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"Dear Celestia... I learned something today," Twilight Sparkle muttered under her breath. "I understand now why you and Princess Luna needed a break."

She held the scroll up, staring at it for a full ten seconds. Not reading it, she realized – staring at it. To her left was a sizable pile of sealed scrolls sent from all corners of the world, making requests or offers, had now been reduced to one unread document. To her right was a pile of scrolls she had read through and signed, or else filed away to go over later once she could contact someone else for an expert opinion. It had taken the better part of a day to get through the scrolls, and she was still only half done. By now exhaustion was starting to set in. The library was still as quiet as it had been hours earlier, the sun setting over Canterlot.

There was a time when the written word was a joy to her, a means of education and discovery. Now all it meant was another rote, rewritten draft of a letter detailing some new policy about... something. Her brow furrowed. [i]What the hell is this supposed to be about?[/i] Certainly not a life-or-death situation about the fate of Ponyville. She shook her head clear, trying to absorb the letter's content once again. Bored or not, this was one of the many responsibilities her stationed required her to fulfill. It had been fifteen years since the sisters had conceded the throne and handed it to Twilight, but while there'd been joy in the position, it came with its moments of agonizing boredom.

"Okay... start again. Find a keyword... 'Zebra.'" She sighed, nodding. "Starting there... a request from visitors from Farasi to Princess Twilight Sparkle of Canterlot... alchemical ingredients..." She scanned through the scroll again, picking up her quill. "Alright... contact Zecora, she'll know where to guide them. Spike, could you--"

She froze, a cold feeling of loneliness setting in her breast. She had done it again.

She took a deep breath, looking to her right. In reminiscing of times where she had enjoyed reading, she'd almost forgotten that Spike had already left for the day. It had been years since the dragon she had raised had reached adulthood, and in that time he'd gotten bigger, stronger, but still as responsible and reliable as ever. It was a quality that Twilight saw as both a blessing and a curse, as she could always count on his help, when he wasn't back at home with his wife, Rarity. Twilight looked up at a nearby wall clock – five-thirty. He had left for home about three hours earlier to meet up with his wife for some function or another. Something fashionista-related, if she had to guess. An ache set into her heart as she thought about Rarity greeting him home, pulling him into a hug and a deep kiss, expressing her love the same way they had on their wedding day. It was a moment Twilight could never forget.

Her brow furrowed. [i]So why am I thinking of it now?[/i] The memory should have made her happy to recall. It was the moment someone she considered a son had finally settled down with someone he loved and cared for, creating a bond that would last a lifetime, yet it was making that feeling of loneliness sharper.

She shook her head and stretched out in her chair, breathing in deep, her breasts heaving enough that her dress nearly slipped away. She caught in time, a sight burn in her cheek as she realized that she wasn't alone, even with Spike gone. Near the entrance to her personal library was a lone guard. She recognized him as one that had been in her service for a few years, a tall, strong and handsome bay stallion. She cleared her throat and flicked away the scroll she was working on, getting up from her seat; he reacted by standing at attention, ready to open the door to let her out the moment she approached.

She treated him to a smile. "I'm sorry for making you wait."

He smiled back, shaking his head. "You don't need to apologize, milady. It's my job to keep watch. Are you done for tonight?"

She glanced back at the scroll pile. "Almost. I'm far enough that I can take the rest of the night off. I was actually hoping to catch up on some reading, if you don't mind."

He bowed. "Of course. Take as long as yo--"

Her eyes fluttered at him. "Some [i]private[/i] reading, if you please."

The guard stopped short, his eyes widening slightly. "O-oh. Right. Of course, milady. If you need me to leave, I'll just... just--"

"You may leave – if you'd like. But I'll not object to your presence if you're interested in helping me select a few pieces to read," she said pointedly, leaning over her desk with a coquettish smile. Her attire was minimalistic, showing enough of her goods to draw attention while making her look amazing – not surprising, as it was one of Rarity's personal designs made specifically for Twilight. It certainly seemed to have an effect on the young guard, who was looking a little hot and bothered by the barely-concealed offer.

He stumbled over his words for a few moments, looking around the library. "I-- er... I would... thank you, milady, but I'm sure you have a better grasp on quality literature compared to me!" He chuckled nervously. "I wouldn't want to make any recommendation that would leave you bored. I-if you don't mind, I'll take my leave and alert the others that you're not to be disturbed."

Her smile faltered for a moment, and she sighed, smiling kindly at him. "Of course. Have a good night."

"Good night, milady," the guard said, bowing quickly and leaving.

She dropped back into her seat with with a groan, letting herself go limp in it. Fifteen years ago, asking a guard to help her select a book to read for the night was a surefire way to coax them into her bed, a tip she had learned from her predecessors. It was part of the reason Rarity had designed most of her dress options, a mix of elegant and regal, and minimalistic to the point of being a little transparent. It was beautiful enough that one would feel shame for fantasizing about her; yet alluring enough that most males couldn't help themselves.

At least, it used to be. Now she was lucky if any of her guards looked her way with the same eyes they'd give Princess Celestia or Luna. She could count the amount of times she'd caught someone looking at her with desire in the last five years on one hand, and it was getting to her. Her eyes fell on the remaining scrolls and she scowled, then bent over and opened the bottom drawer of her desk. The drawer was filled from one side to the other with rows of small books, each a little bigger than her hand with lurid titles scrawled on their spines.

"Hmm... what should I read tonight?" she mused in a soft voice, shaking off the remaining sting of rejection. "'[i]Apple-Bucking, Mother-Fucking'[/i]? '[i]Wonderbolt's Train[/i]'? I know Rainbow Dash suggested '[i]Daring Do-es Manehattan[/i]', but she's always had some weird tastes for fan-fiction. '[i]Alicorn With An Extra Horn[/i].' Yeah... no." Her finger traced along each title, stopping at one with a purple cover and light green trimming. "'[i]Fair Maiden – Diary of a Dragon's Layer.[/i]' Don't think I've read that one, yet." She drew the book out, her cheeks burning at the sight of the cover; an object in the shape of a sword, yet strangely phallic and no doubt meant to represent a dragon's cock and balls. She hesitated, her finger ready to turn the first page.

"Hey Twilight, I'm back!"

The booming voice reverberated against the library walls and Twilight jumped in her seat with a sharp squeak. The book fell out of her hands and onto the floor, and Twilight had to grab the edge of the desk to stop herself from following it; but in the process her arm knocked away the pile of scrolls she had been working on. She looked up towards the entrance, her finger automatically touching her lips as she shushed loudly at the intruder. "Spike, this is a library!" she hissed. "Quiet, please!" For a few moments she sat frozen in shocked silence, staring at the dragon. "Wait, what are you doing back? I thought you had already gone home!"

It was hard to believe that the seven-foot tall hunk of reptilian perfection had ever been a chubby young dragon, barely bigger than the egg he hatched from. He still bore the coloration he'd been born with: a rich purple coat of scales; a bright green frill running the length of his scalp and down the back of his neck; and intense green eyes that were as sharp as they were kind. It had taken a few years longer than most for him to reach adolescence, but the change came abruptly when he did. He had shot up several feet in one year, and hadn't needed to do any specialized training for his natural physique to outmatch most strong creatures in Equestria. His grin was handsome, even for a dragon, oozing with charm that offset his sharp teeth and strong jawline. Yet even beneath all that change, there was a glimmer of the adorable hatchling that she'd raised since day one, an undertone of goofiness and sincere loyalty that had never faded. A strange sensation welled up in Twilight as she stared, a pleasant flush that caused her to smile.

"Yeah, I did! But when I got there Rarity left a message at home saying she was going to be working all night on a new project – she's on a creative streak again, one of those '[i]moments d'inspiration[/i]' as she put it. So I got some dinner and decided to head back here, since I know you had a lot of work left to do." He glanced at the scrolls strewn across the desk and floor. "Unless... you're thinking about turning in early?"

It took a few moments for her to process his words, stunned as she was by his return. She shook her head clear, then fumbled around with her foot to drag the book back to her. "Oh, ah... n-no, I was going to take a break and do some light reading before I continued. But since you're here, we can finish up quickly."

"Oh? What were you readi--"

"NOTHING!" she answered with a high-pitched squeak. Her foot caught the erotic novella and she kicked it behind her, watching the book slide across the floor and under one of the bookcases. She winced at having to treat a book (even a dirty one) that way, but still managed to give him a nervous smile. "Ahem... nothing interesting," she said. "Just stuff about dragons, nothing you don't already know. Anyway, if you're okay with continuing tonight, I think we can get this done in a couple more hours."

He arched an eyebrow, but to Twilight's relief he didn't press her for the unusual reaction, shrugging as he returned to his seat next to her. "Y'know, you could've just asked me about dragon details while I was here, you weirdo," he chuckled. "I hope you weren't just getting lonely after I left."

"Just a little!" she said defensively, folding her arms as her wings fluffed up. "It's a lot of work!"

"Then let's get to it!" he said, cracking his knuckles and puffing out a short jet of fire.

For the next hour the pair worked in tandem, Twilight reading off the contents of each scroll, signing them when needed and directing Spike to send it off or file away for later reference. His presence was invaluable as always, as one of the only beings in Equestria capable of sending correspondence instantly and safely, to exactly where it needed to go. It had required annual trips around the kingdom to become familiar with each inhabitant, to learn who to send each parcel (the "where" was conveniently handled by the magic), but his mind and memory were as sharp as his teeth. A blast of magical fire and the job was done – the scroll was delivered exactly who it needed to be.

Now Twilight could actually focus on her work, no longer feeling bored or lonely with Spike at her side. Little by little, the pair chipped away at the massive pile of scrolls to Twilight's left; the pile on her right was completely gone, Spike having caught up within ten minutes of starting. Now there were only five more left to get through, and she felt energized at the final stretch. "Request for a research grant from Dr. Whooves – pretty sure that's in our budget," she noted, scribbling her signature and rolling the scroll back up, then holding it out to him. "Spike?"

"One for the good doctor's lab." He took the scroll and incinerated it in a split second. "He should get it immediately, he's known to work all night."

"Too true, but at least he's not the only one," she sighed, grabbing another scroll. "Next is... a request for an investigation into a possible bugbear sighting." She scratched another signature and handed it to Spike. "Forward this request to Special Agent Sweetie Drops; even if her group is dissolved, she'll have a better idea of who can handle it."

"One recommendation to Bon Bon," Spike replied, engulfing it in flames. "Beats you and the girls having to do it."

"Tell me about it," she chuckled, unrolling the next letter. "Alright, the next is – oh!" A pair of ticket stubs fell onto the table, each marked with a violet treble cleft and two bridged eighth-notes. She scanned the scroll quickly, her brow raised. "Ooo, it's an invitation to a dual performance with Octavia and 'DJ Pon-3' later this month! I'd be glad to attend! Toss the scroll, file away the tickets--"

"And add it to your schedule," he finished, jotting it down in here daily planner just as the scroll burned away. "You have a few weeks to find a plus-one. Any ideas?"

"For coming back to help me with this, I might take [i]you[/i]," she said warmly, reaching over to him and squeezing his shoulder. She'd done it hundreds of times with him around, but this time she couldn't ignore the firm musculature of his upper arm beneath her soft fingers. Her breath caught in her chest and she nearly coughed, looking up at him. He wasn't dressed in much, other than a gilded loincloth meant to conceal his maleness, so his physical impressiveness was on full display as it always had been. But now something was different – she couldn't help [i]appreciating[/i] his body for once, the strength in his arms and chest, perfectly capable of pinning down a willing mare; even the extra, trivial girth around his midsection spoke to his strength rather than sloth. She averted her eyes, her cheeks flushed and burning hot.

But Spike didn't seem to notice anything, and was chuckling appreciatively at her invitation as he slid the tickets into the inner pocket of her daily planner. "Not really my scene, but I won't say no as long as they have sufficient seating for a seven-foot dragon. Take Rarity if you have the chance, though – she loves Octavia's performances."

Her name caused Twilight's ears to fold back jealously, a pang of hurt rending through her chest; her brief flare-up of arousal cooled over in a flash. "Hmph... maybe. I haven't really had much time to speak to her, busy as she is. You'd think maybe she'd find the time to drop by." She sighed, a feeling of shame overtaking her. Rarity was many things, but it was unfair to suggest that she wasn't hard-working. "Then again, I've been busy too. Can't wait for this year's get-together with the rest of the girls. I guess we all have to grow up and be adults."

"Can't see that it would have bothered you, you've always been more mature and hard-working than most, even in your teens," Spike reasoned, smiling down at her. "Though then again, you became a princess. That's a bit more expectation and burden on your shoulders than running a bakery or vineyard." He paused, looking thoughtful. "Maybe slightly less than managing an apple-farm. But hey, if it means anything coming from me, I think you've held up really well. You deserve a break at this point, you've been at this a decade without one."

"I agree, but that'll have to wait until I've got some free time," she said, grabbing the next scroll. "And this is..."

The scroll unfurled and her face turned to a deep shade of fuchsia, as her eyes beheld a highly-detailed pop-up illustration of a [i]very[/i] robust horse cock, centered between other smaller pornstar-grade images. The header bore words "[i]Natural Male Enhancements,[/i]" though part of them was concealed by the illustration's flared head.

"An... advertisement," she groaned, dropping the scroll and hiding her face behind her hands. "Sweet Celestia, just fucking kill me now..."

Spike took the ad and peered at it, grinning as he read it aloud. "'Feel like a gelding in the bedroom? The old grey mare said you ain't what you used to be? Want to pack enough meat to make a minotaur jealous? Our natural, penis-extending supplements will put the buck back in your fuck! Guaranteed to add four to six inches!'"

"Spike, please dooooon't!" Twilight whined, laying her head on the table while wishing she could disappear. "Stop reading!"

But he grinned and pressed on, clearly enjoying her reaction. "Nono, wait, this sounds really promising though! 'Our supplement's don't stop there – order within thirty days of receiving this note and we'll throw in our Stud Stampede Spunk enhancer, guaranteed to increase testicular output by liters! Impress the princesses with the ability to douse the sun with seed, or paint her moons alabaster with cu--"

"THANKYOUSPIKETHATWILLDO!!!" Twilight cried out, holding back the urge to giggle madly out of embarrassment. "J-just burn the damn thing already!" He laughed and torched the scroll with a flicker of flame, though he made a show of dangling the scroll next to her so she could watch the cartoon dong burn away from the balls to the flare. He grinned at her and she shot him an angry look, but much as she tried make him feel [i]some[/i] shame for his antics with her glare, that damn smile was too charming for her. Soon enough, the corners of her mouth tugged up into a reluctant smile. "Damn it, you can be so immature sometimes! I don't know [i]how[/i] Rarity puts up with it!" She punched at his shoulder, to no effect.

"Aw c'mon, she gets a [i]hoot[/i] out of that stuff," he chuckled, rubbing his bicep. "I've seen her shoot down stallions with too much ego when try to woo her by telling her they're 'enhanced' with that junk. She'll be like, 'oh my, you [i]are[/i] big – much too big for your britches, [i]dahling[/i], and seeing as I've had to tailor them for you, I would know!'" he said in a half-decent impersonation of Rarity's speech mannerisms.

"Ugh, at least she [i]gets[/i] people hitting on her," Twilight sighed. "How do [i]you[/i] put up with it, then? When somepony tries to seduce your wife, I mean."

He snorted, a pair of green flames jetting from his nostrils. "Most aren't dumb enough to try when they know I'm the one she's married to," he shrugged. "The few who do have never seen me, or think that this loincloth is for show." He flicked the cloth up absently, but didn't seem to notice that it gave Twilight the briefest glimpse of his massive, soft cock and heavy balls. She turned her head and cleared her throat, trying to build her nerve back up. "Besides," he continued with a smug grin, "not to be one to [i]brag[/i], but I'm packing enough to know Rarity isn't going to give me up for anyone."

"Lucky girl," Twilight said, trying to inject admiration to cover up the envy she felt. "Well, [i]that[/i] disrupted my workflow. I'm done for tonight." She yawned and stretched out in her chair, spotting the last untouched scroll.

"Gonna just leave that?" Spike asked.

"It's just one scroll," she reasoned. "I can afford to be a little lazy for [i]one[/i] night. I have to imagine Princess Celestia didn't just read any of my letters the moment she got them." She got up, them took Spike's hands and smiled up at him. "Thanks for sticking around. I really needed the company tonight, and you really helped out – as always."

"That's what friends do, when they can," he replied gently, smiling back.

"Are you going to head home after this?" she asked.

"Hmm... nah, I don't like it when my place is empty," he admitted, looking a little embarrassed. "If I knew Rarity was waiting for me at home, I'd be there. But I don't want to fly a couple of hours back just to be alone for that long."

"You can crash here tonight, if you'd like," she offered, feeling curiously happy that she could offer him a place. "My palace is always open to you and the girls."

"That'd be great," he sighed gratefully. "I'm sure the guards will have room in the barracks for someone my size--"

"I'll set up my couch for you," she interjected quickly. The idea of him leaving her alone filled her with dread. "It's got new padding from Rarity, but the old enchantments to prevent tearing from your scales and claws, just like back at Golden Oak Library."

"Really? I don't mind, and I don't want to impose – Rarity says I've got a habit of snoring [i]really[/i] loud--"

"No arguments, I insist!" she said perhaps a little too sharply. She cleared her through and smiled. "I trust you more than almost anyone else, and the barracks beds aren't that durable anyway. Besides, I have a sound-dampening spell if you're too loud."

"Fiiiine, I'll come to your sleep-over, Twilight," he mock-groaned. "Even if it means we won't get to sleep that soon."

She turned and led him out of the library – with the private hope they wouldn't go to sleep right away.

She had just put her hand on the doorknob when she realized that it was the first time in years she had led a male up into her quarters at such a late hour. Back then there was an expectation of intimacy, silence broken only by soft, sweet whispers as the lucky stallion she brought tended to her needs. They were never suitors, as they were few and far between; and those few had lacked any of the attractive traits she sought in a lover – strength, stamina, and size. More often than not, the guards and knights of Canterlot were the only ones up to the task while being loyal enough to keep it quiet.

She would have been lying if she said she didn't know why this thought had occurred to her while Spike was in tow – whether she admitted it or not, he was the focus of her thoughts tonight. She suffered a moment hesitation before she twisted the knob and entered, beckoning Spike to follow. He stooped a bit to get in the doorway and shut the door behind him, looking around in interest. In the daytime the faux-crystal flooring and support beams kept the room brightly-lit for most of the day, provided the blinds were drawn up; but at night it glowed in the moon, shimmering like a mirror image of the starry night sky.

There was only one other occupant in the room, a middle-aged guard standing at attention by the door. He quickly bowed to the princess. "M'lady."

"Thank you, guardsman," she said kindly. "You will not need to stand at the door tonight. Take tonight off, and inform the next shift that they are relieved as well. My assistant needs a place to sleep, and I know he can protect me."

The guard glanced at Spike curiously. Spike was well-known to Canterlot, but for a moment it seemed to Twilight like the guard was imagining what the dragon's presence in her room really meant. He said nothing of it, merely bowing again. "Of course, as you wish, Your Majesty. I shall inform the others. Sleep well."

"You too," Twilight said, waving as he left. Once he was gone she turned back to Spike, who was peering at an old painting of the Golden Oak Library.

He looked back at her, clearly impressed. "It's been years since I was in this room, but it wasn't like this. Who's your interior decorator?" he asked. She arched an eyebrow and he chuckled sheepishly. "Right. She [i]would[/i] do this, I guess. And your wardrobe too."

"Most of them. She knows her fabrics and designs the way I know my thesaurus," she said, nodding as she lit a nearby lantern to illuminate the room. The reflective surface brightened most of the room in a soft light, and she gestured to the couch. "If you're not too tired, I wouldn't mind talking a bit – we don't get much time to speak."

"Is it about Rarity?" he guessed, taking a seat and stretching out.

"It can be about anything," she replied, moving to her wardrobe. "Like how things are at home, recent interests or hobbies. Sometime I wonder if asking you to continue being my assistant this whole time has robbed you of... other opportunities," she said, hoping to find the right words.

"Hey, I've had my chances to be a hero, and I think I've done really well," he said, looking genuinely content. "Besides, sooner or later, you or one of the girls are going to get into trouble, and [i]then[/i] things will be interesting."

She giggled at that, beginning to strip down. "Reliable without complaint."

"Why would I complain? We all gripe about hardship, but we always look back at those hard times with fondness," he replied. He jerked up with wide eyes, noticing that she was starting to peel away her dress. "W-whoa, Twilight! I'm right here and--"

"And...?" she asked, cutting him off with a warm smile. She turned to him, making sure he got a clear look at her full breasts, gauging his reaction. "It's nothing you haven't seen before." It wasn't much, and she wasn't going to push him for an opinion, but something in his eyes that gave her hope that she hadn't lost her beauty. Through her friends she had learned to be honest both to others and herself, and it would have been honest to say that some of the natural radiance she had in her youth had lessened. She glanced at inner mirror of her cabinet and let the dress fall, taking in her own nudity with as much of an objective eye as she could. There was subtle sag in her breasts, a minor pudge in her midsection that had formed from a lack of activity, but her hourglass figure still looked incredible, her wide hips and heavy breasts still the envy of many in Equestria, despite only standing at around five feet tall. He looked up at her and he took in a sharp breath before averting his gaze; if she had to guess, his eyes had strayed to her supple cleft, her swollen netherlips slightly moist from the arousal she had felt all night. The teasing he had done from reading the penis-enhancing ad had left her hornier than usual, as had his accidental reveal. She was prepared to tease him in return, giving him a little pout. "Or have I really lost my luster over the years?"

"What? No way!" he exclaimed, sitting up. "You're gorgeous!"

"Oh please, Spike – you can be honest with me," she sighed, blushing.

"I mean it," he insisted. "Not everypony gets to age gracefully, but you have. You have been doing more work than anyone in Equestria, except maybe Applejack, but you still look amazing where anyone else would have let themselves go."

"Hmph... well I'm glad you approve, at least," she said, approaching him and sitting at the other end of the couch. He didn't move away, but there was a bright red patch on each of his cheeks. "Seems like most don't see what you do, anymore. Or maybe they're as shy as you are?"

"W-well... I mean, you [i]did[/i] raise me from childhood to adulthood," he reasoned with a nervous chuckle. "So I see you more like a... like a mom, or an older sister." Her brow furrowed slightly and he held up his claws. "N-not that you aren't sexy or anything of course!" he added quickly. "It's more like... I dunno... when I look at you, I remember you raising me, all the hard work you put into making me who I am today. So I guess I'm trying to look at you with both love [i]and[/i] respect, y'know?"

His words brought a smile to her face, partly because of his sincere tone; though much of it was due to how shy he seemed to be. There was something there, whether he was going to admit it or not. "I appreciate that, Spike," she said gently. "It means a lot to me that you're honest about it. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable – well... maybe rile you up a bit," she admitted with a giggle. "You're cute when you're flustered."

"Yeah, well it's not the first time you and the girls have used that to get an edge over me, or keep me in check," he chuckled, looking more relaxed. "I just... I don't want to ruin what we have just because I think you look hot."

"So you think I look hot, then?" she asked. "I want to be sure. It certainly doesn't seem like the guards have maintained interest in the last five years. Used to be I could coax them into my bed, but I must have lost my appeal at some point."

He gaped at her. "What? No way, have you heard what they think about you? To them, you're the best thing since Luna came back! They [i]love[/i] you!" He hesitated. "It's kinda like how I am about seeing you naked; I'm not gonna say you aren't gorgeous, because you are, but I'm not going to say it outright because I've gotta respect the crown. If anything, I think it's because they're... I dunno... [i]intimidated[/i] by you."

She raised an eyebrow. "'Intimidated?' Spike, I'm only five feet tall."

"Yeah? So? That just means you're both a princess [i]and[/i] you have the body of a professional pornstar," he said, looking more engaged in the conversation than he was a minute ago. "You're gorgeous [i]and[/i] you're royalty – and now that you've put real years into the role most guys think they don't have what it takes to please you on both fronts."

"What do they [i]need[/i] besides dick!?" she said sharply, before slapping a hand over her mouth and blushing harder.

"I guess what they [i]need[/i] is to know that you're interested and won't think less of them," he suggested, shrugging. "If they knew you like I do, they probably wouldn't think twice about giving you some 'relief.' And let me just say that, while it [i]is[/i] a little awkward talking about this with my combination mom/sister/caretaker, I'm kind of happy that you confided in me with this. I figure it can't be easy."

She brightened at that, feeling less raw about the situation. "Thank you, Spike." She looked away for a second, then back at him. "So... you still think I'm attractive?"

He let out something between a chuckle and a groan, hiding his face in his claws. "Aw c'mon, Twilight. Yes, you're really attractive and sexy! Don't make me say it again, can't you tell I'm being honest?"

She swallowed, looking at his lap and pointing to it. "I can [i]see[/i] it, actually."

His eyes followed hers, finally spotting what they'd both been too immersed in talking to notice before. Spike's gilded loincloth had shifted aside, his enormous cock having swollen in response to all the erotic discussion. It stood well past a foot and a half in length, at least twenty inches by her reckoning – easily longer and thicker than any stallion stud she had bedded before. Even then, his sheer size and girth was a distant second in interest, compared to the fascinating shape of his penis. It lacked the rounded flare and prepuce a stallion would have, and instead bore a crown of flexible yet firm spines circling the head; a shape meant to stir the womb of a receptive mate, stimulating her body to ensure an ovum would be there the moment he planted his seed. It was a shape she was familiar with only in the sense that she recognized it from scientific research on the reproductive structures and habits of dragons, yet looking at it for what it was removed any clinical analysis she would have normally made.

This wasn't an illustration of an erect dragon penis. This was a full-sized, adult dragon cock, fully capable of breeding the first pussy it buried itself into.

Neither spoke as the massive pole throbbed and twitched at full mast, the thick veins on its surface pulsing with each heartbeat. It wasn't the first time she had seen his cock and balls, of course, but the last time had been over a decade prior, before he came of age. While he had been a handsome drake back then, it didn't compare to the muscular, draconic adonis that he was now, covered in proud muscles and smooth scales that he lacked prior to adulthood. And the look in his eye, while soft and respectful as he claimed, also held a sliver of hunger and lust that he seemed unaware of.

It was Spike who stirred first, his face as red as Twight's as he began to conceal his length in vain. "Aw crap! I'm sorry about that, Mo— I MEAN Twilight! That was--"

But she caught his wrist, and despite his greater strength she pulled it away, the draconic adonis seemingly stunned by her touch. "No, no..." she whispered. "You don't need to hide it from me, Spike." Her chest thumped wildly as she leaned in and took in every detail, committing the sight to memory. She breathed in and nearly went dizzy, detecting a pleasant smell that was both foreign and familiar. It was a scent she connected to that the horny studs she'd once brought to her bed; yet stronger and more potent, like an aromatic stimulant. Her loins ached and dew formed along her netherlips, stimulated by intense need and arousal. It was less than six inches from her fingers. She need only reach out and touch it. The rational part of her mind started to fade, slowly displaced by erotic interest and instinctual need.

"T... Twilight?"

She'd heard the waver in his hushed voice, a sign that he was as excited as he was uncertain. It was enough to stay her hand. The familial part of her, those feelings of love and bonding with someone who was like a son to her, was enough to hold her back, her hand barely two inches from his cock. Her eyes flicked up to him, searching his expression, ready to draw back if she saw the slightest hint of anger or disappointment. But while there was a slight fear in his eyes, it was overshadowed by eagerness – a deep interest in where this was going, with no hesitance on where it could end up. His eyes met hers and time seemed to stop, as she waited for a sign. He did not stop her at any rate, nor say another word.

But he nodded. It was short, a simple jerk of his head. But it was a nod.

Her hand finally crossed the last few inches and her fingers slid around his flesh. He breathed in, letting out a rumbling sigh, his eyes rolling back into his head as he leaned against the cushions. His legs parted just a bit, giving her a clearer look at his massive balls. She let ten seconds pass, waiting for him to tell her to stop, but when he didn't she scooted in, dropping to the floor on her knees.

"Oh... [i]Spike[/i]..."

She leaned it against her palm, feeling its weight in her hand, the steady pulse of blood as it coursed through his flesh, the veins along its surface twitching even as the rest of it throbbed. Her fingers wrapped around its width, the length giving a way just a little under pressure, yet it was like rock just beneath its surface. A thick bead of precum oozed from the tip, threatening to burst. A wild smile formed on her face. Her hands slid up his shaft and squeezed just beneath the head of his cock, then stroked downward, massaging her fingers into the length as she did. Spike grit his teeth, his claws digging into the couch cushions and his hips raising slightly.

"You've grown so big, Spike..." she said in a soft voice. "Mommy is [i]so[/i] proud..."

"What's... gotten into you?" he said, his breathing a little labored, clearly excited.

"I need..." she started to say, looking up at him. She could lie. But she wouldn't. Not to him. "It's been so long, Spike. There are days when I think about you, even when I'm not aware of it. Especially at night when... when you're not around," she said quietly, leaning against his leg as she toyed with his prick. The precum bead broke and oozed down his shaft, smearing against her fingers. "When I've seen how much you've grown..."

She paused and with her hand still on his cock she stood before him, no longer feeling inadequate about how she looked in front of him. His eyes followed her, straying down at her chest and widening just a little. Barely a second later she felt a subtle twitch, as if his heart had skipped a beat. There was still uncertainty in his eyes, but a growing hunger was evident.

"You really shouldn't be looking at Mommy like that," she teased, blushing. "But now that you are, I'll bet my crown you've had lurid, nasty thoughts about me while handling this handsome cock."

"Mo... I can't help it, Twilight," he said quietly. "I wasn't going to... I didn't think we would--"

"You've [i]never[/i] thought of me like this?"

He stopped short, meeting her eyes again. There was a crease in his brow, a look of guilt, and despite how much older and stronger he had become, the shadow of his hatchling self could be seen in his eyes – a look of shame, of a dragon child ready to tell the truth. "I've thought about you too, sometimes," he admitted. "... Sexually. Like I have with the rest of the girls, just how great and beautiful you all are and became. But I can't be greedy, I had to choose one. I just..."

"Chose Rarity," she finished for him, feeling guilt and envy. She stopped stroking him and swallowed, trying to push down her shame. There was hope, though, knowing that he could have picked her. He could [i]still[/i] pick her, if he wanted. "I should... I should stop. We shouldn't be doing this."

"No... no we shouldn't," Spike said quietly.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked. She wanted him to say no. And yes.

"Yes..." He hesitated. "N-no. I... I don't know," he said, looking pained. "I don't want to upset Rarity, but... I really don't want you to be sad. Or lonely." He looked away. "It's stupid, but... I can't [i]stand[/i] being alone, either. When Rarity isn't there, and it's just me, in the dead of night..." He trailed off, then looked back up at her. "I'm not scared of the dark, or being alone. But that doesn't mean I like either of them. And I don't want [i]you[/i] to be alone, not right now."

"Is that all, though?" she asked. "I know what I want, and what you want. But what is it you need?"

"N-no," he admitted, and his eyes seemed to shift back to her body. There was still guilt in them, but the hunger in them was quickly starting to outweigh it. Another, thicker gout of precum flowed from the tip, greasing up his shaft, and to her eyes it almost seemed like he gained another inch in length. "Now that it's started, I don't think... I [i]know[/i] we can't just stop. You asked me if I had regrets, if I wondered about any missed opportunities. I said I didn't, but now I'm not so sure. I need to know, Twilight... if I missed an opportunity. Because while I might regret doing [i]this[/i]... something tells me I'm going to regret it more if I pass it up." He leaned in, staring down at her. "Now tell me – what do [i]you[/i] need?"

It took a few seconds for her to answer, staring at the massive shaft of dragon-cock in her hand. Already he was as long and thick as his forearm, but she could tell he was not at full length, his cock still throbbing and swelling visibly. In those few seconds he had extended another three inches, and [i]still[/i] wasn't completely erect. A shade of doubt fell over her thoughts, as she wondered if perhaps she was in over her head. She swallowed, looking back up at him. "How much bigger does it get?"

He half-smiled. "A few inches more. Much bigger than a stallion."

"I... want it, but... I don't know if I can--"

"Rarity can handle it," he interjected.

She froze, staring at him. The look on his face told her he'd said it on purpose, and while the jealousy and guilt did sting a little, there was an implicit curve in his smile that told her he had decided not to add that Twilight could probably handle it, too. She looked away, smiling reluctantly. "Jerk."

"Why's that?" he pressed, grinning. "Because you haven't answered my question."

"I need... I need this, Spike," she said desperately. He was right, they were fucked one way or the other. She wanted to curse herself for her lust, perhaps spurred on by the natural urge to breed; to curse Spike for daring to grow up so handsome and desirable, becoming the focus of her arousal; to curse Rarity for taking him from her, even if their love was genuine. Hers was not the only love to be honest and heartfelt, not when Twilight felt such a bond with him. Emotions beyond lust and arousal surged in her chest and she shook her head, knowing she hadn't used the right words. "I need [i]you[/i], Spike. I need to know what Rarity is getting – what I'm missing."

"Then don't stop," he sighed, throwing his head back as resumed massaging his massive dragon dick. Now a steady flow of cock-grease was leaking from the thick tip of his cock, dripping down his balls and leaving a dark stain on the previously-clean couch upholstery. Every downward stroke caused him to groan through grit teeth, a growl that lacked any aggression but was loaded with tension. The aroma of his slick cock grew stronger, infecting her senses and making her head swim pleasantly. Sweat was already starting to collect on her body, and the burning in her pussy was becoming unbearable, a heat she suspected could only be cooled through seed. Already her netherlips were dripping with juice, a fragrant nectar that seemed to permeate through the air, mixing with his aroma. It seemed to have an effect on him, his hips raising each time she stroked him, gliding his cock through her fingers. "Mo-- Twilight... you know Rarity's gonna kill me for this..."

"I'm sure Rarity won't mind if I borrow her husband," she said soothingly, slipping a hand beneath his balls. "At least for tonight. She wouldn't want you to be alone. And who better to take care of you than me?" She leaned in over his cock, her heavy tits sliding around his shaft – and then hesitated for the briefest moment. If giving him a gentle handjob was riding the line of what Rarity would find acceptable, then tit-fucking would be going past the point of no return. As jealous as she was, as much as not having Spike to herself hurt, Twilight still loved Rarity as deeply as she did every one of her close friends. But guilt soon gave way to lust and affection. Spike was not just a friend, and not just her [i]best[/i] friend.

He was family.

Her tits slid down around his shaft and he groaned, thrusting up between her cleavage until his grease-slick balls rested just under her belly, with the tip of his cock an inch from her nose. In that second and a half she could see it twitch and throb visibly, a gout of precum spilling from the slit at the slit and sullying her breasts. She was no stranger to the scent of a horny stallion, no foreigner to the taste of pony arousal; but his aroma was too intense, and the moment her tongue flicked against the head of his cock she was overwhelmed by a flavor so potent it might as well have been a drug. Her knees trembled and she nearly fell to the floor, but Spike seemed to have enough mental clarity for him to sit up slightly, his tail going rigid as she landed firmly in it.

Her eyes went wide as her unprotected pussy slid against the smooth scales of his tail, grazing along her clit; something akin to a chirp and a whinnie poured from her lips, her nethers getting wetter by the second. She took a moment to plant her feet firmly against the floor, working her tits and tongue around his massive shaft. But Spike did not seem content to be idle, using his strong tail to lift her up each time almost too easily, curling around her loins and resting just beneath her tail. It was not unlike those lonely nights where she'd used a pillow for her own pleasure, but this was firm enough to support her weight, yet just smooth enough to bring a divine level of ecstasy to her swollen, sensitive pussy lips. Without a word between them they moved their bodies in perfect rhythm, matching each other's pace, as if there was a silent agreement to take care of each other's sexual needs. Every time Spike's tail rippled and curled, Twilight would let out a gasp and grind against it, sending pleasant tingles through her loins; every time she kissed the tip of his cock or flicked his tongue against its savage-shaped crown, he was arch his back and dig his claws deeper into the couch cushions.

Her vision blurred and her head drooped from the sheer haze of lust addling her senses, but when it finally cleared she became aware that the massive head of his prick was now in her mouth, her lips pursed around its girth. Her tongue lashed against the salty slit that was generating even more lubricant into her mouth. Even with his cock between her lips, the moan she let out was shockingly loud, enough that the tiniest part of clarity still left in her mind knew that the sound would carry through the dark, empty halls of her castle. She nearly leaned in to take more of his cock, but before she could fit even an extra inch of dragon dick past her lips, he sat up and grabbed her head gently, pulling her away.

"N-no, don't do that!" he gasped.

Her heart raced as she reared back, fearful that she had gone too far and too fast. "I-I'm sorry Spike! Please forgive me!" she squeaked.

"N-no, it's alriaaaaRRGGH!!"

He jerked his hips up, his cock spearing past her tits and grazing her chin, nor more than a few inches away. It was close enough that she could make out the shape of the thick cum-vein running underneath his cock; close enough that after a few seconds, she could see it flutter and throb, swelling and distending as the first rope of his cum erupted from the tip and arced through the air. She gaped at it like it was a constellation, glistening in the moonlight like stars in the night sky – until it fell directly on her face, painting it alabaster. Her jaw dropped in awe, leaving it open to catch the second and third blast of his seed on her lips and tongue. It was far thicker than that of any pony she had bedded, tasting salty and sweeter than she had imagined it would. Spike relaxed after the fifth rope oozed down his cock and smeared against her tits, shivering as he stared at her. Her tongue lapped around the edges of her mouth, collecting as much seed as she could, before making a show of swallowing every drop she had been lucky to catch.

"That... was awesome," he groaned through labored breaths.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed it so far."

"N-no, it's alright – you didn't do anything wrong. I'll be honest – that grinding on my balls and cock? Big fan of that. It feels so fucking good."

"I thought I might have hurt you for a second," she admitted, sighing in relief.

"Oh no, far from it!" he assured her. With a trembling claw he traced around the crown of his cock, brushing against the flexible, barb-like protrusions as he gave her a shaky smile. "But you really don't want to go down on it all the way, not orally. Trust me, it feels fucking [i]awesome[/i] to me, but those fleshy spines always make Rarity sick. I don't want to put you through that, Mo-- [i]Twilight[/i]!" he said quickly, muttering a silent curse.

The accidental slip widened her smile, moreso as it seemed to trigger some inner arousal and make his cock throb more visibly. She grabbed the base of his breeding pole with one hand, subjecting it to a few more gentle strokes; the other reached out to a nearby cabinet, her horn glowing for a few moments. The cabinet opened and from it a clean white towel was summoned, which she quickly used to start wiping herself down.

"Aww, don't do that," Spike sighed, half-smiling. "You looked sexy with my load on your face and tits."

"I'll bet, but I want to feel a little cleaner tonight," she said, keeping the hand on his cock moving with gentle strokes. "Did you like that?"

"Why are you asking me that? I just gave your face more frosting than a pastry from Sugarcube Corner," he chuckled. "I think that speaks for itself."

She giggled, then treated him to a more serious smile. "Spike... be honest with me. Did you ever think of me in this way when you were younger? I-I mean not [i]that[/i] young, but when you were at the age to start thinking of the opposite sex? Even when you thought of me as your parent?"

He winced, but didn't hide his smile, sitting up and looking away. "C'mon, Twilight... you really gotta come at me with that kind of question?" She gave him a mock glare and he let out a reluctant chuckle "O-okay, yes, I [i]did[/i] sometimes think of you sexually, a little after my growth spurt. I mean... [i]all[/i] of you girls, even. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, all of you were some of the most gorgeous mares in Equestria. And you were the ones I knew best, aside from Ember and Gabby, but... I didn't know them like I knew you. Like I [i]know[/i] you," he amended himself, giving her a warm, sad smile.

She smiled back, still feeling the sting of guilt and jealousy in her breast. "This is wrong, I know."

"Yeah... it is," he nodded. "And more than a little too late to take it back. So if you don't wanna stop..."

She nodded, then took his hand and 'helped' him up. A little tug was all she could manage, the dragon far too heavy with muscle for her to have a chance of budging without magic; but he followed anyway, getting to his feet and letting him be led to her king-sized bed, his gilded loinsloth slipping off his hips and leaving him completely exposed. He sat down first, but took her in his arms, sliding a claw between her legs even as she started stroking him off again. "Wow, you're... really hot, Twilight. Physically and literally, I think you might be--"

"Going through estrus?" she finished for him, swallowing. "Probably, yes... my core feels like it's boiling." She leaned in, batting her eyelids at him and producing as sweet a whisper as she could. "My womb is aching for your seed... so be a good boy, and fill mommy up..."

He jerked in place and his hand twitched just enough that a pair of his digits slid past her folds and scraped through her inner walls with his dull claws. For a moment she blacked out, and the last thing she saw was her head drooping into his chest. When she came to, perhaps a second later, she was straddling his lap with her arms around his neck, her lips locked against his muzzle in a deep, passionate kiss. A storm of emotions raged through her mind, her chest aching with love for Spike. A pair of tears rolled down her face, formed from the knowledge of so much time lost, lamenting a love she'd lost a chance on, guilt on the betrayal she was committing, and the resignation that this would be their only night together. The tear broke on her breasts, and with it came relief and joy.

The kiss broke and she stared up at him with blurry eyes. "Spike, I--"

"Don't say anything you don't mean, or can't take back," he warned her, though the pain in his eyes was all the evidence she needed to know how he felt. "Because if you mean what you say... I'll have to be honest, too."

She hesitated for only a moment before making her decision, leaning in and kissing him again with a muffled moan, her arms wrapping around his neck. He responded in kind, his forked tongue slithering past her lips. She braced her feet against the bed, getting to her feet, lips still locked to her lover's; then reached behind her, groping blindly until her wrist bumped against his cock. It had taken only a kiss for her to get him back to full mast, sticky with the mess they'd made earlier and now leaking with arousal. His hands reached up, cupped her ass and squeezed, a groan erupting from his lips as she backed up and placed her netherlips against the fat head of his cock.

The kiss broke and she looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "I love you."

He smiled back, and while there was slight pain in his eyes he looked elated. "I love you too... 'Mom.' But you really shouldn't say things you can't take back..."

"I mean it," she said, blinking as the tears rolled down her face. "Oh, Spike... I was so stupid to let you go, please stay with me... I need you..."

"I'll stay with you, Twilight," he assured her, running his hand down her back, stopping once it reached her ass. It took only a little pressure for him to force her down.

She cried out, arching her back and grabbing his forearms as she descended down his cock, displacing the spunk he had left in her only hours prior. A violent shudder ran down her spine as more than half his cock disappeared past her pussy lips, until it bottomed out only a few inches from the base. She gasped, dizzy from such intense bliss that if she hadn't been impaled on over a foot and a half of dragon cock, she might have toppled off him. Spike shuffled slightly under her, groaning as he did, until his legs were bent behind her, giving her support to lean back on. They held each other by the wrists, his grip firm as he rolled his hips up, bucking up into her tunnel.

Another cry tore through her as she was raised, his strength enough to lift her slightly, and she took it as her cue to contribute. Without a word of direction they moved in tandem, the dragon-stud raising his hips with steady, strong thrusts; while her legs tensed and relaxed, riding her mate carefully. She risked a look down, nearly swooning at the sight of his massive cock causing a bulge in her midsection that left no doubt in her mind how deep he had claimed her. Her pussy burned with arousal seconds later, a minor climax rocking through her and making each thrust easier as she glazed his cock with another deluge of juices. Yet while her body trembled from the waves of ecstasy, her legs maintained their strength; and while it addled her senses with lust, she felt invigorated instead of exhausted. She clamped around his girth, riding her stud and savoring the feel of his cock grinding past her inner walls. While Spike was contributing to their lovemaking, it was Twilight in control, putting years of experience and technique developed from stallion lovers into riding her current lover – a superior to any she'd known, in every way.

"Twilight... ease up," Spike groaned, reaching up and squeezing her tits. "We've got all night."

"And only tonight," she whimpered, grabbing his wrists. Her womb burned so badly, it was a wonder to her she hadn't burst into flames, yet his pre-cum seemed to cool that heat. "So many years lost, when we could have had this and so much more. I don't want tonight to end, Spike. Please don't let it!"

He winced, his eyes flicking to the side. "Twilight, calm down... they're going to hear you throughout the castle."

"Let them!" she cried out, her hands sliding into his and their fingers intertwining. "I don't care anymore! I'm sorry, I'm such a fool!"

"Twilight—"

"I don't want to be a princess anymore, I just want to be yours!" she confessed, her heart aching for him even as she worked her ass up and down his shaft, desperate to remain connected for as long as she could. Before she could speak another word, he cupped her face and stared into her eyes again, his smile calm and understanding. His thumb wiped away a tear and he spoke, his voice a gentle rumble.

"You [i]are[/i] mine, Twilight. As much as I am yours."

All her worry and anxiety vanished at the sound of those words, a reassurance that he would not leave her, that he'd always be a part of her life – and an unspoken promise that what they had now would never cease, come what may. She gave in to him entirely, shedding all guilt and concern so she could focus on their intense lovemaking. Hand in hand they pair continued, losing themselves to ecstasy and carnal bliss, bodies flexing and squeezing. His hips never ceased, steady and smooth rolls that she rode easily, her own hips raising and descending to meet his every time in perfect rhythm. Each thrust caused her tits to bounce, her chest heaving as the exertion labored her breathing. She looked to Spike, the dragon's eyes half-lidded and his head rolling side to side, as if struggling with guilt and pleasure, with the latter winning out.

His claws left her hands and reached her tits, palming them with care. He groaned from exertion and lust, but even so his expression was like that of a horny stallion gazing at a nude model, his eyes tinged with wonder as his fingers stroked and caressed parts of her body he had never explored. Despite having lovers that had explored every inch of her, all to bring her ecstasy, this was the first time she'd ever felt a lasting tingle long after Spike's touch had passed, a thrill that built with every new area his lips and hands explored. Between his gentle hands; the long, massive cock that was pounding away at her pussy; and the comfort of her hands entwined with a lover she truly loved, she was lost in a sexual paradise.

"Twilight... you really grew up to be gorgeous," he groaned. "I'd always dreamed that maybe I'd get the chance, but... the reality is so much more... [i]perfect[/i]."

"Just lay back and let me take care of you, baby," she cooed, leaning towards him. "Momma's gonna treat you just right. Tell me when you're close."

"I'm so close now," he admitted, his breathing becoming more ragged. He grabbed her hips, pushing her up. "Gonna cum, get off me so I can--"

"Not happening," she said in a seductive voice, slamming back down on him. Her horn glowed and his hands slid back up her body, up to her tits. She grinned down at him, flaunting her wings a little; lost in lust, he was vulnerable to a bit of her magic. "I told you – you're gonna be a good boy and fill me up!"

He growled, his face contorted with pain and pleasure as he gave in, letting out a choked snarl as he thrust up a final time, burying his cock to the hilt and nestling the brutal head of his cock against her womb. She screamed and arched her back, suffering a mind-shattering orgasm, barely able to stay conscious enough to grab his forearms to keep her upright. She could feel almost every pulse and throb of his cock, buried keep in her body, as it hit the apex of physical ecstasy. When it finally hit her, she understood why it took so long for it to happen. Any other lover would have blasted her full of a thick slurry a half-second into their climax, drowning her womb in equine seed; though none would have dared sealed her with a breeding plug. But a dragon of Spike's generous proportions would need those several seconds to channel that spunk.

"Oh... oh [i]fuck[/i]!" he snarled.

"Yes!" she mewled. "Give me all of it!"

She felt the first blast of seed like it was a hose flooding her with molten spunk, a heavy weight that left a sensation of fullness in her belly. The delicious, churning warmth grew with every massive load he pumped into her, and before long the excess spilled out of her hole and down his cock and balls, despite the tight seal his girth provided. She gasped and squirmed in his lap, finally settling against his raised knees and sighing, their combined juices pooling on his stomach. The urge to giggle took root and bloomed, her face sweaty and red as a perverse though flitted through her mind.

Rarity would be [i]furious[/i] to know what was happening with her designer sheets.

She focused so deeply on the feeling of being bred with a full load of dragon cum, hanging on to each second and stretching it out into minutes. Eventually the flow of his seed trickled away and he shivered, his head drooping for a moment before he rolled on to his side and took her with him. Another shaky moan flowed from her as he drew his still-firm cock out of her used pussy, a deluge of his warm cum oozing down her ass. She had little time to savor it, as Spike reached out with one arm and scooped her into his embrace. She giggled and snuggled into his body, resting her head against his chest. The steady thumping of his heartbeat was like a dull and deep bass drum, easing in pace as they settled into the afterglow of intense sex.

"That was... Sweet Celestia you felt so good," Spike groaned, rubbing her back. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No," she cooed, nuzzling into his chest. "But I need a breather after that... you're too good." She giggled again. "And Rarity gets to have this every night? How does she do it?"

"She's stronger than people give her credit for," he said, sliding his hand around her ass and giving it a squeeze. "You, though... that was better than I imagined." He let out a pleased sigh. "I need a break, too."

"As long as you need," she said softly, feeling exhaustion blanketing over her. "Just keep holding me..."

She awoke with a jolt, letting out a little gasp as she did. For a few moments her body tensed, feeling a clawed hand on her back, but it was the deep breathing and barely-audible thump of Spike's heartbeat that put her at ease once again. His heavy arms kept her in place, though his embrace was loose enough for her to shuffle onto her side and stare up into a window high above the bed. It was still evening, barely three hours past sunset by her reckoning. On any other night she would have been fast asleep, but now that she was awake all exhaustion seemed to have left her.

Yet she did not pull away from Spike, resting her head on his chest again. She didn't need to look up to know that he was awake. She doubted he had ever dozed off, had probably spent the last couple of hours thinking. He stirred slightly and she waited, knowing he was trying to find something to say.

His voice was low. "We can't go back."

She swallowed, nodding. "No. Not after this."

"... I don't know how we're going to handle this. But I'm in it now, and now is where I'm gonna focus." He stroked her back. "No regrets."

She looked up at him, expecting to see doubt on his face. There wasn't a trace of regret in his smile. Curious, she climbed atop his lap, her hands on his chest. "No? Even after..."

"I took an opportunity and I enjoyed it," he said, nodding. "If I'd even suspected that I'd have missed out on something like this, I would have regret it for the rest of my life. The only real regret is that I waited so long, passed this up when things could have been so much different."

"Like how?" she asked, leaning in.

He looked away, his face flushed red. "Maybe it would have been you, instead of Rarity," he said, shrugging. "If you hadn't become a princess, of course. But even then, I still would have tried to make it work. And now that we're here like this, I'm willing to try to make this work."

The admission stunned her. For a few moments she lost the ability to form words, still processing on the fact that he was taking this so well. A wild urge to laugh nearly overtook her. She covered her mouth and giggled into it. "Don't be silly, Spike. You can't marry your own mother."

He blinked, then looked away indignantly, letting out a snort and a short jet of green dragon flame. "Y-you know what I mean!" he said. "I can look at you as both, you know! At this point I think we both know I [i]do[/i] see you like that."

"I'm just teasing you, hon," she said sweetly, leaning in and nuzzling him just beneath his jaw. "I'm glad you feel that way. I do too."

"Then do you [i]really[/i] want me to stay with you tonight?" he pressed, staring into her eyes. "This went in a completely different direction than I thought it would. You begged me to stay, and I will if that's what you want. But if I do... this night will go on."

She didn't answer immediately, captivated as she was by his deep green eyes. The same eyes that had seen her first when he hatched; they had watched her grow from a student in Canterlot to a resident in Ponyville, bearing witness to so many adventures and sticking with her through thick in thin. No fight between them had left them apart, no argument had reduced how much she loved and cared for him, as he did her. He was there when she became Celestia's protege, was there when she was coronated – and even after, he remained at her side. Not as a mate.

A life-long companion.

She looked back, shivering at the feel of his enormous cock nestled against her ass, the curve causing the tip to caress the middle of her back. Already a small pool of her juices had developed just above the base of his cock, dribbling down his thighs and balls. Lust had long since outweighed her guilt, barely a dull discomfort in her chest as she got up and climbed into bed, spreading her legs with her ass up and tail flagged in the air. He followed suit, getting up behind her, sliding his cock between her ass cheeks; they both moaned in unison, each sharing the other's heat. Twilight could hardly fathom how his cock felt warmer that her loins, a tingle creeping through her skin as it drooled more precum against her backside and vulnerable hole. He pulled back until the head was against her cleft, and she responded by pushing back against it. His girth spread apart her netherlips gradually, until with a short but sharp jerk of his hips it slid right in, drilling past her folds and burying several inches into her sweltering depths.

She cried out and nearly fell face-first into bed, but he caught her in his arms and allowed her to lay against him. The pair trembled in silence, locked in the intimate a pose and neither daring to move before they were ready. Twilight could only wordlessly marvel at the sensations she was experiencing, a cock far longer and thicker than any she'd had in her life. She could feel her inner walls twitching, molding itself around his cock; the gentle throb of each crown-piece that followed the heavier throb of his overall girth. She steeled herself, pulling away from his cock little by little, letting out tiny gasps of joy. Where she normally felt an emptiness each time her lovers drew out of her pussy, there was a lingering sensation, a tingle as his soft barbs caressed past the velvet-smooth inner walls. She pushed back again, letting out a long moan that rang through the room and caused her cheeks to burn. Her head swayed and she leaned back into Spike's chest, breathing heavily.

"It's... so good, but it's too much," she whimpered. "I'm sorry, I'm trying to--"

"No need to apologize, [i]Mom[/i]," he murmured into her ear with a subtle growl. "You raised your boy so he could handle taking charge, after all."

Before she could ask what he meant he pushed her back down carefully, back onto her hands and knees. She shuddered violently, quickly realizing she was at his mercy. She could do nothing but grip at the sheets as he put his weight and strength into rolling his hips into her. Her eyes went wide and she cried out, her back arching as his massive cock seemed to split her apart, splaying out her netherlips and reaching depths no stallion could have ever hoped to reach. Her pussy quivered around his shaft, almost as if it could not decide whether it was trying to loosen to let him free, or tighten so he would remain inside. Her legs made the decision, as they spread farther apart and pushed back against him, her clenching quim trying to hold him in place as she wailed and writhed beneath him. Every thrust felt like a light blow to the stomach, albeit devoid of any pain and filled with pure pleasure. What had been a light dew on her folds was now a lurid and slick cocktail of her juice and his cock-grease, easing the friction of his cock as it sawed back and forth through her walls; yet not so much that it didn't cause sparks of heat and bliss to zap through her nerves.

"Mo... Twilight..." His voice was a pained growl. "So good... need..."

"Mmm... need what? You can cum where you want..."

"No... can't think straight..." he groaned in a slurred voice. "Need... you..."

"I'm right here, Spike," she moaned, pushing back against him. His claw snaked out and slid around her neck and throat, pulling her back. Her eyes went wide as her ability to breathe became limited, her ear next to his snout.

"No... [i]mine[/i]..." he rumbled. "Belong... to [i]me[/i]..."

Her hand went to her stomach, feeling the massive girth stretch her hole and leaving the shape of his cock bulging through the surface. Every time he drew back it was like being hollowed out from the inside, as if she were emptier, until he plowed back in. If there was any pain at all, it was that brief sense of loss during those moments, and quickly outweighed by the sheer pleasure of being rutted by a stud of a dragon. The pace quickened, his hips pummeling against her soft ass and his heavy balls clapping against her clit. By his sheer girth alone he was putting pressure on her g-spot, and his pelvic shelf beat delightfully against her slit, sending zaps of extra joy through her tunnel. By now the lewd slickness of their combined sexual juices had left enough of a sheen against her backside that each heavy orb had a string of it connecting them. And all the while she sang for him, a wordless series of sexual moans – the only way she could convey her bliss.

Suddenly he threw his head back and groaned, easing into the bed and bearing his full weight on her, until her stomach was against the mattress. In seconds she became fully aware of how much he was holding back, his growling and snarling picking up in volume as he drilled into her sopping-wet hole, rolling his hips around and stretching her out. Without warning he arched his back and sheathed nearly every inch of dragoncock into her body, nearly knocking the wind out of her and reducing her to complete silence. Somewhere just below her tits she could feel him throbbing within her, like a second heartbeat just slightly off-pace from her own. For a few moments they were frozen in place, peering into each other's eyes, and for Twilight's part she could not properly parse through every possible emotion she was feeling – a mix of joy, grief, shame, and satisfaction. She felt the swell of his cock, the throbbing of his balls as they pumped their contents through his swollen cum-vein. The first wave of his potent cum hit the walls of her womb and she found her voice again, crying out and arching her back as the beautiful, delicious heat of his seed seared her heated walls. His strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her back up. She leaned back against him allowing him to lift her chin and turn her face, just enough so that his lips could meet hers. This, combined with his claw slipping from her breast and down to her belly, made her quiver.

"O-oh Spike!" she gasped. The blooming heat in her belly seemed to quell the ache of her estrus, her heat alleviated. "That was so fucking go--"

That was as far as she got before he pushed her down, her face hitting the pillow with a squeak. It was strong enough that she slipped off his cock, his cum drooling out of her aching cleft, allowing her to roll onto her back with a glare.

"Hey, what's the big--"

The words died on her lips as she looked up at him. His eyes were glowing and his body was shaking, not out of fear or pain, but as if he was straining to hold something back. The look he was giving her was something between deep desire and carnal lust, as if she'd casted a Want-It Need-It spell on herself and he had stared at her too long. She had studied fauna alongside Fluttershy long enough to know the gaze of a male in the middle of rutting season, ready to beat all contenders and claim their females repeatedly. They were the eyes of a stud with breeding on their mind. He leaned in, taking a long sniff of her body and she moaned, shivering with both fright and delight; to be wanted, [i]needed[/i] so deeply as to sink into a feral mindset.

"Get... pregnant..." he growled.

She stared at him, hardly daring to move lest he pounce on the opportunity before she was prepared. Somewhere in the back of her mind was a vague curiosity, a half-forgotten study on the mating habits of dragons and the potential for hybrid offspring with any number of pony cultures. But in the forefront was a wild, crazed mare who was ready to begin testing that hypothesis; and it was that mare who spread her legs apart, ready to take that dragon cock, ready to beg for his offspring. Her hand slid across her belly, still slightly swollen with his seed, and unbidden images of a larger belly flickered through her mind, spiking her arousal.

With a roll of his hips he re-sheathed himself back into the mare, the impact of his cock against her womb knocking the air out of her; and with the carnal, frantic thrusting that came after it was hard for her to regain her breath, leaving her incapable of forming coherent sounds let alone words until he had bucked into her a dozen times. Just as she was on the cusp of speaking, she reached out with a trembling hand towards the ceiling, her horn glowing pink as she channeled what little focus she could into a spell that would have otherwise been second nature. For a brief moment they were covered in what looked like a pink dome of energy that went completely translucent, and the vulgar sounds of their fucking seemed to echo around them. She finally let loose with an erotic scream, reaching up to grab Spike's arms as her body was subjected to the dragon stud's breeding, tears of joy and ecstasy streaming down her face.

"Do it!" she wailed. "[i]Ruin[/i] me! Make me yours!"

"Twilight..." he growled. "[i]Mine[/i]!"

"Yes, yours!" She squeezed around him, legs trying to wrap around his waist. No longer did she feel the need to hold back her words, not when she had a sound-proof spell covering them. Without the concern that her guards would come in running at the sound of her screaming, she didn't have to maintain her volume; something that soon became impossible as he railed her harder than a stud high off the scent of her heat. He force of each heavy thrust caused the headboard of her bed to slam repeatedly against the wall, its percussion adding to the erotic clapping of his slick balls against her ass. A crack sounded beneath them and the bed seemed to tilt slightly to one side, yet it did nothing to slow Spike's breeding, his breath coming out in ragged growls and snarls, snorting like a minotaur while jets of green flame issued from his nostrils. The most coherent sliver of her mind realized that her spell might not be enough to muffle the noises they were making, while every remaining fiber of her body did not care. She writhed beneath him, offering her body with trembling, upturned loins, rising to meet his powerful, pistoning hips. Her chest rose and fell as the exertion labored her breathing, though her tits bounced with every beat.

He dipped his head low, staring down at her. His normally round pupils had constricted into slits, yet there was a strange glimmer in them, a tinge of understanding deep beneath the instinct he had fallen into – and a subtle, worried crease in his brow. As brutal as his breeding had become, he had retained just enough of himself to not hurt her. His words seemed to slur, but the desperation was clear enough. "Soon... gonna... soon!"

She clung to his shoulders, shuddering as another orgasm rocked through her, staring into his eyes. "Please! Rut me like the beast you are – use me like the cocksleeve I am! Sire your clutch in me!"

His roar was almost defeaning within the confines of her soundproofing spell, shaking the bed to its limits as it fell apart with several sharp cracks. She could feel the vibration of his voice in her core, her back arching and her slick, vice-like pussy fluttering around his cock as it prepared one last, massive load. A fresh surge of hot, potent spunk scalded her inner walls and wombs, painting them alabaster with a thick veneer. It remained as thick and abundant as his first had been – his previous climaxes hadn't caused his output to lessen at all. The seal around her quivering pussy and his cock was looser now, the excess cum splattering the bed and all but ruining Rarity's designer bedsheets, but Twilight could not have cared less.

Both their bodies shook as they suffered through the blissful agony of their respective orgasms, but it was Spike who came out of his first, his head drooping low before he heaved himself to the side. He had just enough presence of mind not to smother her with his body. His cock slurped right out of her used pussy, stained with a frothy white cocktail of dragon cum and mare juice, though he made no attempt to clean himself as he rolled onto his back. Twilight clung to his arm, nuzzling into his shoulder; it was as if an instinctive part of her needed to feel him, to be close to him, for her to feel safe.

"Spike," she gasped, her head swimming. "Thank you... that was amazing..."

"I... didn't hurt you... right?" he asked, panting.

"Not... at all..." she assured him, giggling. "Although... you owe me... a new bed..."

He grinned weakly, sliding his arm under her. "Yeah, well... that was totally worth it."

She beamed up at him, sliding her hand into his. Though neither of them said more, there was no awkwardness as there had been before, even after all they'd said and done. The afterglow of their lovemaking draped over her like a warm blanket, and though she felt sore and sticky in many places she couldn't remember a time where she felt more at peace than now. In a strange way it reminded her of her youth, cuddling the young dragon during lonely nights when she needed a friend. Sex or not, there was a calm joy being nestled against him. The important things and people in her life hadn't changed – they'd simply... grown. In that, she mused to herself, her value of those things had grown as well.

He rolled onto his side to face her, putting a claw on her belly with a grin. "So... what are you going to name them?"

Her eyes went wide and her cheeks burned as she started to sputter. "W-what? Spike, you know that I-- I mean, well... there's no [i]documented[/i] examples of... you know-- n-not that I would mind, it's just with my responsibilities-- as long as they're yours, I suppose I wouldn't mi--"

His laugh cut her off, and though he tried to stifle it with a sheepish grin and chuckle she pouted and bopped his snout with a half-hearted fist. "Believe me, I've read into it," he said after he'd calmed down. "And honestly, I give it my best like it's gonna happen. So you never know – it could!" He gave her a knowing smile. "But you didn't last this long as a princess if you didn't have an out. An anti-fertility spell, maybe?"

"Mmph... yes," she admitted reluctantly, folding her arms. "I haven't had to use it in years, but... it's more thorough than an aftermorning pill, and I don't get sick." She looked away. "I mean... if you really want me to use it..."

"Hmm... not really," he said, licking her cheek. "But we should be responsible all the same."

Reluctant as she was, she found herself nodding. "I do love you, Spike. But I don't want to overcomplicate things, either. Not until we figure out how Rarity will react." She swallowed. "Assuming either of us are bold enough to tell her."

"We will, eventually," he sighed. "I don't want to keep this from her. And I'd rather not damage your relationship with her. I'll take full blame for it."

"You'll do no such thing," she said firmly. "We're in it together. She's my friend – she deserves the honest truth, even if it means I take some blame."

He smiled. "Alright. But somehow, I don't think things will turn out that bad. Just give it time. We'll work it out."

"I hope so," she yawned, snuggling against his chest. Exhaustion finally started to seep in. "Oof... I don't think I can stay awake much longer. You really wore me out."

"Then get some rest," he said softly, kissing the tip of her horn. "I'll be right here. Promise."

She nearly dozed off as he finished, but she fought it back, hugging him tight. "Spike... just want you to know... whatever happens... I meant everything tonight."

"So did I," he rumbled gently, squeezing her gently. "Sleep tight, Twilight."

It'd been years since Twilight had shared a bed with anyone, as even those she took as lovers for one-night stands often didn't stay the whole night. Sleeping in Spike's arms had brought about rest like she'd never known, her dreams consisting of shades of violet and green, the steady sound of deep breathing, and a warm embrace. It wasn't until the sun crept over the horizon and into her room that she shifted around and opened her eyes. With a groan and a sigh she rolled onto her back and attempted to get up – only for Spike's arms to keep her pinned down.

She stared up at him with a blush, the events of the night coming back to her with clarity and culminating in a quiet giggle. Even as a child he had been something of a deep sleeper, preferring to sleep in when he could afford to, so she was careful about extricating herself out of his arms. It took a minute of squirming around and slipping under his elbow, but soon enough she was free and swinging her legs over the side, finding the floor a good six inches closer than usual. She stepped out of the bed and over a shattered bedpost, surveying the damage with a wince. It'd been years since he'd accidentally shattered furniture, and he'd been thorough enough in destroying the bed that the floor tiles beneath the legs and the wall behind the backrest both bore thin cracks.

"Sweet Celestia," she muttered, wondering how she had managed to endure such a savage fucking. Then the numbness of sleep wore off and she hissed in pain, feeling the ache of tender thighs, aching hips, a back-cramp, and the soreness of a well-fucked pussy. Even so, she regarded Spike fondly, watching him sleep with a goofy smile on his face. She wouldn't wake him yet. He'd earned a full morning of snoozing, enough that she made it a point to close the blinds to her balcony, keeping her room nice and shaded for him. Once she was done she rummaged through her wardrobe, donning a common t-shirt and bedrobe before quietly slipping out the door.

She moved stiffly, still feeling a slight stickiness between her legs that she was in no hurry to tend to. Only a handful of guards seemed to be on-duty in the early hours of the morning, and by her reckoning the kitchen would be staffed and working on breakfast. Instead, she headed towards the library, finding it completely empty. For a few moments she looked under each of the bookshelves behind her desk, spotting the erotic novella she'd kicked out of sight beneath one of them, gathering it and dusting it off with a sigh. She returned to her desk and slid it back into into her secret stash, then eased into her chair (with a slight groan from her aching back) and opened the drawer above it, fishing out a mug, a teabag, a bottle of water, and a self-heating kettle.

"A little peppermint tea wouldn't go amiss," she sighed, setting everything up and reclining in her chair.

She stared at the kettle, her thoughts straying towards Rarity. Twilight had been honest to Spike when she said she didn't regret their tryst; but to say she didn't still feel some level of guilt was a lie she was in no mood to avoid. How she could even face one of her best friends after fucking her husband was beyond her – no adventure in Ponyville or threat to Equestria seemed nearly as daunting as the prospect of having to admit to Rarity that she'd had an affair. Still, there was a calmness in her nerves, one that Twilight was willing to guess was as much resignation as it was the mark of a pony that had seen and faced enough in her life to know that panicking wasn't going to help anyone.

"Just need to face the music," she said dully.

She eyed the kettle with a frown, wishing it would hurry up. Her eyes flicked to the side for only a moment, picking up the shape of a single scroll near the end of her desk. For a moment she regarded the ribboned parchment with interest, dimly recalling that she had left one behind shortly after getting the lurid penis-enhancement pop-up scroll. She beckoned the scroll into her hand with some telekinesis, looking it over for a moment. When her eyes fell on the seal, her heart jumped into her throat.

Three light-blue diamonds. Rarity's cutie mark.

A pang of guilt tore through her chest, but she didn't hesitate a second to break the seal and unfurl the scroll, quickly scanning through its contents.

[i][/i]

[i]My Dearest Twilight,[/i]

[i]I hope this message finds you well! It's been months since we've seen each other, and I'm so terribly sorry that we haven't had the time to chat! I envy that Spike gets to see you more often than I do, even though I must imagine that the workload can be quite a burden on the mind – even one as sharp as yours. But the world of fashion seldom goes into stasis, and sometimes it feels like I need to move like a Wonderbolt just to keep up with the times! Some days, I feel ready to just close up shop for a year just to take a break.[/i]

[i]Oh dear, but I'm not trying to share my complaints or personal worries, or burden you with my fasionista nonsense! Rather, I wanted to express my concerns about you, my dear. I really must bring you to my shop and get an update on your measurements! My dresses even from a decade back as still in-style (I expect they'll never truly go out of fashion), but if my reckoning is right, then you're due for a new wardrobe as it is! You need only leave it to me.[/i]

"Ugh... please, Rarity," Twilight groaned, pinching the bridge between her eyes. "Stop being so nice to me, I fucked up!" She sighed, reading through the rest.

[i]I only bring this up because, well... this is a little awkward of me to admit, but it's been a few years since you've ordered designer bedsheets from me – and I know why. Years ago you'd be ordering a new one each month, which is why I visited with Spike back then to figure out what design to go with that would fit your chambers. Upon looking over the bedsheets you'd been using, I understood why they needed frequent replacing. I'm quite familiar with the damage those sheets go through when one is engaged in 'le amour physique'. Spike is notorious for it. My hunch, then, is that while you had frequent lovers putting those linens through their paces (nothing to be ashamed of, my dear!), the well of interested males has gone dry and thus you've no need to order new ones. I would like to make an offer to solve this dilemma.[/i]

[i]Please – take Spike![/i]

Twilight stared at the line. She re-read it several times, certain that she could not have interpreted the sentence clearly. Her jaw hung open as she continued.

[i]No, this is no joke. It would be horribly hypocritical of me to bear the Element of Generosity and not offer to share the man I married with you! Spike might say he thinks of you like a mother or a sister, but I know full well he's had harem dreams about all six of us girls, plus a few extras. He's too good not to be that greedy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve to be treated, after all! More to the point, I've been busy trying to weigh my work life and love life to a responsible level, and the truth is that while I love them both... they're equally exhausting!!! Fashion wears you down mentally, and Spike is, not to put too fine a point on it, a downright beast in bed.[/i]

[i]Recently, I was engaged by the famed cellist Octavia to work on for her and DJ Pon-3[b] and[/b] the accompanying orchestra in an upcoming concert! I simply [b]adore[/b] their music, and I had to say yes to such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! But I don't want Spike to be alone, either, so I was hoping you would be receptive to the idea of letting him stay with you for a few nights? It might give you some real time to reconnect outside of work and maybe spark a little intimacy, yes? He really does think fondly of you – sometimes I wonder if he'd have been a better mate for you, but I'm lucky enough that he chose me. In return, I've sent a pair of tickets to you, the best seats in the house! Please get back to me as soon as you're able![/i]

[i]Wish me luck! And have fun with my special stud![/i]

[i]With much love,[/i]

[i]Rarity[/i].

Twilight set the scroll down and slumped into her chair, completely stunned. All the guilt and worries were gone, displaced by amazement and joy – and humility. A surge of love for the white unicorn burst in her chest and Twilight stifled a giggle, wiping her eyes. After a minute of trying to decide whether to laugh from insanity or break down sobbing, the kettle whistled and broke her thoughts. She grinned, quickly setting her tea to steep and grabbing the scroll, sprinting for the door.

There'd be more than enough time for the tea to be ready. Right now, she needed Spike. They had a letter to reply to – and several days to spend together after.