Spike awoke in his bed like any other morning. He’d dried himself off after his impromptu bath and headed straight to bed the night before. Twilight had taken Sweetie Belle to bed early and hadn’t grilled Spike about his bathing habits. As Spike opened his eyes he surveyed the room. Twilight was still in her bed; Sweetie Belle was sleeping across from Spike in a makeshift bed of blankets and pillows arranged on the floor. Spike rubbed his gunky morning eyes and looked at the filly. She was peaceful, safe… safe from Spike. The dragon continued to stare at her as the sun peeked in through the window. He felt in his heart that he’d never, ever hurt Rarity’s sister and that brought a smile to his face. Sweetie Belle opened her eyes with a yawn as she stirred from her slumber. Her eyes met Spike’s and she gazed back at him with a trusting smile. Spike’s heart sank and he crumbled as he peered into her big, green eyes. They were like enchanted emeralds that sucked the soul right out of his body. Spike smiled back at her for as long as he could before tossing in his basket, turning his back to the filly. It was a sight Spike couldn’t handle, not so soon after last night at least.

Twilight groaned in her bed as the sun poured over her face through the picture window. Minutes later she was up and moving, ready to start the day. Spike rolled over once more and looked at the purple mare as she trotted down the steps from her bed. “Good Morning Spike!" she said with a cheerful, but tired tone. Bounding from her covers, Sweetie Belle responded for the dragon “Morning Twilight!!” “And good morning to you too!” Twilight said with a giggle. “Spike? Would you mind making us some breakfast?” “No problem Twi.” Spike said drawing a “Thanks!” from the purple pony.

Spike went to the kitchen while Twilight and Sweetie Belle headed out the front door for a quick morning walk. He fetched some oats and a pan and began preparing a meal for three while he thought about his epiphany from the previous night. I HAVE to satisfy these urges once and for all, but who could I have sex with? It’d have to be someone I could trust to keep it a secret, someone who’d never tell. Preferably someone attractive, but I suppose that doesn’t matter. Spike brainstormed the names of several possible mares. …Roseluck? Nah, she’d never say yes. Trixie? I don’t even know where she is… He dismissed each pony in a similar fashion as her name came up. There was simply nopony. Spike grew more miserable with each passing name. If only there were more dragons around. A dragon girl about my size would be perfect, a sibling even, I wouldn’t mind if she didn’t. But I’m the only one. The dragon sighed and went back to his cooking. At least making breakfast would help him take his mind off of how lonely he felt.

After breakfast Spike elected to go for a walk around Ponyville. Perhaps some fresh air will help me clear my mind. “Hey Twilight. I’m going for a walk, I hope you don’t mind.” “Oh? Not at all Spike, in fact, I’ll be taking Sweetie Belle to school soon and then I have some errands to run so don’t be surprised if I’m not home when you get back.” Spike unlatched the front door, swung it open and stepped outside closing it behind him. Spike soaked in the warmth of the sunny weather as he walked around town. It was a beautiful day for a stroll. All the shops were open, the café was busy, cheerful ponies ambled from street to street, some for business, some for fun. He recognized some of the ponies as his friends. Pinkie Pie hopped jubilantly up the street with a basket of ribbons and flowers in her mouth. Applejack stood in the town center with her applecart, serving the hungry ponies that lined up for some of her juicy fruit. Spike was particularly interested by Applejack’s location. He mused to himself. Hmmmm… Applejack is selling apples in town, Apple Bloom would be at school, Big Macintosh was probably out bucking apples… I know who I can have sex with.

Spike ran down the dirt road to Sweet Apple Acres. There was no time to slow down, he’d finally realized how he could end this nightmare and satisfy his hormonal urges before he ended up hurting someone he cared about. As Spike neared his destination, he stopped for a minute to take note of the apple orchard. He listened carefully. It was quiet, but then the silence was momentarily broken by a distant THUD! The sound confirmed for Spike that Big Macintosh was indeed out apple-bucking. Perfect. Confidant, Spike hopped the fence to the property and jogged up to the barn. He nudged the heavy, red barn door open with a creak and stepped inside.

“Win-oooo-naaa! Winona! Here girl!” The dragon called out, echoing in the hay strewn barn. Sure enough, the brown and white Border collie stirred behind a bale of hay. With a quick stretch of her sleepy legs she was up on all-fours and walking towards Spike. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she investigated him. Spike knew this was wrong, but it was either this or carry on as he’d been doing, groping his unconscious friends, dreaming of raping fillies. No. It had to stop. Spike would lose his virginity to this animal, right now.

Spike bent down to pet the furry creature, but Winona recoiled. “It’s okay. I’m Spike! Remember me?” He let the confused dog sniff his hand. She became more receptive and allowed the purple dragon to pet her head. Spike’s other hand was busily working between his legs, getting himself hard for the activities to come. This was it; he’d finally get the satisfaction he needed so desperately. Spike sat on his tail and invited Winona closer to him. His red, warm erection stared the bitch in the face. Winona moved over and sniffed the boys cock, investigating it.

A g-girl is inches away from my cock. Spike thought to himself, using the term ‘girl’ loosely. The Border collie gave him a lick. Spike moaned and his cock twitched at the moist sensation. She licked his cock again. Spike was in heaven. Of course, there was no sexuality behind Winona’s licks, she was merely tasting an object she’d never seen before, trying to understand it. After one more taste, Winona sat back and scratched her ear with her back leg. Spike took notice that the licking had stopped, it was just as well; he wanted to move forward anyway. Spike got to his feet and went to grab the puppy, but she was too fast for him and she bolted the other direction. Spike tried to give chase, but she was too energetic and agile. The Border collie’s herding instincts kicked in and she began to run circles around the dragon. Spike watched, dizzily. Around and around she went. She was playing with him now. Spike tried to anticipate her movements, but it was making him queasy.

“Winona! Stop! Stay! Heel! Sit!” He tried every command he could think of but she didn’t respond, she’d only respond to a familiar voice; Applejack had trained her well. Aggravated, Spike pounced on the dog, leading her a bit so she’d be under him when he landed. He tumbled upon the dog with a thump and she yelped in pain. “BARK! BARK!” “Shhhh, Winona you have to be quiet!” “BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK!” It was no use. Spike reached up and wrapped his hand around her muzzle, silencing her. She was on her back struggling as Spike and his wet erection pressed into her white belly fur. Spike was almost ready to get the deed done, but first he had to know what she tasted like, what girls tasted like. After a few long minutes, when he was sure she wouldn’t start barking again, Spike climbed down the puppy’s belly. He stopped to give each of her nipples a lusty suckle. First one, then two, then three, then four… He worked his way down and found her furry snatch. It wasn’t exactly a pretty sight. Unlike Rarity, who groomed her pet regularly, Applejack thought of Winona as a work dog who didn’t need more than a trim every few months and maybe a bath once or twice a week or whenever she got noticeably dirty.

The scent of the canine pussy was overwhelming. It smelled like wet dog. Her lips were coated in a patch of wispy soiled fur, but they were still puffy and feminine. Winona’s tail wagged back and forth under Spike, fanning the scent into his nostrils. Having second-thoughts, Spike said to himself “well, here goes nothing.” With that he bent his mouth down to her snatch and parted her lips with his tongue. He licked her reluctantly at first, but beneath the acrid taste of stale urine and dog slobber there was a sweetness the made Spike tongue her more enthusiastically. Her hindlegs bucked softly and she panted. Spike had his nose buried in her clit and his dragon tongue was deep inside the dog, lapping at the nectar that was flowing from her tiny pussy. She was warmer than Spike had expected, like hot apple pie. He pulled his tongue out and nipped at her clit with his lips before sucking the whole nub into his mouth. Winona whined, her tail moving a mile a minute. This was practice to Spike; practice for what he’d do to Rarity if he ever got the chance with her. Spike penetrated Winona with his tongue once again. She was getting wetter and wetter with each of Spike’s advances. He pushed against her inner-flesh with his tongue taking notes of the spots that made her whine the most. Spike moaned into her pussy, the vibration making her yelp breathlessly. Spike had had just about had enough; he longed to replace his tongue with his cock and in a moment he would get his wish.

Spike got off the contented Winona and clapped his hands together making her instantly spring to her feet. He held her furry back as he positioned himself behind her. Spike had one last chance to stop this perversion, but that thought didn’t even cross his mind. He had completely justified his actions to himself. Sure, Winona was a dog, but he was already attracted to ponies and they were a different species too, was it really that different? Of course it was, he was about to rape Applejack’s pet, a critter that didn’t have the brains to know what he was doing and couldn’t tell him to stop, but to Spike that didn’t register. He needed this, he needed to do it for himself and for the ponies he loved. He couldn’t be the friend they wanted him to be when his mind was clouded with perverted thoughts.

Spike had done a good job getting Winona ready for him. All he had to do was lift her wagging tail out of the way. He pressed his throbbing, veiny erection into her pussy and it popped inside. This was it. This was the moment he’d been longing for. He rocked his hips forward and he slid in, inch by inch. Winona tried to move away from him, but Spike kept her pinned. She tried to bark, but Spike once again snapped her muzzle shut with his hand. Spike looked between his arms and gasped at the sight of his manhood disappearing into Winona’s furry bottom. Her pussyhole was everything he wanted, she was tight and soft and wet and warm, and it was divine. Her flesh fit his cock like a pink glove. Spike didn’t thrust; he stayed there, his cock buried in Applejack’s pet to the hilt. He wanted to feel her on him. He felt her heartbeat through the walls of her pussy. He felt her muscles contract around him, trying to expel the invader that was penetrating her. The sensation was as if she was milking his cock like a cow’s utter. Spike savored every detail. He felt the wispy hairs on her unkempt backside brush against his scaly belly and her frantic tail slapping against his chest. He gave her oily coat a pet and started fucking the creature. He withdrew his cock so far he almost had a hard time getting it in again, but he pushed forward and was in her once more. Only now did the idea of fucking Winona seem perverse, but it wasn’t giving him second thoughts, it was arousing him. Winona kept fidgeting and fighting the dragon, but she gained nothing from it. Spike had her completely restrained. All she could do was wait for him to finish. Lucky for Winona that moment was fast approaching. Even after Spike’s countless masturbatory sessions, the feel of real pussy on his dragon cock was an overload to his senses. His hair-trigger fired and the horny boy thrust harder and faster through his ejaculation. He was cumming in Winona! It was an incredible sensation! Leaving his biological material inside another living thing, it was such a rush!!

“SPIKE!! WHAT IN TARNATION ARE Y’ALL DOIN’ TUH MY DOG?!?!?!” A loud familiar voice rang out.

Spike slipped on the hay-strewn floor as he scrambled to both get off Winona and turn around to face his observer. His hip hit the ground and his last ejaculatory spurt landed across some nearby hay. Applejack towered over him. She was hard to see silhouetted against the bright outdoors, but Spike could make out a furious expression on her face.

“YOU SICK BASTARD! I OUGHTA RING Y’UR NECK FOR DOIN’ THAT TUH WINONA!!” she shrieked. Spike’s saucer-like eyes darted scared around the room as he lay on his back, his disgusting cock sliding back inside him. “I’M SORRY!! I’M SORRY!!” was all the dragon could think to say; this wasn’t how things were supposed to happen. Applejack had been at the market, why was she back here now? The question didn’t matter, all that mattered was that Spike had been caught red-handed. This is bad! NO NO NO NO NO! This is REEEEEAAL BAD!!! Spike was hyper-ventilating. Everything was happening too fast.

“OH, Y’ALL WILL BE SORRY YUH LITTLE PERVERT!!” Applejack moved to grab Spike, but he scrambled to his feet and darted out of the barn. “COME BACK ‘ERE!!” she shouted before turning to check if her precious dog was okay.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid Spike! STUPID! This is it! Applejack will come looking for me, or tell Twilight and then my whole life will be ruined!! Spike cried hot tears as he ran down the road to his home in Ponyville. Why did it have to happen like this?! Why?! Oh why?! I can’t face anypony after this! I’ll never be Twilight’s number one assistant again; I’ll always be Spike, the Dog Rapist. All my friendships, destroyed. STUPID!! If only I could’ve had a few more minutes, none of this would be happening!!

Spike ran home, tormented by his emotions the whole way. He was angry at himself, angry at his body, angry at Applejack, disgusted with what he’d just done, concerned for what Twilight would think, and sad that he’d ruined his friendships with one lewd act of hormone-driven passion.

Nearly an hour later…

The door to the library swung open and hit the wall with a BANG!

“SPIKE!!!” It was Twilight, she’d just gotten the news of Spike’s actions from Applejack who was running all around Ponyville looking for the scoundrel. “SPIKE GET OUT HERE!!! NOW!!!” Nothing like this had ever happened in Ponyville, and she couldn’t believe that her best friend could do something so monstrous. She shouted for him again in her anger and embarrassment.

“SPIIIIIIIIKE!!!! I KNOW YOU’RE HERE!!!” The purple unicorn started hunting for her assistant. She checked the kitchen, it was empty. She galloped up the stairs, figuring he’d be hiding in his bed. When she got there, Spike was nowhere to be found. She would have asked Owlowiscious where Spike was, but it was far too early for him to be awake. She checked the bathroom. Twilight flung the curtain around the tub expecting to find Spike cowering behind it, but when nothing was there she started to worry. Was he really not here? She surely wouldn’t want Applejack to find him first; there was no telling what she’d do to him.

Twilight checked the library over again; there was no sign of Spike anywhere she would’ve expected to find him. She noticed the stepladder was missing from the library. Twilight thought it odd that Spike would come home, grab a stepladder and leave. She called out for him again, this time in a less judgmental voice “Spike? Spike, please if you’re here come out. I just want to talk to you. Whatever you’re going through, we’ll work it out, together.” There was no response, only silence. Twilight walked over to the basement door. The basement was seldom used, not since Twilight had needed a place to test Pinkie Pie’s Pinkie sense. Maybe Spike would’ve hidden in the basement. It was certainly the last place Twilight could think to look. She pushed the door open with her hoof and walked in. What she saw horrified her. There was Spike, hanging lifelessly from a length of thick rope attached to a hook in the ceiling, his stepladder knocked over underneath him. The rope, tied in a noose, was the kind of thick-gauge rope one would expect to find on Applejack’s farm. Spike had grabbed it when he had fled the barn just over an hour ago. It clung tautly to his neck, deforming him and framing his limp face which had no expression.

“SPIIIIKE!!!!! NOOOO!!!” Twilight screamed. Tears erupted from her purple eyes. Without thinking, her horn began to glow, lifting the boy and his noose and placing them on the floor. She cut the rope from his neck with her magic and tossed it angrily across the room like a serpent. She tried a spell on her motionless friend but it didn’t have any effect. She was bawling. Twilight put her lips to Spike’s mouth and breathed into him. Her breath was weak from her uncontrollable crying, but she tried harder, she HAD to save him. Placing her hooves on Spike’s chest she pushed hard. She couldn’t bare to look at him. She compressed his chest again.

“SPIKE!!! BREATHE!!! PLEEASE!!!” SPI-“ her voice cracked as she choked on her sadness. Tears hit the dragon’s cold face as Twilight looked down at him in shock and horror. “OH MY GOD!! SPIKE YOU STUPID BASTARD HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????” It was a question she’d never have answered. Twilight kept performing CPR for a good ten minutes with no response from Spike. He was long dead. Twilight, still crying harder than she’d ever cried before, wrapped her hoof under her friend and cradled him in her arms. “No! Spike, it didn’t have to be this way!!” Twilight was devastated, absolutely devastated at the horrific events unfolding before her. Nobody could ever replace Spike, not as an assistant or a friend. She’d been a part of his life ever since he was a tiny baby. They’d grown up together, and their relationship, which she’d cherished the most of any of her friendships was gone, forever. Twilight wheezed and sniffled as she pressed Spike’s heavy, limp head against her face. So many thoughts consumed her. No matter how much pain Spike had felt in his heart, it couldn’t compare to what Twilight was dealing with, not even close. Twilight embraced Spike for a very long time until she heard a knock on the front door. “Who in Equestria could that be?” She didn’t want to see anyone right now, certainly not Applejack. Twilight sat in the basement and kept weeping over her departed friend, not wanting to answer the door. The knock came again. Twilight didn’t budge. She heard the door open without her presence. Who would dare enter her home??

“Spike??” There came a recognizable voice. It was Princess Celestia!! Twilight set Spike down and trotted up to the library.

“P-Princess Celestia, w-w-what are you d-doing here?” Twilight forced the words past the lump in her throat.

“Twilight, dear, are you okay? What’s wrong? I came because I received a rather odd letter from Spike.” Princess Celestia answered her pupil, levitating a scroll in front of herself. She figured something was wrong from Spike’s letter and Twilight’s drenched face confirmed it.

Twilight rudely snapped the scroll away from the Princess and opened it:

Dear Princess Celestia,

Today I learned that part of being a true friend is protecting the people you care about, even if it means protecting them from yourself.

I also learned that while friendships are incredible things that can weather almost any struggle, there are certain things that a friend simply can’t undo no matter how much they want to.

Tell Twilight I love her, and I’m sorry.

Your faithful servant, Spike.

Twilight turned away from the parchment and trotted silently back to the basement door with her head slumped. The Princess followed her in and pieced together what had happened as soon as she saw Spike, the ladder, and the rope. Celestia said nothing, she was too shocked to. She wasn’t sure what had caused this, but she was sure of one thing. Twilight needed her mentor right now more than ever. Celestia had other engagements in Canterlot, but for once, Twilight was more important. The two sat together, hugging, comforting each other and mourning over the loss of a dear sweet dragon.