The following weeks saw Spike become more and more sexual in his thoughts. His masturbation picked up as well, becoming a daily routine, sometimes more than daily. Whenever Spike got a moment away from Twilight he immediately thought of pleasuring himself, taking advantage of the alone time. Often at night, Spike would feign being tired before he actually was so that he could retire to his basket and play with himself. It was never odd to Twilight, he was a baby dragon after all and needed his rest… or so she thought. The truth was he was far less of a baby than she believed. Dragons go through puberty while they are still small and Spike had reached the age where hormones sashayed wildly through his veins and platonic thoughts became increasingly rare.

Spike sat in his warm basket and stroked his cock once again. He never tired of doing this. He never chaffed and never didn’t feel like doing it; it was always pleasurable. Sometimes if he’d already cum a couple times that day it would be hard to reach a third orgasm, but it was times like that that spurred him to creativity. He’d try different positions, different techniques, he’d think about different ponies, whatever it took to get him off. One time the dragon had even fetched a length of ribbon from one of Twilight’s drawers and tied it tautly around his right wrist, cutting off the circulation to his hand. He thought he might make it feel like someone else was jerking him off and it could have worked if it wasn’t for the fact that everyone he could think of had hooves. The only person he could imagine as he stroked his slimy erection with his oxygen-deprived hand was Gilda, the griffon Dash had brought to town one day, and it wasn’t a very pleasant image. Spike only tried that once, his hand actually began to ache pretty severely after a while and he was forced to remove the tourniquet he’d fashioned and abandon his plans of having an orgasm that night.

Tonight Spike had an idea. This time when Spike went to bed he didn’t sleep; he stayed awake for what seemed like hours, just listening to the silence. Finally, he heard the noise he’d been waiting for, a pony stirring downstairs. Twilight had been up late with her head in her books, as usual. Now it was time for her to hit the hay. She blew out the candles she’d lit and with a glow of her horn replaced the books on the shelves where they belonged. Spike watched the light from the hallway disappear and anxiously waited for Twilight. They slept in the same room, a large room with two levels. Twilight slept on the upper level next to the big window and her telescope. Spike heard hoofsteps and closed his eyes, pretending to be sound asleep. The purple mare trotted past his basket ever so quietly, trying politely to not disturb him. Spike opened one eye just a hair to watch as Twilight ascended the stairs to her bed. She climbed into her bed and laid down on her side under the blue covers, head propped up gently by a soft, white pillow. Spike knew Twilight was a heavy sleeper, and he waited for the sounds of rustling sheets and deep breathing to cease before he made his move. Satisfied that Twilight had fallen asleep, Spike eased his foot out of his tiny bed followed by the rest of him. Dragging his blanket in tow, Spike tip-toed up the stairs to where his friend was. As he got closer to his destination he moved slower and slower.

Finally, Spike was standing beside Twilight’s bed. She looked so peaceful, she was facing away from Spike; her breathing was light and she was snuggled into her covers, bathed in the gentle moonlight that beamed through her window. Spike watched the lump under the bedspread move up then down with each long, shallow breath Twilight took. His heart was racing, he’d never done this before; he had never watched Twilight sleep before. No, she wasn’t really Twilight anymore… all that mattered was that she was a girl. He was watching a girl sleep. Spike felt an erection coming on. This was the thrill he needed to get off tonight. Dropping his blanket on the floor he traced his finger along the blue bedspread, running it over Twilight’s sleeping body, feeling her warmth through the covers. Spike grabbed his now throbbing, red cock and began to stroke as he touched the sleeping mare. He paused as his hand grazed her flank. He laid his palm flat on her backside and after pausing to make sure she wasn’t stirring he began to rub her flank in concentric circles. He stopped and moved back to the head of Twi’s bed, cock still in hand.

Oh how far should I go? Spike pondered. He grasped the mattress and placing his foot against the bed, pulled himself up onto the bed next to Twilight with a heave. The dragon knelt beside his best friend, masturbating over her quiet, oblivious body. He didn’t need much more stimulation, the daring boy had already gone farther than he expected he would and the risk of getting caught was driving him wild with pleasure. Twilight’s head was still turned towards the moonlit window and facing away from Spike. He bent his head to hers and took a deep breath, inhaling the feminine smells of her purple mane. Spike shuddered at the sensory overload. He was so happy.

Spike hopped down off of the mattress and returned his attention to Twilight’s flank. As he rubbed her once again, the bedcovers became quite a nuisance to him. Daring to go further, Spike moved his left hand down under the covers that hung gracefully off the bed and pushed them up over Twilight’s purple flank, exposing her cutie mark. She didn’t seem to notice so Spike grabbed her butt and kneaded it gently. He hadn’t touched her here since the last winter wrap-up when he’d pushed her on ice skates. This was a far less innocent touch than that had been. Spike’s head was swimming. He inched his hand closer and closer to her pussy. The heat was getting more and more intense. It was like putting his hand into a campfire. Just before the heat got too intense for him he felt her slit, it wasn’t very wet, but the touch was just enough to send him into the throes of orgasm. Retrieving his hand, Spike snapped up his blanket from the floor and came hard into the fabric. He stoked himself through his ejaculation, making sure to get all of it out. The pleasure was the best he’d had yet. The purple dragon couldn’t stop himself from moaning out loud, but he did his best to stay quiet. After wiping his shaft clean of the sticky jizz, Spike carefully replaced the covers he’d adjusted and moseyed down the steps. He was careful to not leave a trace of evidence for Twilight to find. He returned to bed and hid the soiled blanket underneath him; he’d wash it in the morning. It was times like this that he was thankful that he did all the chores between him and Twilight. She’d never have the opportunity to get her hooves on his blanket, which he’d been washing on a fairly regular basis lately.

Spike lay awake for a good while longer that night, just thinking about things. His mind was much clearer now that he’d satisfied his primal needs. He thought about Rarity and how much he wanted her.

Who am I kidding? Rarity could never go for a guy like me. I mean she’s so beautiful... Spike thought to himself …and I’m a dragon. I’m the only dragon in Ponyville, how am I ever going to find love? Nopony would ever see me as anything more than a friend, could they? Spike let his mind wander to dark places, saddening him. I mean dragons are rare. The only dragon I’ve ever seen was 100 times bigger than me and I don’t want to wait until I get that big. I’m lonely now. Sure I’ve got great friends here in Ponyville, and they mean the world to me, but there’s nobody I can snuggle up next to at night, nobody I can kiss and love in deeper ways. Spike tossed and turned in his basket, disturbed by his darkest thoughts. The other boys in town have it lucky. Big Macintosh is a strong stallion; any mare would give her right hoof to be with him and well, Mr. Cake has his wife… there’s Pokey too, he’d be popular among the mares... Spike thought about each male pony he’d ever seen and knew that each one had a good shot of finding that special pony of his dreams. And then there’s me. Spike. The dragon. The only dragon in Ponyville. Spike buried his face in his pillow and wept discreetly. He’d wake up the next morning this way, with puffy eyes and a wet spot on his pillow. He’d bury these thoughts back inside him and go back to being a horny, young dragon.