Spike simply stared back at Twilight. His lips seemed to curl up a little bit, but he went right back to normal, holding back his confusion. Twilight brought her head down and her hoof against Spike's paw. Come on, seriously, you little guy. Take the hint. Take it. She tried to smile, but her face didn't seem to obey her. Oh, I'm losing him. I'm losing the moment. She leaned down even more, her ragged mane flashing in front of her eyes. Her hoof rubbed up on top of Spike's paw.

You know I'm jealous. You know I need you. You know I'm sick of seeing your life taken over by Sweetie Belle. What are you waiting for? Spike took out his fork and scooped up another batch of eggs. He narrowed his eyes, trying to hold back what looked like one part annoyance and three parts bewilderment. Oh, I should have put on the Roxy Music, shouldn't I? Maybe lit some candles? But the lights are already so dim...

"So, anyways," Spike said, very delicately pulling his paw out from under Twilight's hoof. He slanted his head to the side, munching on a chunk of chopped pears. "I guess... uh... you heard about Derpy?" He smiled as he ever so slightly nudged himself to the side, getting some more personal space from Twilight without being too rude about it. "Pretty great that she's out of the... uh, hospital. I heard she was even flying this, uh, morning. She's been... spending a lot of time with Dash lately, too." He started to show some nervousness, sweat beading atop his head. "Funny how nurse-like Dash can be, when her... uh... her friends need her."

"That's very nice," Twilight replied, "Yeah..." She stabbed a piece of mashed pears, head turning towards the window. She glared at her pale, transparent reflection in the glass. The pitter-patter of the rain outside upon the cold, cold window felt so poetic, making her feel like a pony statue with romantic feelings just bouncing off her all through her life.

Spike, please. Help me. Make me feel better. Hold me. Kiss me. Save me. She felt like screaming at the baby dragon, but she just sat by and watched him empty his plate without another word. Spike hopped off the chair, cleaned up his dish in the sink, and leaned up against the counter. He looked so cool with his back against the wood, feet crossed, and paws tapping against his sides. He seemed very lost in thought at the moment, still sweating and looking overwhelmed.

"Spike, sweetie," Twilight said, walking over and standing right above his side. She tried to edge herself over, with her hoof against his back. "You know, you've been gone for a while."

"I have." He blinked before he looked back at Twilight. "I've been with her for a while." He looked less confused, more wanting somehow. His eyes opened up and his ears seemed to flip back, looking so smooth.

"I'd never made out before. It was everything, I'm being cliche but I can't help it, that I had possibly imagined."

"You know," Twilight began. Well, it's now or never. I guess. If I'm really going to go through with this... I guess... I'm in power here, aren't I? I've got control over him. I'm the big sister. She curled her hoof across Spike's shoulders. She hadn't felt the contrast of his scales on her fur for a while, and it almost seemed to tickle. "There's a lot of things that you've done with her. Adult things, things baby dragons normally wouldn't do..." She tried her best to sound seductive, swishing her mane along the side of her face.

"Adult things?" Spike repeated. His mouth seemed to shrink, clearly not liking the sound of that.

"And I entered heaven. He immediately stuck his tounge along the sides of my teeth, and our lips just flowed in and out of each other."

"But, you ought to know something important," Twilight said, moving down until her face was just inches from Spike. He took a gulp. "Sweetie Belle can do a lot of adult things with you, sure." She brought her other front hoof right in front of his chest. "But there's a lot of adult things that she wouldn't do. Adult things that she wouldn't know how to do. Adult things that she's not ready for." She rubbed her hoof against Spike's chest, making a little heart shape. He breathed quick and fast, like a firecracker going off. "Adult things that I would do with you."

"Somehow, he became totally a part of me. He didn't just complete me. He made me stronger; he made himself a piece of my very identity."

"Do with me?" His breaths suddenly slowed down as Twilight stepped away from him. Spike wiped the sweat off of his head, and he slumped forward. He quietly mouthed something else, unintelligible.

She walked over to the entrance to the kitchen, her body propping against the wall. She twisted her legs. Her left front hoof rubbed against her chest. Come on, now, this is the move that Rarity told me, way back when, would turn any boy to jelly. "You know, Spikey-wikey," she whispered, just loud enough to hear but just quiet enough that he was hooked with every word, "literally all you need to do is: ask."

Spike shut his mouth. He stepped closer, but he stopped midway. He leaned down, staring at the floor. Twilight could tell he didn't know how to even begin to reply. Twilight popped off the doorway and started walking over. I'm sick of waiting. I'm just... please, Spike! You're the only boy I know. You're the only guy that's ever treated me like a real mare. The only one I know. She suddenly felt more like crying than going on 'talking sexy' like the colts in her favorite book.

"Twilight, I..." Spike muttered. He sniffed, sweat pouring down the sides of his head. "I... you're just... and I know..." He wanted to just force his feelings out, without those pesky words getting in the way.

"I'd never made out before."

Twilight went to pick up Spike's face and pull his head up. Her eyes ran up the baby dragon's body. She spotted something she somehow had missed before, something very easy to miss. Her eyes locked on a skinny, purple and green bracelet right under Spike's other paw. He didn't get that from... from... HER. He had better not. Oh, I'll bet he did.

"Twilight, you're like my big sister," Spike eked out. He slumped himself down upon the ground. His paws rubbed up against his feet. "No, more than that. You're like my mom."

"Mom?" Twilight repeated. She felt like stomping her hooves against the ground in anger. No, you stupid little dragon. She coughed. Shut up and just kiss me, for my first time. Give me my first time. Give it to me. I need it. Now!

She leaned back, mouth open and mind pepared to demand Spike to have her rather than ask him. She immediately stopped herself. Well, why wouldn't he? He should think like that. She looked upon Spike's crumpled body, suddenly feeling a sharp pain of regret. A chill, almost like mercury in her blood, crept up her back towards her brain.

Motherly affection kicked in; she could hardly stand seeing Spike looking so frustrated. "Spike, I... I'm..." Twilight muttered. She knelt down. I'm like your Mom. I know it.

"I always wanted something more. The best friend that wasn’t distant. The one that would always be there for me. That knew me, my heart, and my very soul from the get-go."

No! Shut up, you blasted book! Shut up! Out of my mind! She thrust her hooves to her head. She squeezed hard, almost getting a headache. SHUT. UP. NOW. She found herself shivering.

"Twilight, are you okay?" Spike asked, standing back up and grabbing onto Twilight's shoulder.

Twilight opened her eyes. She gazed upon Spike, nodding. Her eyes moved down to Spike's bracelet. That had to be a gift. I guess that's a "promise keeper" thing? One of those commitments of love from a girl to her special boy in her life? Twilight held back a giggle. I'll suppose Rarity helped Sweetie Belle make it. Ah, if Rarity only knew that she'd end up stabbing me in the back, kind of. Kind of. Okay, not really.

"Twilight, I just..."

"No, Spike, don't worry about it," Twilight said, standing up straight, "I'm sorry." Their eyes met, and-- somehow-- they both totally understood the turbulent waves going on in each other's head. "I'm glad to see that everything's going so well between you and Sweetie Belle." Spike smiled, and he stepped off towards the library. "Oh, and Spike?" The baby dragon looked back, suddenly a little worried. "Just don't stay out so blasted late, okay? Let me know where you are, and help me a little more with our day's errands, please." He nodded back silently.

Now, then... Twilight took a deep breath. She trotted out of the kitchen and made her way upstairs. She ducked into the bathroom and poised herself right in front of the hamper, looking like a cobra about to strike. You... you stupid little books... She magically slid out the two coltcuddling novels from underneath the hamper. You've been nothing but trouble from me from the moment I found you.

She magically lifted them right in front of her head. She glanced to the side, seeing her silly expression in the mirror. Well, I... I can't blame these for anything. It's so crazy, isn't it? They're both the best things I've ever found in my life, and the worst things. The rose with thorns, or something. It's like bad poetry. She opened them both up, looking once again at the cute little note left by Fleur De Lis on Book I.

"Oh, please," she muttered, "I'm being so overly melodramatic." I'll just give the blasted things to somepony else for a while. That's it. Both a nice gift, as well as a way for me to cool off... I guess. She thought back to the last place where she had seen wrapping paper and tape. Did I leave it all in the kitchen? Her eyes bobbed idly around the bathroom. She leaned back against the towels, lost in thought. Her head moved over to the mirror as she scratched her head.

"WHAT!" Twilight suddenly screamed. Her eyes bugled as she glared at the mirror. "Written by triX I. E. ?" She threw herself against the sink, magically floating the books atop her head. Her eyes grew wide. "I'm so... so... blind. How couldn't I have seen it before?" A 'brand new young author' my flank!

She trotted over to her bedroom, and she plopped onto a pile of pillows. Well, 'triX I. E.' writes girls' pornography, how wonderful. I guess that's what's next for disgraced stage ponies, the standard career line. She'll be turning tricks in the alleyways for a quick bag of bits in a few months. Count on it. I wonder if she's on the saltlicks, too? Twilight twirled the books in the air, glaring at them. Does Dash know? Does Rarity know? She suddenly felt a weird, empty kind of feeling inside. What if they don't even care?

She took a little breath. Why do I care? Is it a crime to write chick-lit? It would be like making it a crime to fart in public, to break a Pinkie Pie promise, or to... gee. I think I'm wrong here. I should just leave Trixie alone. Her eyes narrowed on the little indentation of the titles. There has to be something special about these novels. There has to be something... shady.

She lowered Book I down until it booped against her nose. I've read things and had words pop in my mind afterwards before. But this was so different... it was me. In part, it just appeals to a certain type of girl. But it's more than that. How could Trixie get publishers to print this so quickly? To run it out so quickly? Twilight squished the book down against her face, her nose dripping a little bit of snot against the cover. Trixie would cheat. I know she would. She couldn't just write a novel that girls would eat up. She'd make the girls want to get it. She'd brag. She'd do something. I just don't know what.

Her nose suddenly tickled. Wait... Twilight muttered a quick spell. She saw a flash of light appear in front of her face. She held her breath. Suddenly, a thin blue mist wafted out of the top of the book. "I knew it!" Twilight called out. She hopped straight up in the air. "It's enchanted. The blasted books are enchanted."

Well, that's a relief. I thought I was just becoming some kind of sexual pervert. Twilight ran through a special counter-spell, determined to rid her mind of coltcuddling thoughts for good. She took a happy sigh. Alright, I'm going to find Trixie and report her to Princess Celestia for casting a... Twilight swung her hoof in the air, slowly freezing in place. Hmmm, yes. I'd report Trixie for what exactly? What crime did she commit? She shut her eyes. Royal Code Volume II, Section VI, Tract III would be the relevant statue.

She sped over to her library, nabbing a thick brown textbook from the top of a bookshelf, and threw it down. She flipped through pages, finally smacking her hoof on the right spot.

"Enchantments sent from an magically able agent or agents that provide, or are in a clear sense intended to provide, entertainment of a possibly sensual nature, real or perceived, for another party or parties and that inherently involve negative cross effects on an un-consulted third party or parties shall be proscribed unless said cross effects are transmitted in a physical embodiment such as a book, newspaper, package, or other accouterments that comes in regular physical contact with other forms of magic. Nothing of the aforementioned rule shall be allowed to prevent common exchange of enchanted items between commercial parties as understood in local traditions with respect to individual towns or townships."

"So, I guess, it's basically legal to..." Twilight said. She could barely manage to finish her sentence. "Do my friends know it's enchanted? Would they even care? I'd guess that Rarity wouldn't care in the slightest." Okay, so Trixie hasn't actually done anything wrong. At least, with the enchantment gone, my subconscious mind will leave me alone, with all the weird sexual thoughts vanishing.

"His eyes met with my whip, and he bit with all of his strength. I saw the teeth marks now seared into the plastic, and I grinned."

"Buuuuuuuccccckkkkk iiiiittttttttt!" Twilight moaned, shaking her hooves in the air. Okay, now I'm really mad. You've made me into a pervy girl, and I'm going to more than repay the favor. She hunted for her literary magazine, running through the section with 'Ask the author' events. "Come on, Miss E. I. Xirt, you'll be wanting to speak with your slobbering fangirls sooner or later. A-ha!" She curled her hoof around a small grey listing in the back of the book. "Tentative book signing at May 13th at noon, Sugarcube Corner, Ponyville-- date and time subject to possible change."

Twilight made an evil grin, and she rubbed her hooves together. Revenge will be sweet. Now that you've turned me from normal into a pervert, it's time for me to show you what naughtiness is all about.

To Be Continued...