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Twilight's Treatment Volume 2 - Chapter 12 - Lie in Relief

A book in one hand, a cup of tea in the other and a quill and parchment on the table beside her. If you were to ask to picture Twilight Sparkle in your mind this was likely the scene anyone living in the village would think of first. The only exception to the librarian's normal appearance was that her neck had bandages wrapped about it to hide her bruised muscles from the throttling she had endured just a day before. It seemed like so much had happened in such a short amount of time. So much of it having been traumatic for Twilight Sparkle that she was thankful to have this peaceful day to just read and enjoy the flavor of her beverage.

Not that the subject of her reading was all that comforting. Twilight had wanted to try and pick up a story book just to pass the time but her mind kept pestering her to address the issue that refused to be forgotten. So instead she found herself looking over what psychology books she could find based around the subject of physical attraction between members of the same family. Particularly that between siblings.

Not that she was all that excited to read about this but she had to admit the amount of information she could find in the library wasn't very thorough. What few books she could locate that addressed the subject seemed conflicted on their view points. All of course acknowledged that it was a taboo practice but they had different reasons as to why. Some felt it was a natural, biological safeguard to keep us from finding attraction in those with the same genetics as our own. Others thought it had to be developed psychologically in early life to prevent those with the same genetics from mating. They sited incidents of individuals finding attraction in people with similar facial features and in one case two siblings separated at birth who got married. All in all it didn't really help Twilight any with her particular concerns.

She even began to pull books aside that had fictional characters who either suggested attraction between siblings or outright had characters that went through with it. A lot of it was a "behind closed doors" kind of material when it was approached, nothing outright stated and often times it was never a protagonist that was in this position. The few she found that did depict siblings in sexual situations together were usually females and usually twins. Unsurprisingly the authors of said books were all male from what she could find. None of it made her feel better or even more informed about what she was trying to understand from all this.

Twilight sipped her tea and set it on her plate, closed her book and set it on the pile, then cupped her hands and set her face in them. She was already tired and her neck, shoulders and upper back were aching with pain. She would have loved to try and block out the throbbing soreness in her upper body by focusing on other things but her mind wouldn't let her rest. One question repeated in her mind that she kept wondering to herself. "Am I a bad person?"

She loved Spike so very much. He was her family and her friend and even before they did any of those "things" together she had felt her life would have been lost without him. He'd been with her for so long it was like a natural part of her own life to have him near by. But if that was only because she wanted to have him and use him for her own desires she didn't want to keep him here. Was she dangerous? Was she really this sick in the head? Cadence had brought up that memory from years ago about her brother and Twilight didn't know what to do with that information. She had never felt the same way for her brother as she had for a man she was attracted to. Then again she didn't used to think about Spike that way either.

So now she was left wrestling with the question of her possibly being a perverted monster that's using her assistant as a replacement for unsatisfied desires for her sibling. Would she eventually get to a point where she couldn't control herself? It sounded stupid thinking something like that could happen but if she rationalized it she could convince herself of anything. She wanted to think that this had to be a case of bad choices combined with bad coincidences. After all Twilight was forced to the castle in a life or death battle right after dealing with her conflicted feelings about Spike. Then her sister-in-law digs around in her heart (she was still upset about that) and pulls out something from so long ago that Twilight had forgotten it had even happened. Had she been more right of mind none of that may have occurred during her dinner with her family.

As long as her mind was still "right", right?

"Twilight?" The librarian picked her head up off of her hands quickly when she heard the boy's voice, regretting it when her body reminded her of her injuries. Not wanting to worry him though she rose to her feet quickly and put on a smile.

"Welcome home, Spike." Twilight said cheerfully as the boy walked in, though he had something extra with him from when he left. There was a shoulder bag slung to his side. "Did you pick something up for yourself while you were out?"

"Not exactly." Spike said as he approached the kitchen table. Twilight looked him over and noticed his cheeks were flushed and he seemed out of breath. Maybe he'd been running a lot while he was out today? She wondered why he'd push himself so hard. Those thoughts left quickly though as Spike produced a dried gourd that Twilight recognized right away as the kind Zecora used as a bottle for holding her potions and drinks. "But I did get something for you."

"Really?" Twilight walked over to the table and looked the bottle over carefully. "I don't remember Zecora saying I needed to pick up anything. Did I forget something I asked her for?" Twilight pulled the cap off the bottle to smell what was inside. It had a nice scent to it, floral but not something she'd want to drink.

"Well actually I went out to her place and kind of... asked her to make this for you." Spike said looking a little embarrassed as he admitted it. "It's an ointment for your injuries. I asked her if she had anything that could help you with the pain and she said she could make something special. But I had to help her put it together by getting the ingredients. So yeah, that's where I was all day." Twilight put the cap on the bottle and approached her precious assistant, giving him a gentle hug as best as her shoulders would allow. "Twilight?"

"Thank you so much Spike." Twilight said happily. "Thank you, this was so thoughtful of you." Spike hesitated a bit but soon after hugged Twilight as well, making sure to keep his arms around her lower back to avoid touching any injured areas.

"It's nothing Twilight, I'm happy to do it." He said rather humbly and earned a kiss on the top of his head.

"It's something to me." The librarian confessed and released him from her hug. "If it can get me back to one hundred percent faster then I'll appreciate it even more." Twilight looked over the bottle, wondering how it was going to feel on her skin. She hoped it didn't itch, moving her arms around to scratch her back would be torture the way she was now without magic.

"I'm glad you like it so much." Spike said with a little more red in his cheeks now. "I remembered what you said about Pinkie Pie and Applejack too so I asked Zecora for some for them as well. I would have been home sooner but I had to drop off their bottles too." Spike went to the kitchen, putting his bag aside that Twilight presumed now that he must have received from Zecora, soon after that he began to look through the cupboards. "By the way, what do you want for dinner?"

"Something light, if we have anything like that. I don't think I'll be able to stay up too late tonight."

"Me either to be honest." Spike agreed as he started to pull out some pasta noodles. Twilight sat at the table and relaxed her muscles, watching her young assistant in the kitchen. At that moment she felt a sudden surge of pride for him. Working all night while she was gone because he was restless and when she gives him a day off he spends it working to get medicine for her and her friends. Her insecurities from earlier in the day dissipating as she felt the comfort of being home finally setting in with Spike's arrival. It just felt more natural having him near by. "We could do pasta and salad if you want. I think we have a can of tomato sauce still too."

"That sounds good." Twilight said, finding her stomach agreed to the idea right away when food was suggested to her. She'd neglected to eat anything while he was gone as she hadn't felt the need till now. "Would you like some help getting it ready?"

"Nah, I'm good. You can keep reading if you want." It was a generous offer, he was probably still worried about her condition. Though she didn't feel like returning to any of the books she'd been reading before he arrived. Twilight looked the bottle of ointment over while Spike got the pans ready for making dinner.

"Oh, did you get a chance to visit Rarity today?" Twilight asked suddenly, hoping he didn't pass up on any time they had together on her account. Even if there was that small jealous part of her that would have preferred he thought of her first. She didn't want to give that part of herself any thing to help it grow though.

"Yeah, I stopped by. She had a lot of packages she bought at the capital." Twilight recalled seeing them taken out of the palace that morning and thinking the same thing herself. "I didn't stay for long though. She wanted to keep unpacking her stuff and I was doing the thing with Zecora." The "thing" must have referred to putting together and passing out this medicine. "So if it's okay I'll probably stop by her place tomorrow. If you... if you're okay with it?" Spike asked a little hesitantly, looking out at Twilight.

"Of course Spike, why wouldn't I be?" Spike didn't respond, instead turning back to getting the water in the pot to begin cooking the noodles. She had an idea what might have been nagging at him and she felt responsible to put him at ease. "If you're planning to see Rarity tomorrow to sleep with her, I'm okay with that Spike." Spike's arm froze when he went to dump the noodles into the water, instead spilling them onto the counter. The boy began to frantically collect them before they could fall onto the floor and Twilight admired how cute it was seeing him get flustered.

"Oh! Um, well... okay. Yeah I guess that it's not weird to say that out loud. Is it?" Spike gathered the pot full of noodles together and took it to the stove, still not looking her direction.

"Was it weird that I said it like that? I mean... I know that we know. We all know what's going on. All being the three of us." This was getting really uncomfortable and it was becoming apparent to Twilight she should probably quit while she's ahead. But still a point had to be made. "I don't want you to feel like you have to lie or hide things from me. That's all." Twilight let that hang in the air as she finished her rambling, hoping to at least get across how she felt. There was a few moments of silence between them as Spike continued to work but it was broken when she heard the sound of sniffling. "Spike?"

"Y-yeah?" The boy swallowed a lump in his throat and wiped his eyes, his back still turned to Twilight. She pushed her chair back with a skidding noise across the wooden floor and slowly rose to her feet.

"Are you alright?" She carefully approached the kitchen but Spike kept facing away, now stirring the tomato sauce in the pan slowly. As she stood behind him it dawned on her just how small he seemed sometimes. Spike had grown so much since they moved here and was still growing yet but that didn't change the fact he was still younger than her. Still vulnerable to things she'd come to learn how to endure in comparison. "I'm sorry if I spoke out of turn." Spike shook his head and wiped his eyes again.

"I'm fine. Really. It's just the chopped onions in the sauce is all." Spike offered as an explanation.

"You didn't put any onions in the sauce." Twilight corrected.

"Oh. Guess I should get on that." Spike moved to the cutting board but Twilight managed to intercept him in another hug. "Twilight?" Her arms went around him, gentle and slowly but firm as she held his head against her breast. "I... I don't..."

"It's confusing, isn't it?" Twilight said, trying to give her voice a comforting tone. "It's all still somehow confusing to have to deal with. Our lives, our responsibilities, our friends." She raised her hand up to stroke his hair, the boy relaxing and resting his head against her now. Was this crossing the line between them? She didn't know, like she'd just spoken aloud everything was very confusing. But he was clearly struggling with something and she wanted to relieve him of it. "But no matter what just know I'll love and support you, okay? No matter what it is you want to do or who to spend time with. Don't be afraid of me Spike. Don't be afraid for me."

Spike's arms rose up now as well and hugged her in return. He exhaled and shuddered a little as he did, Twilight hoping that he was letting go of whatever stress had worked its way into his heart. His face felt warm against her chest and it made her feel better as well to be this close. After a moment he finally spoke up. "I'm sorry you have to keep doing things like this for me."

"Don't be." Twilight answered and ruffled his hair a little. "You support me, I support you. We support each other and we'll never fall, okay?" Spike nodded his head, still leaning against her as she held him. After a little while she hugged him extra tight and released the boy. "Good. So in that case I'll make the salad while you make the pasta and we'll support each other through dinner."

"But you're injured." Spike protested and Twilight just smiled back.

"Injured, not bed ridden. I handled two whole pots of tea while you were gone. That salad doesn't stand a chance against me." Her cheerfulness brightened Spike up as well and the duo went to work. Making a delicious meal that was just as eagerly consumed together as it was prepared.

Later that night Twilight found herself in a bit of a conundrum. She'd chosen to go into the shower second after Spike to clean up before they went to bed. Her plan being that she'd apply the ointment Zecora had given her onto her body once she got out without having to force Spike to wait for her to finish. When she exited the shower and carefully toweled herself off she had gotten ready to apply to ointment onto her injured areas but there was a bit of a problem. "I guess I'm more hurt than I realized."

Every attempt to raise her arms up to try and apply the ointment to her shoulders or upper back was halted by a sharp stab of pain. After a few failed attempts to contort her body around she had ended up just being able to apply the dabs of ointment to her collar. Hardly touching upon the black and blue bruises that went up her neck. If she'd had her magic she could have just applied the ointment to a rag and let it take care of the rest but even that was still recovering. She sighed looking in the mirror. "Guess you're going to stay beaten up looking for a while longer."

Twilight gave up on the medicine and went to put her pajamas on. Wearing her normal shorts and this time tonight a loose tank top as opposed to her normal t-shirt. It ended up being a lot less of a hassle to slip on. Once she was covered well enough Twilight opened the door to the bathroom and switched off the light, stepping off the tile and onto the wooden bedroom floor. The steam from her shower had kept her warm but it was a bit cooler once she'd exited into the room. Spike was already laying in bed and appeared to had settled in so Twilight wasted no time in approaching her own and very carefully laying herself down on the mattress. She let out a little sigh as her body relaxed and her head hit the pillow.

"Goodnight Spike." Twilight called out in the dark.

"Night Twilight. Did the medicine help?" Spike called out in return. Twilight could hear him rolling over in his bed to face her direction. She felt a little bad that after all the trouble he went through to get her the medicine that she wasn't even able to apply it. She considered for a moment just saying it worked great to ease his mind. However if she didn't look any better after a while it would become obvious she wasn't actually using it. So, the truth it was then.

"Actually I couldn't really use it." Twilight confessed and she heard Spike sit up in bed. "My arms hurt to much to be able to put it on. So sorry... I guess I wasted your gift." She felt bad it wouldn't get put to use but what could she do? Putting it on just hurt her muscles too much.

"Did you want me to put it on for you?" Spike offered with a tone of concern in his voice. Twilight was about ready to polite decline his offer when she realized something.

"That would actually solve everything wouldn't it?" The answer was so simple, why didn't she think of it before? Although there was the issue of where he had to apply it but there was a simple answer for that too. "I can't believe I didn't just ask you for help. Would it be alright if I asked you to?"

"Of course!" Spike said eager to help out. "Where did you leave the ointment?"

"It's still in the bathroom. Thank you Spike."

"Anything for you, Twilight." Spike said happily and carefully made his way through the dark bedroom. While he was on his mission Twilight began her own, carefully removing her tank top and slowly spinning her body around. She managed to slide herself to the side of the bed and just rolled over to get it done as quickly and painlessly as possible. By the time Spike had returned Twilight was topless but resting on her stomach, all the naughty parts hidden. "Oh um... are you ready?"

"Mm hm, just be careful okay?" Twilight said, bracing for the possible pain of too much force from Spike's hands.

"Okay, I promise." Spike sat on the edge of the bed next to Twilight, she could hear him applying the ointment to his hands and rubbing them together. Even though she was getting this treatment due to her injuries she felt kind of lucky to be getting a personal massage. Soon Spike's hands were upon her shoulders and rubbing gently.

He was extra careful when touching her, probably more than he needed to be but the librarian didn't mind. Closing her eyes as she rested her head on the pillow and absorbed the gentle massage on her sore body. She had to admit that it felt really nice and the ointment didn't itch or irritate at all like she had feared. Instead it made her skin feel a little tingly and let Spike's hands glide along her skin with little resistance. "Does it feel okay?" Spike asked.

"It feels really good." Twilight admitted without hesitation as she absorbed the soft rubbing against her shoulders. "Don't forget my back and neck too." Spike made a noise in agreement and let his hands travel down her upper back as well, applying light pressure and rubbing along her shoulder blades and sides. Twilight started moaning a little in satisfaction over how good it felt. This was like heaven.

After some time at her back and shoulders and Twilight making appreciative noises (some involuntarily) Spike's hands worked their way up to her neck and began to touch even lighter. He was obviously scared of causing any pain here since it had been the place she'd been most abused. Though his gentle touch never caused her a moment of dissatisfaction and that ointment on his hands provided that soothing yet tingly sensation to her most pained areas. "Mmm... Spike."

"Yeah?" Spike asked sounding a little worried and breathless but Twilight didn't pay it any mind.

"Can you get the back of my head as well?" She had pulled her long hair to the side when they had begun but she was looking to see if a little rub into her scalp might feel just as good. When his fingers with their pointed nails slipped up into her long, purple hair and rubbed and scratched at her scalp Twilight was suddenly wishing that this kind of comfort would never end. At this rate she could pass out completely. Spike's hands began to move farther into her hair, rubbing her scalp and gaining only noises of satisfaction from her. "Mmm... Spike, just a moment."

"S-sorry." Spike said as he pulled his hands back. "Did I touch a painful spot?"

"No." Twilight whispered as she lifted her torso up off of the bed. "Just a sec."

"Twilight, what are you-" Spike didn't finish his sentence as Twilight slowly and carefully rolled her body over. Her mind was a little foggy from the massage before but she still knew that in this position she was essentially exposed to Spike. Not that it mattered she reasoned, he'd seen her topless before now so many times he must have been bored of her breasts by now. It was just skin after all.

"Can you rub the front of my neck too?" Twilight asked with a breathy voice that was more pleading than she had intended. "Please."

"Uh...y-yeah... of course. I forgot that your... your front was hurt too." Twilight watched him in the dark as he applied ointment to his hands again and rested his hands on her collar bone. Slowly his fingers moved up her neck and back down to her shoulders, trying to cover all the areas of her chest that had been injured. Twilight had been a little hesitant about asking him to do this part at first but when she felt the sweet comfort and relief his hands brought her those concerns melted away.

Her eyes closed as she absorbed the feeling and began to breath deeper. His hands traced over her collar, neck and shoulders but never went lower. It was fine though, it ws mostly the upper area of her torso that had been damaged. Her chest wasn't injured in any manner that it required the ointment. Still she wondered how that tingly and soothing sensation might feel against her breasts. Having those hands rub against her body and massage that sensitive area as well for her pleasure. Twilight took a deep breath as she felt her nipples grow erect at the idea of his hands tracing down her body farther. "Spike..."

"Yes, Twilight?" There was nervousness in his voice. She knew now she could ask whatever she wanted and he'd give it to her. He was devoted.

"You can stop." Twilight said. "I think you got everything."

"Oh. Yeah, of course. Sure." Spike said as he pulled his hands away from her body, sitting up off the bed and standing near by awkwardly. Twilight was half asleep at this point as she stretched as best she could and smiled at him in the dark.

"Thank you, Spike. I feel a lot better now. That medicine really worked wonders."

"Good, that's what I wanted." Spike said as he grabbed her blanket, pulling it up to cover the girl in bed. She wanted to hug him or give him a kiss good night but frankly after all of that she couldn't move.

"Will you be able to sleep?" Twilight asked lazily and Spike nodded in the dark.

"Yeah, don't worry about me. You just recover, okay Twilight. I just want you better." Twilight extended her hand and grabbed a hold of Spike's, giving it a squeeze. He squeezed hers in return and released shortly after. "I'm going to head to the bathroom real quick, you just focus on getting to sleep, okay Twilight?"

"Okay." The librarian agreed with a long yawn. "Night Spike, sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams Twilight." Spike returned with as much affection as he walked away from her bed, approaching the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Twilight thought about how fortunate she was to have someone so great near by all the time. She wouldn't have traded Spike for the world. Pondering about earlier she hoped he had some fun today putting that medicine together for her and her friends. Wondering where exactly that little project may have taken him. Maybe she'd ask Zecora the next time they got together for lunch.

Earlier that day when the sun was still high in the sky Spike had found himself once again off the beaten path through the Everfree Forest. Although this time he was really off as it had taken him a direction he'd never traveled before. The trees were spacious enough to allow him easy passage but the area was certainly wild and uneven. There was a lot of hopping over things and maneuvering around sharp bushes and plants. Thankfully no creatures had found him yet, though he was keeping an eye out. After a few minutes of travel and double checking his steps Spike finally came upon the object of his search; a pear tree.

Well it wasn't a pear tree exactly. The fruit dangling from the branches looked like pears but look twisted up as if someone had grabbed them from the bottom and spun them. The fruit had a chocolate and cream color spun within the grooves of the fruit and the whole tree had a sweet smell. Their swirled pattern and pear shape gave them the very entertaining name of "swears". Spike didn't know why whoever discovered them chose that name, they looked way too delicious for it.

Approaching the tree Spike found a low hanging fruit and thanked his good fortune. Reaching up he took the fruit in hand, the exterior feeling soft but firm in his grip. He pulled at the stem but found that it didn't give easily. Using both hands he tugged harder, pulling the entire branch as well. It took several hard tugs before the stem finally snapped away from the tree, whipping the branch back up and slap Spike on top of the head. "Ow! Son of a..." Grumbling Spike dropped the fruit in his shoulder bag and moved onto another branch, repeating the same struggle with the same outcome despite his best attempts to dodge on. "Freakin... Frackin... Ouch."

Okay he was done with that. Clearly the ones on the ends of the branches were a trap so Spike went to the trunk of the tree. He's just climb up the dumb thing and pull the ones closer in off the branches. Spike put his hands on the trunk and pulled them back quickly when his hands clasped onto something wet and sticky. "Ulk! What is this? It's like... some kind of sap." That must have been why the tree smelled so good. It made it nearly impossible for him to climb though, unless he wanted to get covered in a sticky substance and frankly he'd given that option up when he'd left Rarity's place earlier.

No big deal, he was smarter than whatever animal ate off this plant and had to deal with this pain in the butt on a regular basis. Coming to a brilliant conclusion Spike would just pull the branch down with his hand and then yank it off when he had it held securely. No more branches slapping him across the head today. When his hand clasped around the branch however he pulled it back quickly feeling a jabbing sensation. "Holy mother of... the hell!?" Using one of his clawed fingers Spike picked a leaf from a branch and looked it over. The edges of the leaf were like tiny, serrated blades of a steak knife. "What kind of horror show tree is this thing!?"

He was annoyed but not willing to give up. Stupid swirly fruit, looking all beautiful and delicious but really being this dangerous monster plant looking to mock anyone that wanted a taste. Swirling pears? Why not just twist right off if you like twisting so much? Spike grabbed a fruit and gave it a spin just out of curiosity. The fruit spun around on the end of the branch and popped right off onto the ground. He stared at it for a moment with a twitching eye. "That's all it took? You stupid, fucking..." He was starting to understand why these things were called Swears. Letting out a sigh Spike began to gather up the fruit he needed for Zecora's ointment.

It sure was good fortune that he knew Zecora and she had something for just the kind of problem his friends were facing. She'd even offered to make it for free for him as long as he was the one that got what she needed. Considering all the trouble it took in putting it together he wasn't surprised she sent him out instead of going herself. Who'd want to deal with all of this if they didn't have to? Spike checked his bag and found he had five fruits gathered. Just one more and he could get out of here. So naturally it turned out he'd picked all of the low hanging fruit that was available.

Spike circled the tree a few times and found a fruit that was just a bit lower than all the other higher ones. He pondered how to get it. Whacking it out of the tree would probably smash the fruit before that stem ever let go. He couldn't very easily twist if from how far down he was and jumping up to grab the branch would end with very painful results and a lot more swears than just the six he wanted. He tried to stand on the tips of his feet to grab the fruit but it was just too far up. So imagine his surprise when a black hand traveled up past Spikes and grabbed the fruit, twisting it and popping it off the branch. The owner of said hand lowered down behind him, pressed against his back. She put one arm around his waist as the other held the fruit before him. "Were you trying to get this?"

Spike swallowed a lump in his throat as the changeling held the fruit in front of him. He recognized her voice, he recognized her scent even when this close to the sap covered tree. Still he felt a quickening in his heart and a concern growing as she essentially had him in as vulnerable a position as she could want. Spike reached up and took the fruit from her hand. "Th-thanks." He said putting it in his bag. "Damselfly, I didn't think I'd see-"

"Eyes front." The woman said as she took his chin in her hand and forced him to look away from her. "You're not going to see me again if I can help it." Spike just nodded quietly in agreement and slowly her arms came up under his own, her hands resting on his chest. He could feel her body pressing against his back and it was hard not to have the excitement pass through him. "Turned on already? Haven't learned a thing from before, have you?"

"It's hard not to be when I can... feel you against me." Spike complained, her hands rubbing his chest lightly and he didn't know if it was to be endearing or teasing that she did it.

"Your issue, not mine." Damselfly responded with a lack of care or flirtation in her voice. "So why are you wandering through Everfree? Did you want to get something exotic to eat that badly you'd risk walking off the path?"

"I'm running an errand for someone." Spike said curtly. The fact that she could bite him again notwithstanding he just wasn't really sure how he should feel about her. Or even how she might feel about him. Their relationship wasn't common by any means and he wasn't sure if he should count her as a friend or an acquaintance that tolerated one another for what they wanted. She was the last thing he needed right now. "It's for something important."

"Oh really? Well then it's a good thing I was here to help you isn't it?"

"Yeah. I guess... yeah, it was. Thank you. I needed the help." What a jerk, here he was thinking about all the things they'd done wrong by each other and the first thing she did when she appeared was help him. What right did he have to think of her so poorly. He felt her finger tracing a circle over his heart curiously.

"Still confused about the world I see." Damselfly said. "Just because I was nice to you doesn't mean you should trust me. I could just be trying to get you to let your guard down."

"Maybe." Spike agreed thinking it over. "But I don't think so. If you wanted to bite me you'd just do it. Or you'd ask me if I wanted to do it. There's no reason for you to trick me anymore."

"That so?" She said sounding a little more devious. "What makes you think I'm actually your friend?"

"Because... because you help me." Spike confessed. "Despite all the things I do wrong you help me, even if you charge a price to do it. I'm not that dumb that I don't see that much." Spike said and leaned back against her a little. Maybe Damselfly was a changeling but in her arms there was an odd sense of comfort. Was it the effect of the venom still in his body from last time? He liked to think it was just that he knew her better than she'd like to admit.

"Oh really? But that's not what I'm asking." Damselfly said taking on a more threatening tone. "How do you know I'm actually who you think I am?" Spike's eyes widened due to the outright confusion he felt from the question.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'm a changeling but maybe I'm not your changeling. Maybe I'm not who you think I am at all." Her arms tightened around his body and held him close. "Maybe I'm actually a different changeling that saw you in the woods, having your fun and giving yourself up for a quick fuck. Such an easy target, so easy to fool. All I'd have to do is get you to trust me for a second and then one. Quick. Bite." She poked his chest with her finger nail, over his heart. "And then you're mine."

Spike cocked his head to the side and leaned backwards. "So do it."

"Wha-what?" The changeling suddenly asked in surprise.

"If that's the case then do it. Bite me. Kill me, that's what you're here for right?" Spike was calling her bluff. He didn't know why she was trying to intimidate him into leaving but he didn't feel like being pushed around by her. If she wanted him gone she could just say so instead of trying to play games with him. "Go ahead. I'm waiting." Spike stood in confidence waiting for her to let him go or call him some name or just leave. Though he felt a creeping dread as the changeling's head came around, hovering over his neck where he'd been bitten once before. Her hands gripped onto the front of his shirt hard and he could feel hot breath against his neck as the fangs touched him. "Damselfly?" Then she bit.

"Ow." Right on the tip of his ear. "Ow! Ow ow ow! Ow that really hurts!" She didn't use her fangs but the rest of her teeth didn't feel any better. Mercifully she finally let him go and Spike raised a hand to feel the tip of his pointed ear. Thankfully it wasn't bleeding. "Geez, that smarts. What did you do that for?"

"You stupid idiot." Damselfly complained and held him tight so he still couldn't face her. "What if I'd actually been someone else?"

"I knew it was you. Ow. You didn't have to bite my ear you know."

"Shut up, you deserve it. Teasing a girl like that." If he didn't know any better he'd say she was pouting over him not falling for her trick. "You're too trusting. Everyone in that town is. If you don't all get smart soon you're going to find you'll have a lot more problems than you can handle."

"Like... what kind of problems?" He didn't like where this was going.

"Do you really think I'm the only changeling in these woods? By this town? Watching all of you?" Spike had never really thought about it before but Damselfly did mention that she went into town sometimes to "get a quick snack" for herself. If she was slipping through undetected then there was a chance other changelings might be as well. "You idiots need to get your act together like that witch in the woods if you want to survive."

"You act like we're on the verge of getting invaded. Don't call Zecora a witch, she's a friend of mine." Damselfly scoffed at the idea and Spike wondered why exactly she disliked Zecora so much.

"I'm sure, you make a habit of trusting dangerous things that can kill you after all." This was starting to get insulting and Spike didn't enjoy it in the least. Sure she was mad at him for teasing her but she didn't have to take it out on his friends.

"What? What are you saying, Zecora would never hurt anyone." She scoffed again behind him. "What do you know about her anyway to say things like that?"

"She lives out here Spike, do you think she survives Everfree by making friends with all the monsters within?" He... never really thought about that actually. Zecora was as skilled as Twilight when it came to magic as far as Spike could tell. He always assumed she just had ways of protecting herself. "You're way too naive for someone with hobbies like yours. You should know by now that everyone is hiding something."

"What hobbies are you referring to?" Spike asked a little concerned now about not just Damselfly's previous warning about the dangerous things lurking in the woods but the secrets Zecora might be hiding out here as well.

"You know full well. In fact lets see what you've been up to lately." Damselfly said as she nuzzled her face against the back of his head, her hands stroking his chest lightly. Spike wasn't able to hide the audible gasp or the shudder his body made when she caressed him like that. She was doing that thing again, where she looked inside of him to see his memories. In the past he'd been under the influence of her venomous bites when she did this but now in his right mind he couldn't help but feel a little invaded. Her touch made that invasion feel all the more welcoming though and he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

"I-is this n-necessary?" Spike asked shakily.

"Well I can't trust you to tell the truth, can I?" He didn't lie! Well... he never lied to Damselfly anyway. All he ever did was hide a few things from Twilight. And Rarity. Sweetie Belle too. Pretty much everyone he knew... "See Spike, we all have things to hide." She leaned into him more as she started to speak. "Oh. It looks like you and that girl with the voice you like so much had something. Am I right?" She would find out about last night wouldn't she?

"Nothing really happened." Spike said though even without her powers it was obvious he wasn't being truthful. "We... we kissed is all."

"Oh, is that all?" Damselfly said taking on a mock curious tone. "Just kissing?"

"And... we sort of..."

"Fucked?" Damselfly offered.

"No! No we... we didn't take our underwear off and she... she didn't want to in the end anyway." She stayed near him silently for a while longer before letting out a breath.

"Spike you naughty Fire-Breather, what did I tell you about being a monster?"

"We didn't go through with it. I promise." Spike didn't know why he was trying to justify this to her. It wasn't like she was going to be telling anyone but still he didn't want her to think of him that way. That he was the monster that she'd warned him that he could become. "I almost did... I really almost did and I wanted to but before it could happen she... she started crying and I just couldn't do it. I promise." Her hands were no longer over his heart, instead they were around his waist now it what might have been a hug. He wasn't sure himself but he decided to welcome it as such anyway. "I don't ever want to be like that again. I promise you."

"What's a promise worth to someone like me? I'm not even human." She said softly.

"Neither am I." Spike offered and brought his hands up, resting them over hers. "I don't want to hurt anyone. Not Sweetie Belle, not Rarity, not Twilight. Not you. I want everyone to be okay." He squeezed her hands lightly and he felt her shudder, as if the act of comfort was alien to her.

"We don't always get what we want Spike. Sooner or later what you are... it catches up to you. No matter how far or how long you run." That... wasn't about him. Was she talking about herself? This was the first time she'd ever hinted anything to him about who she was outside of her confession she'd been part of the attack on the castle. But even then it didn't tell him much and shamefully he realized he'd never bothered to ask.

"Damselfly, who are you?" Her arms were hugging him a little tighter now. "I know you're a changeling but you don't look exactly like any other changeling I've ever seen. If I didn't know better I'd say you look a lot like Chrys-"

"Shut up!" She squeezed him very tight to stop those words in his throat. "No more. Not another word, you hear me?"

"I... I didn't mean to..."

"I said shut up." Her voice tone was angry, it reminded him of the last time she scolded him but this was different. There was something new in her voice when she spoke now; fear. "I'm a monster, one of many in this forest. Take your stupid fruit to your stupid witch and tell all your little stupid friends to stay out of this forest if they care at all about their stupid little lives."

"Alright..." Spike said quietly, not understanding just what it was that he'd done to make her so angry but knew not to press it further. "I'm sorry if I upset you, I didn't mean to."

"Whatever. Next time you get horny go find a tree to jack off behind instead of using one of your friends or coming out here looking for me. I don't want to look at your stupid face anymore."

"D-Damselfly I wouldn't..." He would. He had before, plenty of times now with all of them. But he didn't want to be the kind of person that did that sort of thing anymore. "Fine. I won't be a 'monster' again. I'll treat you, treat everyone with more respect from now on."

"I don't care." Damselfly said sharply.

"I do." Spike responded.

"You shouldn't, I don't give a damn about you. You're just food, I don't care about you in the slightest" It was hard to tell when she said these things to keep him out of trouble or if she meant them. Her words stung but he responded to her honestly.

"I care about you." Spike confessed.

"Well then stop!" She let go of his waist and pushed the boy hard, causing him to tumble forward and smack into the grassy floor of the woods. Spike stumbled up to one knee and turned to face the changeling but it was too late. Damselfly was already gone without a trace. As if she'd never been there before.

Spike got to his feet and looked around but wasn't able to find a trace of her. He hadn't expected to see her again but even after the things they'd done to each other, even the really bad things they'd done to each other, Spike still cared about her. He didn't think she was evil like the other changelings he'd seen before. Then again she wasn't like any other changeling he'd seen before except for one. The eyes, the hair, the way that she spoke. No other changeling during the invasion on the castle looked in any way like her except for one and apparently Damselfly was as fond of Chrysalis as the rest of them were.

"Take care of yourself." Spike said quietly as he walked back towards Zecora's hut. He was looking forward to getting this special medicine made and heading back home. After turning down Rarity's enticing offer this morning and having Damselfly cuddle up on his back he was feeling more than a little heated up. If he could get through the day without coming face to face with any other temptations then maybe he'd be able to sleep comfortably tonight.

An entire day later, well into the evening Spike found himself in the master bathroom of the library. Cleaning his hands of the ointment he'd just applied to Twilight's injuries at her request. He was taking long, deep breaths as the water ran the substance off his palms. Trying to focus on anything but what he'd just gotten an eyeful of. His efforts were failing rather spectacularly. If he'd known today would have turned out like this he would have made a little time for Rarity earlier when she'd asked him to stay.

As if that wasn't enough, the most beautiful woman he'd ever known outright asking him to share her bed. Deeming him worthy of being with her intimately in her own home. All the times before they'd done it as some sort of treatment for his wild reactions or to help them bond but today it was just because she wanted him. And he walked out on that. "Such an idiot." Spike said to himself.

But the fun didn't stop there. Damselfly teasing him with her nuzzling that was capable of disarming a grown man, Sweetie Belle literally throwing herself at him and nearly getting him off right there on Applejack's farm (she would have KILLED him had they been caught) and then ending the night rubbing what amounted to massage oil over Twilight's perfect figure. Spike was pretty sure after all of that he could have broken concrete with the hard on he had right now.

Walking away from Twilight being exposed like that was hard! Not that it mattered, even if Spike had wanted to do something with her (which he shouldn't because they totally agreed to that and he loves Twilight and isn't going to disrespect her either) he thankfully couldn't. With her injuries any sort of movement like that would probably have been painful for her. Just knowing she was out there though was turning him on after all that, he had to do something about this problem.

Actually, why couldn't he do something about this problem? Damselfly gave the simplest solution in the world to him earlier that day. It wasn't the back of a tree but he figured a private bathroom would do the trick just fine if not better.

It was kind of odd to think about but really Spike hadn't pleasured himself very much at all. Once he'd figured out how to do it and Twilight caught him the one time in the process she began to "help" him with it herself. After that he didn't ever have to do it for himself so he didn't think about it. But now it was time to take matters into his own hands! "Ugh, that sounded stupid even in my head."

A little assistance with the process couldn't hurt through.

Going into the used clothes hamper Spike found a pair of Twilight's white panties within. He pulled them out and held them in his hand, looking them over and remembering the last time he took these off of her and the two of them made love together. They felt soft against his skin and looked large enough to take care of the task he was considering. But... was this okay? It wasn't like these belonged to Rarity or even Sweetie Belle, this was the woman he lived with. Loved like a sister, even if right now all he could think about was how she looked during... don't think about that. Was it okay to do this with something that belonged to her, thinking about her?

Maybe not, so he thought of something else instead. Spike thought of the soft feeling of Rarity's ample breasts when she hugged him this morning, tempting him with those beautiful eyes. That was enough to convince him to go through with this as he removed his boxers and kicked them away from his feet. Taking a hold of the soft panties Spike gripped them around his hard cock and and stroked softly. It felt really good, the soft material sliding along him smoothly as his hand began to find a comfortable pace.

He hadn't seen her that day but he had felt Damselfly against his back. Her soft fingers touching his chest, her body squeezing against his own and her shapely breasts pressing against him from behind. Or the feeling of Sweetie Belle in front of him, pushing against him. Kissing him, moaning out in that cute voice.

Spike was taking deep, sharp breaths now as his hand stroked the soft fabric against himself. The sensation made him remember the feeling of Sweetie's panties when she encouraged him to grip onto her ass. That pressure, that desire pushed him harder as his hand speed up even more. He was coming closer to finally relieving all of this stress from today. All thanks to Twilight's panties and her soft, naked and supple skin. With her exposed breasts and beautiful eyes and- "Nnngh."

Spike hit his climax and slowed down, giving himself hard and slow strokes as he unloaded himself into Twilight's panties. When he felt he'd finally satisfied himself he pulled the panties off, keeping pressure on them to hold onto his load from that little session. He felt so much better.

Turning to the sink Spike lazily walked over and made sure to wash of Twilight's panties. If Spike had left them bunched up with his little present inside he didn't know how she would have reacted. Sure things were more "open" between them now but he wasn't eager to have the conversation of why he was using her panties to jack off in the middle of the night. Once they were as clean as he was going to get them Spike tossed them back in the hamper and buried them under some other clothes. Cleaning himself up Spike pulled his boxers back up and observed himself in the mirror; he was spent looking.

Turning off the light Spike trudged out of the bathroom feeling a lot less stress than when he had went in. He made his was to his bed and plopped down into it, that last release helping him realized just how tired he was after last night and all of today. "Good night Twilight. Sweet dreams." She didn't respond and Spike figured she must have passed out. Just as well, he was well on his way there too. Finally everyone could go to sleep satisfied.

In the dark of the quiet night there was still yet one person who hadn't received the satisfaction she desired. While the one she was thinking of had relieved himself of his stress earlier in some stolen undergarments she was still left in her bed unsatisfied from today's events. So it was that she found herself laying there exposed, nude and her legs apart. As soon as she was sure no sound she made would be heard her fingers had gone to work. Rubbing herself softly between her legs and slowly becoming coated with her excitement.

Spike was so mean. Leaving her unsatisfied. Maybe he had a good reason not to follow through with it today and maybe she did as well, even if she would have liked to ignore that reason. It didn't help relieve her of the frustration she felt in this moment as her hands tried to bring her satisfaction. Her right hand teasing her pussy lips and rubbing at her entrance. Her other hand stroking her breast and teasing her stiff nipple.

She leaned her head back and arched her spine, her legs spreading farther as her fingers explored her pussy. It felt good, she wanted to feel even better. She wanted what she felt earlier today, to have that need satisfied and was groaning louder as she tried to fulfill those desires. She licked the fingers at her breast and traded hands in their task, her fingers rubbing herself in small circles to try and stimulate herself.

As her breath became faster she focused her attention on bringing herself to climax with her fingers. Why couldn't Spike be doing this for her? That's what she wanted it, she didn't care about the problems between them she just wanted to have that feeling satisfied. Feeling herself build up she panted harder, groaning deep and clutching her pillow tight in her fist. So close. So close! So close...

Nothing. Nothing at all. Despite every way she touched herself she couldn't bring herself over the edge. Angry over yet another failure to enjoy herself she complained out loud in a high pitched voice. "What is wrong with me!?"

Sweetie Belle pulled her hand up from between her legs and laid on her bed, staring up at the ceiling in frustration. No matter what she did, what position she tried, what she fantasized about she just couldn't have an orgasm. It was enough to make her cry. Ever since she found out about being able to do "that" to make yourself feel better she had been trying to it herself. While the build up was there, she became plenty wet and certainly enjoyed touching herself she just couldn't ever seem to have the kind of orgasm that she'd heard and read about. Wasn't it supposed to be great or something? The kind of thing that left you feeling wonderful about yourself? After every time she tried it she just felt more tense than before.

Except for that one time with Spike.

Sweetie sighed and rolled over onto her side, using her magic to pull up her blanket over herself. That night with Spike at the party he had done something to her, made her feel a way she hadn't before. It was intense and powerful and even a little bit scary. Scratch that, it was scary. Enough that she couldn't handle it and ended up running off like a scared girl. Spike said she shouldn't feel bad but she didn't feel good about it either.

Today in the orchard she'd felt it too, when she and Spike were together. Something about being with him, without even taking their clothes off got her closer than anything else ever had before. She didn't know what his secret was but she was yearning for that kind of feeling to satisfy her. But... she didn't want to be a slut.

Spike said he wouldn't do stuff like that anymore with her out of respect. She didn't know if he meant that or if he was just trying to get away from her. Maybe it was disrespectful of her to think he should do it just because she wanted to. It was all too confusing and embarrassing and even though she'd like to have someone help her with this she couldn't talk to anybody about him because wasn't sure what their relationship was. Did he love her? Did she love him? It was confusing and besides maybe it would look bad if the two of them were caught doing something together. Having rumors start up about her was the last thing she needed.

Maybe someone else could help her. She couldn't be the only girl that felt like this some nights. But who to bring this up to? She couldn't ask Rarity, even if she did love and trust her sister that was just too embarrassing. She was always so focused on behaving like a proper lady anyway she wasn't sure if Rarity would get mad if she brought that up. Talking to her mom about something like that would be just as weird so she scratched that off the list right away. That just left her friends.

Scootaloo had a lot of boys talking to her now it seemed, maybe she could ask her? But if she did Scootaloo might tease her about not knowing anything about that kind of stuff. If Scoots started asking questions about Sweetie and Spike's relationship too she didn't know how to respond with that either. Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara were both older than her so they may know something but she wasn't sure how much she trusted them yet with personal stuff. Dinky probably didn't know the first thing about sex and Ruby Pinch... well she didn't want to be seen talking to Ruby Pinch about things like that.

"Guess that leaves Apple Bloom." Sweetie decided aloud after eliminating everyone else on the list.

Well maybe that wasn't so bad. She could trust Apple Bloom with anything without worry of it getting out to all her other friends. She just hoped the girl had some idea of what to do in a situation like this. The odds weren't very good but she had to try something, it wasn't like she wanted to have to go through her whole life only being able to have an orgasm when she cornered Spike somewhere and forced it out of him. Stalking and trapping someone like prey wasn't a good step towards a healthy relationship.

So a sweaty Sweetie silent slumbered, hoping for better things in the days to come.