Spike’s subconscious mind had been enjoying the sensation of warm fur brushing softly against his body for a while when he finally woke up. At first he wasn’t sure where he was, as he immediately realized he wasn’t in his basket. He rubbed his eyes, then opened them, and found himself looking directly into a wall of dark blue fur - the chest a dark blue pony’s body.
All of a sudden, it all came back to him - he was, of course, still in Canterlot, and the pony next to him was none other than Princess Luna.

As he tried to move, he realized that she had her front hooves wrapped around him, embracing him, and squeezing him tightly against her chest as though he was a teddybear. He looked up at her face - she looked so sweet and innocent as she slept, her mouth slightly open and a slight trickle of drool escaping onto the pillow underneath. It was difficult to believe that pony sleeping peacefully next to him was the same pony who had previously injured him by humping his face wearing a spiky leather suit, made him whip her flanks and made him fuck her peehole. It made him think of the old saying “You can’t judge a book by its covers.” - something Twilight had learned the hard way the previous year.

The warmth of her body against his felt very nice, and he was starting to drift off to sleep again when he was snapped awake by the sound of someone knocking on the door, then opening it.

A familiar voice said in a loud and clear tone “Good morning, your highness. Breakfast is ready.”.
It was the well-spoken elderly butler pony who had picked him up the day before.

Spike felt Luna’s front hooves give a twitch, and then loosening their grip on him as she started to wake up. He stood up, stretched out and let out a loud yawn.

“Ah, your... guest is still here, I see. I will see to it that a seat is prepared for him as well.” said the butler, before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Spike heard Luna getting up behind him, and turned to see her stretching her legs and smiling at him. After she had finished brushing her mane and making herself presentable, they proceeded to leave the room and went to have breakfast. When they had finished eating, Luna arranged Spike’s transport for the return trip, and after bidding her farewell, he boarded the carriage heading to Ponyville.

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When Spike arrived in Ponyville, it was almost noon. He got out of the carriage, thanked the stallions who had been pulling it, and headed towards the library. Being with Luna had temporarily taken his mind off the Twilight incident, but as he approached the library he started to grow uneasy again. What would she say when she saw him? Would she punish him? Nah, she couldn’t do that - after all, it was she who started it. Still, had his will been stronger, he could have refused her. But if he did that, she might have thought that he found her unattractive and her feelings would have been hurt. What in the bloody hell was he supposed to do in such a situation?

As his mind returned to the present, he found himself sitting with his back against the wall outside the library door with his face buried in his hands. There was only one thing to do - he would have to face her - like a man. Or rather, like a dragon. A sudden resolve flared up inside him, and opening the door, he strode into the library.

If it had been a mess on sunday, it was even worse now, having been left untidied for an entire day. Usually if Spike was away, Twilight would be a little more careful not to make a huge mess, but that didn’t seem to be the case this time. Open books lay scattered all over the place, and he even thought he could see what appeared to be a dry half-eaten daisy sandwich sticking out of one of the towering stacks of books on the floor. Finally, his eyes fell on Twilight’s horn, which was barely visible over the wall of books that blocked the study area from his sight.

“Yo Twi!” he said, trying to sound as normal as he possibly could, and then realizing that he never usually greeted her - or anypony else for that matter - with “Yo”, brought his palm to his forehead, feeling his resolve faltering as quickly as it had come.

“Oh, Spike, you’re back.” replied Twilight from behind the books. Her horn disappeared for a moment, before she stepped out from behind the books and smiled weakly at him. She looked a bit frazzled, but otherwise no worse for the wear.

He could tell from her eyes that she hadn’t forgotten about what happened, and he was sure she knew that he hadn’t either. He was also fairly sure she knew that he knew that she knew, and that she perhaps even knew that he knew that she knew that he knew. Nevertheless, neither of them said anything, and a painfully awkward silence fell across the room.

Finally, the silence was broken by Twilight.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Fluttershy came by earlier to invite you over for tea. She said she wanted to ask you some questions about dragons.”
Her face lit up with relief as she conveyed the message to Spike.

“Oh. Well, I guess I should go see her then.” Spike said, relieved to have an excuse to leave the library again.

“Yeah. I’ll see you later then.” Twilight said, turning away from him and going back to her study area behind the book wall. Just as she vanished behind the books, he thought he heard her mumble something that sounded like “You sure are popular these days...”, a tone of sadness in her voice.

Spike swallowed nervously. Had she guessed the reason he had been spending so much time with her friends lately? Twilight was a smart pony, and he knew for a fact that he was a terrible liar. She had to be suspecting something. At this point he didn’t really care. No, wait, that was a lie - he did care - far more than he wanted to admit to himself - but he didn’t want to think about it anymore, as it tore at his heart and made him feel terrible about himself. He left the library once more, closed the door behind him, and headed towards Fluttershy’s cottage.

The whole situation with Twilight was eating away at his sanity. Not because he felt that he’d done anything wrong, but because Twilight was, when it came right down to it, his oldest and closest friend, and it was obvious that she was unhappy.

He had to talk to someone about it, and Fluttershy seemed a good candidate, being one of the kindest and sweetest ponies he knew. Well, as long as she didn’t catch sight of blood... or get aroused, he reminded himself. It was doubly convenient that she had chosen today to invite him over for tea - though, he was fairly sure tea wasn’t the only thing she wanted to have with him.

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Having finally reached Fluttershy’s cottage, Spike knocked at her front door and waited. After a few moments, the door was opened by the pink-maned yellow pegasus. As soon as she saw who her guest was, she broke into a smile.

“Oh, hi Spike. I was hoping you’d come by.” she said in a friendly voice. “Please come in.”

Spike obeyed, and she closed the door behind him again. Now came the hard part. How was he going to tell Fluttershy he had done the nasty with Twilight? Oh, wait. She was the one who had ridden him like he was a mounted dildo while wearing a leather-suit, pissed all over him and passed out on the floor afterwards. His drunken after-party romp with Twilight was surely pretty tame stuff compared to the sort of stuff she was into.

Suddenly, he realized that Fluttershy was looking directly at him, smiling sweetly. He felt himself blushing, and turned away so she wouldn’t see. There was just something about Fluttershy that made him feel all weird inside. She looked so pure and innocent, and yet he knew that underneath her sweet outward appearance was a sadomasochist with a blood fetish.
The thought was turning him on.

“Um... Spike?” Fluttershy said, causing Spike to snap out of his thought and turn back to her.
She was now smiling nervously at him. “The reason I invited you here...” she began, then paused.

“You want to do it again?” Spike asked, having already guessed her true intentions.

“Yes.” she replied, trying to hide her blushing face behind her mane.
“Um... If you don’t mind, that is...” she added.

“Of course I don’t mind!” Spike replied.
“I’d be honored to have one of the most beautiful mares in Equestria.”

Fluttershy blushed even more. “You don’t really mean that...” she said, her smile widening.
“You’re just saying that to be nice...”

“No I’m not. You’re beautiful.” he said, with a tone of complete sincerity in his voice.
“So... what do you want to do?” he asked.

At this, excitement seemed to overtake her bashfulness.
“Oh, let’s go outside. We wouldn’t want my house to get all messy, now would we?” she said, giving him a flirty look before turning towards the door and opening it again.

The Twilight matter could wait a little longer, he decided.
Curious as to what she was up to, Spike followed her outside and around to the back of her house, where they couldn’t be seen from the road leading up to her cottage. Fluttershy positioned herself on the grass with her back towards Spike and spread her legs slightly.

“Would you like to... um... drink my special tea?” she said, turning her head around to look at him.

“Oh, I see what you did there.” said Spike, chuckling. “Sure, I’ll drink your tea.”

Without hesitation, he got behind her, pushed her sleek pink tail aside, and grabbing hold of her flanks with his arms, buried his face in her plot. He then slid his forked dragon tongue into her crack and started wiggling it around so that he could taste the sweet nectar of her marehood. She let out a squee of delight as he started to gently probe the opening of her peehole with the tip of his tongue, and her wings sprung outwards making a “POMF” sound. He could feel her insides twitching with pleasure and squeezing his tongue as he continued to toy with her tiny opening, moving the tip of his tongue in circles around it, tickling it and occasionally probing it, savouring the taste of her salty sweetness.
Her hind legs were starting to quiver with pleasure, and she was moaning softly, occasionally bursting out in excited squeaks of delight as his tongue tickled her most private parts.

“Uhn~! It’s... almost... there.” she managed to squeak out in between her moans.

Spike opened his mouth even wider, making sure to cover her entire opening, and focused his tongue entirely on pleasuring her peehole. Finally, letting out a loud, she released her bladder, letting her juices flow around Spike’s tongue and into his mouth. He continued to tease her squirting hole as he swallowed the stream of yellow goodness flowing into his mouth.

Then, with a sudden jolt, she came.
He felt her cunt starting to convulse, squeezing his tongue as her flanks clamped down on his head, locking him in place as a mixture of her urine and vaginal secretions sprayed his face and body, soaking her tail and dripping onto the grass below.

As she came down from her climax, her flanks released their grip on Spike, and he fell backwards on his butt in the grass, which was still steaming and smelled of warm urine.
For a while, she just stood there with her eyes closed, panting and breathing heavily as the last drops of her special tea dripped to the ground. When she regained her breath, she turned to Spike again.

“Now it’s your turn.” she said sweetly.

Bending her head down, she gave Spike’s already rock hard dick a wet sloppy lick before slowly wrapping her muzzle around his shaft. The warm wetness of her mouth enveloped his cock as she gobbled it up inch by inch, until she had taken it all in and he could feel her soft lips against his balls. She then looked up at him with her big innocent pony eyes as she started sliding her muzzle up and down his cock, teasing and caressing it with her wet tongue as she did so and sending waves of pleasure through his body. Something about those big sexy eyes staring up at him from his crotch was turning him on greatly, and the wet sloppy sounds made by her lips sucking him combined with the scent of warm fresh urine wafting up from the grass underneath him further amplified the effect.

He knew he wouldn’t last very long at this rate, but he was going to enjoy it to its fullest while it lasted. Putting his arms around her head, he started to help her movement with his hands, pushing her muzzle onto his cock with greater force than before, and rubbing her soft ears as he did so. Her eyes closed as he started massaging her ears, and a muffled moan escaped her as he continued to thrust in and out of her mouth. Pushing into her with one final thrust, he felt his balls contracting as they started to pump their content down Fluttershy’s throat.

Her eyes sprung wide open, and she started to cough, ejecting a string of white goo through her nose before instinctively jerking herself off his cock and gasping for air as he continued to blow the rest of his load on her in massive spurts, coating her face and chest fur in sticky white stuff.

When his orgasm subsided, Fluttershy stuck out her tongue and licked her muzzle clean, then scraped the worst off her face with her front hoof and opened her eyes.

“Would you mind cleaning the rest of the cum off my face?” she asked, smiling sweetly at Spike.

Spike didn’t mind. “Okay. Close your eyes then.” he replied, getting back on his feet.

Fluttershy closed her eyes and lowered her face to Spike’s level.

Grabbing his now only semi-erect dick and aiming it at her face, he released a steady but forceful stream of piss into her face, flushing away most of the goo that had stuck to her fur where it hit. He slowly moved the beam around, covering her face and chest, and flushing out her nostrils, trying to get her as clean as possible. When he finally ran out of juice, she was dripping wet, but mostly jizz-free.

As Fluttershy opened her eyes again, her expression suddenly changed to one of shock and surprise, and she appeared to be staring at something behind Spike. “Um...” she said, blushing and trying to hide her face behind her mane.

Spike turned around to see what she was looking at, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Twilight standing there. She was staring at them with her mouth agape, wide-eyed, an expression of shock on her face. How long had she been standing there?

“Uh... hey, Twilight... I can explain...” he said, immediately realizing that he couldn’t. He was standing on the grass, covered in Fluttershy’s piss and cunt-juice, pointing his semi-erect cock at the yellow pegasus, who was dripping with his piss and residual semen and trying to hide her face behind her mane. A string of gooey cum slowly extended itself from Fluttershy’s left nostril, swaying as she breathed. “Uh... I got nothing.” he admitted, hanging his head in shame.

Twilight opened and closed her mouth a few times, as if to say something, then abruptly turned around and set off at a trot, disappearing around the corner of the house. Her hoofbeats could be heard for a while, trailing off as she got out of hearing range.

“Oh, my...” said Fluttershy, a very embarrassed look on her face.

“Ugh...” Spike groaned, rubbing his forehead.
“As if things weren’t bad enough already...” he thought to himself.

If Twilight hadn’t been mad at him before, she almost certainly would be now. He had to talk to her about it, but he felt it would probably be best to let her cool off for a while before going back to the library.

“Um, Fluttershy?” he asked, looking over at Fluttershy. “Would it be okay if I spent the night here?”

TO BE CONTINUED...