It was another day in the land of Spiketopia. Or rather, evening. Spike or as he was known in this land, Garbunkle, was resting at the local watering hole, The Three Gem Tavern. He was relaxing with his trusted companions and drinking a non alcoholic cider. As great a mage as he was, with great facial hair to match, even he couldn’t overcome the greatest spell of all. The legal drinking age. The tavern itself wasn’t anything special, just a large room with tables and booths scattered around and a bartender’s station that took up an entire wall. While the look of the place wasn’t impressive, the drink selection was and that’s what kept the regulars coming back.

“Ahh, nothing beats cider after a day of fighting the forces of evil,” Spike said.

“Eeyup.” Mac nodded, sipping at his mug of Mead.

“Yes, T’was a fine day of slaying foes and looting dungeons,” Eris agreed, downing what she called a Jaeger Bomb with a lit fuse resting in it. Her body expanded when it hit her stomach, and she belched out a ring of smoke.

“Nice one,” Spike complimented, grinning.

“That was nothing, you should see what happens when I drink three of them at once,” Eris waved off.

“So...” Spike tapped on his drink. “Now what?”

“Well, after I finish another drink I think it’s best I go,” Eris said. “Fluttershy and I have plans with Tree Hugger to go and protest some company from building on a Buffalo burial ground.”

Spike moved to speak before something hit him. “Should you be drinking? I mean you are, you know.” He gestured at her stomach.

“You might have a point, if I wasn’t the spirit of chaos,” Eris said with a cheeky smile as she stole an olive from a random stallion’s martini. “I’ve got a spell set up that prevents any alcohol from reaching the baby. So I can drink, and they don’t wind up with any complications.”

“Do you know what it's going to be?”

“Seeing as the baby will be part draconequus, gender will be a matter of how they feel that day.” Eris shrugged. “The only reason I’m male most of the time is because I wanted to stand out amongst ponies who are mostly female.”

Mac chuckled, finishing up his drink. “Ah should head out too.”

“Aww, does that mean the game’s over already?” Spike pouted and drooped slightly. “I kinda don’t wanna head home yet. Things are a bit awkward there seeing as I caught Twilight with Garble a couple nights ago when I was looking for a snack.”

“Caught them doing what?” Eris grinned, leaning in closer.

“Ugh, she was bent over the counter while Garble was…” Spike shuddered. “Yeah, I’d really rather not go into further detail about my surrogate sister’s sex life. Especially since she’s dating someone who used to bully me.”

“Ya are the two of ya gettin’ on?” Mac asked.

“He’s apologized and I told him I accepted, but I’m still finding it hard to trust him,” Spike replied. “But what can I do? Twilight’s a grown mare and princess. I don’t have any say who she can and can’t date. All I can do is learn to live with the guy or be the shoulder for her to cry on if things don’t work out.”

“How very mature of you.” Eris ruffled his spines. “How about this, Mac and I will head out, and you can stay as long as you want?”

“Thanks Di-Eris,” Spike said with a smile. “I’m sure I can find something to do here alone. Maybe find a lost item for a villager with my high perception?”

“When you want to leave, just say my name three times really fast okay?”

“You got it, and thanks again,” Spike replied with a grin as they left the game world. He tapped his chin, wondering what to do next. “Alright, so what’s something I can do in the game on my own?” He continued to tap his chin and concentrated. “Guess I’ll just start talking to the NPC’s and see what they have to offer.” He got off his barstool and started wandering around the tavern to find any interesting NPC’s.

In the corner sat a lone armored figure, quietly drinking from a mug. Spike decided to take a chance stopped in front of the figure.

“Greetings, do you mind if I join you, stranger?” Spike asked in his best mystical voice.

“Pull up a chair.” The mare nodded. He did so and called for another cider.

“So, judging from your armor you are a great warrior?” Spike asked in an attempt to break the ice.

“You could say that,” she laughed, leaning back in her chair.

“I am Garbunkle, a pleasure to meet you Miss..?” Spike asked.

“You may call me Dawn Breaker.”

“That is quite the name,” Spike said with a nod and stroked his beard. “Why not tell me more about the mare attached to it?”

“Certainly, what would you like to know?” She asked, pulling her helmet off, letting her mane fall out. Spike had to keep himself from choking on his cider, Dawn Breaker’s beauty catching him off guard as she smiled at him.

“Um… what is your quest?” he managed to ask.

“Alas, I have no higher calling.” She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I am merely a wanderer.”

“Well, my companions have left me to pursue other goals, so perhaps we could wander together for a time?” Spike asked, taking a sip of his cider as nonchalantly as he could.

“You seem trustworthy enough.” She looked him over, rubbing her chin.

“I assure you Miss Breaker, you will not find a more trustworthy mage in all the land,” he said with a grin.

“Then let us make haste.” She stood up, putting her helmet back on Spike quickly sprang up and clutched his staff.

‘It’s a shame she put that helmet back on,’ he thought as they left the tavern side by side.

Dawn made her way out of town, trudging through the forest. He stuck to her side, using his staff to create a soft light to fend off the evening darkness.

“We should set up camp.” She came to a stop, looking around.

“Sounds like a good idea to me,” he said, pulling out his supplies from his backpack. “I’ll start a small fire to help fight off the evening chill.” He quickly gathered wood and rocks and set up a small fire circle. He then blew a small stream of fire onto the firewood to get it started. “One fire, as promised, my good lady.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, removing her helmet. She turned, slowly working her armor off. Spike couldn’t help but stare as she peeled the heavy armor off to reveal her full figure. He gulped, turning his head so she wouldn’t catch him ogling her. But he continued to do so from the corner of his eye. Dawn had rounded breasts that seemed to be the perfect size to fit in a stallion’s hand and squeeze. The clothes beneath her armor were thin and the top cut off to reveal her flat and toned stomach. Her hips had a generous flare to them. He had to imagine the way she swayed as she walked. And last but certainly not least was the svelte muscles of her legs and ass. Her coat was a rich blue while her mane and eyes were a soft green.

“Something wrong?” She asked, turning to look at him.

“N-no,” he stammered before clearing his throat. “I was just uh… looking for some soft ground to put up my tent on.”

She smirked, placing her hands on her hips. “I see... my form entices you doesn't it?” Spike gulped, knowing he had been caught.

“I cannot lie, you are quite the beautiful mare. Perhaps one of the most enchanting I’ve ever seen. Forgive me for my wandering eye, I did not intend to be rude.”

“It's quite alright, you're rather pleasing to the eyes as well.” She smiled, sitting by the fire. He returned her smile and sat next to her.

“It’s been quite some time since I’ve received praise like that,” he said with a weak chuckle.

“The beard could use some work.” She smirked, reaching over and running her hands through it.

“And what’s wrong with my beard?” Spike asked, looking into her eyes.

“I think you’d look better without it.” Spike had to stop and weigh his options very carefully. Did he keep the beard that he had so lovingly made for his character, or lose it for the sake of the pretty mare’s favor? After a long pause, he pointed his staff at his face and zapped the beard away, leaving his face as smooth as the day he was born.“Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that.” She raised her eyebrow.

“Well, I wanted to see if you were right,” he said, smiling at her. “And growing it back is just a matter of time.”

She reached over, tracing her fingers over his chin. “I think I could learn to appreciate such a beard.” He shivered slightly, her touch sending a tingle down his spine.

“I could be persuaded to keep it off if you like,” he told her. “Eating soup with it was a nightmare anyway.”

“I can imagine.” She pulled away, looking into the fire. Spike tried to not let his disappointment show at the loss of her gentle touch as he stared into the fire with her. “Hmm...” she rubbed her arms. “Is it still chilly out?”

“I suppose the fire can only do so much,” Spike said, standing up. “I will set up the tent.” He went about the task and in a matter of minutes the two man tent was standing proudly.

“Thank you.” She smiled, making his heart flutter.

“There is no need for that, it is my philosophy to always help a lady,” he replied and rubbed the back of his head. “Even if that lady is a capable warrior.” She giggled, leaning over and kissing his cheek. Spike’s face broke out into a deep blush. Sure, he had been kissed on the cheek before by mares, but that was always done as a friendly gesture. There was something else behind the kiss that Dawn had given him.

“Tell me my friend, have you ever been with a mare?” Spike bit his lip and turned his head away from her.

“No,” he admitted. “For some time I chased after one mare in particular. I made a fool of myself countless times to try and win her over even though I knew she only saw me as a friend.” He rubbed the back of his head again. “Not very impressive for a, “hero of the land” huh?”

“Love is hard you know.” She smiled, starting to pull her shirt off. Spike's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull and he felt a stirring in his loins as her light blue nipples hardened in the night air.

‘Should I actually do this? I mean, she’s an NPC. Sure she’s life-like, but she’s not real.’ He continued to mull it over. ‘Maybe this can be practice for when I find a real mare I’m interested in?’

“Dawn, are you sure about this?” Spike asked. “I mean, we just met.”

“Aw, is the great wizard nervous?” She teased, reaching over and removing his hat.

“Yeah, no sense in hiding that,” he replied with a slow nod. “I don’t know if I’ll be good for you seeing as I have no experience.”

“You'll do fine,” she assured him, slowly disrobing him. Spike started sweating and he hesitantly reached out to help her take off her shorts. She shimmied her hips, wriggling out of the offending article of clothing. The sight of her fully nude body took his breath away as the firelight danced along it.

“I think I have to take back what I said before. You aren’t one of the most enchanting mare’s I’ve seen. No, you’re the most beautiful one I will ever see.”

“Aren't you sweet?” She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a kiss. Spike’s eyes widened as he tried to match her motions. After a while, he relaxed into the kiss and closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of her soft lips against the thin scales of his. “You’re a pretty good kisser.” She pulled away, taking in a breath.

“So are you,” he breathed.

She moved her hands down, tugging at his shorts. “Looks like your friend is ready.”

“I just had a beautiful mare disrobe in front of me and kiss me,” Spike retorted with a small smile. “I’d be worried if he wasn’t ready by now.” She kneeled down, tugging them off. His full length sprang free, nearly hitting the kneeling mare in the face.

“You're a big one.” She winked at him, wrapping her hand around it. Spike groaned, enjoying the feeling of her hand against the sensitive flesh.

“I’ve had a growth spurt recently,” he said. This was true. Thanks to Twilight’s research with Garble, he had a small hoard in his room and had grown a considerable bit. He wasn’t quite the size of a full grown stallion yet, but he was getting there.

She leaned in, giving it a nice long lick. Spike groaned again, fighting to keep his hands at his side. She took the head into her mouth, sucking on it. He clenched his claws and moaned, all the tension and apprehensiveness melting away. She took more of it into her mouth, rubbing along his length.

“Ohh, Dawn,” Spike groaned, his leg twitching slightly. “You’re really good at this.” she winked again, deep throating him. This caused a switch to be flipped on in his brain and he grabbed the sides of her head as his the slits in his green eyes sharpened. “Oh, so you want all of it, huh?” he taunted, his demeanor changing. “Then take it.” He started moving her head up and down his length, controlling the pace.

She moaned, relinquishing control to him, giving his balls a squeeze. Spike groaned and smirked down at her as he continued to use her like a sex toy.

“Seems as though you like it when I use you like this,” he noted, moving her head even faster. She winked at him, reaching around and squeezing the base of his tail. He moaned loudly, the sensitive spot taking him off guard. “Oh yeah, keep that up and I won’t last much longer.” She obliged, squeezing and rubbing away, running her tongue over his length. All of that, and the seductive look she was shooting him with her eyes was all it took to send Spike over the edge. He hilted his length into her throat and called out her name as he came. She drank it all down, pulling away with a pop. Spike panted a bit, recovering from the intense orgasm as his eyes and posture returned to normal.

“You aren’t done yet are you?” She asked, wiping her mouth off, “A big, strong dragon like you surely can't be.” She gave him a pout, trying to draw his previous behavior back out.

“Of course not,” he assured her. “I haven’t made you feel good yet. We can’t have you unsatisfied, can we?”

“Think you can handle me?” She taunted, giving him a lustful look. “You are a virgin after all.”

“We’ll have to find out,” he said as he hauled her up by the shoulders and gave her a passionate kiss. She kissed him back, pushing her breasts into his chest. He relished the feeling, moving a claw down to stroke at her lower lips. He noted how wet she was as he pinched her clit.

She let out a long moan, his claws becoming slick with her juices. He slipped the claw inside her as his length hardened again between them. She kissed his neck, bucking her hips a little. She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. He met her gaze, looking into her green orbs with a look he couldn’t put into exact words.

“You're doing pretty good...” she moaned, “But I think you can do better.”

“Think I should try something a bit bigger than the claw?” he asked, slipping a second digit inside her.

She shuddered, her knees shaking. “Come on, you're a big, strong dragon... you shouldn't have to ask.”

“Then get in the tent and on your back,” he said, trying to tap into what had happened earlier. “We’ll continue this there. For the rest of the night.” He punctuated the statement by nipping at her ear.

“Ooh...” she giggled, pulling away. She winked over her shoulder, sashaying into the the tent. She laid down, posing for him. He didn’t hesitate, following her into the tent and positioning himself over her. He grabbed his member, lining it up with her folds. He then plunged his tip in, his eyes widening from the foreign and pleasurable sensation. She reached up, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer. “Faust you’re big...”

Spike didn’t hear her, not really. All that passed from his lips was, “Spike, want,” in a mutter. His arms then grabbed her shoulders as he thrusted himself into her velvet insides. She smiled, reaching up and gently rubbing the spots where his wings would be. A low rumble came from his chest in appreciation for the attention. He then leaned his head down and bit her neck. Not hard enough to make her bleed, but enough to leave a mark to claim her as his own.

“Oh yes!” She praised, increasing her rubbing. She bucked back against him, feeling little nubs growing under her hands. The low rumbling from Spike grew louder as he roughly grabbed her breasts and toyed with them while he pistoned his hips into the mare beneath him.

“Y-you're doing a great job Spike...” she moaned out, gently stroking the nubs, encouraging them to grow. If Spike’s mind weren’t clouded by lust filled greed, he might have caught the use of his real name. As it was he just let his long tongue snake out and coiled it around one of her nipples to lewdly slurp and tug on the nub of flesh. She moaned, biting her lip. The nubs grew out, looking more like crooked sticks.

“That's right...” she muttered shakily into his ear, “I'm all yours... use me how you see fit...” This spurred Spike on as the rumbling deepened. He pulled her nipple into his mouth while he jackhammered his length into her folds as fast as he could. Then, his tail curled around beneath her, the spaded tip teasing her other hole.

“Oh Faust.” She shuddered, squeezing the sticks growing out of his back. They grew again, looking like misshapen fingers. He looked up at her as he nipped and sucked at her nipple. There was a fire in his eyes as he plunged into her velvety depths and his tail teased her ass.

“Almost there...” she whispered, watching the growths take shape into a majestic pair of wings. Spike let out a roar, Dawn’s clamping walls coaxing jets of seed from his length that shot deep into her womb. She let out a cry, cumming hard. She blushed brightly, her stomach bloating out. Smoke poured out of Spike’s nostrils as his mind slowly returned to him.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back to my hand after that,” he panted out as he rolled over to lay beside her.

“Luckily, you won't have to, Spike.” She smiled, cuddling with him. This time he caught the use of his real name and looked at her with an incredulous eye as he wrapped his arms around her.

“And why are you calling me Spike?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

She smirked, “Because that's what Twilight named you.”

“Who are you?” he asked, his eyes widening.

“It's me Spike, Starlight Glimmer.” Spike’s mind came to a screeching halt at the sound of that name.

“So… I just lost my virginity to one of my closest friends?” Spike asked, his voice bereft of tone.

“It's alright, Spike.” She leaned in, kissing his lips. He returned it, his claw caressing her cheek.

“I have to ask,” he said as he pulled away. “Why did you want to do this with me?”

“Well, it was actually Twilight and Garble’s idea, and before you jump to conclusions, let me explain okay?” He nodded, his depressing train of thought screeching to a halt before it could leave the station.

“We all know about you and Rarity, Spike.” She looked into his eyes. “It wasn’t healthy. Plus, according to Garble, it’s been stunting your growth.”

“So… you really do have feelings for me?” Spike asked carefully.

“Yes, Spike I do.” She leaned in, nuzzling him. He smiled and returned the gesture.

“Thank you for this, Starlight. But just for your and Twilight’s information, I was ready to move on from Rarity. The wedding invitation kinda cemented that for me.”

“That's not what we meant.” She shook her head.

“Then what did you mean?” Spike asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“Spike, you should have grown your wings three years ago.”

“Huh… guess that is pretty stunted,” he said. “But you said that my obsession over Rarity was causing it. So wouldn’t moving on and looking for another mare help?”

“Because you’re looking at it like a pony.”

“I don’t follow.” Spike scratched the side of his head.

“Spike, dragons don't date. They start relationships with fights.”

“But we didn’t fight and I still grew my wings,” he commented, his wings twitching on his back.

“That's because I submitted to your dominance.” She reached out, rubbing a wing. A dopey smile spread across his face as he leaned into her touch.

“Whoa, that feels nice,” he said, his tail wagging a bit.

“You've been suppressing that part of yourself, that part that wants to be aggressive, dominant.” She moved her hand down, rubbing the base.

“Well, I guess I was right to not like those etiquette lessons back in Canterlot,” Spike retorted with a chuckle, running his hands along her back.

She smiled back, snuggling in closer. “You’re amazing Spike...”

“You’re pretty incredible yourself, Starlight.” He looked her over. “Though I think I’d prefer to be cuddling the real you.”

“Let's go home then.” She nodded.

“Think you’d wanna join our game sessions from now on?” Spike asked. “We could try a different kind of roleplay when Mac and Eris/Discord leave,” he concluded with a smirk.

“Oh?” She smirked. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe the rampaging dragon gets the better of the noble warrior trying to save the scared village?” he said, his smirk growing.

“Oh that's a fun idea.” She smiled. “I can't wait.”

“Though I know what we should do first,” he said an evil grin on his face. “See, I’m sure Twilight told you about how I caught her and Garble in the kitchen.” Starlight nodded. “How would you like to help me get her and him back for that? I’m thinking something involving the library.”

“Deal.” She grinned.

“Heh, I think we finally found a way for you to get back at Twilight for the village incident,” Spike said as he stood up and helped Starlight to her hooves. “Her occasionally finding us having intense sex sessions.”

“It’s gonna be so much fun” she giggled.

Eventually, the game world faded around them and the two walked arm and arm back to the castle. Once they were outside his room, Spike pulled Starlight into a deep kiss and the two stumbled to his bed, narrowly avoiding his small hoard that sat close to it.

“I ever tell you I love the feeling of your scales?” She asked, looking up at him.

“No,” he said with a smile, caressing her cheek. “Have I ever told you that your smile is adorable?”

“I don't believe you have.”

“Guess I’ll have to do that more often.” He chuckled and pulled her blouse over her head. He then removed the dark purple bra she was wearing and started kneading her breasts.

“Ooh that feels good...” she moaned, working on unbuckling his pants.

“Only the best for the mare who gave me my wings,” he said, smiling and tugging on her erect nipples. “Especially when she looks even better than Dawn Breaker.”

“Mmm... I like it when you’re rough.” She arched her back, working his pants off. He smirked and twisted her nipples, causing her to gasp.

“So the big bad former villain likes having a dragon treat her like a toy?” Spike asked, twisting her nipples a bit harder.

“Yes!” She cried, squirming around.

“Good,” he said, letting her nipples go. “Then tell me who owns you and plays with you like the toy you are.”

“Y-you are...” she muttered out, panting.

“What was that?” Spike asked with a smirk as he held a hand to his ear frills. “I didn’t catch that.”

“You are!” She shouted with a blush.

“That’s right,” he said, pulling her black skirt and panties down in one motion. “Such obedience deserves to be rewarded. So, what does my favorite toy want?”

“Whatever you think I deserve...”, she muttered, looking into his eyes.

“I asked you a question and I wanted an honest answer,” Spike said with a frown and forcing Starlight onto her hands and knees. He swatted her right on the cutie mark, turning the light purple fur red.

She yelped, but didn't complain.

“Well?” he questioned, swatting the other cutie mark. “I’m waiting for your answer, toy.”

“I-I want you to use me master, make me into your broodmare.” Spike grinned and his wings twitched at hearing that.

“Mmm, now that does sound like fun. Your stomach swelling with foals, your breasts filling up with milk that I can drink from you while I pump even more of my seed into you. Does that sound like everything you want? To fill Equestria with a horde of our foals?”

“Yes master.” She nodded, looking back at him. He grinned and gripped her by the cutie marks his claws sinking into the tender flesh as he pulled her to line her folds up with his erection. He coated his tip in her arousal, teasing her before making the plunge into her velvet inner walls.

She let out a long moan, bucking her hips back against him.

“That’s right, toy, please your owner so your dream of being a broodmare comes true,” Spike cooed, draping himself over her back to whisper into her ear. He started to thrust into her, her ass shaking from the contact of his his hips slamming into her.

“So big...” she moaned, her breasts swaying from their movement.

“And it’s all for my perfect toy,” he whispered, his hands leaving her ass and going to her breasts. He started kneading and playing with her nipples, each hand doing a separate motion.

“Oh master...” she moaned, her tongue lolling out if her mouth. Spike smirked and moved down to her neck, nipping and licking at it while he thrusted into her. He moved his tail up, teasing her other hole again. “So good...” Spike grunted and picked up the pace even further, his hips moving in a blur as her arousal dripped onto the bed. “Yes!” She threw her head back, moving her hips back against his. This made Spike shudder as he felt his orgasm approaching. He pulled off her neck.

“Say the name of your owner, the one who will fill you full of seed whenever he feels like it,” Spike commanded, twisting both of her nipples. “And say it loudly and proudly.”

“Spike!” She screamed, clamping down around him. He roared again, throwing his head back and a stream of flames coming from his mouth as he came into her, her stomach bloating even further than last time. She collapsed onto the bed, moaning quietly. Spike collapsed as well, pulling her against his chest and holding her in a tender embrace. Then his wings wrapped around the two of them in a makeshift blanket.

“So, were you serious about wanting foals with me, or was that something to stoke the fire of my dominance?” he asked with a tired smile.

“A little of both.” she smiled, kissing his cheek.

“And there’s that adorable smile,” he said, kissing her back. “I would’ve never fallen for Rarity if I had met you first.”

“Thanks, Spike...” she smiled, looking into his eyes.

“I’m just speaking my mind,” Spike told her, giving her a gentle squeeze. “You’re a beautiful mare, Starlight. And you’ve been a good friend for a while now. Plus, the fact that you’re a former villain that gave Twilight a run for her money in terms of magical strength kinda adds to your sexiness.”

“Thanks.” She giggled, nuzzling his cheek.

“Goodnight, Starlight,” Spike said, resting his head against her shoulder. “I…” He paused, not sure if he should say what he was about to say. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Spike..” she smiled, kissing his nose. All the nervousness melted from Spike and his tail wagged a bit as he held her close. She giggled at him, snuggling into his chest. Spike started to chuckle a little.

“Ya know, for a while there, I thought you were more interested in that Sunburst guy than me.”

“Him?” She chuckled. “We’re just friends, Spike.”

“So were we before you started stripping in front of me,” Spike retorted, still chuckling.

“Is that a complaint?” She asked, raising her eyebrow.

“No way,” he replied and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I’d give up my wings to keep you in my arms.”

“Good.” She snuggled up, yawning. He snuggled into her fur, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. She kissed his head before doing the same.

Twilight hummed a tune to herself as she walked through the halls of the castle toward the library. Things had greatly improved since Spike had grown his wings and started dating Starlight. He even seemed to be getting along better with Garble. Though, speaking of Spike and Starlight, she hadn’t seen either of them the entire day yet.

Garble followed behind her, actually looking forward to their reading lesson.

“Hmm, do you think Starlight and Spike snuck out to go on a date when neither of us was looking?” Twilight asked, looking over her shoulder at Garble while she walked.

“I dunno.” He shrugged a little.

“What witty commentary.” Twilight giggled and rolled her eyes. “Let’s hope you’ve got some more insight during our lesson. After all, you’ll get a special reward if you do a good job.” She winked at him and added some extra sway to her hips.

“I'll make sure to do a good job.” He smiled, licking his lips.

“I know you will.” She returned his smile and opened the door of the library. “Now let’s st-...” She paused, her eye twitching and her jaw hitting the floor.

“Oh...hi Twilight...” Starlight moaned, being bent over a table

“Did I give you permission to speak, toy?” Spike growled, spanking her hard as he thrusted into her.

“Sorry, Master.” She clamped her mouth shut. Twilight continued to gape as she started to close the door to the library.

“Change of plans, we’re going to have our lesson in Canterlot today,” Twilight said, her eye still twitching. Garble grinned, giving them a thumbs up. Once the two were gone, Spike and Starlight started laughing uncontrollably.

“D-did you see the look on her face?” Spike asked between snorts.

“It was priceless!” she laughed, leaning on the table.

“We are so doing that to her more.” Spike chuckled. “At least until it stops being funny.”

“Damn right we are.”He smiled, draped himself over her back and tilted her head back to kiss her deeply as he resumed his thrusting.

“I love you so much right now,” he said.

“I love you more.”

“And here I thought you’d love me equally,” Spike said with a cheeky grin. She swatted his arm, chortling. “Sorry.” He snickered and kissed her cheek. “Couldn’t resist.”

“What should we do now?”

“Want me to take you flying?” Spike asked. “You seem to like watching the scenery go by as I hold you in my arms.”

“ I'd like that a lot, Spike.“ she smiled, hugging him. He smiled back, hefting her up bridal style.

“Then let’s get your flying clothes and goggles on,” he said as he carried her out of the library. “Ooh, another way we could mess with Twilight is to have a foal before her and Garble.”

“Think you're ready for that?” She asked, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I’ve basically been taking care of Twilight for years,” Spike offered. “Plus, I think you’ll be a great mom.”

“Then let's do it.” She beamed, pulling him into a kiss. He returned it happily as he continued down the castle halls. She closed her eyes, listening to his heart.