The young boy stared at the door for minutes after she had left, the fake smile he had plastered on his face not yet beginning to crack.

Sighing heavily, he forced his feet to move himself back to the kitchen, where he dumped Twilight’s half-eaten meal in the trash and picked up the broom by its worn handle. He pocketed the gem that had once again been his birthday present to himself, mentally noting to go to Rarity’s later on in the day to place an order for Twilight’s rapidly diminishing wardrobe; to be fair, going out on missions for the Princess could be life-threatening at times.

He stared listlessly at the floor, his mind blank as he went through the motions.

After all, thirteen years old was just another number, wasn’t it?

Spike stirred from his rest as he felt something—rather, someone—brush against his side. He looked over blearily to find a familiar face with blue and pink hair looking back at him. A lovely, satisfied smile was on her face.

“Morning.”

Ugh…use your words, Spike. “Morning, Bonbon. You…sleep well?”

She sighed as she draped her leg over his bare waist. “Like a baby. I’m just afraid Lyra still might be upset about not getting another turn.”

Struggling to think through the mixed haze of lust and sleepiness, Spike dumbly noted the morning wood that had made its presence known. “Oh man, I really overstayed my welcome last night, didn’t I? I should’ve gotten back to my dorm, but—”

Bonbon silenced him with a gentle kiss on the lips, slipping her tongue inside slightly as she pressed down on top of him.

She looked at him, tracing his jawline with adoration as her firm breasts rubbed against his chest. “Don’t ever apologize for last night, Spike.” She rubbed her nose against his cutely. “That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had, and I’m not just saying that.”

She ground her hips against his as she moved down his body, a playful smirk on her face. “You’re always welcome here, Spike. Especially right here.”

His eyes rolled back as she took him into her mouth.

Spike mouthed a shh to Bonbon as they tiptoed out of the bedroom, catching sight of the sleeping teal-haired woman sprawled out on the couch. She was still dressed in her pants and bra from the previous night, lying face down and drowning out the television with her snores.

Bonbon whispered into his ear, “She’s a really deep sleeper, so don’t be afraid to get creative.”

She pinched him on the butt playfully as he stepped lightly over the discarded clothes from last night’s lovemaking.

Spike pulled her pants down gently, taking a long, appreciative stare at her ass. It wasn’t quite as thick as Bonbon’s, but darker in color and made up in firmness what it lacked in size.

She must work out. He bit back a mischievous grin as he prepared to wake up his new friend, positioning his member directly in front of her naked bottom.

He wasted no time, rolling his hips into hers in one fluid motion, biting back a sigh as he sank fully into her.

Lyra awoke with a start, gasping at the sudden sensation of being filled up. She swiveled her head around, eyes widening as she saw Spike thrusting into her from behind.

“W-what are you…” she trailed off as she slowly closed her eyes, humming as she bit into the fabric of the couch.

Spike chuckled boyishly as he leaned in close to her ear, hands still gripped firmly on her ass.

“I still owed you one from last night, so I’m making it up to you.” Every push into her caused a small squeal to escape from her mouth, something Spike found immensely gratifying after her display of power the night before.

She wrapped her bare feet around his waist, moaning as he gripped her by the shoulders. “Why…didn’t you take my clothes off first?”

Spike shrugged, only lately realizing that she couldn’t see him doing it. “I dunno, you just look really sexy wearing pants is all. Makes you look more powerful.”

Lyra hid her blush by putting her face against the couch, her head ramming into the pillow repeatedly. “Thanks…” She moaned as she felt an orgasm building up inside of her, spurred on by Spike’s steady pumping and the weight of him on her back. A few more seconds, and she would—

Spike groaned as he pulled out, not having an orgasm himself, but rather a bored look on his face. He looked around as he stretched, putting his pants back on. “I’m hungry, you guys have anything to eat in here?”

Lyra stared at him incredulously, her face still flushed and ass still raised in the air. “W-what?”

He hovered lazily around the room, scratching his cheek boyishly as Bonbon walked out of the bedroom, fully clothed. “I mean, we could go out and get something, if you don’t. We might even find two hot babes with an apartment and ulterior motives.”

He winked at Lyra, chuckling as she blustered angrily at being denied her chance to finish. “What the hell is wrong with you! Get back over here and finish fucking m—”

She was unable to finish her sentence, before the young man stepped before her, softly pushing her back down to the couch, a finger on her lips.

“Hush.”

Bonbon leant over the counter, grinning crookedly as Lyra glared in frustration at the teasing green-haired boy.

He leant down, straddling her as he pushed Lyra further against the wall as his bare chest pressed against her. Her anger was quickly forgotten as she flushed with excitement.

“Here’s the thing, Lyra.”

Spike brushed a hand through her hair, looking at it distractedly as he spoke to her.

“See, I’m not some little boy who thinks he just got to bed two gorgeous women because they decided they wanted a good time.” He glanced at her with purpose, green eyes lidded as his hand moved down to rub her back slowly. “I came home with you last night because I decided that if I was going to start having sex,” Hers and Bonbon’s eyes widened at this, “then it might as well be with the two of you.”

He had a cocky grin as he slid off of her, snapping off her bra as he went. “Truth is, I’m hot.” Spike pinched her on the cheek as she stared dumbly at him, breasts hanging out as she moved to climb over him. “I know I am, you know I am, and Bonqueesha over here sure knows it.”

“Fa real, shawty.” Bonbon called from the kitchen.

Spike looked at Lyra intently, his eyes measuring her; sweaty with anticipation, angry at the lack of release, and dumb with arousal.

Perfect.

“So tell me, Lyra. Do you want to feel me?” He laughed inwardly at her reaction.

“I can see where this is going…” She gritted her teeth at the repeat of last night’s conversation, only now the one on the losing side.

Spike looked at his nails disinterestedly as he waited for her response. “Well?”

She groaned. “Yes…”

He hugged his chest against hers, feeling his ego fairly satisfied as she gasped and immediately rubbed against his abs. “Do you want to know how firm I am? Do you want to know what I can really do to you?”

She moaned, his mouth now on her neck, tongue massaging her in little circles. “Yes!” She clutched at his shoulders as she tried to grind into him, only for his knee to gently place itself in her stomach, blocking her.

He growled as he clutched at her arms, pinning them to the wall as he pushed her back against the couch, flipping their positions. “Do you want me to take you, right here, again and again? Use you like my toy until you can’t walk because you’re sore? Do you want me to put your footprints on the fucking ceiling?”

She nearly came on the spot at the idea. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Spike smirked, stopping all contact as he rose from the couch.

A quick glance to the kitchen. Bonbon shook her head, cracking up silently as her friend thoroughly tortured her girlfriend. Spike looked back down at Lyra, panting desperately as she spread her legs for him, practically asking him to finish what he started.

A smirk. “Then beg for it.”

Her eyes turned as wide as dinner plates.
“You magnificent bastard."
She got to her knees, grabbing Spike by the legs as she pulled him closer.

“Oh gorgeous and incredibly well-endowed Spike, I come to you as a humble woman of simple needs. Verily I say unto you, I desire the grace of your gifted tongue and the vigor of your enticing girth.” She rolled her eyes as he snorted in laughter, continuing her deadpan speech. “Please, oh sexy one, spoil me with that which I do not deserve and shoot me with your love gun.”

Spike and Bonbon clutched their sides in laughter as Lyra waited for them to stop.

Spike wiped a tear from his eye as he calmed down. “Haha, I guess I’ll have to take that.”

He looked to her with a smirk on his face, caressing her face gently. “Undress me.”

Seconds later, his pants hit Bonbon in the face.

“Suck.” Lyra eagerly took his entire length inside her mouth, with somewhat practiced ease. He groaned as her nose brushed against his balls, before she moved her head back, preparing for another stroke with her tongue. Her head bobbed up and down his sizable manhood, tongue curling around the head and flicking against the flare of his penis.

Spike pulled her back by her hair, something that Lyra secretly found immensely arousing. His dick popped out of her mouth. “Okay, that’s enough for now. On the table.” Lyra immediately obliged him, her breasts pressing into the glass as she sat on her knees, ankles crossed and bottom pointing out.

Bonbon whistled, impressed, as she poured a bowl of cereal. “Damn, son. Not many guys can pull out of a blowjob like that.”

Spike grinned as he too sat on his knees, directly behind Lyra. “They would if they knew what was coming next.” He grabbed Lyra by the hips, licking vigorously at her as she screamed in surprise.

He flicked his tongue across her slit before moving up to wrap his tongue around the small bump of her womanhood. He cherished her moans, knowing they were all for the amazing things he was making her feel.

“Sp-Spike!” She gripped the table as she twitched uncontrollably, pressing even further down into the table as her toes dug into the carpet.

He slapped her ass harshly, feeling pleased as she let out a yelp of surprise.

An idea crossed his mind as Lyra squirmed even more beneath him. His eyes rolled back in a silly grin as he grasped her buttocks and moved his tongue back to her nub.

“LELELELELELELE!”

“AH!” Lyra could help but laugh and moan at the same time. “This isn’t *snort* fucking funny!” She laughed as she came explosively, trembling as Spike climbed over her and kissed her firmly, making sure she tasted herself.

Her legs felt weak, and she couldn’t trust herself to walk. Lyra twisted herself so that her back was against the table, arms draped casually as her legs spread. “So, boss, are you ready to show me a thing or two? Or is that all you’ve got?”

Spike snorted. “Nigga please. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” He pushed her back onto the table, her legs hooked around his neck in a lustful embrace.

He prepared to push into her, then thought better of it. “On second thought, it might not be such a good idea to fuck your brains out on a glass table.”

Bonbon called out from the kitchen, “Oh, don’t worry about that. We’ve tested that table multiple times, it’s fuck-resistant.”

Spike shrugged. “If you say so.” He placed his manhood against Lyra’s bottom, flush against her once-exit.

“Oh! Lyra’s never had it in the ass before, so be gentle.” Bonbon yelled from the kitchen. She pulled up a chair, watching them prepare to fuck as she ate her Cheerios.

Lyra pouted as Spike spread her, preparing to enter. “But I poop from there…”

Spike rolled his eyes, slowly pushing the tip into her as she gasped in pain. Bonbon approached her. “Don’t worry, honey, it hurts at first, I know. It gets better soon, trust me.” She cupped Lyra’s face.

“B-but it hurts!” She whined, now half of Spike’s length inside of her.

Bonbon snorted as she pulled back, sitting on her chair again. “Geez Lyra, you’re not going to split in half. Stop being such a little bitch.”

Lyra gaped at her girlfriend’s attitude. “Well fuck you too!”

Bonbon smiled lovingly. “Later, dear.”

Lyra chose not to respond, instead adopting the pained expression that a person usually has when they have a dick in their ass. She panted as Spike’s full length finally stopped moving, burying himself fully in her.

Spike was panting himself, leaning in close and licking her on the lips. “So? How is it?”

She loved how red his face was, his manhood enveloped fully by her own ass. “Just…just give me a few.”

Spike obediently waited for her to adjust, despite the urge to start bucking into her clawing at his mind. A gentleman must always show restraint, he could imagine Fancy Pants saying.

Wait, why am I thinking of another man in his mid-thirties while I’m having sex?

He chose not to venture down that train of thought.

Lyra nodded absently, pulling Spike in closer with her legs as she grunted huskily. “Okay, I think I’m ready now.” She gasped as he rolled his hips. “Y-you’re so deep.”

Spike instead focused on pulling out of her; seeing as she was fairly tighter than Bonbon, he constantly had to fight the urge to ravish Lyra completely. “Wow, I knew you were a tight-ass, but this is a little much.”

Lyra rolled her eyes at the pun, softly gasping as he pulled out as far as his tip, before sliding back in. She closed her eyes, focusing entirely on the sensations he was giving her. Each time he pumped into her, she let out a little “Ah!”, encouraging him to push even deeper and harder. Eventually, they were managing a few strokes every few seconds, her legs bobbing wildly in the air on Spike’s shoulders as he had his way with her.

He felt the curve of her ass as he spread her cheeks even further, kissing her deeply and feeling her moans vibrate through his mouth.

“Come,” Spike spoke, breaking the kiss long enough to utter the single word.

Lyra let out a final gasp, arching her back and curling her toes as her orgasm wracked her body. Spike grunted, taking a few more seconds as she clamped down even harder on his member, slapping into her ass crudely as he came inside her.

Lyra moaned as she felt his hot seed enter her ass, not bothering to move yet. Instead, she lowered her legs from Spike’s neck, pulling him up toward her and snaking her arms around his head, ensnaring him in a kiss. One lone hand journeyed further below, gripping his ass firmly as he smiled into their kiss.

Bonbon clapped proudly from her chair, smiling grandly as her worn-out girlfriend rested on the table, positively radiating satisfaction. “Beautiful performance people, simply beautiful.”

Spike pulled his boxers on as he began to get dressed, grinning down at the still naked Lyra. “So? How was it for you?”

She stayed quiet for a while, still trying to catch her breath after two incredible but exhausting orgasms. “There’s no way we’re not doing this again, you guys.” She finally said.

Bonbon agreed. “Like I said before, you’re always welcome here Spike.” She narrowed her eyes sexily. “Any day of the week, I’d say.”

Spike laughed good-naturedly. “That good, huh? I just might take you up on that.” He pulled on his shirt and smoothed his hair back. “Maybe next time we could go out and do something? I’ll treat you two to dinner. Before you ravish me in the streets, I mean.”

Bonbon and Lyra blinked simultaneously, before genuine smiles broke out on both of their faces.

Lyra spoke up from the table. “I think we’d really like that.”

Spike stalked angrily out of the Carousel Boutique, unable to stand the sight of Rarity fawning over another handsome customer. He attributed her impatience with him to the mission she had just returned from with Twilight and the others, but he knew that she would rather be alone with the customer.

With him.

He was gone before she could remember that she too had forgotten his birthday.

After exchanging numbers, Spike left his new best friends, promising to visit soon. He made his way back to his quarters at the palace, grinning with all the confidence of a man who just had mind-blowing sex multiple times in the past couple hours.

So, what the hell am I writing to the Princess about this one?

He nodded to the guards respectfully as they granted him access to the castle, finding the familiar passageway to his suite. He pulled his keys out as he approached the door, only to find it unlocked.

That’s strange…and fairly ominous. He opened the door, his eyes immediately finding the purple-haired woman sitting on his bed.

“Twilight?”

She smirked as she swung her legs playfully. “Hey, stranger! Been a while, hasn’t it?”

Four years, as a matter of fact.

Her eyes were just beginning to tear away from the book she was reading. “I was told this was your room, but you weren’t here when I showed up.”

She finally glanced up, her next words falling out of her mouth. “I, uh…wow.”

Spike shrugged. “That’s the usual reaction.”

Twilight shook the blush off her face, her hand rubbing her cheek in embarrassment. “Sorry, you just look…really, really different.” Her eyes raced up and down his body, half out of curiosity, and half out of slight interest.

Spike stood awkwardly in the middle of the floor as Twilight quite obviously eyed him up and down. “Are we gonna hug, or something…?”

Twilight immediately jumped up from the bed, wrapping her arms around him burying her head in his chest.

He rolled his eyes as she tried to smell him covertly.

“You’ve changed so much,” came her muffled voice.

“I know,” came his reply.

Twilight pulled back, her eyes glistening as she looked up at him. “We haven’t seen each other for years, Spike. How come you never came to see me? How come you never wanted to see me when I was in Canterlot?”

Great, now it’s this question. “I was in hibernation, Twilight. Princess Luna tutored me through my dreams, but I was in the equivalent of a coma.”

Twilight mouthed an oh, before resting her head back on his chest. “Your vocabulary has gotten bigger too.”

Spike smirked. Of course that would get her attention. “Impressed, I take it?”

Twilight nodded good-humoredly. “Very!” She sat back down on the bed, swinging her legs again as she studied the young man in front of her. Spike examined her as well.

She was wearing a white blouse, covered by her favorite purple argyle sweater-vest, along with a black pencil skirt and small black shoes.

He made sure to limit how often he looked at her bare legs.

She looked confused as she stared at his outfit for the first time. “You look nice, but your clothes are really rumpled, and you smell like sweat.” She blushed mildly as she considered the possible answers to her next question. “Have you been busy? Running around, I mean.”

He smells like sex, she said to herself.

I smell like sex, he said to himself.

Spike rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, actually. I was on my way back here so I could get showered and change.” He ambled over to his drawer, pulling out a more casual shirt, green in color, and a pair of black jeans.

Twilight banished a perverted thought that immediately sprung to the front of her mind at the first mention of a shower. “Oh! That’s good, the sooner you do that, the sooner we can get going!”

He paused. “Going where?”

Twilight grinned. “Back home, of course!” She fanned her arms out in an excited posture. “Surprise!”

Spike turned rigid, before remembering who he was in front of and deciding to stay calm. “Alright, I guess. I take it you already asked the Princesses?”

Twilight bobbed her head excitedly up and down.

He shrugged. “Alright then, just give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready.”

Spike looked at Twilight on the bed, leaning back, hands planted firmly on the mattress and legs sticking out. A pleasant expression was on her face.

I could take her, right now, and she would let me. Her wandering eyes confirmed it.

He sighed. But I won’t. Spike smiled to himself as he turned around, a mischievous thought dashing through his mind.

Doesn’t mean I can’t mess with her, though. He hooked his hands under his dress shirt, pulling it off and flinging it into the dirty clothes hamper he kept in the corner of his room.

He cherished the way Twilight’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets, almost instantly molesting his chest with her eyes.

“I’ve got some food in the cabinets over there if you’re hungry, and some leftover sweet potato casserole in the fridge if you want some dessert. I’ll be right out, okay?” He pretended to be oblivious to the effects he was having on her, stretching lazily as Twilight drank in the sight of him.

Silence.

He waited a suitable amount of time for the ‘realization’ that Twilight wasn’t replying to him to sink in. “Really, Twilight? My eyes are up here.” He faked disappointment as Twilight flailed in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I just—I mean, I was—” Her face was as red as an apple.

Spike just pinched his nose, milking his act a little further. “Just wait there, okay?”

“Okay.” She squeaked from her place on the couch.

Perfect. He grinned as he walked into his bathroom.

Twilight had been reluctant, but respectful of his wishes. He had claimed that Princess Luna understood dragons much more than most anyone alive, generally because she was among the few to survive an encounter with one; taking her up on her offer to take him on as her student was a chance he couldn’t risk ignoring.

His reasoning was pure in Twilight’s eyes, but the truth was that he very seriously needed to get away from this town for a while. In truth, he knew few people his age, and did little more than chores at the library.

He rarely went out with Twilight and her friends anymore, much less help when they were in actual danger. This already in mind, he had originally believed that the day couldn’t get much worse than it already had, having his best friend forgetting his birthday and the one he loved dismissing him with little more than a thought.

Yeah right, he thought to himself.

When Pinkie Pie herself hadn’t made a single appearance all day, the one woman who always remembered every single one of her friend’s birthdays, he had already made arrangements to move back to Canterlot indefinitely.

It was dusk when he sent the letter.

Spike and Twilight stepped out of the wildly decorated train, marveling at the beautiful sunset.

“Let’s go, Spike! The others are waiting on us!” Twilight pulled Spike by the arm and ran, the teenager lugging their heavy bags on one shoulder as if they weighed nothing.

They stopped at the library, nostalgia sweeping through his mind as Spike felt a strange twinge of paranoia.

Why do I get the feeling that I’m being watched?

Twilight unlocked the door. Immediately, a party horn blasted into their faces, a blueberry pie slamming into Spike’s face as he stumbled backwards.

“Sur-PIES!” Pinkie’s face grinned as she beheld her handiwork.

“How did you get inside my house?!” Twilight screeched as she tried to help Spike to his feet. “We were supposed to meet at the restaurant after we dropped our stuff off!”

Pinkie Pie put her hands on her hips, grinning at Twilight playfully. “Really, Twilight? Are we gonna go through this again?”

Twilight facepalmed.

Spike sputtered as he got up, trying to wipe the residue from his face. “What the heck was that for?”

A shit-eating grin. “Comedy!”

Spike grunted as he grabbed his shirt, removing it carefully so as to keep any of the pie from staining it. He stumbled into the library, toward a sink.

Pinkie Pie gasped as she realized that, going by his build, she just pelted a fairly attractive young man that may or may not have been single.

She waved her hands frantically. “No, wait, I’m sorry! Here, let me lick it off of you!”

Twilight growled as she floated Pinkie Pie away from the cringing teenager. “Oh no you don’t!”

Spike muttered a word of thanks before running his face under the stream of water. After it was thoroughly scrubbed, he reached for a towel.

A voice called out. “Hey Twilight, who’s the stud? And is he single?”

He slowly removed the towel from his face, narrowing his eyes at the source. He spotted Rainbow Dash sitting on the stairs examining him, recognition shining in her eyes as she looked him up and down, then down again, then back up.

Applejack gawked from the other side of the room. “Spike? Is that you?”

Fluttershy’s eyes widened immeasurably. “Oh my…”

Rainbow Dash leapt up from the stairs. “Look who grew up on us! You 18 yet, Spike?” She patted him on the shoulder and flicked him on one of his biceps, whistling.

“Hello to you too, Rainbow Dash.” He stated flatly. He’d be lying if her inquiry didn’t flatter him.

“Leave the poor thing alone, Rainbow Dash! For Celestia’s sake, can’t you go a single day without trying to pick someone up?” Rarity walked over from her seat next to Fluttershy.

“Just because Spike has grown up doesn’t mean you can push him around.” She narrowed her eyes as she rested an arm on his shoulders as well. “Especially into your bed.”

Rainbow Dash looked insulted. “I can’t believe you’d insinuate I’d try to force one of my old friends into my bed!” She looked Spike up and down again as he reached for his shirt. “I mean, a table would do just as fine. Or a car—”

Rarity gave an unamused stare before Spike interrupted the bold young woman. “If you ladies are done blatantly sexualizing our old friend, I’d like to get going.”

Twilight nodded in approval as Rainbow Dash shrugged and Rarity clasped a hand to her chest in offense. “Are you implying that I am—”

Spike looked over to her, unhooked her hand from around his waist, and held it up to her face.

“You were saying?”

Applejack snickered as she got up and headed for the door. “C’mon, we don’t wanna be late again like last week, ya cougars.”

Spike blinked as the other five women in the room simultaneously coughed. “Last week? What happened last week?”

Applejack winked at him as she walked past. She pinched Twilight on the butt, making the librarian squeak in surprise.

“Oh, you know. Stuff.”