once the bleeding stopped, Pinkie put away the toy, thought for a moment and offered with a huff, “I think that’s good for today... You don’t need more excitement, unless you want another bleeding effect.”
Spike agreed. Besides, the sight of blood scared off his two twins. Leaving the room, Pinkie and Spike heard the Cakes enter and start thanking Pinkie for the wonderful job she’d done on cleaning. Spike returned to the room, though, concerned about what had just happened. If Rarity pleasured herself in front of him, would it have been enough to cause such a rush? She seemed like a distant memory, as though the events that lead up to all of this occurred months ago. He looked over at Canterlot just barely visible through Pinkie’s window and wondered if he was on her mind. Little did the dragon know, she was wondering if he was thinking of her as well.
~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.
~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.”
