Author's Notes:

Hey, everyone, sorry this took so long. A couple things I wanna say. Firstly, this is a fic request given to me by Nightwolf65. He pitched this idea to me and since I hadn't updated for this in a while, I figured why not give it a shot. Secondly, sorry this took so long. As usual my writing got away with me and this took longer than I thought it would, though that's mostly because of this type of character. I'm not used to writing "cutesy", meek, delicate characters, hence the reason I don't do many with Fluttershy for example. They're a bit of a challenge for me to say the least. In any case, I gave this my best shot. I hope you enjoy it. And for those wondering, now that I'm finished with this, I am now starting on the next chapter of Spike's Odd Jobs. I know that's what you've all been really waiting for so I intend to knuckle down and get to it. Also, I've been editing some of my old stories, like iMy Little Pleasure Island, so look out for that, if you're interested. Anyways, enjoy the new monstergirl.

It was another bright and sunny day in Ponyville. The skies were beautiful and colorful. The citizens of the small town were out and about taking care of their business, going about their daily routine without a hitch. “Come back here, you little menace,” Spike growled.

All except one particular dragon as he chased down a fluffy-tailed blurred through the streets. Innocent bystanders gasped and shrieked as the resident fire-breather dashed through the streets chasing Fluttershy’s devious pet bunny, Angel. “You better pray I don’t get my hands on you,” he barked as they scurried toward the outskirts of the town. “If I do, I’m gonna shave you and stuff your fur in a plushie.”

The little rabbit just turned back and blew a raspberry at him. The result was Spike blowing smoke from his nostrils as he continued to give chase. Spike wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but before he knew it, he saw Fluttershy’s cottage come into view. His eyes instantly honed in on the small creature bagging his feet frantically on the door. Of course, he’d head home, he groaned internally. But Fluttershy ain’t gonna save you this time.

Spike was quickly closing the distance as he came to the bridge. Angel looked at him to see Spike bearing down on him. The dragon grinned viciously, green flames pouring from between his teeth. I got you now!

Angel turned back to the door, banging his feet and paws on the wooden barrier with great urgency. Spike cleared the bridge and in mere moments was only ten feet from his target. Just as he was on the precipice of catching his prey, the door opened, revealing the female visage that was Fluttershy. His eyes widened in shock knowing was about to happen. She looked down to see her pet dart inside passed her. “Angel, where is Spi-”

“Incoming!” Spike shouted, cutting her off. At mach speed and from such a short distance, Spike had no chance to stop himself, so he merely crossed his arms and tried to brace for impact. Fluttershy looked up just in time to see Spike flying towards her. With a squeak and surprisingly quick reflexes, the young pegasus girl ducked down just in time for Spike to wiz by and miss. Fluttershy cringed as a series of crashes and loud noises echoed throughout her home behind her. When it all finally ended, an audible pain filled groan followed as she got up and turned around. Her living room appeared heavily damaged as much of her furniture, both hers and the animals lay in various heaps around the room. “Oh my,” she gawked, covering her mouth in shock. “Spike.”

“Yo,” she looked over toward her kitchen where her couch had ended up flipped over upside down. There she saw a hand waving out from underneath it near the floor.

“Goodness,” Fluttershy muttered to herself as she gently glided over the mess toward her downed friends. When she reached his arm, she beat her wings as hard as she could and tried to pull him out. Sadly, her effort didn’t seem to bare much fruit, until she felt a pair of large paws reach out and grab the couch. She looked to her side to see the giant brown bear lift the couch with relative ease. “Oh, thank you, Beary,” she smiled at him.

With the obstruction removed Fluttershy then proceeded to pull her friend to his feet. “Hrg, thanks,” he groaned as he got his feet. “Sorry…for the ah…crash landing.”

“It’s quite alright,” she assured him, dusting him off. “I’m glad Angel got you to come so quickly. Though I didn’t expect this.”

“Oh, that’s right,” he growled, glaring around the room. “Where’s the little monster?”

“Who, Angel?” she asked with a raised brow.

The answer to both their questions came as the culprit jumped onto his owner’s shoulder. “You,” Spike growled, his eyes blazing with rage. “I’m gonna-”

“Spike, wait, what’s wrong,” the pink haired girl quickly put her arms up defensively, trying to calm her friend, “what happened?”

“That little punk ruined all my hard work,” he answered in outrage. “I was at the library, minding my business and doing my chores. Next thing I know, Angel comes in and starts bothering me. I just waved him off. Twilight told me to make sure I finished my chores when she got back. When he wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, he started trashing everything.”

“Angel,” she gasped in disbelief, looking at the furry animal on her shoulder. “Is that true?”

The little creature merely folded his arms and looked away. “I chased him through Ponyville and followed him here.”

“Well, I’m deeply sorry for the trouble, Spike.” Fluttershy apologized sincerely. “I sent Angel to get you, though certainly not like this.”

Spike looked into her big sad eyes, and just like that, his anger subsided. Dammit, Fluttershy, that’s not fair, he groaned internally, you’re too cute for your own good.

“It’s gonna take me hours to clean that mess, but, it’s fine,” he sighed in defeat. “I guess I kinda made a mess of your place too.”

“It’s okay,” she smiled sweetly at him. “These things happen.”

“So, now that I’m here, what did you need me for?”

“Oh, right, yes, I need your help,” she stated quickly. “If you don’t mind…that is?”

“As I said, I’m here,” he shrugged. “Whatcha got?”

“It’s right upstairs.” She smiled at him before turning to the bear beside them. “Beary, could you and the other animals help tidy up a bit?”

The big, burly predator just nodded before flipping the couch back upright. Fluttershy pulled Angel from her shoulder and placed him down on the floor. “You help too, Angel. And we will discuss your behavior later,” she told him sternly.

The herbivore crossed his arms and flattened his ears in annoyance before Spike, and his owner headed up the stairs. However, before he left, Spike turned to the devious bunny and stuck his tongue out at him. Angel stomped his foot in irritation before doing as he scurried off. Once they were up the stairs, Fluttershy lead the young dragon through her home until they entered her room. Unlike the wreck downstairs, Fluttershy’s room was well kept and neat. Nothing seemed out of place except for the fact that her bed was out of sorts. The covers lay ruffled and askew with her pillows in a small pile on the floor. “Didn’t have time to make your bed,” he quipped with a light chuckle.

“Oh no, where did she go?” Fluttershy inquired, ignoring his joke as she hurried to the bed, looking around the room.

“She?”

“Yes,” Fluttershy answered, almost absentmindedly as she pulled the covers up from her bed. She got to her knees to peer under the bed, “The thing I needed help with was…ah, here you are.”

Spike raised a brow before the pegasus sat up and waved him over. With his curiosity more than piqued, the young drake got down beside his friend and peeked under the bed. His eyes widened at what he saw. Laying curled up under his friend’s bed was a girl, but she wasn’t an Equine of any kind. Given the poor lighting under the bed and how tightly curled up, she was it was hard to tell, but the girl seemed covered head to toe in fur with a pair of large pointed ears pulled back atop her head. Two big dark yellow eyes peered back at him as a weak, and genuinely frightened whimper escaped her lips. “Is she a…”

“Kobold, yes,” Fluttershy answered for him. “Poor thing is scared out of her wits.”

“That’s what you need my help with?” he asked, sitting up on his knees.

“I’m afraid so,” Fluttershy replied, but refused to pull her gaze from the creature.

“Um, Shy, not that I mind, but care to tell me exactly what’s going on?”

“Right, um, sorry,” Fluttershy relented as she sat up to face him. “This morning has been rather hectic since she got here.”

“Why not start from the beginning?”

“Yes, well, um…that’s pretty simple,” Fluttershy stammered nervously. “You see…this morning Applejack brought her here. Winona had found her hurt near the edge of the Everfree. When Applejack brought her over she was a bit of a hassle. Despite her injuries she wouldn’t sit still. Eventually, she succumbed to her wounds and passed out. Once I finally got to treated them properly, I sent Angel to go get you.”

“Okay, but why me?”

“Well, while this is my first time interacting with one…” Fluttershy trailed on, averting her gaze from her friend. “You see…kobolds are virtually harmless creatures. Typically non-violent. However, they don’t respond well to orders, at least not from other females. They respond better to commands from males…strong males.”

“Yeah…”

“And well…you’re the only male I could think of to help,” she blushed deeply, hiding behind her pink locks as she looked at him.

“What about Big Mac?” He asked plainly. “He fits that bill too?”

“True, but Big Mac has far too many responsibilities. Some of which involve traveling. She can barely move and needs continuous watch.”

“Hm, yeah, I see your point.” He scratched his head, following her line of thought.

“It will take some time before her wounds heal. I can’t possibly leave her alone, and she won’t let me take care of her. So, I need someone to care for her until she heals properly. I was hoping…maybe…possibly…if that someone could be…you? If it’s not too much trouble?”

“You want me to take care of her?” he asked, slightly taken aback.

“Yes, I think she’ll respond very well to you,” Fluttershy nodded firmly. “Please, this poor girl has been through a lot. I know I’m asking a lot, but…”

“It’s cool, Shy,” he assured her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I understand. I’ll help. Besides, what kinda friend would I be if I didn’t help out?”

She smiled at him gratefully. “Step back, let’s see if I can’t get her out here first.”

The pegasus nodded as she got to her feet and stepped away toward the door. Spike leaned back down, peering into the eyes of the dog girl looking back at him. Not entirely sure what to do to draw her out, Spike just went with what felt natural. He reached his hand out slowly to her and whispered gently, “Here, girl.”

She flinched away from him initially, observing him as he bid her to come to him. “C’mon, I’m not gonna hurt you. I just wanna help,” he cooed gently, giving a light whistle. “C’mon, girl. C’mon.”

He continued to try every dog trick/command he knew to calm her and get her to move. Just as it seemed to be pointless, he saw her ears perk up. Her head soon followed before she slowly started crawling over to him. “That’s it. Atta girl!”

He continued to lay on some more praise and encouragement, all of which drew her closer. Just as she came within inches of his hand, he saw what he assumed was her tail start to wag behind her. He held his palm out to her. No sooner had he done so, did she lean her head forward and nuzzle into his palm. He smiled at her, petting and scratching her floppy ears. He pulled his hand away, as he stood up from the bed, “C’mon, girl, c’mon out.”

Both he and Fluttershy waited with bated breath until they finally saw the dog girl’s head just at the edge her hiding place, her eyes peeled on his. “That’s it, just a little more. You can do it,” he smiled at her.

She blinked at him twice before she finally crawled the rest of the way out and revealed herself. Once she pulled herself out, she straightened herself and sat up on her haunches with her arms between her legs, covering her modesty. Spike had only heard of kobolds and never seen one in person. The one sitting before him was enveloped in a short ebony coat that almost looked like her real skin with a body that held a small and petite frame, giving her the appearance of a graceful young girl. The slender figure bled down to a visibly full set of hips which then followed down to a pair of short but elegant legs that had an arch to them that ended in two cute small pawed feet. Her arms were on the short side but ended at her hands which were, in fact, a pair of large paws.

The youthfulness of her body led not just down her body but up to her delicate face; her large innocent eyes remained focused on Spike with a slight blush to her cheeks. A small, cute button nose adored her face, twitching as she gave a few sniffs in his directions while her little mouth remained shut. All of her delicate features made for the perfect contrast of her long white mane where her large floppy white ears sat while her matching white tail bled out of the brown fur of her body, wagging slowly, calmly behind her; Spike always considered Fluttershy herself to be quite cute, but this canine creature before him was just downright adorable. However, after taking in her physique, his eyes quickly honed in on the multitude of bandages covering her form. A set of bandages lay wrapped around the top of her head with a patch of gauze on her left cheek. Another bundle wrapped around her small, but still adequate chest that also lay slung over her right shoulder. Her left paw was wrapped up to the wrist with another set wrapped around her left inner thigh.

“What happened to her?” Spike asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

“I’m afraid I’m not entirely sure,” Fluttershy answered. “Applejack believes Timberwolves may have attacked her; judging from the bite marks and lacerations, I’d have to agree. I’ve tried to get her to speak, but she seems too scared to do so.”

“Kobolds can speak?” he asked, looking back at her.

“Oh, quite so,” she nodded. “They may be dog-like, but are quite intelligent and can be trained to speak. If only in simple words. However, given their canine heritage, they mainly communicate using their whole body.”

Spike was about to inquire more before he felt something soft against his hand. He looked back down to see the dog girl nuzzling her head against his palm; her eyes becoming larger than he thought possible, pleading for his attention. He smiled softly at her, more than happy to comply as he scratched behind her ear. The kobold whimpered and panted loudly, her tail wagging earnestly. “See,” Fluttershy giggled. “She likes you.”

“Clearly,” he agreed with a chuckle. “So, how long do I need to take care of her for?”

“Well, with proper rest, treatment and some exercise…” the pegasus trailed on in thought. “She should make a full recovery in a few weeks or so.”

“That’s not too bad,” he smiled at her. “I just hope Twilight doesn’t freak out about this.”

“Again, I’m truly sorry to have pushed this on you,” she apologized again. “I couldn’t think of anyone else to turn to.”

“It’s alright, Fluttershy,” he assured her. “Just glad to help. Although, could you do me a huge favor?”

“Of course…if I can. Just name it.”

“I know this isn’t your strong suit, but could you please punish that bunny?”

“Say no more,” she nodded firmly. “I’ll have a nice long talk with Angel. One he won’t soon forget. After that, no more carrot supreme salad for a month.”

“Does he love that?”

“I make it for him every Thursday night.”

“I’ll take it,” he grinned. “Well, I better get her home. Anything I need to know before we go?”

“Um, yes, follow me,” she said, gesturing them as she left the room.

Spike fell behind her, looking back to the kobold, “C’mon, girl.”

She got down on all fours and slowly started walking, a slight limp visible in her strides. Spike’s expression softened before he moved over to her and scooped the dog into his arms. She whimpered in surprise for a moment before looking at him. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he assured her.

He then exited the room and followed Fluttershy downstairs. To his surprise, the animal caretaker’s animal companions made quick work of the mess. Most of the room was back in its original state as the woodland creatures continued to move furniture around the room. When Spike made it down the stairs, Fluttershy quickly walked over to the bookshelf, her fingers sliding across the rows of book spines. “Hmm…ah, here it is,” she smiled, pulling a book from the shelf. She turned to him holding out the book, “This should help you with any questions or concerns you have about Kobolds,” she explained. “If there’s anything particular you need help with, don’t be afraid to come see me.”

“Thanks, Flutters, I’ll keep that in mind,” he assured her, turning around so he could wrap his tail around the leather book. “Well, I better get her back home. I also need to finish cleaning that mess Angel made.”

Spike glared over at the rabbit over your shoulder to watch him blow a raspberry at you. Yeah, keep it up, fluff ball. You’ll get yours. He chuckled internally.

“Later, Fluttershy,” he bid her farewell, heading toward the door.

“Goodbye, Spike,” she smiled, opening the door for him, “and thanks again.”

“No problem,” he promised, exiting her home. With that, Fluttershy closed the door behind him as Spike slowly made his way down Fluttershy’s cobblestone walkway to the bridge. “Alright, let’s get you back home.” Spike muttered to himself. “I can easily carry you, but flying would be faster.”

After a quick flex of his arms, making sure the dog girl was securely in his grasp, Spike unfurled and with a few strong beats, took off into the sky. The sudden elevation earned a fearful whine from the kobold. She trembled and hunkered down deeply into Spike’s arms and as clung to his chest. The young drake quickly noticed his passenger’s fears, looking down at her in concern. “Hey, hey, take it easy.” He told her in a soothing tone. “Don’t worry. I got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

She looked up to meet his gaze, the fear still ever-present. However, after a moment or so of staring at him, her trembling slowly faded as she buried her head into the crux of his neck. The dog girl still clung to him, firmly, but she seemed calmer. He smiled at her as he continued their flight. Not wanting to frighten her any further, Spike kept his flying to steady glide, just a hundred feet or so from the ground. He glanced around below him. Despite his little chase through the streets, he was glad to see he didn’t bowl anyone or anything over in his single-minded quest to catch the fluffy little menace.

As he surmised, it didn’t take him long to reach home finally. With practiced ease, the dragon swiftly, yet gently descended, landing a few feet from the front door. “Okay, we’re on the ground now.”

The kobold pulled herself from Spike’s neck to glance around and confirm his statement. Her grip on him loosened as she realized they had landed at last. “I’m gonna have to put you down so I can open the door,” he told her.

After gently setting her on the ground and Spike moved to open the door. However, no sooner did he do so, did a pile of books come falling out to his feet. An annoyed irate look fell across his face as he followed the collapsed set of books back inside. Just from the entrance alone, anyone could tell the place was a mess. Furniture was upturned; books lay strewn all across the floor. Pots, pans and plates and a puddle of water were all over the kitchen floor. A heavy sigh escaped Spike’s mouth, looking around amongst the mess Angel had caused as well as his own after he started chasing the little beast. “Twilight is going to kill me,” he growled under his breath.

He then felt a pressure against his leg and looked to find the kobold peering inside curiously. “Sorry, about the mess,” he chuckled. “It’s not usually like this.”

He reached back down to scoop her into his arms before stepping inside, over the mass of books. Once he made it toward the center of the room, he glanced around, trying to find a tidy spot to place her. Not an easy task, until he spotted the downward facing couch in the corner of the room. He swiftly moved over to it and with some careful maneuvering, he managed to wedge his right foot under it. With his foot hooked under it, he gave a firm kick up, flipping the couch upright once again. “There we go.” he smiled with content, before placing her on the couch. “Okay, now you wait here. I need to start…sorting this out.”

He took a full step over a pile of books, before he heard a sad whine and then a loud “bark.” He turned back around and found the kobold stepping over the pile of books, trying to get to him. “No, no,” he said in a stern tone as he moved over to her and picked her back up. Once he made it back to the couch, he set her down. “Stay,” he told her.

He turned to walk away before quickly looking back to see the dog girl about to step off the couch. Their eyes met for a moment before she backed up to sit on the couch. He sighed, as he scratched his head. I need to start cleaning up. I can’t do that if she’s just gonna try and follow me around. He thought to himself before pulling the book from his tail and start flipping through it. Fluttershy said this should help. Maybe there’s some obedience training in here or…ah, here it is!

Much to Spike’s surprise, the chapter mostly broke down what one would assume to be basic training for an average dog. It stated that kobolds, like dogs, even diamond dogs use their whole body to comminute and express themselves; therefore, training them required similar tactics to give orders. So, firm tone of voice coupled with definitive body language, he deduced. Hm, seems simple enough.

He closed the book and looked back at the dog-girl, her big hazel eyes trained on him. “Alright, let’s try this,” he muttered, raising his hand toward her. “Sit,” he commanded, bringing his hand firmly down.

Spike was taken aback as he watched the kobold respond instantly dropped her rear on the couch, her hands firmly planted between her legs, tail wagging slowly. “Stay,” he told her, keeping his hand extended.

A pregnant silence hung in the air for a moment as she didn’t react. Hoping it worked, Spike took a tentative step back. She watched him carefully but still didn’t move. He took another step back, yet no reaction. “Wow, that’s pretty easy,” he smiled, proudly nodding. “Good girl. Now, I gotta clean this mess. Although, it’s probably gonna be a little boring sitting there till I’m done.”

With that said, Spike made a hasty dash toward his bedroom door and headed down into the basement. The dog girl tilted her head in confusion before Spike returned with something in his hand. He walks back over to her and holds up a small green ball. “Here you go. I figured you’d need something to keep…you…busy,” Spike trailed on toward the end as he took notice of the kobold’s expression.

Her eyes widened in heightened focus, tongue lolling free of her open mouth as she panted heavily with her tail wagging furiously. “You stopped listening when you saw the ball,
he chuckled lightly, waving the ball to and fro, watching her follow its every movement. “Alright, here.”

He tossed it onto the couch beside her and watched as she practically pounced on it. She growled and bit into the tight, rubbery orb, utterly content. “Okay, now that she’s occupied, time to get to work.

“Alright,” Spike muttered to himself as he finished sweeping up the floor. “That should be the last of it.”

After a few more hours of work, Spike finally managed to finish cleaning up the disaster of a mess both he and Angel had made. He took a glance around, mentally checking his work, Books: organized. Kitchen: clean. Rooms: clean. Floors: swept. Laundry: done. Garbage: taken out. Yup, that’s everything.

He turned back to the couch where he found the kobold still contently gnawing away at the ball he had given her. Feeling the fatigue of all his hard work crashing down on him, Spike dragged himself over to the couch. Spinning on his heel, carelessly, he turned about before dropping down on the free end; his sudden plop, caused the she-pup to slightly bounce off the couch, tearing herself from her mindful play. She looked over at her draconic caretaker as Spike sunk into the cushions, eyes closed, groaning in exhaustion. “Argh, what a day,” he muttered aloud. “Thought it was gonna be a pretty chill evening. Finish the housework. Make some lunch. Read some comics. To think all that came undone by one little bunny.”

Still trying to relax, Spike quickly finds his mind pulled from his thoughts when he felt an unknown pressure weigh on his lap. He opened his eyes and looked down to see the kobold lying over him; her arms and head entirely on his lap, looking up at him almost expectantly, still holding the ball in her mouth. “My bad, did I disturb you,” Spike lightly chuckled. Looking into the kobold’s golden eyes, not entirely sure why, but he felt the most incredible urge come over him. And, before he knew it, Spike pulled his hand up and gently placed it upon her head.

She instantly reacted as she smiled brightly and her tail started wagging intensely. “Oh, you like that, huh?” He ruffled her fur a bit. “How about this?”

He quickly changed it up, moving behind her ear. Just when he thought her reactions couldn't get any wilder, the moment Spike started scratching her ear, he watched as her tongue lolled out, panting and whimpering heavily. The young drake couldn’t help but smile as the she-pup enjoyed herself, pressing her head against his head, not wanting the pleasure to cease. Geez, you are like a dog. Hm, then I wonder how you’ll feel about this, he mentally inquired, moving his free hand to her side.

The reaction was instantaneous. The second she felt the dragon's fingers grazing the underside of her stomach, Spike marveled as she quickly turned over onto her back, causing him to stop scratching her ear while exposing her belly to him. There she lay, arms and legs tucked in tight, whining and pleading for his touch. “So, I'm guessing you like having your tummy rubbed? Is that right?”

His answer was the most prominent, most adorable puppy dog face he had ever seen. He groaned and cringed at the sight; not in fear or disgust, but in the basic impulse to give the cute little creature what she desired. “Damn, how I can say no to a face like that?” he grinned down at her and let his hands go to town.

Spike watched in amazement as the kobold’s face lit up in pure delight as he rubbed her belly; she panted raggedly with her tongue out, and the broadest smile stretched across her face, tail wagging and her eyes beaming in excitement. “Aw, you’re such a good girl, aren’t ya,” he coos at her. “C’mon, who’s a good girl?”

She barked happily in response.

“Who’s a good girl?”

She barks twice in sheer pleasure.

“That’s right,” he chuckles with a toothy grin. He brought his hands to stop, letting the dog-girl catch her breath, but before he knew it, she quickly rose and pressed herself firmly against his chest, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck. The drake gazed down at her cute face as she cuddled up against him. “I know this goes without saying,” he said, gently patting her head, “but something must be seriously wrong with those timberwolves. To pick on a sweet little thing like you is beyond me.”

Suddenly, the kobold leaned forward and gave a slow, but firm lick to Spike’s cheek. Spike jerked his head back in surprise before looked back at the kobold’s smiling face as her eyes conveying nothing short of happiness and something else Spike couldn’t seem to peg. He smiled back at her before stretching his limbs. The drake gave a deep yawn as he heard his joints make a satisfying pop before a catching a musky scent. He scrunched his nose before leaning down and giving himself a sniff. “Jeez, I reek,” he chuckled nonchalantly. “I guess after the day I’ve had a shower is much overdue. “C’mon, girl, let’s head down to my room.”

Without any further discussion, Spike seamlessly scooped up she-pup and carried her down to the basement. Once they arrived, Spike set his charge down on the bed before making his way toward his bathroom. The kobold waited patiently as the sound of water running soon filled her ears. A moment later, Spike poked his head out, looking at her, “Okay, I’m gonna take a quick shower. Then, we’re gonna bathe you and change your bandages. After that, I’ll make us something to eat. Cool?”

The young dog girl barked, wagging her tail ecstatically at the prospect of food. “Alright, just sit tight. I won’t take long.”

With that decided, Spike returned to the bathroom, leaving the kobold to her lonesome. The she-dog took a small glance at her surroundings, taking stock of Spike’s room. Most of the objects seemed foreign to her, that was until a familiar scent caught her attention. She raised her head, taking a sniff at the air, letting the sharp, musky aroma fill her nostrils. Scent, the simple word sounded firmly in her mind. Good.

The world seemed to fade away from the young canine as the heady smell filled her senses, blanking her mind. Feel the alluring pull on her nose; the kobold found herself turning about on the bed. She stared at the center of the bed, her paws gently brushing across the covers before lowering her head into the fabric and taking an experimental whiff. Her eyes widened in shock and delight as the odor exploded through her nostrils, sending her tail into a wagging tornado. Scent. Scent. She mentally raved, burying her face deeper into his covers. Scent…strong. Scent…good!

As the smell of her caretaker overtook her, the kobold quickly splayed herself across the bed, taking in as much of the aroma as she could. She panted heavily and whimpered greedily as a surge of pleasure and delight coursed through her body. Before long, she began rolling all around the bed, trying to make some of the smell rub off on her. Eventually, she came to a stop at the top of the bed with her face in Spike’s pillow with the covers in a messy bundle, smiling without a care in the world.

In her bliss-filled reverie, she didn’t notice the sound of the shower cutting off nor the sound of Spike’s bathroom door opening. Said dragon entered the room with a towel around his waist. When he caught sight of the she-pup, he couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow at her as she continued to sniff at the bed absentmindedly. Seeing no need to disturb her right away, Spike made his way over to his dresser to grab some new clothes. Given that he was planning on giving the kobold bath next, he chose some everyday casual garments, a green t-shirt, and some shorts. Entirely dressed once again, Spike approached the bed and sat on the edge next to the she-pup. He reached out and with a quick pat on her head; the kobold instantly came out of her daze. She turned to face Spike; her face flushed red; from embarrassment or not, Spike couldn’t tell, but he had her attention now.

“Having fun messing up my bed,” he teased her. If she wasn’t embarrassed before, the deepening red blush to her face proved she was now as she quickly got up and sat on her knees; her head and gaze lowered with her ears lying flat with her tail wrapped around her. “It’s okay, I’m not mad,” he assured her, petting her head gently. “C’mon, let’s go get you ready for your bath.”

With little ease, Spike reached out and took the kobold into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. He set her on the ground and started filling the tub. Once it was half full, water nice and warm, he turned his attention back to the she-pup sitting behind him. The drake knelt in front of her before moving his hand towards her bandaged head, “Before we get you in the water, I gotta take these off. It’s gonna hurt a little, okay?”

She gave him a short nod. He nodded back in confirmation as he started. Slowly, he began unraveling the bandages. She flinched and whimpered now and then, but never shied away, letting him continue. It was a trying process, but soon enough, Spike managed to peel away the bandages revealing her wounded body. Atop her head was a bloody gash, though thanks to the dressing, the blood had long since dried up. A series of claw marks stretched across her shoulder; bad, but not too deep. More claw marks and some bruising lay across her exposed chest. Finally, a couple of bite marks sat on her left hand, wrist and thigh. All and all, her wounds were serious, but Spike could tell they would heal, given time. “You poor thing,” he sighed, looking over her damaged form.

The kobold looked back at him; despite being hurt, she lightly smiled and wagged her tail at him. He smiled back before picking her up in his arms again and setting her gently down in the water, facing him. He figured she might put up some sort of struggle, but when she didn’t resist or fight he quickly got to work. After grabbing some soap, a brush and a small pale from under the sink, he lathered up and started gingerly scrubbing her down; her fur, though soft, was indeed matted and tangled in areas. He started with her arms, holding one up with one arm and scrubbing with the other. Making sure not to cause any discomfort, Spike used a firm but comfortable touch, especially near her right shoulder. “There, not so bad,” he muttered, staying mindful of his work. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

She shook her head once, and he continued onto the next. Once her arms were finished, he moved onto her exposed front. Thinking the brush might be too harsh, Spike put it aside and decided to use his hands. He started with her belly; given that it was a huge weak spot, he figured it would ease and relax her. Once again, her reaction was instantaneous as her face lit up into a brilliant smile as he started washing her stomach. The kobold leaned back against the wall, arms folded in and legs spread, exposing herself, giving him complete and total access.

He couldn’t help the blush that burned his cheeks, though thankfully the water was hiding her modesty, not to mention her swiftly wafting tail was causing water to splash him. “Easy, girl, easy,” he told her, covering his face with one arm while the other continued to bathe her tummy.

His words seemed to fall on deaf ears; the longer he rubbed her, the longer she continued to pant, whimper and splash him. Thinking he had enough, Spike pulled his hand away and waited her for her calm down. Once she stopped panting and sat forward, Spike once again reached out, toward her, but stopped just short of her wounded chest, “Now, hold still. I’ll try to be gentle, but this might hurt a bit.”

With that said, Spike slowly closed the distance and lightly laid his hand against her breast. The kobold gave a slight yelp, though not of pain, but surprise as she felt her conical mound press into his palm. Spike’s cheeks burned a little hotter at her reaction. Since she wasn’t in pain, the young drake brought up his remaining hand and merely continued with his task. He gingerly, softly massaged her chest, getting the soap in as best he could without harming his charge. Every so often she gave a yelp or a whimper. Spike thought he might have hurt her, but the look on her face read something else; something that wasn’t pain.

The kobold’s cheeks were flushed red, her eyes half-lidded and glazed over, tongue hanging out as she panted heavily. As if Spike needed any further indication, the sensation of her perky cherry nipples pressed firmly against his hands said more than enough. Oh boy, he internally muttered as he felt his lower dragon stirring in his cage. No, no, that’s not what Fluttershy meant by “take care of her.” he chided himself.

After deciding he’d done enough, Spike grabbed the empty pale at his side and scooped some water into it. He then lifted it up and slowly began to rinse the soap out of the kobold’s fur. Once all the soap was gone, Spike put the pale away and grabbed the brush before reapplying more soap before continuing. “Okay, now let’s get your head and back,” he muttered as he helped her maneuver around, so her back was now facing him.

With her in position, the adolescent dragon started washing her back. As he brushed away, he couldn’t help but notice the sounds of her lightly whimpering as her tail slowly swayed; her slim, delicate frame shuddered every so often, refusing to hide the fact that she was enjoying herself. Once he finished her back, he started in on her mane. Gently he massaged her head, using his fingers to do most of the work while staying mindful of her injury. Spike then quickly rinsed his hands off before tilting her head straight up. “Okay, hold still, and shut your eyes,” he told her, once again filling the pale with water. “Don’t wanna get any soap in your eyes.”

She quickly complied and closed her eyes before Spike started pouring water. After a moment or two, Spike finished washing the soap from her head and back. “Alright, now I just gotta…” Spike paused as his cheeks started to burn again at the thought of his final task. Just gotta get her…legs and rear. Crap. he cursed himself.

The dog girl looked over her shoulder at him, her head tilted in confusion at the dragon’s bewildered expression. He shook his head, sending whatever perverse thoughts that tried to tug at him away before facing the kobold with a more controlled smile, “Right, sorry, zoned out for a second,” he nervously chuckled. “So, we’re almost done. I just need you to sit up on your knees. If you want, you can lean against the wall if it’ll be easier for you.”

She nodded firmly and obeyed. Rising to her knees, she sat up facing the wall pressing her hands against the wall before her to balance on. Once again, Spike felt his mind and his inner dragon betray him as his eyes fell upon the she-dog’s bodice; her tail slightly raised, still swaying, pushing her taut little rear out toward him with her legs parted somewhat allowing her maidenhead to peek through. Despite being exposed as she was, the kobold made no motion to hide from her caretaker. She merely looked over her shoulder at him, waiting patiently for his next action. Her eyes seemed to draw his own back to hers. Spike couldn’t help but study her expression for a moment. No fear was present. Nor any embarrassment. She almost seemed expectant. She can’t…he mused for a moment before internally shaking the thought. No. No way. Must be my imagination.

Squaring that notion away, Spike set himself back to the task at hand. Once he swiftly lathered his hands once again, the young drake reached out and grabbed her thigh. He felt the kobold shiver as his hands traveled about her leg. A few whimpers escaped her every so often, but still, she didn’t resist and allowed Spike to bathe her. He soon enough finished both her legs and moved, with much hesitation, up toward her tight bottom. Slowly and gently, he grasped the she-pup’s cheeks; she yelped, but the sight of her tail wagged said it wasn’t in displeasure.

Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Spike remained diligent as he properly washed her rear; his hands firmly scrubbed her cute delicate butt while the rod in his pants began to throb against the confines of his shorts. He did his best to ignore the growing arousal brewing inside, but the way her soft fur felt in his hands and the slight wiggle of her hips in his grasp wasn’t helping. Spike quickly finished her romp before moving up to her tail, giving it a quick scrub. Just as he thought he finished, it occurred to Spike he missed a spot. His eyes trailed down between her legs where her little slit sat, nice and tempting.

The young drake groaned internally, trying to contain himself. C’mon, Spike, relax. You can do this. You’ve just gotta finish this, and you’re in the clear.

Not wanting to make this any more uncomfortable for either of them, Spike reached out with a tentative hand and pressed his hand firmly against the whole of her pussy. The kobold went stiff for a second as Spike’s hand made contact with her most precious of places; his hand held still, waiting for any negative response. When none came, the adolescent dragon swallowed the lump in his throat before he started bathing her nether region.

With his hand rubbing against such a sensitive spot, the dog girl couldn’t possibly contain her voice. Whimpers and pants fell from her steadily; her eyes glancing over her shoulder as her caretaker caressed her pedals gently. Spike caught the kobold’s gaze, his cheeks on fire while her’s were only slightly red. He could feel some sensations against his hand as he washed her; a slowly rising heat, her lips becoming fuller and swollen, a small nub brushing his fingers at the tip of her mound and lastly, another wet substance. He would have mistaken it for soap if not for the viscosity as well as noticing that his hand was getting stickier the longer he continued. Danger! Danger! Warnings flared in his mind as his willpower began to slip. Abort mission! Repeat. Abort mission!

“Okay, t-that’s…enough,” he cried out, quickly pulling his hand back, heavily breathing. “L-Let’s rinse y-you off and d-dry you off.”

The kobold looked at him, face somewhat flushed, eyes a bit dazed, but didn’t refute his insistence, despite the buzzing still lingering between her legs.

Moving with great haste, Spike filled the pale and rinsed her down. Once she was wholly cleaned down, the drake proceeded to empty the tub before hauling her out. After setting her on the floor, Spike grabbed the secondary towel he had off the wrack and started drying her off. She whimpered as he was rubbing her down swiftly, yet frantically. However, despite himself, he still made sure not to harm her needlessly. Once that done, Spike quickly ran upstairs and gathered some medical supplies. When he returned, he set about rebandaging the dog-girl’s wounds.

Finally, having finished his task, Spike rose back up, only to crash back onto his bed in an exhausted huff, “Alright, done and done.”

Now that the awkwardness is over. I can relax, he internally groaned as he closed his eyes.

His respite didn’t last as he felt a sudden pressure press onto the bed and then onto his chest. He opened his eyes to see the kobold resting her head on chest; her eyes were closed, breathing evenly while her tail swished absentmindedly. She seemed so at peace; Spike couldn’t bring himself to disturb her. I know I said I’d make us lunch but a few minutes rest…won’t….hur- the young drake’s thought merely melted away as his fatigue swept him away to slumber.

About an hour later, after a trying day of assisting Princess Celestia in Day Court, Twilight stretched her arms, sighing in relief as she walked up to the front door of the Golden Oaks Library. “Ah, home sweet home,” she smiled contently as she opened the door and stepped inside.

After a glance around, the alicorn took stock of her surroundings, taking note of her assistant’s hard work. “Looks like Spike finished his chores. Not too surprising,” she commented as she continued to look around, yet didn’t see her little brother anywhere. “Huh, wonder if he’s home.”

She headed down into the basement, calling out, “Spike, you down here?”

When no answer came, she continued down the stairs until she reached the bottom. The princess wasn’t too surprised to find her adoptive brother passed out on his bed; however, what did cause her brow to raise was the strange dog-girl resting firmly beside him. Twilight walked over to the side of the bed and reached out to the slumbering dragon. “Spike,” she said, nudging his shoulder. “Spike, wake up.”

“Hm,” he groaned as he cracked his left eye open, looking up at to see a blurry figure looming over him. “Twilight?”

He did his best to rub the sleep from his eyes before looking up to see his big sister looking at him. “Hey, you’re back,” he smiled at her. “How’d things go with the Princess?”

“Never mind that,” she quickly waved him off. “Who is she?”

Spike blinked in confusion before feeling something nuzzle into his chest. He looked down to see his charge still sound asleep. “Oh, uh, funny story,” he nervously chuckled.

“I’m listening,” she folded her arms waiting to hear his explanation.

Spike did his level best to be as detailed as he could, knowing Twilight preferred hearing everything explained thoroughly; how he cleaned the library, only for Angel to come in a ruin everything, chased the little menace through town, crashed into Fluttershy’s cottage where she asked him to look after the kobold until she recovered. Then finally, how he came home, cleaned their home once again and then took a nap. As much as Spike knew how much she liked to be informed, he didn’t think telling Twilight about the bathing incident would be in his best interest. “And that’s that,” he shrugged. “Funny, right?”

“Spike, that wasn’t funny in the slightest,” she told him bluntly before her stern expression melted into a sorrowful one. “That’s actually…rather sad. Is the poor thing alright?”

The drake was taken aback as Twilight swiftly moved over, closer to the sleeping she-pup. “For now. I cleaned her wounds and changed her bandages a little while ago. She should be fine.”

The princess reached her hand out, gently caressing the kobold’s mane. To their surprise, the sensation of being petted seemed to be enough to stir the she-pup from sleep. She rubbed her eyes with her paw before turning to face an unfamiliar pair of purple eyes looking at her. The pup shrieked in surprise and ducked behind Spike, whimpering. “No no no, it’s okay,” Twilight gently cooed. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Yeah, she seems kinda skittish around other girls.” Spike chuckled as he sat up and looked over his shoulder. “It’s okay. This is Twilight, and she’s my big sister. She won’t hurt you, I promise.”

The kobold looked at him then toward Twilight, who then held her hand out, “Shake.”

The dog-girl glanced at Spike before looking back at Twilight’s outstretched hand before slowly, hesitantly extending her own. Neither Spike nor Twilight spoke, waiting with bated breath as the kobold gently took hold of Twilight’s hand. The alicorn smiled closing her grip and slowly shook, “Good girl.”

“See, no harm…,” Spike sentence trailed off as a loud rumbling sound filled the room. “Right, I forgot. I was going to make something to eat earlier. We overslept and now I’m starving.”

Another grumbling sound ensued, though this one originated from the kobold. She whined, her ears drooping, gripping her empty stomach. “Looks like you’re not the only one,” Twilight chuckled. “I’m pretty hungry myself.”

Sensing the unanimous decision, Spike picked up the she-pup and everyone headed upstairs to the kitchen. Spike sat the kobold down at the table where Twilight joined with the book Fluttershy had given him on kobolds. The two sat in relative silence while the adolescent drake started cooking. “Hm, this is quite fascinating,” Twilight remarked, flying through the pages with relative ease. “I never knew kobolds had such versatile senses of smell.”

“What do you mean?” Spike asked, his eyes not straying from the meal he was preparing.

“Well, if trained properly, kobolds can be taught to find rare plants and minerals. Even gems.”

“Seriously,” Spike whipped his head around, eyes gleaming in surprise and delight.

“Spike,” Twilight eyed him suspiciously.

The dragon coughed, trying to get his composure back, “What I mean is that’s pretty interesting.”

He chuckled nervously, turning back around to continue cooking. Twilight eyed him for only a moment further before she went back to reading. “Though, despite all of this, the most impressive thing is that they can speak Equine. I wonder if they can be taught different languages as well.”

“Yeah, Shy said kobolds could speak but only simple words and phrases,” Spike commented.

“Has she spoken before,” Twilight asked, placing the book down and looking at the kobold who was still focused on Spike.

“Not since I met her,” he shrugged.

“Have you tried speaking with her?”

“I’ve been speaking with her all day,” Spike looked at her with a raised brow.

“I mean, have you tried holding a conversation with her?” Twilight clarified. “Do you even know her name?”

“I…er…well no,” Spike muttered in hesitation. “I didn’t think she could talk. I thought if she could she would have said something by now. That, or she was too scared to.”

“She seems fine now,” Twilight smiled as she brushed her hand through the kobold’s mane. To Spike surprise, the she-pup didn’t shy away from Twilight but instead leaned into her touch as she turned to face the alicorn. “Let’s see,” Twilight leaned in close, keeping the dog-girl’s attention. “Can you…understand me?”

The kobold eyed Twilight for a short moment before nodding firmly. “Oh good,” Twilight beamed, glancing over at Spike, “See? You just needed to try and speak with her properly.”

Spike turned the oven on low, so as not to burn their food while he assisted his sister in their intriguing endeavor. He moved over beside Twilight with a curious look in his eyes. “Okay, so, you can understand us. Can you communicate,” Twilight asked as she pantomimed with her hands, gesturing to herself and the kobold. The she-pup tilted her head. “Can you speak?” she simplified.

The kobold averted her eyes in uncertainty. “Maybe she can’t speak after all,” Spike said with a shrug.

“Wait,” Twilight told him, her eyes pinned on the dog-girl. Said girl sat before the two, opening and closing her mouth, desperate to respond but unsure of the words. “It’s okay, take your time.”

The two watched as the kobold continued to struggle for a moment, her eyes tightened in frustration, before she finally replied, “…Sp…Speak.”

Her hosts gasped in surprise as she looked at them directly, “C-Can…speak.”

“That’s wonderful,” Twilight cheered, excitingly clapping her hands.

“Well, look at that.” Spike smiled.

“Good, that’s very good,” Twilight said in an encouraging tone. “Now, can you tell us your name?”

“N-N…Na…Name?” the she-pup struggled, tilting her in confusion.

“Oh…um, well, I’m Twilight,” the princess properly reintroduced herself before gesturing to her brother. “This is Spike.”

“Twilight,” she gestured to herself, then to motioned toward the dragon, “Spike.”

“And you are?”

The kobold’s face tightened as she looked down deep in thought, her mouth opening and closing, trying to compose her response. “M…M…”

“That’s it, you got it,” Spike encouraged.

“M…Mel…an…ie,” she sounded it out.

“Melanie,” Twilight inquired. “Your name is Melanie?”

The kobold nodded affirmingly. “Oh, what a cute name,” Twilight smiled.

The dog girl pointed to herself, looking at Twilight, “Melanie.”

She then pointed to the princess, “Twilight.”

“That’s right,” the alicorn nodded.

The she-pup then pointed to Spike her tail wagging happily behind her, “M…Master.”

Both Spike and Twilight’s eyes widened in shock, utterly taken aback by the statement. The two glanced to each other, then back to Melanie. “Um…Melanie, sweetie,” Twilight chuckled nervously, “That’s um…not correct. His name is Spike. Can you say that? Spike?”

“Master,” she replied straightforwardly.

“Spike,” Twilight repeated.

“Master.”

“Spike.”

“Master!” Melanie practically bounded forward and hugged Spike’s midsection. Once again the two hosts were slightly taken aback by her reaction.

“Spike…” Twilight leered at him.

“Before you say anything,” Spike quickly cut off his sister interrogation, “I swear, I didn’t teach her to say that.”

“Spike?” she glanced at him suspiciously.

“I swear,” he pleaded. “I’ve been cleaning the place all day. I haven’t had time to teach her anything. After I finished my chores, I washed up, then bathed her and we took a nap. That’s all.”

“Hmm,” Twilight sighed, shrugging casually. “Fine, I believe you.”

“Maybe to her there’s no difference between my name and that word?” Spike theorized.

“Perhaps,” Twilight agreed, picking up the book from the table and swiftly flipped through the pages. It didn’t take her long to find what she was looking for, “Ah, here we go. Chapter eleven: In-depth Behaviorism.”

Spike watched as Twilight’s eyes flew over the words, page after page until they finally came to a halt. “Hm, it says here, kobolds are very docile and friendly creatures. While not adverse to other females, they mainly show any real interest in males. Once they’ve interacted with a member of the opposite sex that strikes their fancy, they almost immediately latch onto them, treating them as their one true owner or “Master.” After such time, the kobold becomes highly responsive and obedient to this particular male; seeking affection, food, and attention, the kobold will act as the perfect companion. Never violent, aggressive or territorial; Kobolds are indeed a male’s best friend.”

“Interesting,” Twilight pondered.

“But I just met her today,” Spike raised a quizzical brow. “How could she possibly think I’m her Master?”

“Well, you are the one taking care of her,” his sister pointed out. “You help her move about since she can’t. You’ve bathed her, fed her, changed her bandages. After everything you’ve done so far, it makes sense that she’d bond with you.”

Spike looked back down to Melanie, watching as she nuzzled her head into her stomach, holding him tightly and wagging her tail almost ecstatically. She then gazed up at him, her eyes brimming with an earnest fondness. He gently smiled at her as he lightly patted her head. “Alright, well, at least we got something to call you now.”

With that figured out, Spike picked up the dog-girl and put her back in her chair. “Well, Melanie, it’s nice to meet you,” he told her. “And don’t worry. So long as you’re here, I’m gonna take good care of you. Till you’re all healed up, count on me.”

Melanie smiled and nodded earning another head scratch. And having concluded that little discovery, Spike returned to the stove and continued fixing their meal.

After some time, Spike managed to finish cooking their food. While Spike and Twilight ate without a problem, Melanie merely flung herself face first into her plate. The young drake was able to stop her, but upon further thought, with her paws, both he and Twilight knew she would never be able actually to hold utensils. Leaving him no other choice, Spike agreed to feed her, to which Melanie happily accepted.

Once everyone had finished eating, Spike set about doing the dishes. Twilight remained at the table reading the kobold guidebook, though Melania opted to stay by Spike’s side. While the young drake stood still, washing the plates and whatnot, the kobold patiently curled up near Spike's feet, silently resting. The dragon glanced down at her every now and again, watching her snore gently, peacefully. “I guess I’m gonna have to do some shopping?”

“What do you mean?” Twilight asked, though her eyes never left the book.

“Well, if she’s gonna be staying with us for the foreseeable future, she’ll need some clothes,” he pointed out.

“Oh, yeah,” she agreed in realization, pulling her eyes up to glance at Melanie. “I’m sure Rarity will be able to help.”

“Hopefully,” he shrugged. “Then we’re gonna have to find some real food for her. I mean, does it say anything in there about a Kobold’s diet?”

“Yes, actually,” Twilight chimed, swiftly jumping further back. “It says here that kobolds are omnivorous. They’re not partially picky and basically eat anything you put in front of them.”

“Hm, good to know,” Spike smirked. “At least we won’t have to worry too much about that.”

“Anything else?”

“Well, the only thing I can think of are toys.”

“Toys?”

“Yeah, I mean, she’s a dog, so she’ll need stuff to chew on,” he pointed out. “Unless you want to donate some books to that cause.”

“R-Right, toys, can’t forget the toys,” Twilight stammered in fear, glancing back into the library where her precious collection of literature sat.

Spike chuckled, watching her squirm a bit, “Plus, they’ll help with her recovery.”

“True,” Twilight nodded. “So, clothes, food, and toys. Think you’ll need any help?”

“Nah, I can get it myself,” he assured her. “I’ll just finish the dishes and head out.”

“What about her?” Twilight inquired, pointing to the sleeping she-pup.

“Is it okay if I leave her here with you?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at her. “It shouldn’t take me long to get what I need. Plus, I don’t think it’s a good idea to drag her around all over Ponyville.”

“I don’t mind, I’m sure I can handle her while you’re gone,” Twilight smiled.

“Cool.”

After the young dragon finished cleaning the dishes, he quickly grabbed his wallet and headed out to do his shopping. Getting the clothes from Rarity wasn’t too difficult. After explaining the situation, the generous unicorn was more than happy to be of assistance. While he didn’t have her exact measurements, he still managed to give her a general description of Melanie’s height and physique. The fashionista easily found some suitable clothes, however, upon receiving them, Rarity made Spike promise to bring the kobold over to the boutique for a proper fitting as soon as possible. Naturally, Spike couldn’t refuse her request.

Once that was finished, Spike headed toward the local pet shop before getting the food. He didn’t spend much time there. He just grabbed a ball, a bone, a tug-o-war rope, and a squeaky teddy bear. And finally, afterward, he made his way to the market place to stock up on more food. He didn’t need to grab much, just enough to feed a house of three at least a week, which was about all he could carry at the time.

With all his shopping done, Spike was now soaring through the air back toward home. “Okay, let’s see,” he muttered, looking through the bags. “I got at least four outfits for Melanie. Some toys to keep her entertained. As for food, we got fresh potatoes and tomatoes. Some celery and spinach, bleh. Wheat, bread, cheese, carrots, lettuce, and cabbage. Alright, that should be everything. At least for…”

Spike quickly stopped midsentence as a loud howling sound cut straight through the air. “What the…”

The ear-splitting canine cry became louder and louder the longer he flew. Just as the Golden Oaks Library came into view, the howling reached a fevered pitch. “Oh boy,” he muttered before swooping to the ground.

When he touched down in front of the door, Spike hesitated for a moment as he reached for the door handle. Taking a calming breath, Spike then grabbed the knob and turned it. No sooner did he push it, did the loud howling come exploding out of the treehouse with incredible force. It took every ounce of willpower the drake could muster not to topple over from the near ear-splitting cry. With a now high-pitched ringing in his ears, Spike peered inside to find Twilight cringing on the ground, holding her ears next to a wailing Melanie.

“Twilight!” Spike called out, though she didn’t seem to hear him. “TWILIGHT!”

Spike watched as she jerked at the sound of her name and then turned to face him. “SPIKE,” she cried out, scrambling to her feet. She swiftly ran over, grabbed him and pulled him inside before forcing the door shut.

“WHAT’S GOING ON,” he shouted. “WHY IS SHE HOWLING?”

“I DON’T KNOW,” she screamed back with a terrified expression. “SHE WOKE UP A LITTLE WHILE AGO. ALL OF SUDDEN SHE STARTED CRYING AND THEN STARTED HOWLING. I’VE BEEN TRYING TO GET HER TO CALM DOWN, BUT NOTHING WORKS!”

Spike looked to the howling kobold for a moment before setting the bags down. He quickly made his way over to the she-pup and kneeled in front of her, “MELANIE. MELANIE!”

Despite his calls, the dog-girl didn’t respond and continued to wail. Since she wouldn’t respond to his voice, Spike did the only thing he could think of; he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. The kobold’s constant crying instantly stopped as she felt his arms around her, pressing her into his chest. She then opened her eyes and looked up to see him smiling meekly at her, “Hey, what’s wrong? Why’re you crying?”

“M-Master…g-g-gone,” she replied. “M-M-Melanie…a-alone.”

“What do you mean,” he quirked a brow in confusion. “Twilight was with you.”

She swiftly shook her head before burying herself in his chest again. “M-Master gone. Melanie a-alone. N-Not w-want,” she sobbed, clinging to him fiercely as she trembled in his grasp. “Not alone.”

Spike glanced back to Twilight, her fearful expression quickly became replaced by dismay. He looked back to the kobold and patted her head softly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he apologized. “I just stepped out to get some things, but I wasn’t leaving for good. I’m not going anywhere, and I won’t leave you alone. I promise.”

Her trembling slowly subsided, and after a moment or two, when she finally calmed down, she looked up at him, “Promise?”

“Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye,” he replied, performing the various motions of the infamous Pinkie Promise, “I Pinkie Promise. So, please, don’t cry anymore.”

She gazed at him, eyes practically beaming before nodding in response. “Good girl,” he smiled back, petting her again. “Feel better now?”

Melanie wiped away her tears and nodded once. “Good, cuz I’ve got some new stuff for you,” he said before glancing back to his sister. “Twilight, could you bring those bags over?”

Without pause, Twilight rummaged through the bags before finding what she naturally assumed to be Melanie’s belongings. She brought them over and set them down next to Spike, letting the dragon sift through it before pulling out the clothes. “See, I got something nice to wear,” he said, holding up the various dresses and skirts. The kobold’s eyes marveled at the vibrantly colored fabrics; with extended paws, she touched the soft material in awe.

“Plus,” he added as he placed the clothes down and turned over the other, dropping all the contents on the floor, “I got you some…”

However, no sooner did the toys hit the ground did the she-pup quickly follow soon after; her tail excitedly wagging as she chomped down on the squeaky teddy bear. “Toys,” Spike chuckled, watching the kobold continuously bite down on the chew toy, causing it to squeak.

“Well, that certainly got her attention,” Twilight muttered, crossing her arms in intrigue.

“Right,” Spike chuckled, standing up beside her. “So, are you okay?”

“A little frazzled, I suppose but, yeah, I’m fine,” she shrugged before looking back to calm she-pup. “The poor thing. She must have severe separation anxiety. You’re gonna have to stick close to her a while or who knows how she’ll react.”

“Yeah, seems that way,” he agreed, watching Melanie playfully nip at her new toy. “This is gonna take some getting used to.”

Time flew by rather quickly around the Golden Oaks Library. As Spike stated, getting used to the newest addition to their home certainly did take some time. If it wasn’t bathing the kobold, it was getting her appropriately dressed. Spike had agreed to do both, however, with Melanie being a girl, Twilight insisted on helping the she-dog retain some decency. Unfortunately, Melanie didn’t make things easy for her. It didn’t matter if he was in another room or just outside the door, Melanie didn’t like being separated from Spike. At least not a first.

Gradually, with some nifty psychological techniques Twilight looked up, the two managed to get the kobold’s separation anxiety to a more manageable level. After some time, they were able to get the kobold to stay calm when Spike was out any given room, but he still needed to be nearby, mainly within her smelling distance which was basically inside the house. Teaching her to get dressed was another challenge in and of itself. While she did like the clothes, Melanie wasn’t too keen on wearing any. Twilight could barely get them over her head without the kobold fighting to get out of them. When Spike tried, he managed to get her to wear them, but only for a short while before she became irritated and began to pull them off.

After many failed attempts they arranged for Rarity to make a house call and see what could be done and naturally, the element of generosity was more than willing to help. Getting her to sit still was a bit of a challenge, especially around someone new; not to mention Rarity’s frequent messing with Melanie’s mane. Luckily Spike was able to get her to stay put long enough for Rarity to get the proper measurements. The fashionista suggested more loose-fitted clothing, given that it was apparent the kobold didn’t like feeling restricted and more free-flowing clothing would work better for her, especially once she was healed and became more active.

Once the clothes were finished, and Melanie’s heath became better, Spike set about exercising and socializing her. The former was simpler than the latter. The two would play about the park for a while, mainly fetch or tug-o-war, both of which she thoroughly enjoyed. He even tried testing her sense of smell with a little hide and seek. No matter where he hid, the cute little kobold managed to find him with the greatest of ease. And, naturally, to quell his ever-present curiosity, the young dragon even tested her gem hunting skills. He got her acquainted with a few common gems and secretly hid them around the park. Of course, much to his surprise and astonishment, she found them all with very little instruction. It didn’t take long for a cornucopia of ideas of small gem finding sessions to run through his mind with Melanie’s nose to ground, but Spike quickly vetoed them.

Getting the kobold back to health was first and foremost his primary concern.

Next came the socializing. Naturally, Spike tried to accomplish this gradually, though that became somewhat difficult when meeting Pinkie Pie for the first time. That party cannon nearly gave Melanie a heart attack. After a frantic series of apologies, Spike quickly revaluated his approach and decided to start Melanie off with someone who wouldn’t scare her to death with a simple hello. This led him to the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Luckily, they weren’t as loud as Pinkie, but their exuberant, giddy behavior truly tested Melanie’s limits. She was a bit skittish, but the girls managed to warm up to her.

Afterward came the rest of the Apple clan. Applejack and Big Mac were always easy to get along with and having Winona around made it even easier. Before taking their leave, Granny Smith offered them each a slice of apple pie, which Melanie seemed delighted to have. Finally came Rainbow Dash. While she was one of the most outgoing of his friends, much like Pinkie Pie, the pegasus could be a bit too…flashy, if not abrasive. Her overall fast pace personality made it difficult for Melanie to get close to, but after Spike had her rein it in, the kobold seemed to take an interest in her.

Fluttershy was the easiest for Melanie to relax around. Being the animal caretaker that she was, the she-pup quickly felt safe and calm around Fluttershy. Her gentle, soothing nature during the kobold’s frequent checkups truly put Melanie in a good mood.

“Okay, we’re almost there,” Fluttershy said softly. Slowly and carefully the pink haired pegasus moved her hands as she unwove the array of bandages from around the kobold sitting in front of her.

Melanie sat still in the young caretaker’s cottage as the winged girl took special care to remove her bandages. It was a trying few weeks of healing, but sure enough, the kobold managed to make a full recovery. Spike sat on the couch to the side watching as Fluttershy did her thing, all the while his mind buzzed in anticipation and surprise. Not being an animal expert, the drake often wondered if he was taking care of Melanie properly, though, after watching her become happier and more energetic as the weeks passed by, it certainly made him feel more assured.

Fluttershy even commented to him that her rate of recovery had mostly to do with him as much as Melanie. His attention and affection towards the dog-girl prompted Melanie to get better. There was no denying that every moment the dragon and kobold spent together seemed to be the highlight of Melanie’s day. Whenever he would clean, she would try to help. She even attempted help him cook once, but her paws didn’t seem conducive to the task. If Spike was laying about reading comics, naturally Melanie was nearby resting on him or against him, happily relishing in his touch as he scratched her ear or belly. Whatever they did or wherever they were, as long as she was by his side, Melanie was content.

Although, that now begged the question, what now? With the kobold’s wounds healed, what would become of her? “Alright, all finished,” Fluttershy chimed, pulling Spike from his mental reverie. With a quick shake of his head, Spike came to his senses and looked over to see Melanie looking herself. She smiled, wagging her tail energetically as she rejoiced in her recovery. “So, she’s all better now?” Spike asked.

“Most definitely,” Fluttershy beamed as she joined him on the couch. “Melanie’s made a full recovery, and it was all thanks to you, Spike. You did a wonderful job.”

“Thanks…I just did my best,” he embarrassingly chuckled. Before Spike could react, he felt the kobold come barreling into him. He grunted from the impact before looking do to see the kobold’s smiling face. “Feeling good now?” he smiled back.

“Good,” Melanie nodded, “Melania feel better, Master.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said, gently patting her head.

“So, what will you do now?” Fluttershy asked.

“Silly, Fluttershy, isn’t that obvious? We throw a ‘Melanie finally got better’ party!” Pinkie exclaimed as she pounced up from behind the couch with an explosion of confetti.

Both Fluttershy and Melanie shrieked and yelped respectively in complete surprise as they jumped and hid behind Spike, who sat merely gawked at the sneaky party planner. “Pinkie, I know this is a stupid question, but where did you come from?” he asked.

“Well, Spikey, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much…”

“Never mind, I’m good,” Spike quickly halted her.

“Great, for a second there, I thought things were gonna get really awkward,” the pink haired girl innocently giggled.

“So, what’s this about a party?” Fluttershy asked, peaking from over Spike’s shoulder.

“Well since little Melanie’s all better now, we gotta throw her a proper party,” Pinkie cheerfully smiled as she hopped over the couch to take a seat. “I’ve been planning one forever ago. Since Mel wasn’t feeling well before, I thought it be best to wait.”

“Pinkie, I know you mean well, but Mel isn’t into big group activities,” Spike pointed out.

“I know, that’s why it’s just a small party. Just some close friends, nothing too big,” Pinkie assured him. “I learned my lesson.”

Not entirely, given that sudden entrance, Spike mused. “So, when and where are you throwing this party.”

“At your place and right now,” Pinkie answered with a broad smile.

“What, it’s going on right now?” Spike quirked his brow.

“Yup, the others should be finishing setting things up,” Pinkie said, tapping her chin in thought. “They sent me to come to get you.”

“Did you know about this,” he asked Fluttershy.

“I’m afraid not,” the pegasus confessed.

“Sorry, Shy, I wanted it to be a surprise,” Pinkie explained. “So, who’s ready to party?”

Spike looked down to the she-dog who watched him curiously, “Wanna go have some fun?”

She gently smiled and nodded before he turned back to Pinkie, “Alright, let’s go party.”

The party girl squealed with glee as she hopped up to her feet. “Alright, everybody! Party ho!!!”

With that, the four took their leave and made their way to the Golden Oaks Library.

When the four arrived at their destination Melanie was indeed surprised, but for once, it wasn’t in fear, but of amazement. From the colorful streamers and balloons to all her new friends, including the Crusaders and even Winona. Spike watched as Melanie’s face lit up in excitement and wonder, and with that, the party started in full swing. Between the confectionary treats, music and party games, there was never a dull moment.

Melanie talked and played with everyone, except Spike. The young dragon stood on the sidelines, watching the kobold enjoy herself to fullest. Her adorable smiling face and exuberant nature did nothing short of bringing a smile to his face, however, at the same time, a nagging thought came to mind, What now? He pondered. Melanie’s all better. I don’t have to take care of her anymore. She doesn’t have a reason to stay anymore. Tartarus, she might have a family somewhere that misses her. I don’t want her to go, but I can’t make her stay.

Just the thought of not seeing Melanie’s smiling face, not cuddling with her on a relaxing afternoon or even playing with her in the park gave Spike a sharp stinging sensation in his chest. Suddenly, a tugging feeling on his shirt pulled him from his thoughts. “Master,” she looked at him curiously. “Master, okay?”

He gave her a light smile and patted her head, “Yeah, I’m alright. You like the party?”

“Mhmm,” she nodded firmly, wagging her tail ecstatically. “Melanie have fun. Lots.”

“Good.”

“Come play, Master,” she tugged him forward. “Play.”

“Yeah, Spike,” Pinkie said, waving him over. “We’re just about to crack open the piñata.”

Spike’s smile broadened as he gave in and joined his friends.

As the party went on time slipped by without notice until the chime of the clock sounded at eleven at night. Finally realizing how late it had become, everyone unanimously decided that the party was officially over. After a little effort put in by all in attendance, the library was relatively cleaned up. Not wanting the others to stay out any later, Spike assured them he would get to the rest tomorrow. Everyone then began to say their goodbyes and take their leave.

“Seeya later, Melanie,” Applebloom smiled as she patted the kobold’s head.

“Goodnight, Melanie,” Sweetie Belle gushed as she hugged the dog-girl lovingly. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, later,” Scootaloo said simply, scratching the she-pup’s ear.

“C’mon, squirt, let’s get you home,” Rainbow told her, letting out an audible yawn.

“Same here, Bloom,” Applejack agreed with Winona sitting by her side.

“Come along, Sweetie,” Rarity added, “we ladies need our beauty rest.”

Before they left, Melanie gave each girl a wet lick on the cheek, “Bye.”

“Winona, wanna say goodbye before we go?” the cowgirl asked.

The faithful canine barked happily before running toward the kobold and leaped into her chest. Melanie quickly hugged her friend back, “Bye, Winona. Melanie miss you.”

“Okay, girl, time to go,” Applejack called out. Winona quickly responded and bounded back over to her master. “Later, Twi, Spike. You too, Mel, ah’m glad you’re feelin’ better, hun.” Applejack smiled as she, her sister and pet exited and waved goodbye.

“Thank you for having us over, Twilight,” Rarity said, giving the alicorn a gentle hug. “It was a delightful party.”

“Don’t thank me, thank Pinkie,” the princess giggled before separating. “She set the whole thing up.”

“No thanks needed over here,” Pinkie cheered, pulling both girls into a hug. “You know me, always down for a good party.”

“In either case, thank you for inviting us,” Rarity insisted as she turned her gaze toward the kobold, “and Melanie, I’m glad you’re feeling well again. I hope to see you by the boutique soon. I have some new designs I’d like to show you. Ciao, darlings.”

“Yeah, later,” Rainbow Dash waved passively. “Awesome party by the way. And Mel, good to see you’re doing better. Hope to see around more, pup so you can see my new stunts.”

And just like that, the daredevil and her number-one fan headed out into the night with the fashionista and her sister trailing right behind.

The party girl then quickly darted over to the kobold, “So Melanie, how was your first party? Did you like it?”

“Melanie love party,” the kobold beamed ecstatically, “ Have Fun. Can have again?”

“Of course,” Pinkie exclaimed as she pulled the she-pup into a tight hug, “You’ll always be welcome to one of my parties. Everyone is! That’s what friends are for!”

Melanie’s tail swung about in a frenzy as she started licking Pinkie’s face in sheer joy. The sudden tongue bath sent the pink haired baker into a giggling fever, “O-O-Okkay, Mel-Melanie, t-t-that t-ticcklesssh, hahahahaha.”

“Okay, Mel, that’s enough,” Spike clapped his hands, gaining the kobold’s attention. “It’s late and time for Pinkie to go home.”

The kobold stopped her licking assault a gave a slight whine in disappointment before Pinkie ruffled her mane. “It’s okay, Mel, we can play lots more tomorrow.”

Melanie smiled and wagged her tail at the prospect as Pinkie got back to her footing and hopped towards the front door, “Seeya later guys.”

“Melanie,” Fluttershy called out, gaining the dog-girl’s attention as walked over and kneeled next to her. “I’m so happy you’ve fully recovered. If you ever want to come over to play with my other animal friends or me, you’re more than welcome.”

Melanie quickly leaned forward and planted a big wet kiss on the girl’s cheek, “Thank, Fluttershy. Fluttershy help Melanie. Melanie better now.”

“You’re very welcome,” Fluttershy smiled, petting the cute she-pup. The young animal caretaker then stood up and headed for the door, but not without saying farewell to her friends, “Thanks for having me over.”

“No problem, Fluttershy,” Twilight assured her. “You’re always welcome here.”

“Yeah, and thanks for helping me with Melanie,” Spike added.

“No, I should be thanking you,” the pegasus giggled. “You did all the real work, after all. She’s all better thanks to you.”

“Well…” Spike trailed on, chuckling in embarrassment.

“Anyway, thanks again for having me,” Fluttershy said as she exited their home. “Have a good night, you three.”

“Later, Fluttershy,” Twilight waved as she began to shut to the door. “Get home safely.”

With the last of their friends finally departed, Twilight closed the door and let loose a content sigh, “Well…that was a nice way to spend the evening.”

“I’ll say,” Spike chuckled before he felt Melanie wrap her arms around his sides. He looked down to see her nuzzling his side before letting out a heavy yawn. The drake reached down and patted her head as she looked up at him. “Ready for bed?”

Melanie smiled and nodded cheerfully.

“That makes two of us,” Twilight yawned, stretching her arms, “I guess it’s time to call it a night.”

“Seems that way,” Spike agreed as he turned himself and Melanie towards the basement. “Seeya in the morning, Twi.”

“Goodnight, you two,” Twilight waved them off as she headed for the stairs. “Pleasant dreams.”

Once Spike and Melanie made it down the stairs, the drake stretched and yawned, expressing his exhaustion. “What a day,” he groaned. “I’m beat. So, you wanna take a bath first or me?”

“Melanie bathe with Master?” she asked hope beaming in her eyes.

“No.”

“Master bathe with Melanie?”

“No.”

Melanie pouted, whining in her throat, pulling back her ears back as she gave him her puppy dog eyes. “Ah ah ah,” he told her, wagging his finger commandingly. “None of that. You’re all healed up now, so you can wash yourself, like a good girl.”

The kobold’s eyes didn’t falter. “Are you a good girl, Melanie?”

The kobold’s gaze lessened and her whining ceased. “Yes. Melanie good girl.”

“And good girls…”

“Wash alone.” she finished as she got up. “Melanie bathe first.”

With that settled, the kobold bounded off of Spike and headed off into the bathroom, leaving the dragon once again, alone with his thoughts. Once the sound of the shower running hit his ears, Spike made no hesitation to walk over and crashed down onto the bed before he flipped over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling and rubbed his eyes. Ever since the first time he washed her, Melanie had become quite fixated to the idea of bathing with Spike. Twilight, however, being the concerned individual that she was, didn’t like the notion of her brother washing a young, naked, vulnerable girl and in the passing weeks had done her best to squash that notion. Unfortunately, the kobold was still hopeful, if not persistent to bath with her master. She did her best to beg for it by playing cute, but Spike held strong.

Now the drake laid back and closed his eyes; taking a deep breath, holding it for a moment before letting it all out in a cleansing exhale. “What now?” he asked plainly to himself.

Again, his thoughts formed around this question. He couldn’t figure why it was such a difficult question to answer. “The answer should be obvious,” he told himself. “Melanie was healthy again. She didn’t need to stay with him anymore. She probably wouldn’t; it was possible she had family somewhere. A family who were probably worried sick about her.”

That’s when something clicked in Spike’s mind, It’s not that I don’t know the answer to the question. I…I just don’t like it. I…I don’t want Mel to go.

He sat up on the edge of the bed and held his head low. “I don’t want her to go. I like having her here. Melanie’s so fun and sweet and cute. She’s nice to have around. So soft and cuddly; being with her sets my mind at ease.”

Suddenly an image of the kobold in question. Melanie was when he brought her home; she pressed herself firmly against his chest, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck before she pulled back. Just the image told Spike volumes of what she must have felt. Safety. Warmth. Affection. Peace. The image caused Spike to feel a strange ache in his chest once it faded from his mind. “There it is again,” he muttered to himself. “Why do I feel like this? Unless…do I…”

Before he could finish his thought, he heard the door open with Melanie standing in the doorway. Her lithe, slender frame fully wrapped in a towel with water beaded down her still wet and matted mane. She smiled at him, “Melanie shower. Master go now.”

He stared at her for a moment; steam rolled off her petite body, her mocha skin glowing healthily, eyes bright and full of delight. No, that can’t be right, he thought, shaking his head in disbelief. Melanie’s a pup. I can’t possibly be thinking like that. What’s wrong with me?

“Master?”

Spike pulled his head forward and found Melanie standing in front of him, her head tilted in confusion and her eyes filled with concern. “Master okay? No want shower?”

He looked at her with a troubled expression before he patted his hand on the bed next to him, “Mel, sit. We need to talk.”

The kobold tilted her head in the opposite direction in apparent confusion but swiftly obeyed. She hopped on to the edge of the bed and sat on her rear with her feet planted flatly down and her hands between her legs, staring intently at him. “Mel…” he paused, trying to figure how to phrase his next words, “are you happy…here? With me?”

The kobold couldn’t smile or nod her head fast enough. “Melanie happy! Melanie love here. Love Master!”

Spike smirked at her exuberance and patted her head but kept his gaze down to the floor, “I bet. Well, now that you’re all better, I’m sure you’re itching to get back home.”

“Home?” Melanie tilted her head, but Spike didn’t seem to hear her confusion.

“Yeah, I’m sure your family must be missing you too.”

“F-Family,” Melanie’s voice wavered in a slight hitch as her face melted into fear and concern. “Mas-”

“You’ve been gone for so long and they must be worried sick. I’ll take you wherever that is tomorrow.”

“T-Take? Melanie…l-leave? Melanie no leave! Not want,” the she-pup pleaded.

Her sudden outburst finally drew Spike’s attention. When he looked up to see her hurt distraught face, he was taken aback. “What do you mean? You want to see your family, right? And you can come back anyti-”

“No!” Melanie lunged forward and tackled Spike down onto the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest as tears began to fall down her cheeks. “Melanie no go! Master not make Melanie leave! Please!”

“Mel, Mel, calm down,” he pleaded, rubbing her back. “It’s okay. You’ll always be welcome here. You can come back and see me, Twilight and the others whenever you want. Don’t you want to see your family?”

“No! Melanie not want!”

“What, why not? Don’t you want to see your family again?”

“No! Melanie no leave!

“But don’t you miss your home?”

“Home?” She looked up at him and tilted her head in confusion again.

“You know, your home? Where you lived before I brought you here.”

Melanie straightened up and shook her head, “Melanie no home.”

The drake blinked hard in shock. “What about your family?”

“No family. Melanie alone. Not want. No alone,” she exclaimed, looking into Spike’s eyes. The kobold’s usually bright golden eyes were now dull, fearful and hurt as tears steadily cascaded down her cheeks; her ears fell limp as she whimpered and trembled against his chest. Not since he left her the first day he brought her home to run errands had Spike seen the dog-girl so scared and discouraged.

“Please, Master! No leave Melanie. Melanie want stay. Stay with Master. Please!”

The kobold buried her face in Spike’s chest, whining and sobbing into his shirt. The young drake froze in shock and surprise. Before his mind caught up, Spike felt his arms moving around Melanie, holding him to her with one hand on her back and the other atop her head. “Melanie, do…do you really have no family?”

After another moment or two, the dog-girl’s simpering slowly came to an end before she responded. “Melanie never meet papa. Live with Mama. In Everfree. Dark, scary place. Nasty monsters no like kobolds. Try eat us. Mama leave. Find food. Melanie wait. Wait long time. Mama never came back. Melanie alone. Long time. Had to run. Had to hide. Stay safe. All things Mama teach Melanie.”

“Then wood wolves. Wolves find Melanie. Hunt Melanie. Hurt Melanie. Melanie find farm. After, all black. Then, Melanie meet Master. Master feed Melanie. Take care of Melanie. Keep safe. Give home,” she explained, pushing herself up to meet his gaze. “Melanie loves Master.”

Spike’s eyes widened in utter astonishment as Melanie quickly leaned her head forward and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was sloppy to say the least but was nothing short of passionate and loving. When she finally pulled back, Melanie’s cheeks were flushed red, her eyes beaming with longing, hoping her actions broke through. “M-Melanie, I…you…” he stammered, trying to compose himself. “We…We can’t.”

Melanie’s ears dropped flat, fresh tears threating to break free from her eyes. “Why,” she begged for a reply. “Melanie want Master. Belong to Master. No one else. Melanie good girl. Be Master good girl!”

“Melanie, we can’t,” he stated simply, sitting up on his elbows. “You’re too young.”

“Melanie not pup,” she shook her head. “Melanie mature.”

“How old are you? Do you know?”

Spike and Twilight had taken to teaching the kobold a few things to better understand the limits of her intelligence. Melanie wasn’t stupid by any margin, but social norms for her were different from equine and even dragon. Even Spike wasn’t sure how old she indeed was; just looking at her, Melanie appeared as a little kid, maybe a little younger than the crusaders. If that were true, he’d have to explain why this was unacceptable, which was a conversation he wasn’t looking forward to having. The drake watched the kobold hold her paws up, silently counting until she held her right paw out, “Three. Melanie three.”

“See, you’re…wait…” Spike trailed on as his mind began to work. Melanie can’t be three; she looks too old for that. Hold on…Kobold’s are dogs. One year for most is seven years to them. So, when she says she’s three, then that means…

“You’re twenty-one years old?” he gawked at her.

“Twenty…one,” Melanie tilted her head in confusion before looking back at her paw and shaking her head. “No, Melanie three.”

Spike chuckled and fell back onto the bed. However, his throaty snickering soon turned into hearty laughter. She’s older than me, and she doesn’t even realize.

Melanie merely sat there, watching her caretaker bellow near hysterically. “Master okay? What funny?”

Instead of a verbal response, Spike once again wrapped his arms around the dog-girl’s back and pulled her to his chest. She remained still, listening to Spike as he continued to laugh for a time.

Once Spike managed to calm down, Melanie looked up into his emerald eyes in anticipation. “Master?”

“Sorry, Mel, I just had a…interesting thought. Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled, finally getting himself under control. “So, about what you said. Did you mean it? Do you love me?”

“Yes,” she simply replied as she sat up, straddling his midsection. “Melanie loves Master. Always. Melanie wish to stay. To have home. To be with Master.

The drake stared up kobold, his heart swelling along with the gentle smile on his face. He reached up and tenderly caressed her cheek, watching as Melanie swiftly melted into his touch and nuzzled his hand. “How Master feel?” she asked, peering down at him. “Master love Melanie?”

Spike didn’t reply immediately. Instead he slowly sat up, causing Melanie to dismount him and sit back on her knees, her eyes watching him intently. Once he was upright, Spike gazed into her golden eyes. “Melanie, when I met you, you were this hurt, scared little thing. You didn’t trust much of anyone, but you trusted me. You needed me to help you and heal you; all the while, all you wanted was to be by my side. If I'm honest, I’ve grown to care for you too. I loved having you near me. No matter how busy or exhausted I got after a rough day, just seeing you smile or letting me scratch your ear or rub your belly, it made me feel better too. I asked if you were ready to leave, but honestly, I don’t want you to go either, cuz I love you too.”

Before she could react, Spike reached forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her full into his chest. “I want you to stay with me.”

Melanie’s eyes widened in shock, but the sheer volume of happiness that exploded from her chest sent her tail into a wagging frenzy. She quickly pulled back started lavishing Spike’s face with ecstatic licks. “Thank you, Master,” she panted between licks. “Thank you!”

“O-O-Okay, Mel,” he sniggered, trying to pull away, but Melanie refused to let him go. “Down girl. Down.”

The kobold finally relented and stepped back as Spike wiped his face clean. “Huh, given the one earlier, I wasn’t expecting that kind of kiss.”

“Sorry, Master,” the dog-girl’s ears drooped a bit, “Melanie not good kisser.”

“Where did you even learn that?”

“Sweetie Bell and Applebloom.”

Oh boy, Spike groaned internally. “How-Why would they teach you that?”

“Applebloom, she saw Big Mac and teacher.”

“Teacher? You mean Cheerlee?”

Melanie nodded firmly, “She say she saw them kiss. Sweetie Bell ask what kind. Ask if it “Friend kiss” or “Prench kiss?” Applebloom not know prench kiss. Sweetie say it use mouth and tongue.”

Hm, don’t know which is worse, he pondered. Either Big Mac and Cheerlee need to keep their private life more private? Or Applebloom might be becoming a voyeur.

“Master,” Melanie’s called, breaking Spike from his contemplations to look at her tilted confused face. “Can…Melanie want kiss.”

“Oh,” Spike playfully smirked. “And what kind of kiss would my cute little kobold like?”

Melanie’s ears perked up as she felt her cheeks burning red. Hearing Spike’s verbal claim of her sent her tail wagging so fast, and hard it threatened to fall off. “M-Melanie want…prench kiss.”

“Really,” he smirked, reaching up to caress her cheek.

“Mhmm,” the dog-girl whimpered, nuzzling into his touch. “Please.”

“Okay, but this time, follow my lead,” he told her. Subtly, Spike gently traced his hand from Melanie’s cheek down to her chin. Cupping it with her finger, he tilted her head up, compelling the kobold to meet his gaze. Spike stared into those bright golden eyes as he slowly leaned down toward her. Melanie felt her heart pounding in her chest as the all-consuming joy threatened to explode from her. Since she had begun to stay with him, the young dog-girl had only dreamt of the moment, when her precious master, the kind-hearted, strong, loving dragon sitting in front of her would finally, honestly claim her as his own.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the distance between them shortened. Once they could feel the breath on each other’s lips did time begin to flow and then finally, they connected. Melanie yelped a bit in surprise as her soft, tender lips met Spike. Her tail whipped up a storm as it thrashed about, but neither she nor Spike paid it any mind. Melanie closed her eyes and moaned gently into the embraced, savoring the sensation and moment as best she could, waiting patiently for Spike’s advances.

The drake wrapped his arm around the small of Melanie’s back, pressing her closer to him, to which the kobold responded by resting her paws against his chest, grasping at his shirt. As he deepened the kiss, Melanie continued to moan, almost pleadingly for more. Spike took another tentative step, snaking his tongue into her mouth, brushing against her teeth, baiting for entrance. He didn’t need to wait long as Melanie swiftly opened her mouth and accepted his final advance. With their tongues now nearby, Melanie sweetly moaned as she felt Spike’s tongue caress hers.

The kobold tightened her grip on Spike’s shirt, relishing in the touch and taste of her master’s affections. Spike felt his tongue danced and tangled with hers as he watched Melanie turn into a moaning, whimpering mess in his grasp. After what seemed like forever, Spike finally pulled back and gazed down at Melanie’s blissful dazed out expression. “How was that, better?” he asked.

Melanie’s eyes fluttered open before settling into a half-lidded state, her vision swimming in a haze of delight. “Whoa, you okay, Mel,” he asked in shock and concern. “I mean, I’m not that great a kisser. At least, I don’t think.”

After a short moment, Melanie’s sight cleared and her eyes rested on Spike’s as a warm, loving smile spread across her face. “Hey, there, feeling okay?”

“Mhmm,” she nodded, still earnestly smiling. “Melanie okay. Melanie happy. Happy with Master. Please…more. Kiss Melanie more, Master.”

He smiled back at her before diving back in. Melanie quickly reacted and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close to her. The two moaned and groaned into each other’s mouths as their third embrace became a much more heated one. Slowly, deftly, Spike began to lower them down to the bed with him lying atop of her. Melanie truly surrendered herself to Spike’s whim as he towered over her. Never had she felt so safe and loved than in Spike’s arms. The kobold’s lips filled with a passionate heat that quickly began to spread through her body; her breasts tingled against the towel and an ever increasing wet stirred beneath her legs.

Spike groaned as he felt Melanie hold him tightly; her left leg wrapped around the small of his back, pulling him close while her lower body began to undulate, almost trying to dry hump against him. Feeling her desire for him stirred his as the dragon quickly noticed the immense tightness growing in his pants. “M-Master,” Melanie managed to mutter, gaining his attention.

Spike broke the kiss, allowing them both a moment to get some much-needed air. He gazed down at the panting she-pup; her face flushed in wanton ardor, eyes beaming at him, expressing nothing short but pure love for him. Feeling a new boldness overtake him, Spike steadily reached down to the towel that somehow, miraculously managed to hold to Melanie’s figure. The kobold’s eyes followed his hand, but made no motion nor said a word to dissuade his action.

Once he took the fabric in his hands, he sternly yanked it off and tossed it aside. Melanie made a small yelp as she laid there, naked and completely exposed. Spike let his eyes soak in the kobold’s slender form; her sleek, tight midsection trembled slightly with each breath while her hot pink nipples stood firmly atop her perky conical mounds, contrasting beautifully against her ebony fur, practically begging to be touched. Those slim but firm hips and tight rear still hung off the bed and with her leg wrapped around him left her little pink slit exposed; the sight of her moistening sex caused his trapped turgid member to throb, demanding release. But that would have to wait.

Spike’s eyes drifted back up to see Melanie blushing, remaining quiet as Spike explored her. His hand touched her side and gently slide up her lightly wet, but still soft fur. “You know, Mel, you really are just adorable.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm.” He nodded, continuing to trail his hand up, moving towards her breast. Melanie shivered at his touch, feeling his hand glide through her fur until he reached up and gently grasped her teat. The dog-girl gasped as she felt Spike slowly grope and massage her mound. “Your fur is so soft, like a cloud,” he mused, pulling his free hand up to join the other, gaining another yelp from the kobold, “your breasts are so small and cute. They fit right in the palm of my hand.”

He grasped her chest, fully letting them fill his hand, feeling her nipple pressing against his palms. Melanie gasped and meekly whimpered as he rotated his hands atop her chest, the new alien, yet beyond pleasurable sensation sending powerful jolts throughout her body. “Oh, seems someone is really sensitive.”

Melanie quickly pulled her paws up to cover her mouth, doing her best to contain her lewd noises. “Ah ah ah, none of that,” Spike told her sternly. “Lower your paws. I want to hear you.”

Melanie’s ears flattened against her head before she complied and dropped to her side letting Spike do as he willed. “That’s a good girl.” He cooed reaching his right hand up to scratch her ear.

Once his hand latched on and began scratching, Melanie’s whole body practically melted. Her eyes glazed over in absolute bliss, her jaw went slack, letting her tongue loll free, chest heaving as she panted and her tail wagging with renewed vigor. “Who’s a good girl?”

Melanie whimpered, pulled up her arms to her chest in submission and barked. “No, no,” Spike shook his head, “use your words. Who’s a good girl?”

“M...Mel…an..ie…” she stammered breathlessly.

“C’mon, speak clearly,” he teased, speeding up his scratching, making things even harder as the pleasure increased. “Who’s a good girl?”

“M-Melanie. Melanie!”

“That’s it. There you go,” he praised. “Who’s my good girl?”

“Melanie,” she answered clearly, looking adoringly at him. “Melanie Master’s good girl! Always!”

“That’s right,” he cooed, taking his other hand off her breast and bringing it down to her stomach as he began scratching there. “Yes, you are. Yes, you are!”

Melanie barked and yelped excitedly, her limbs curling up against her as Spike played with her. The kobold’s eyes fluttered in euphoria as the joy and pleasure she felt melded together. Never before had she felt like this; her body set aflame with desire and the source of it all culminated someplace she never would have expected, between her legs. “M-Master. Master,” she called out.

Spike ceased his ministrations and looked at her lust-addled face; her chest heavily heaving as she tried to reign in her breathing. “Master, Melanie…feel…strange.”

“How so?”

“Hot,” she answered simply. “Melanie hot. Tingle. Down there.”

“Down…there,” he tilted his head in faux confusion, though Melanie couldn’t seem to tell. “Down where? If you can’t tell me, I can’t help you.”

“D-Down there,” she mewled gazing down to her legs.

“Oh,” he pondered, following her eyes and moving his hand. “You mean…here?”

Spike placed his index and middle finger at her wet entrance. Melanie’s reaction was instantaneous as she yelped sharply at his touch, her face contorted in pleasure. She nodded swiftly, feeling Spike’s fingers rub slowly against her sex, causing more of her liquid love to leak out. “Okay, I guess I need to explain some things, especially if you want to mate with me,” he chuckled. “You do want to mate with me, right, Mel?”

“Yes, Master,” she firmly nodded.

“Okay.” He nodded back and smiled back. “Firstly, this place, I’m touching is called a “pussy.” All females like you have one.”

“Melanie know, Master,” she pouted a little. “Melanie not pup. But, Melanie not know its name.”

“Sorry, I’m sure you did,” he chuckled a tad nervously.

“Why,” she inquired, tilting her head. “Why Melanie…pussy tingle…when Master touch?”

“Because that’s how we mate.”

“With Melanie pussy?”

“Yes,” he nodded casually. “You see, while females have a pussy. When a female feels really really good, they feel good, especially when touched by someone you like. Males have a dick. It looks different but works the same. So, when we mate, I rub my dick inside your pussy to make us both feel good. That’s how we mate. Understand.”

Melanie fell silent for a moment, letting all the information wash over her until she replied, “Yes…Melanie understand.”

“Good,” he smiled. Phew, that went a lot smoother than I thought. If only things went this well when Twilight tried giving me ‘the talk.’ Ugh, so many charts and graphs. He cringed mentally.

“Master?” Melanie spoke up with a quizzical expression.

“Hm…what was that,” Spike stammered a bit, pulling himself from his thoughts.

“Master…dick,” she specified. “Melanie see Master dick?”

Spike’s brow raised a bit before he quickly regained his composure and a smile spread across his face. “Alright, just give me a sec,” he said as he began fiddling with his belt.

With a few shifts and pulls, the dragons belt became undone before finally he unzipped his pants. After hooking his thumb through her pants and boxers, Spike pulled them both down in one swift motion, at last, freeing his fully engorged phallus. Melanie’s eyes widen as the dragon’s big, thick rod twitched and throbbed in the open air. “Ah, much better,” Spike sighed in relief.

“M-Master dick…big,” Melanie gawked, feeling both her mouth and pussy becoming noticeably wetter. “Master dick…go inside…Melanie?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded, grabbing the base of his prick. “I slide it inside your pussy over and over.”

Melanie’s tail continued wagging as images of Spike’s spire entering filled her mind. Such a massive, solid slab of meat stretching her open, moving in and out of her set her heart aflutter. “But before that, we gotta make sure you’re ready,” he said, angling his member toward her sex.

“R-Ready?”

“Yeah,” he said, settling his tip against her slick labia, “like this.”

Without hesitation, Spike gave a quick thrust up, causing the tip and underside of her member to grind against Melanie’s moist slit. The kobold yelped sharply, throwing her head back as Spike’s hot tool stroked against her love button, causing pleasure to explode throughout her body; her eyes shut tightly with her right paw against her mouth as Spike slowly ground his crotch against hers. “See, we need to make sure your pussy is nice and wet, or it’ll hurt.” He explained. “So, how’s it feel, Melanie? You like it?”

A muffled noise and a nod was his only reply as Melanie whimpered. “Ah ah ah, Melanie, that’s no good,” he admonished her. “You need to speak.”

The dog-girl whined but still refused to speak, the overwhelming sensation resonating all through her body. From the electric jolt on her clit to the aching hardness of her nipples and the ever-increasing heat of her pussy, Melanie’s mind was practically melting from sensory overload. Just as she felt the overall sensations began to build atop an incredible pressure, Spike calmly spoke, “Okay, in that case…”

Suddenly, as the pressure began to reach an apex, all the sensations abruptly came to screeching halt. Melanie’s eyes snapped open as she looked down to see Spike had stopped rubbing himself against her, letting his slightly slickened rod dangling out of reach. “No…M-Master, more… please,” she pleaded, raising her hips to try and reconnect them.

“Melanie, heel!” he commanded.

Melanie’s ears stood at attention as the order hit them before her body went still. She whimpered, gazing into Spike’s stern eyes; her ears laid flat against her head and her tail ceased. The kobold’s body practically screamed at her to continue, to reach out for the source of the great pleasure it was receiving, but Melanie’s first and foremost instinct won out above all the rest, obedience. As much as she wanted to feel Spike against her or even inside her, the thing she craved above all else was his love, and to her, that meant complete submission to his whim. All she wanted was to make her Master happy; if he was happy, she was delighted.

Right now, he wasn’t happy, and that wasn’t good. “Sorry, Master,” the kobold frowned.

“Melanie,” she heard him call her before she felt his hand touch her cheek. She looked up to see Spike smiling softly at her. “You don’t need to apologize; it’s my fault.”

“W-What,” Melanie balked. “No, no, not Master…”

“Mel, relax,” he told her, cutting off her panic attack. “I meant, I shouldn’t have told you to stop like that. I know you were enjoying yourself, but I wanted to hear you say it. I know this is all new to you and this is most likely your first time, right?”

The kobold nodded slowly, but without hesitation. “Right, so I want to hear you tell me if it feels good or not. I want you to enjoy it to your fullest. Y’know, mating isn’t just about connecting our bodies.”

“It not?”

“No, it’s about connecting to the body and feelings.” He answered wholeheartedly. “I want you to tell me what you like and don’t like. How you feel when I touch you. Where you like to be touched. I want to know as much as I can so I can love you as best I can. Understand?”

Melanie felt her heart genuinely skip a beat as Spike’s words resonated with her. Such earnest kindness and warmth, the care and attentiveness. She honestly believed she couldn’t love Spike more and yet he decidedly proved her wrong. The kobold took her paw and placed it atop the hand that caressed her cheek as a stray tear made it past her eye, smiling at him “Yes, Master, Melanie understand.”

“Good,” he smiled back, wiping the tear away with his thumb. “So, ready to continue?”

She nodded, “Yes, Master. Melanie want Master. Touch pussy more.”

“I bet.” Spike deeply chuckled.

“But…”

“But?” Spike inquired with a raised brow.

“Not like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Melanie want Master touch…” she paused before she started to shift around. Spike pulled back and watched as the kobold turned herself around on her hands and knees before she laid herself face down and ass up in front of him; her tail flagged high, idling wagging as she displayed herself. “Like this.”

“Oh,” Spike hummed as he reached out touched Melanie’s soft, taut ass cheek. The kobold’s voice hitched in her throat at Spike’s grasp as he gently caressed her. “You prefer this position? Any particular reason?”

“Melanie not know,” she shook her head. “Feel…natural.”

Spike chuckled lightly in his throat; She favors doggie style. Why am I not surprised?

“Okay, if that’s what you want.”

With the matter settled, the dragon rose to his knees and positioned himself behind her. After taking his indolent hand and placing it to join its twin on the kobold’s firm hips, Spike slowly inched his member closer to her bare sex. From her position, Melanie didn’t have a good vantage point looking over her shoulder; all she could make out was her master holding her waist. The mounting anticipation that welled insider her caused the burning heat in her loins to practically cry out, leaking sweet nectar down her legs.

Melanie’s hips began to push back, trying once again to make contact. “Melanie, stay.” Spike stated calmly, yet firmly.

Melanie’s hips instantly ceased, causing her to whine and whimper in need, “Master…please. Melanie no wait longer.”

“Good girl’s get their reward if they listen,” he told her with a teasing smirk as his tip lay inches from her dripping honey pot. “Now stay.”

Melanie laid her head down, whimpering, feeling her nethers boil, but bade her master’s wishes. Master…hurry.

“Stay…” he repeated, noticing the dog-girl’s trembling in his hold, fighting the instinctual urge to impale herself on Spike’s spire. Hgnn…pussy tingle…bad. Need…Master…dick.

Just as the waiting became too much, Spike chimed in, “Good girl. Very good!”

Hearing Spike praise her brought a steady wag of her tail. “And as I said, good girls get rewarded. So, here’s…yours.”

The instant he finished his sentence, Spike thrust himself forward, sliding his dick against slick slit and clit, nestling it between her fluffy thighs. Melanie gasped in shock, her fur standing on end as Spike slid back against her crotch before thrusting back in. The two moaned and groaned as Spike worked his hips into a steady rhythm, grinding himself against her hot box; jolts of electrified pleasure shot through Melanie’s body as the pure sensual sensations washed over her.

“How’s that Melanie? How’s that feel?”

“Good…,” she growled in her throat, eyelids fluttering in wanton lust. “Dick hot. Hard. Feel chest…pounding. More Master. Melanie want more.”

“That’s it,” Spike smiled. “Just keep telling me what you want. I’ll make sure my cute little puppy gets it.”

Melanie’s jaw dropped open, letting her tongue fall free, heavily panting as Spike began to ramp up his speed. Spike groaned in his ministrations, relishing in the heat of Melanie’s wet pussy drooling over his length, coating his shaft in a hefty sheen of her juices. His member, hard enough to shatter diamonds, throbbed and ached to experience the kobold’s depths, but Spike held himself together. As much as he wanted to indulge, he was more concerned about Melanie. He desired to make her first time as pleasant as possible, and he intended to do just that.

Beneath him, Melanie panted, whined and whimpered in the raw ecstasy at Spike’s firm, yet tender attention to her nethers. The burning in his pussy grew and pulsed strongly within her, resonating and reverberating through her very core. The constant grinding of her master’s tool invoked a deep seating longing inside her to awaken. To feel the dragon enter her…mate with her. The images of their bodies joined together in sexual congress swam through her mind and heightened her pleasure even further as a familiar pressure inside began to return and resurge.

“M-Master…” the kobold managed to call out in a strained huff. “S-Something…h-h-happening?”

“What’s wrong,” he inquired, winding down his speed, “want me to stop?”

“No!” Melanie pleaded in assurance. “No…something happening. Melanie f-feel…s-strange inside. S-Something…growing.”

“Oh, let me guess,” he smirked, returning to his previous speed. “Some kind of…pressure, right? You can feel it, welling up inside, like you’re going to pop?”

“Y-Yes,” she nodded affirmingly. “Melanie…g-going…t-to p-pop.”

“No, you’re going to cum.”

“Cum?”

“That’s right,” he cooed. “Don’t worry; it’s nothing bad. Quite the opposite, it’s gonna feel incredible. How does it feel? Are you getting close.”

The kobold yelped, feeling the pressure rising to its apex swiftly and soundly, “Hgn…c-close. So…c-close.”

“It’s okay,” he cooed softly. “Just let it go. Cum whenever you’re ready. I want you to.”

Listening to her master’s words of encouragement spurred the kobold on even further; the rising tide of her first, true release becoming nothing short of inevitable as she felt her folds writhing inside her depths. “Do it, Melanie,” he cheered. “Cum…”

Melanie tightened her eyes, feeling herself reach the precipice of climax, her body preparing to take the final step. “For me.”

Acting on the most basic of kobold instinct to obey her master’s order, Melanie’s body responded in earnest to Spike’s command, sending her clear over the proverbial edge of release. The she-pup cried out as her body locked up; her pussy was tightening beyond anything she thought possible as the unsurmountable pleasure crashed down upon her petite frame. Spike was slightly taken aback as the kobold’s fem cum came gushing out like a broken faucet, thoroughly dousing his crotch and making a more than noticeable wet spot on the bed beneath them.

Melanie remained where she was, feeling her body trembling almost violently, her knees threatening to collapse, yet the continuous throws of her orgasm refused to wane, leaving her to ride it out simply. Spike pulled himself back, but held onto her hips, keeping her stable until she finally calmed down. Time passed by in relative silence before Melanie, at last, came down from her high, the only sound filling the room was her heavy pants and whimpers as she bathed in the afterglow.

“Melanie, you okay?”

His only response came in the form of a slight nod and a whimper. Slowly, Melanie turned her head to glance over her shoulder at him, her eyes glazed over with the dopiest, pleasant smile he’d ever seen. “…okay…M-Melanie…okay now. Master not.”

“Hm?”

“Master…no…cum.” She pushed her upturned rear back, pressing Spike’s tip against her right cheek; the spongey head poking her firmly. “Why?”

“Oh, I just wanted to see you enjoy yourself first,” he answered plainly. “I didn’t want to rush you or anything. Plus, we needed to make sure you were wet enough to take me in.”

His gaze fell from her face down to the kobold’s drooling slit; the fur around her thighs soaked and matted in her own copious nectar. “That’s not an issue now. So, ready to get to the main event?”

Melanie firmly nodded as she steadied herself. “All ready. Melanie with Master. Want Master dick in pussy.”

Stifling a small chuckle, Spike moved back into position; his tip aimed wholey toward her wet, juicy flower. Slowly, he moved forward till his crown met her sex. Melanie gave a meek ‘eep’ and shivered as she finally felt Spike’s swollen head touch her. Spike pursed his lips with a light grown, feeling the heat of her nethers flowing Melanie’s honey pot and straight through his dick. As her lips winked and twitched around him, like the kobold’s pussy was tenderly kissing him, encouraging him to proceed. Not wanting to be rude to such a delightful invitation, Spike began to push forward.

With surprisingly little force, Spike felt his head easily slip into Melanie’s slick, waiting entrance. The dragon’s ears twitched as he heard a gasp hitch inside Melanie’s throat before her body went stiff. However, whatever seemed to hold the gasp at bay quickly disappeared as a sweet moan fell from her mouth. Taking that as permission, Spike continued inserting more of his length, groaning as he pressed onward. The poor dragon’s mind was virtually reeling at the astonishing tightness that was Melanie’s pussy. Just as her tight bodice appeared, the kobold’s tunnel was twice as constricting. If not for the sheer wetness that he had managed to coax out of her, he highly doubted things would’ve been going as smoothly as they were.

Spike grit his teeth as he continued to fit himself further in, inch by thick, girthy inch as her folds swallowed and caressed every measure his tool. Both dragon and kobold moaned deeply in unison, enjoying the wholesome pleasure of their union. Unfortunately, their small moment of euphoria came to a halt, just as Spike did when he felt his tip meet a wall of resistance. There it is, he mused.

Melanie quickly noticed Spike had ceased his advancement. She looked over her shoulder with the most suppliant expression she could muster. “Master?”

“Listen, Melanie,” he told her firmly, yet calmly. “You’ve never…mated with anyone before, right?”

She shook her head. “So, not to get into too much detail, I’ll make this simple. You see, most females who’ve never mated before, have something called a “hymen.” It’s a thin wall inside your pussy. Right now, I’m pressing against it. Can you feel it?”

With a small measure of pressure, Spike ground his tip against the fleshy obstruction. Melanie shivered, feeling his member digging around against something that quartered him off from the rest of her depths. She nodded affirmatively. “Okay, so, for me to fully mate with you, I have to break your hymen. I could go slowly or thrust in one go and tear it quickly. I won’t lie, it might hurt, either way. So, which would you prefer or do you want to stop here?”

Even at the notion of being hurt, the only thing that accurately rang clear in her mind was Spike’s rod currently sitting inside of her, forcibly pressing against her walls. After pining and hoping to at last be joined with her beloved master, one final obstacle lay before her. The kobold’s pulsing sheath yearned to have the rest of Spike’s phallus nestled inside her where it belonged, and Melanie was more than prepared to pay the price for her prize. “Thrust inside.”

Spike was a little taken aback by the dog-girl’s zeal, but if Melanie had steeled herself, he would respect her resolve. Taking Melanie steadfastly by her hips, Spike readied himself. “Alright, Mel, I’m gonna thrust on the count of three,” he warned her.

“One.”

Melanie kept her gaze with his, eyes steeled and prepared.

“Two.”

The kobold gave a final nod before turning her head forward and taking a deep breath, ready for the worse.

“Three!”

No sooner did the word leave his mouth, Spike delivered a swift, powerful thrust, driving himself into Melanie’s hot, tight waiting cleft, bottoming out in one motion. Spike growled deep in his throat as he buried the whole of his phallus inside the petite dog-girl’s slit, fighting the single-minded urge to unload himself right then and there. Unfortunately, his efforts were challenged even further as not even a second later he felt Melanie’s pussy go wild around his rod; her love tunnel convulsed and writhe around him, trying its absolute best to milk his precious seed from him and pour it into her as she unleashed another torrent of girl-jizz onto his thighs and bed.

Spike’s eyes widened in candid surprise as he watched Melanie seamlessly cream herself at not only his insertion, but all after having her maidenhead broken. He gawked at her form, watching delicate frame shudder and tremble beneath him her tail and ears twitching involuntarily. “Mel, you…okay?”

No response came. From his position, Spike couldn’t see the kobold’s face, but if he could, he would possibly be even more shocked at the completely blissed out expression on her face. Melanie’s eyelids fluttered as her eyes threatened to float into the back of her skull with her mouth slack open and tongue lolling out, panting heavily as nothing short of pure euphoric pleasure radiated throughout her body. However, beyond the bliss, amidst the physical satisfaction, at the core of her being, Melanie felt nothing but unyielding joy. Within in her, the she-pup’s heart erupted in complete adoration knowing that Spike, her master had at last fully claimed her.

“M-Master…” she called out in a shaky tone. “Thrust.”

“Mel, are…”

“M-Master…thrust.” Melanie pleaded, turning to face him. “Now!”

Seeing the kobold’s lust addled expression and feeling her tight, wet sheath smothering and massaging his length, eager for the pure pleasure his spire could give it. Feeling what little restraint he had waning, Spike made no further hesitation as he began working his hips in and out of her delicious honey pot. Swiftly, yet steadily Spike rocked into a rhythm, savoring the sensation of Melanie’s tight virgin depths clutched around him.

The kobold gave a strange mixture between a moan and growl as Spike thrust away at her; feeling her walls being spread open to capacity and stretching her abdominals to accommodate his girth and length gave her the perfect sense of fullness. Every thrust sent his bulging crown pressing lovingly against her most sacred treasure trove, sending an instinctual ache through her core as her womb demanded to be seeded. “Oh…Melanie,” Spike moaned, massaging her rear and succulent hips lovingly. “Your pussy is amazing. It’s massaging me all over.”

“M-Melanie…love M-Master…d-dick,” she replied, panting heavily, constricting her folds around him as best she could, her ears twitching with each onset of pleasure. “Pussy…make Master… feel good?”

“So good,” he groaned, feeling the pressure in his loins on the rise. “You’re squeezing me so hard. I feel like I’m gonna cum soon.”

Melanie’s eyes widened, and ears shot up straight at attention as the prospect of Spike releasing his essence inside her sent her heart a flutter, causing her pussy to tighten even further. “Argh, Melanie,” Spike grunted as her tunnel condensed so good it practically hurt.

“Master cum.” Melanie turned back, eyes lustfully pleading, “Master thrust! No stop! Cum! Inside pussy! Melanie want all! Inside!”

With no further coaxing needed, Spike let of her hips and fully leaned over Melanie’s prone form. Placing both hands on either side of her head, Spike wasted no time and began thrusting with added vigor. In short but strong piston-like movements, Spike pounded away at the kobold’s welcoming slit. Melanie cried out at the sudden change in intensity, her paws instantly latching onto Spike’s wrists beside her, using them to brace herself. Spike glanced down at the she-pup to see her face once again, dissolved into the naughtiest of expressions; her jaw hung open, tongue hanging out as she moaned and screamed beneath the thrilling. “You like this, Melanie? You like it when I pound your puppy pussy?”

Melanie’s eyelids fluttered as she struggled to turn her gaze up to his without letting them drift into the back of her head. “Aagh! Y-Y-Yes! M-Melanie l-love…hgggnnn…M-Master pound…M-Melanie…pussy! Agh!”

Spike leaned down further, gentling kissing head and before licking and nipping at her ears. Melanie felt her mind becoming hazy and shrouded in white as nothing, but the pleasure she received from her lover enveloped her entire being. Spike grunted and groan, his hips taking the reigns and refusing to stop as the rising tide of his release pushed further. Steadily his thrusts became longer and faster, each reentry slamming his tip against the kobold’s womb. Before long, Spike’s hips were a blur, ravishing Melanie’s folds sending his pleasure skyrocketing.

“Melanie, I’m…gonna cum,” he growled, feeling his climax reaching the edge.

Hearing the words, she was dying for, Melanie bit her lip, trying her hardest to suppress and strained squeal of joy. Dick…get bigger! Master…cum…soon! Fully relenting to Spike’s whim, Melanie’s body went lax, except for her drooling pussy; the muscular sheath worked overtime, squeezing and compressing Spike’s dick as best it could, creating a vacuum of sheer friction to assist her master in achieving his orgasm. Feeling Melanie tense up, Spike could no longer hold back the dam. With a few more thrust and a deep guttural growl, Spike drove himself to the hilt, throwing himself over the edge at long last, “I’m cumming!”

Both dragon and kobold cried out in united bliss as Spike unloaded rope after thick rope inside the latter’s narrowed tunnel. Melanie felt her nether region spasming in pure unadulterated ecstasy as Spike’s hot seed filled her womb to the brim with the first powerful shot as the following others worked to overflow the rest of her pussy. As the long-awaited moment arrived finally, Melanie’s pussy was positively thrilled. Having, at last, Spike mark and claim her, it could only respond the only way it knew how by bringing her to climax once more. The kobold threw her head back; spine arched down as her folds deeply massaged Spike’s spire and released a steady spray of fem cum, marking her lover’s body once more. “C-C-Cum! M-Master…cum! Agh…s-so m-much! So warm! So…full!” Melanie stammered in a huff, dropping her head onto the bed as her body remaining locked in place, basking the afterglow.

After a few more, seemingly long moments, Spike finally felt himself expel the last of his load. With a slight huff and groan, the dragon slowly pulled his flaccid tool from the kobold's freshly deflowered maidenhood, before slumping back and sit on the bed. Melanie shuddered and sighed, feeling Spike’s member leave her left her with a minor sensation of emptiness, however that quickly abated as she felt her lover’s seed slowly flowing from her recently used love tunnel. The kobold, with some effort, managed to relax her lower body till she laid down fully onto the bed. She then turned over onto her back, breathing heavily, doing little to hide her shame. “How’re you feeling, Mel? You okay?”

“G-Good.” She answered, raising her head to look at him with the most satisfied smile. “Melanie…feel…good.”

Spike smiled back and reached down to gently caress her leg. Feeling her high come down and some of her strength return, Melanie pushed herself up on her, eyes gawking down at her cream covered sex. Master seed.

Following a newly found instinct, Melanie hiked her left leg up as she bent over forward, angling her muzzle to her dripping slit. She then extended her tongue and to both, her and Spike’s surprise, took a slow broad lick at her herself. The she-pup gave an audible yelp as her tongue brushed against her clit at first contact before trailing down her still sensitive lips until she reached her drooling entrance and lapped a hearty amount of dragon jizz into her mouth. The taste practically exploded on her taste buds, her eyes fluttering with glee, encouraging her to proceed further. In a blissful state of delight, Melanie continued onward, lapping and cleaning her honey pot with elation.

On the sidelines, Spike watched on in wide-eyed fascination and arousal as Melanie essentially and effectively cleaned herself of his essence, clearly enjoying it. Before long Melanie had cleansed herself of Spike copious seed, all the while, her constant licking left her body abuzz with need and desire once more. She needed Spike dick again, and she needed it now. “Master, Mel…” the kobold paused as she gazed over to Spike and saw the object of her craving.

Not far from her, Spike sat with his legs slightly spread, his member once again standing at full attention; his length covered and dripping in a mixture of both his and her essence. Spike quickly noticed the lustful, hungry gleam in her eyes. Before he could say anything, Melanie practically lunged forward, burying herself in Spike’s lap. The dragon let out a grunt from the solid impact but managed to catch himself, pulling his arms back and hold himself up. “Hrgh, geez, Mel, take it eaz-ooh,” the dragon’s complaint quickly devolved into a relaxed moan.

He looked down and found Melanie burying her face in his crotch; her tongue thoroughly lapping and licking around his length, getting to every nook and cranny she could. “Damn, Mel, that’s good,” he groaned, reaching down to pet her. “You wanted to taste my meat stick? My bone?”

“…Bone?” She droned, licking him from base to tip. “Meat…stick? Yes…Melanie love…Master bone.”

Once again, lost in an instinctual daze, the young kobold lavished Spike’s hard-on diligently, letting its heady taste and musky scent cloud her senses. In her mind, the world began to melt away; the only thing at mattered was Spike and his pleasure. With that in mind, she soon finished polishing her Master’s tool, and once that was over, Melanie wasted no further time as she then took him into her mouth. Spike moaned deeply, feeling his dick becoming enveloped inside Melanie’s warm, wet maw. The dragon leaned back a bit, letting Melanie indulge in her newfound oral fixation; despite its small size, her mouth made for a perfect tight fit around his crown as she expertly sucked and swirled her tongue around it.

Sweet Celestia, where did Mel learn to do this? He growled internally. She’s not fumbling around at all. She’s like a pro. Don’t tell me she’s just naturally good at this? As weird as that would be, I certainly have no complaints.

Melanie moaned as she started bobbing her head back and forth, steadily taking more of his member into her mouth; her cheeks hollowing as her lips creating a proper seal around him, while her tongue massaged his length. As Melanie managed to move further down Spike’s spire, her pussy began to tingle and ache. She felt herself becoming wetter the longer she sucked on her Master’s dick, moaning deeply and sending lovely vibrations down his shaft. Despite the growing arousal in her nethers, she refused to stop to address it. All she truly cared for was taking Spike’s cock and filling her mouth with it.

Spike’s eyes lazily trailed down the kobold’s delicate form till his eyes hone in on her lonely cleft. He could see her lips and legs trembling, wet and wanting attention. With a smirk, Spike straightened himself and leaned over slightly, extended his left hand and pressed his fingers against the kobold’s tender slit. Melanie moaned and trembled at the sudden sensation as Spike’s fingers gently caressed her moist lips and sensitive clit. Spike quickly found his fingers matted in her nectar. Melanie’s thighs shook and appeared as if they wished to snap shut around his hand; however, upon closer inspection, it seemed the kobold was resisting the urge to such them, giving Spike unobstructed access to her.

Spike smiled, “Good girl. You are keeping your legs open for me. Cleaning my dick and then sucking me off. All without me having to order you. You’re learning. Such obedience deserves a reward.”

And, just as promised, Melanie received her reward in the form of her Master’s fingers delving inside her pussy. The she-pup moaned deeply, shivering as Spike’s digits massaged and spread her walls; the rapid increase in her pleasure drove the kobold to double her efforts, fellating Spike with new vigor.

The sounds of their intimate session once more filled the room. Between Melanie’s audible slurping and moaning about Spike’s dick and Spike’s groaning and growling at Melanie’s skillful oral servicing as he fingered her soaking depths, the two found themselves lost in their own euphoric world. Soon the pleasure rose beyond restraint, taking the two newly formed lovers to their peaks; Spike balls tightened, preparing to release its next powerful load while Melanie’s pussy constricted around his fingers, getting ready to explode. “M-Melanie, I-I’m…g-gonna…gonna c-cum!”

Melanie moaned in response, speeding up her motions. Cum…Master. Cum! Melanie…want…taste! She pleaded.

Spike sped up his fingering, watching Melanie’s hips hump back against his hand. The pressure mounted, faster and faster with both driven to take each other over the edge together. Just as they reached the precipice, Spike shut his eyes tightly, grit his teeth and grabbed the kobold’s head with his free hand, “Mel!”

The kobold’s eyes widen as Spike’s hand held her in place, halfway down his cock just as his climax hit. Melanie yelped in surprise as the dragon’s seed exploded inside her mouth; the first shot practically sprayed like a hose, nearly filling half her mouth, coating her tongue. The thick, salty taste of his spunk sent Melanie’s mind reeling, triggering her own release; she shrieked as her essence gushing from her pussy, drenching Spike’s hand and the bed. The two remained where they were; Spike unloading his spunk into the waiting dog-girl’s mouth while Melanie utterly doused Spike’s hand and his bed.

Spike grunted as shot after shot of his jizz filled the kobold’s little mouth. Melanie did her best to swallow as much as she could, but it quickly became too much. His seed was so thick and copious that it soon came seeping from her mouth. Quickly realizing Melanie’s struggling, Spike pulled his hand back, allowing her to pull herself off his dick. Melanie gasped for air, but swiftly took hold of Spike’s phallus and kept stroking him, sending the last of his seed flying onto her face. Spike sighed heavily, feeling his orgasm finally peter off. Melanie’s orgasm soon followed after. Spike kept still, taking a moment to catch his breath; Melanie, on the other hand, tried to swallow what remained of Spike’s seed in her mouth.

Once she managed to do so and lapped up over her lips, she once again delved down to Spike’s and took his sensitive, withering crotch into her mouth. He moaned and shuddered in surprise before looking down to see Melanie gently sucking and licking him inside her mouth. “M-Mel, t-take…it…take it easy. I…just came.” He told her, resting his head on her head, petting her gently.

She lovingly gazed up at him, but remained attached to his dick; her tongue meticulously cleaned his shaft while she sucked whatever was left of his seed from his sensitive tip. Feeling he was truly clean, the kobold peeled herself from his now spent dick. She then pulled herself up and crawled into his lap. She pressed herself against him, resting her head and paws against his chest. The dragon reciprocated and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him. The two sat in silence for a time, relishing in the afterglow and enjoying each other’s warmth and presence.

Spike gently brushed her hair with his hand, feeling her go lax as her tail wagged steadily. After another moment or so, the kobold pulled her head back to look up at him. She reared up on her knees, staring lovingly at him. “Master…” she sighed, leaning forward, however, Spike was quick to react.

“Ah, ah, ah, down, Mel,” he told her, placing his hands on her shoulders and pushing her down.

Mel stared at him in confusion, before he patted her head. “Sorry, it’s nothing bad, but…your,” he said gesturing to her cum covered face, “…a little dirty. It looks like you’ll need another bath.”

He then looked down at himself, “Same goes for me. C’mon.”

Spike made a move to get up, and Melanie removed herself his lap. He stood up and stretched before walking over to the bathroom, all the while, Melanie sat on the bed and watched him go. About halfway to the door, he noticed she Melanie hadn’t left the bed. He stopped and turned to face her, “You coming, Mel?”

“Melanie good girl. No bathe Master.” She replied simply.

He gave a small smirk at her obedience. “It’s fine,” he assured her, beckoning her to follow. “You can come shower wi…”

He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before the kobold blew passsed him and into the bathroom faster than Rainbow Dash on her way to pick up the latest Daring Do novel. With his eyebrows raised, Spike gave a whistle, impressed by the sudden burst of speed, “Wow, didn’t know she had that in her.”

He followed behind her and closed the door. In all honesty, Spike couldn’t think of when Melanie seemed more thrilled; a little while ago when they were making love or now at the mere prospect of bathing together. Just looking at her, watching her tail kick up a breeze strong enough to send the shower curtain flying about made it pretty hard to tell. Not wanting her to have a heart attack from pure excitement, the drake quickly set about getting the shower going.

It was fun. Spike made sure to help Melanie clean herself up; getting bodily fluid out of her was a bit of a task, but doable. When he was finished, Mel seemed insistent on washing him. She helped him get his back, tail, and wings while Spike did his front. It was enjoyable and calming for the two. Once they were finished and dried off, the two brushed their teeth together. Afterward, the two left the bathroom, Melanie moved with a bit more spring in her step. She pranced about cheerfully as Spike went about changing the sheets in the bed.

Spike wouldn’t have minded much, but they really made of mess comforter. He was going to have to do some heavy-duty laundry tomorrow. Once he finished up, the adorable dog-girl dove over the bed and bounded under the sheets.

After burrowing her way up to the head of the bed, she popped her head out from under the sheets, a smile beaming from her face. “Master, bedtime.”

He smiled back at her and joined her under the covers. “So, how do you feel now?”

“Happy.” She reached over, wrapping her delicate arms around him, nuzzling her face in his side. “Melanie happy. Melanie love Master. Love a lot!”

“And I love you too,” he smiled back, leaning down, kissing her on the lips. It wasn’t long, but the love behind it spoke loud and clear. “Now, get some sleep. It’s been a long day.”

Spike settled in and sunk into bed with Melanie still holding onto him, cuddling into his side, “Goodnight, Mel.”

“Goodnight, Master.”

The room fell silent as the two basked in each other’s embrace and soundly drifted to sleep.

The next morning, Spike was up and about with Melanie right beside him. While the dragon was fixing breakfast, the kobold was setting the table. After watching Spike do it for so long, it was easy enough for her to pick up. Not long after the smell of pancakes and fruit began to fill the air, Twilight came down from her room, the apparent bedhead hair due and groggy eyes a tell-tale sign that his food managed to rouse her from her slumber. “Mornin’, Twi.” Spike glanced over his shoulder and greeted her.

“Good morning, Twilight,” Melanie chimed in as well.

“Morning, Spike,” the dreary princess yawned. “Morning, Melanie.”

Just as the alicorn made it to the table, so to did the food Spike had prepared. He set down a nice stack of pancakes on her plate while Melanie poured her orange juice. “Pancakes, how wonderful,” Twilight cooed as she grabbed her utensils and the syrup. “Thanks, you two.”

Melanie then went and got into her own chair just as Spike moved to bring over her a stack of pancakes. Melanie thanked him promptly before digging in. Not long after, Spike made a plate for himself and took his seat with his loved ones. “So, what’s on everyone’s itinerary today?” Twilight asked. “Melanie, have you decided when you want to head home?”

“Melanie home.” She stated, “Melanie stay.”

“Really? You want to stay with us?” Twilight balked in surprise.

“Yeah,” Spike jumped in gaining his sister’s attention, “Mel and I had a talk last night. Apparently, she has nowhere to go. No family either. She said she wanted to stay here with us. Sorry, I would’ve told you last night, but it was late. I figured it could wait.”

“Is that true,” Twilight looked back to the kobold in concern. “Melanie, do you really have no place to go or family to return to?”

The she-pup shook her head as she answered, “Melanie alone before. No home. No one.”

Then suddenly a bright smile broke out on her face before she got out of her seat and bounded over to Spike, hugging him tightly. “Now, Melanie no alone. Master keep Melanie. Melanie stay. Melanie love Master!”

“What?!” Twilight snapped in shock, staring at the dragon across from her. “Spike, what is she talking about?”

Spike chuckled nervously, scratching his head with one hand and wrapping his arm around the kobold beside him. “Like I said, Mel and I talked. A nice loooong talk and well…we’re a couple now.”

“Seriously?” Twilight raised a brow in genuine curiosity and absurdity. “Spike, she’s…too young for you!”

“Nononono, she’s not. She’s not as young you think,” Spike quickly responded, realizing where his sister’s mind was going. “Mel, tell Twilight how old you are.”

“Three.” The kobold answered plainly.

“SPIKE!!!” Twilight growled, her eyes glowing white as pure mana practically oozed off her.

“Nonononononono,” he flailed his hands out, trying to defuse the alicorn’s wrath. “Twilight, think, she’s a kobold. A dog! That means…”

“That she’s…” she trailed on, the magical aura steadily fading until it fully dissipated, “twenty-one years old.”

“Exactly,” Spike sighed deeply, glad to have quelled his sister’s ire. “And I know, I thought the same thing before.

“Okay, fine, she’s not…underage,” Twilight waved off that worry, Tartarus, she’s almost as old as me.

“Still, though, you don’t see anything…odd about this?”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not that weird. Kobold’s are like Diamond dogs. It’s rare to see, but relationships aren’t illegal.”

“No, I know, but…” Twilight waved her hand about, trying to regain her composure. “That’s not what I meant. I mean, are you sure? You two have only known each other a few weeks. You don’t think you’re rushing into this?”

“Maybe…kinda,” Spike admitted, looking down at the kobold who gazed up at him, her adoration unwavering. “Look, I thought it was strange too. For the longest time, I couldn’t put my finger on this feeling I had for Mel. I thought it was just a pity for how badly she’d been treated. Or just responsibility since she was in my care, but it’s not. I like having Melanie around. She makes me happy, serene and loved. I love spending time with her, whether it’s chores or just mulling around the house. I…I don’t want to let her go.”

“And, Melanie,” Twilight looked back at her. “Do you…feel the same?”

She nodded vigorously. “Melanie love Master! Forever!”

Seeing the reactions and hearing their responses, Twilight sighed heavily in defeat and rested back in her chair. It was pretty much first thing in the morning, she felt like she spent at least half a day researching texts and doing equations and she hadn’t even taken a shower yet. “Alright, okay, I understand. As long as you two are content, I can be happy for you.”

“Thanks, Twi,” he smiled at her.

“No problem,” she said as she went back to her meal, “however, it might be one when you explain this to the others.”

Spike winced as the mental image of telling their friends about his and Mel’s sudden relationship. He almost got blasted by an alicorn for thinking he was a cradle robber. Who knows what the others might do? “Hey, big sis, think you could protect me from our friends when I give them the good news, you know, in case things go south? Like you reactd a little while ago?”

“You’re lucky you’re my favorite assistant otherwise, you might be on your own.” Twilight quipped, taking a bite of her pancakes.

“You’re a life saver.” He smiled brightly. “Literally.”

Twilight merely nodded affirmatively.

Just as Spike was about to go back to his meal Melanie asked, “Master, Melanie want bone?”

“You can go play with your bone if you want?”

She smiled at him before letting him go and diving under the table. Huh, must have left it down there, he mused.

“So, now that that’s out of the way,” Twilight stated, gartering Spike’s attention. “What are you up to today?”

“Well, I’ve got some laundry to do, but that’s not big deeeeaal!” Spike squealed in shock at the sudden grip of his crotch.

“Spike, what’s wrong?” Twilight jumped at Spike’s sudden outburst.

The dragon pushed himself back in his seat and glanced down to see none other than Melanie pawing at his pants. Twilight quickly leaned over to the side and looked underneath the table, nearly feeling her eyes pop from their sockets. “MELANIE!!!”

The kobold looked over her shoulder at the outraged alicorn. “What are you doing?!”

“Melanie want Master Bone.” The kobold replied plainly.

“SPIKE!” Twilight growled as she shot up out of her seat, mana bleeding off her body.

“I didn’t teach her that, I swear!” he pleaded, shielding himself for his elder sister’s wrath.