The moon goddess stared down at the young boy, her gaze both intimidating and calming. Her inquiry rang throughout the emptied court.

"We do indeed know the most about thy people, young one, and it would be Our sublime pleasure to take you on as an apprentice."

She clucked her tongue as she rested Her beautiful head on an upraised fist, her curious eyes seeking something.

"However, thou hast refused Our offer before, and while We are glad that thou hast changed thy mind, We cannot help but wonder why thou enters Our halls with sorrow guiding thy steps."

Spike looked up blearily to the gorgeous Princess of the Night. "Please, Princess Luna, I need to come back to Canterlot. I love living with Twilight and being her assistant, but that's…she just can't give me what I need any more."

Luna narrowed Her eyes. "So thou would come unto Us as a pleading suppliant to receive the attention a boy such as yourself requires?" She drew up, angrily gripping her throne's handles.

"You would accept Our invitation on a whim? We who were old before you were born? Why should We listen to the pleas of a child?"

The boy stood his ground, leveling an understanding gaze at the Princess.

"Because you know what it's like to revolve around the Sun."

Silence.

Spike wanted to melt into his seat at the stares he was receiving, some more searching than he would prefer.

Applejack leaned back into her seat, placing a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder.

"You might as well spill, sugar. We smelt the sex on ya the minute ya strutted in tha house."

"I don't strut…" Spike muttered.

"Who was it?" Twilight growled angrily from across the table, grateful that she had cast a soundproofing spell around their booth after Rainbow Dash had broached the subject.

Spike barely held back a whimper at her ferocity. "I-it's no big deal, Twilight. It only happened once!" He reconsidered his statement. "Wait, no, it was four times, about over the span of twelve hours."

Crap, that's probably just digging me deeper.

Applejack whistled, Rainbow Dash licked her lips, while the others stared in bewilderment.

Except Twilight, whose rage only increased.

"So you just let some absolute stranger take advantage of you like that? I thought I could trust you to behave responsibly on your own!" She screeched.

Spike narrowed his own eyes. "They didn't take advantage of me, Twilight. In case you haven't noticed, I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."

Rainbow Dash reached into a bucket of popcorn that Pinkie Pie had pulled out of seemingly nowhere. "Tell her, brother!"

Both ignored the comment as Twilight retaliated. "You're eighteen! That's no age for you to go out on your own and pretend you're an adult! Clearly I gave you too much responsibility!"

Spike himself was getting fairly worked up. "My gosh, Twilight, you're right! Celestia forbid I do anything as challenging as run a library by myself for days on end while my roommate is out of the region!"

Oohs and ahs were muttered as the two former roommates verbally sparred. Applejack leaned in close to Rainbow Dash, whispering into her ear.

"Whaddaya figure got those two worked up so badly? Used to be thick as thieves, and now they're goin' fer each other's throats."

Dash whispered back sagely, "It's simple, really: ever since Spike was born, Twilight's always been right by his side. Naturally, she's the person he's the most comfortable with, right?"

Applejack nodded.

Dash continued, "Now that Spike's been on his own for four years, Twilight isn't his anchor anymore, and she feels like he might be using other girls and sex to replace her. Add to that that Spike's fine as hell now, and she's confused with her attraction to him, and now we've got a sexually-frustrated Twilight who's trying to force herself back into Spike's life, and it's not working so well for either of them."

Applejack stared in amazement at the shorter woman. "That's…really deep for you."

Rainbow Dash snorted, a cocky smirk on her face. "There's more to me than sports and mind-blowing sex, AJ."

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Ah'm sure."

The argument raged on. "What makes you think you can just tell me what to do anymore, huh? I didn't say anything when I found out you were banging your own friends!" Spike yelled.

Twilight's blush could easily be mistaken for anger. "Because you're my responsibility!"

A vein throbbed in his head. "You're NOT my MOM, Twilight!" He angrily spat, moving from the booth, not bothering to look back as Twilight gasped and tried to hold back tears.

"I'm going to get some air."

Luna froze on her throne, the boy's heartbreaking words striking far too close to home for her liking. "What dost thou mean?"

Spike didn't let up on his sorrowful gaze for a second. "Everything I do, I do for Twilight. I run her library, I cook her food, I try to snap her out of it when she's being stupid."

Luna made to speak, but the boy wasn't done yet.

"And…I love every second of it. But…we just can't give each other what we need anymore."

Luna raised an eyebrow. "We believe thou hast said that before. What is thy meaning?"

He shuffled his feet.

"I can't live in Twilight's shadow forever, Princess, and she needs her friends as much as I need to grow up. Lately," he choked up, "we've been suffocating each other."

He remembered his exercises, sitting with his legs crossed, taking deep breaths before exhaling them in the form of gentle green flames, feeling his anger gradually fading away.

It was times like these he was grateful for his decision to leave, both for the absence of conflict and his greater degree of self-control.

Everything comes with a sacrifice, I guess.

"Spike?" A familiar voice called to him from behind. He turned to see his old crush looking at him intently.

He snorted out a bit of smoke from his nose, unwilling to engage in another argument.

"Rarity."

She frowned at his tone, sitting down next to him on the grass regardless. "Let's just talk for a bit, dear. We have so much to talk about."

Confident due to his bitterness, he eyed Rarity up and down, unashamedly checking her out, something that didn't go unnoticed by her.

She was wearing a lovely purple leather jacket, covering up her white blouse. His eyes traveled down to her legs, covered in a black skirt and adorned with similarly colored stockings and heels.

"Spike," she clucked, "it's not very gentlemanly to stare at a lady openly like that."

He rolled his eyes. "And I'm sure it's perfectly fine for a lady to hook her arm around my waist the second my shirt is off."

She pointed her nose up into the air in a mock-snobbish pose. "I never said it was; I was just taking advantage of society's double standards."

He frowned.

"Spike, dear, please tell me what's wrong." Rarity's smile only flattened as the young man refused to speak. "I know I'm not the prettiest woman there is, but I at least used to have an effect on you. Is four years that long a time?"

Sighing, he turned to face her. "No, Rarity, you know better than that. Canterlot kind of took the edge off, but you're still the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on."

Her ego soared as she heard his earnest words.

"It's just…I can't go anywhere without someone trying to hit on me, or feel me," he shuddered at this, "or tell me what I want to hear just so they can try and bed me."

She stared flatly at him. "Since when did you get a sex change?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "I'm just too attractive, Rarity. I don't even go on dates because they always turn out superficial!"

Rarity smirked at him, unbelieving. "I'll admit Spike, you're a head-turner now, but that hardly means—"

He suddenly turned to meet her eyes, giving Rarity the Look. She stopped talking immediately as he climbed over her, running a hand up her thigh as his hot breath caressed her pale neck.

"I'm going to make love to you, on this very hill, right now, and I'll make sure Celestia hears your moans." He growled into her ear.

Her legs immediately locked around his waist, her hands reaching under his shirt to caress his muscles.

"Oh Celestia, yes, please!" Her head darted up, seeking a kiss, only for Spike to roll away, his head already resting in his hands in a relaxed position.

"See what I mean?" He muttered absently, rolling a wad of something in his hand.

Rarity sputtered, not sure whether to be upset, aroused, or furious at being played so easily. "That-that's not fair at all! You used your sex appeal on me!"

"Not so fun to be on the receiving end, is it?" He looked over, giving Rarity a wink.

Her blush only increased as her arousal refused to die down.

"Well, yes, but I never took it to that degree!" She stamped her foot in anger.

Spike looked back at her. "Duh. That's me getting back at you for years of being teased." He grabbed her hand, kissing it gently. "Don't worry, I'll indulge you next time."

She nearly choked on her own spit.

"What in Celestia's name makes you even think there's going to be a next time?" She shrieked.

He sucked on her finger teasingly, smiling when a small moan escaped her.

"There's going to be a next time."

Okay! I'm fine with that! Rarity pouted as she reluctantly removed her finger from Spike's mouth. "What happened to you not wanting girls who had ulterior motives?"

Spike smirked, standing as he helped up the designer. "I'm not the boy I was, Rarity. I'm not about to hop into bed with you."

She couldn't keep the disappointment from showing on her face.

He leaned in close, grabbing her gently by the arm and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek, like she had done to him so many times before.

Man, I've been waiting since I was a kid to do that.

"Doesn't mean I can't mess with you, though."

Rarity only noticed belatedly that he had taken her panties.

Luna strode down from her throne, grabbing the crying boy and giving him a tight hug.

"It will be all right, young one, but you must tell Us what in particular is upsetting you." She pulled back momentarily, searching his face.

"What terrible truth was shown to you? What wrong was done to you to set you on this path?"

He simply cried into her chest.

Rainbow Dash intercepted Spike as he and Rarity reentered the restaurant, muttering something about needing to "have a little chat."

She sat him down at the bar, ordering a beer for herself.

Spike waited for her to start the conversation. However, she seemed content to simply sit and drink her alcohol in silence.

"What did you want to talk about, Dash?" He asked cautiously, unaware of her current mood.

She looked over at him, passing her eyes over him for a slight second before moving back to the booth where their friends were.

"No talking, just scoping out the meat."

He blinked. "The say-what now?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm going to be brutally honest with you, Spike. You're hot and we all more or less are weighing the chances of getting to bed you. I bet Applejack that I'd lay you by this time next week, actually. So naturally, I need to know what you like."

Spike was unsurprised by her words. "You wasted your money, then. I'm not some common guy you can just bang by teasing me."

Dash raised her beer in protest. "Wrong on both accounts. I bet AJ eight orgasms that I'd do it, no money involved."

Spike's stare was incredulous, now picturing the two very shapely women going at it.

"Second, you're only half-right. You may not be the common guy, but you're definitely not all that observant."

"How do you figure?" He leaned on his arm next to the counter, suddenly feeling slightly tired.

She smirked, putting her bare foot on the counter. "Because, I just gave you a footjob under the counter not even fifteen seconds ago, and I was so stealthy, you didn't even notice."

Spike gaped as he looked down at his zipper, Dash's expert foot already moving it back into its proper place, patting his now-limp manhood mockingly.

Rainbow Dash shrugged. "Thing is, I still need to get you in bed for it to count, so clear your schedule." She put her finished beer on the counter, swiveling around in her seat as she turned to face the booth.

"Okay…" Spike muttered, still in awe.

Dash hooked an arm around his waist, pulling him closer to her. He couldn't help but feel smaller next to her, despite having a few inches on the athlete.

"Now then, back to business. Let's take a look at Fluttershy."

Spike took in the pink-haired beauty. "What about her?"

Rainbow Dash again rolled her eyes, slapping him playfully on the cheek. "We scope her out, that's what. 38D, naturally tall, long legs and gorgeous eyes. You like?"

Spike shrugged, feeling awkward about describing his attraction to the older woman. "Well yeah, she's beautiful and everything. But it's Fluttershy. I'd feel like I'd be sodomizing the Easter Bunny."

Dash flicked him on the nose. "Not what I asked you, jackass."

Spike cringed. She's like a rowdier, constantly horny version of Lyra, now that I think about it.

"Um…she's got a nice figure and perfect skin, but her shyness kind of takes away from her sex appeal. Tall chicks are attractive, I guess."

He took in her outfit; Fluttershy's wardrobe was naturally conservative, her beige sweater hugging her torso flatteringly, but not enough to arouse any kind of interest. He couldn't complain when he saw that it was all she was wearing, stopping just above her knees.

Rarity's influence, no doubt.

Rainbow Dash leaned in close, whispering in her ear. "Listen, 'Shy isn't the social type, but she's still a woman. She may blush or faint when she gets a compliment, but she's not exactly easy to approach either. It's not good for just the five of us to be the only ones to tell her she's pretty." She licked his ear playfully, enjoying how he jumped. "Plus she really needs to get laid, by a guy."

Spike still felt awkward at the idea. "I'll…think about it.

She clapped him on the back. "Okay, Pinkie Pie."

Now this I don't mind commenting on. "She's probably got my ideal figure, along with most guys." He smiled genuinely, unable to be upset when thinking about the upbeat girl. She was wearing a pink tank-top and black yoga pants, while her hair hung down in messy curls.

Dash blinked in surprise. "Really now? You prefer your girls with curves?" Her mind drifted to her practically flat body, considering her lack of femininity.

Spike shrugged. "Well I don't pick and choose, but you can't really look at her and not want to…you know."

Dash had to agree with him. "I guess so, yeah. What would you do with her?"

He paused. "It's Pinkie Pie. It'd be a crime against nature to not worship her ass."

Rainbow Dash nodded patiently. "Me?"

Spike turned to face her, drinking in her appearance. Dash wore a light blue hoodie, along with capris and tennis shoes. He had to fight back an erection just at the sight of her.

"You've got muscles, no doubt. Not as big as Applejack's, but they make you sleek and attractive. Your personality is another thing entirely." He motioned upward with his hands. "Abs." He commanded.

Dash rolled her eyes as she lifted up her hoodie, showing off her firm stomach, a line of sweat rolling down to her navel.

He stifled a groan, frowning as Dash grinned cockily at his obvious attraction to her.

"So? What do you think?"

His gaze lidded, he looked to Dash again, his eyes raking over her figure and lingering on her legs. "Tomorrow."

Rainbow Dash felt a naughty thrill crawling down to her stomach, despite the frown on her face. "I work tomorrow, tiger."

He was the one rolling his eyes now. "Fine then, I'll just have to take care of you the moment you leave the building."

A stray thought crossed his mind. I'd say I can't help it, but hey, everybody wants Fanc-Rainbow Dash.

A wicked grin spread across her face. "Not that I don't appreciate having a target on my ass, but why not tonight?"

Spike's eyes fell on the red-eyed girl sitting in the booth, her words blocked from reaching him by her soundproofing spell.

"I'm busy."

The Princess held him in her lap, hoping to stop his tears, but also eager at her first chance in centuries to properly show affection; most young children still refused to stand even a few feet next to her out of irrational fear.

"You should resent them," she remarked, dropping her familiar patterns of speech in order to sound more familiar. "Forgetting your birthday, taking you for granted, neglecting to spend time with you."

He nodded slowly. "I know I should." Spike's voice cracked, along with Luna's heart.

"But I can't help but love them."

"And-and he's grown-up now, and he's been learning for four years straight from Princess Luna, so what could I even hope to teach him now? She's given him the education I never could, and he won't need me, and he'll let his hotness go to his head, and-and he'll become a manwhore, and then he'll become destitute from using all the money he gets on drugs, and he'll catch Super-AIDS, and I'll die alone, and—"

Applejack grew tired of her rambling, instead opting to grab her Pocket Apple and stuff it in Twilight's mouth.

Funny, I usually have ta end up using them on Pinkie Pie.

Applejack cleared her throat. "Okay, sugar, let me just start by saying that Ah'm not even going to begin to go into what is wrong with what you just said. Spike's always been a responsible young man, so even if he's had sex with one person multiple times in one night, don't ya think ya should be more trustin' of 'em?"

Twilight sniffed. "Well, yeah, but he's so young, Applejack! Do you really think he's ready to get involved with girls like that?"

Pinkie Pie spoke up from her side of the table, for once fairly serious. "Twilight, Spike's been around girls his entire life. All he knows is girls. It wouldn't be as much of a problem if he wasn't as handsome or chivalrous as he is, but you raised him too well."

Twilight sniffed blearily as she looked at the cotton-candy haired woman.

"So…it's my fault?"

Pinkie Pie was silent for a moment. "Yeah!"

Applejack smacked her on the back of the head. "What she's tryin' ta say is that of course Spike's gonna be gettin' involved with other girls if they're all he's ever around. Takin' into consideration that he's pretty much been in hibernation for four years like ya said, I'm surprised he doesn't want to sleep with every pretty face he sees."

Twilight opened her mouth to reply, only to freeze when she felt a strong hand grip her arm.

"Come."

The two of them were enveloped in a green flame, a cloud of smoke all that remained.

It whisked out a nearby window, flying in the direction of the library.

Twilight gasped, flailing her arms around at the unexpected teleportation. She fell immediately into a nearby chair, still breathing heavily.

"What was that?" She was fairly sure she had just been set on fire, but couldn't smell a hint of smoke or cinders.

Spike stepped forward, grinning only a little smugly at the surprise his talents gave her.

"Ignus gradus, or 'fire step.' Princess Luna prefers to name her spells in Latin, and I copied this one from her."

Twilight blinked, remembering that she was angry with him, and crossed her arms in a huff.

Spike sighed, knowing that she was going to be difficult. "Look, Twilight, we need to talk."

She whipped her head around at him. "Why? I can't tell you what to do anymore. It's not like I'm your mom or anything."

He cringed, but pressed on regardless. "No, you're not."

She choked on her next words. "We're not even family, are we?"

Spike leaned back in surprise. "What are you talking about? Of course we are, we've been together since I was born!"

She shook her head feverishly. "No, Spike, we're not! Family doesn't look at each other like they're pieces of meat!"

Twilight inhaled deeply before speaking next. "When I saw you again, I…I felt ashamed. The first time I lay my eyes on you in four years, and I'm drooling on the inside!"

She cradled her face with her hands, her voice cracking in self-loathing.

"How can I even justify that?"

Spike looked down at his once-guardian, for once not knowing what to say that could comfort her.

There is one thing, he thought to himself, loathing the contrition he felt.

He swallowed the pain he suffered from her negligence as a child, shutting it away for another day. Regardless of what she did to him unknowingly, he knew that he could never hurt his first friend the way she hurt him.

"Twilight, it's alright." He picked her up bridal style, and carried her up to the loft, despite her struggles. "We haven't seen each other for years. You haven't seen me grow up."

He brushed his lips against her forehead in a kiss. "You were right when you said we're not family, in part. Naturally, we would be attracted to each other."

He paused momentarily to open the door, noting the minor changes.

She got rid of my bed.

He trudged up the steps regardless, placing Twilight down on her mattress, taking her shoes off and rubbing her feet.

Her sobs stopped, as she looked down at Spike cautiously.

I don't deserve you, do I?

His gaze met hers.

You don't, but that doesn't change anything.

Twilight sniffed. "We're not family, but we're still friends?"

Spike smiled back up at her, his familiar, comforting grin reassuring her just as it did years ago.

"Always."

Twilight rested on her back, her clothes all absent except for her panties and a t-shirt. Despite Spike's words of encouragement from before, she couldn't rest, not while knowing that there was still a very attractive young man resting on the floor not two feet from her.

"Spike, please, the bed is big enough for the two of us to share. You don't have to sleep on the floor."

He muttered from his place on the ground. "Yes huh, otherwise you'd have your way with me."

"No I wouldn't!" She sounded indignant at his assertion of lack of self-control on her part.

Spike sat down on the bed next to her, when Twilight realized that he was only wearing his boxers and eyeglasses.

"Still confident in your abilities?" He reached over Twilight, very obviously rubbing his chest against hers, to turn on her lamp.

"Of course!" Must. Resist. Urge. To. Jump! She only went on lying for the sake of her pride.

Twilight noticed the book in his hands, her arousal momentarily forgotten. "What's that you're reading?"

He looked down at the cover. "Oh, this? Princess Luna wanted me to read something for pleasure since I was on break, so I just chose The Claustrophile."

Her eyes bulged, her arousal coming back full force. "You're reading Sturgeon? For pleasure?" She wrinkled her nose in surprise. "Used to be that I could hardly get you to pick up a book at all."

Spike shrugged. "It's a little challenging at first, yeah, but enjoyable once you get used to it."

Twilight's jaw dropped, the brilliant young woman for once unable to think of a reply.

"I usually skim a few pages while playing Sudoku when I wake up in the morning."

To be honest, it really wasn't Twilight's fault, what with how quickly she pounced on top of Spike, throwing caution to the wind.

"I'll apologize later, I really will, but if you don't take me right now, I will honestly lose it." Twilight ripped off her shirt, baring her breasts to a wide-eyed Spike, before laying down to press them to his own chest.

"I know that I'm not being fair to you right now, and I'm so, so sorry. But I'm begging you, Spike, please let me get this out of my system."

He smirked. "By getting into your system?"

She rolled her eyes at his pun. "Oh ha ha, you incredibly witty bastard."

Spike smiled as he rolled from under her, switching their positions. "Alright then, I'll indulge you, Twilight."

He removed his boxers, dropping them into a nearby laundry hamper. He grabbed Twilight by the head gently, moving her to his now stiff erection.

"But you're going to have to work for it."

Twilight nodded slowly, taking his manhood into her mouth.

"I've never tried this with a guy before," she mumbled.

HNNNNG

Spike started as Twilight spoke directly onto his erection, shocked at the vibrations.

Twilight smirked as she saw his reaction. "That good, huh?"

She flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock, grinning evilly as she saw his tortured face.

"Twiliiiight…" Spike moaned.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose, deciding to begin her stimulation in earnest, pumping her hand up and down his length eagerly.

Spike groaned, pulling Twilight on top of him as he kissed her roughly. Twilight's excitement grew as she rapidly jerked him off with both hands, rubbing her breasts into his slightly sweaty chest.

"Say my name again," she commanded.

He complied, mumbling her name out in pressured groans.

If that's not rewarding, I don't know what is, Twilight thought to herself.

Without warning, Spike came into her hands, strings of semen shooting up onto Twilight's bare breasts.

Twilight giggled seductively as she used her magic to remove it, casting a spell to disintegrate the bodily fluids. "Too much for you, big guy?"

Spike growled, his voice huskier than before. "Shut up and fuck me."

Twilight whipped off her panties, her womanhood slick with her excitement. "Will do, captain."

She mounted him, placing her hands on either side of his head for support, and lowered herself.

She bit her lip in as she eased onto him. Spike groaned, his eyes shut as his arms wrapped around her head.

Twilight made sure to go slow at first, noting how she was only an inch or so shorter than him. She gasped as she fully enveloped his entire member, a moan coming out from her partner.

I could definitely get used to this. She brushed a hand through his hair, clenching it as she moved back and forth, her pleasure mounting with every moan that the man underneath her gave.

She wasn't done torturing him yet, though.

Despite her nearing orgasm, Twilight dismounted the young man, yawning as she got up. "And here I was thinking you're a man, but you're letting me sit there and work you like a schoolboy." She smirked inwardly as she feigned disappointment, taking a sick pleasure in how Spike's look of shock completely replaced his look of bliss.

Twilight turned to walk away, sighing. "Maybe my fingers will give me what I need, because I'm sure not getting it here."

And 3…2…1…

Twilight gasped in mock-surprise as Spike whipped her around and pushed her face-down on the mattress as he growled in anger.

"Like hell you are!"

Twilight smiled into the mattress. Hook, line, and sink-MY ANUS!

Spike plunged savagely into Twilight's ass, pumping hard and fast as his partner moaned pitifully into the bed.

Her legs flailed out behind her, her nails clenching the bedsheets.

"Fuuu-uu-uuu-ck!" She moaned with every thrust that she received, her vulgar language only encouraging Spike to move with even more vigor.

He cupped her breasts, now directly over her, loving how she writhed beneath him.

She came into the bed sheets, screaming into the mattress, and with a few more frantic thrusts, so did he. His semen spilled into her, burning in a way that Twilight found incredibly arousing.

Spike started to pull out, before Twilight stopped him with a gentle brush of her hand.

"Please…can we just stay like this for a while?" Her face was flushed, her bottom sticky and her hair ruffled in a way that made her much more attractive than usual.

But she was smiling.

Spike's anger died back down, obliging the girl beneath him.

I could never stay mad at you, could I?

He laid down next to Twilight, his member still buried inside of her.

No matter how much you screwed me over.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, as they both drifted to sleep.

Silence.