Spike looked at Fluttershy like the fuckdoll she was, her plot like a pincushion begging to be poked, her eyes soft and needy as she sat before him, her tail limp, ears folded back, a demure little bitch ready to take every last inch of him.

Spike had tried to be patient, tried being considerate, but with the way she looked at him, the burning question on his mind, and the fire inside of him waiting to be unleashed, he couldn't be held much longer. He needed to touch her; he could feel his claws shaking, the yearning to fuck, pleasure, and dominate strumming a riotous bass note through his entire body. His teeth ground together as he observed his succulent little conquest, from the curves running along her barrel to her broad, model-like withers, her slender neck and her grabbable, pullable mane.

She wasn't his best friend anymore. She was a teasing, taunting mare bending and crushing his will, waiting for him to snap, and she was about to get what she wanted. She said nothing, merely sitting and observing as he rose and walked over to her, looming over her with an imperious gaze as he studied her, leaning forwards to take a sniff of her scent, pacing beside her and flexing his body, making a show of just how superior he was.

His actions were rewarded with a small blush, gradually deepening as he slowly and deliberately reached forwards, grabbing a small tuft of her mane and craning her neck until she faced him. When he spoke, it was in a husky, powerful, and domineering tone—it was his turn to be in charge now. "You know what you've been doing to me, don't you?"

Fluttershy said nothing, just laid in simple submission as Spike towered over her, her blush deepening as her cheeks turned from the softest pink to the darkest crimson. Spike let loose a small growl, tightening his grip until he had her mane in a vice, running the edge of his claw against her ear in small, gentle strokes as his eyes bore into her, not crouching down to her level, remaining stolid and rigid in his stance, reminding her that she had to look up if she wanted to see him. And look up she did, her body tremulous and her face guilty, her ears twitching as she bit down on her lip.

"Keeping me up at night, driving me crazy..." Spike snarled, clenching his hand until he heard a small yelp from Fluttershy, "Making me a slave to you, so all I can ever think about now is screwing you!" He let go of her mane, grabbing her by the hoof and rolling her onto her belly, her body acquiescing, allowing him to lift her without resistance.

"And you know what? It worked. Everything you did?" he ran a hand down her body, electricity dancing across his senses at the first stroke as the inferno in his chest doubled in intensity. "It all led to this." He punctuated his statement with a sharp slap across her plot, staring into her eyes the entire time as her body jolted, her ass shaking from the impact and her mane billowing from the sudden movement as she mewled out a small moan.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" Spike grinned, his teeth sharp and glistening as he smacked the same spot again with increased force, leaving a pink mark that resembled her tail. "Good, because you deserve it. This is what happens when act like a filthy slut and mess with Spike's head." Slap after slap resounded throughout the cottage; Spike had no clue if any animals bore witness to her punishment, but also found that he didn't give a shit.

Spike could feel the rage growing inside of him as he lashed her again and again with his clawed hand, repeating the motion until the once-pink mark was as red as her cheeks. Fluttershy remained silent save her sultry groans, which only encouraged Spike to continue until her ass was red, raw, and shining. Not once did he worry if he was taking it too far, not for a moment did he hesitate, only pushing forwards and flogging his mare as she so clearly desired, his arousal growing as he watched her ass shake from each impact.

He only relented when he was so stiff that it was bothering him; he would have happily shown her her place for much longer. Shoving her flanks until she sat on her sore plot, Spike grabbed his flared cock and took it up to Fluttershy's muzzle, offering the thick slab as a reward for managing to keep quiet. Her eyes bulged at the sight of it, but she soon took point, reaching forwards with a hoof and stroking his shaft as he withheld a grunt of satisfaction—she couldn't see that he was enjoying himself yet.

She accompanied her motions with small licks at the tip, gradually working her way from his head to his shaft and back again, her tongue travelling in circles around the tip as Spike looked down at her in mock disinterest. Inside, his senses were on the verge of spasm, ignition in every nerve as Fluttershy glided her masterful tongue over his large cock. When she took the head in her mouth, a small, fragile movement as she stared up at him, as if she was asking his permission, he could take it no more, forcing her head down, hearing a loud gag from the back of her throat.

The fact that she could take his whole length was impressive, but could she keep up with him? Spike began to bop her head with one hand, then eventually two as she drooled all over his cock, making more and more sloppy and slippery with each heavenly suck. Drawing himself most of the way out, he began to tap the head of his cock against her tongue with a hand, hoping to deposit a little of his hot precum in her mouth. He heard the light sizzle of hot liquid cooling as he hit his mark, and just as Fluttershy looked ready to catch her breath he pushed himself back inside.

Now he was completely in control. Where before he had moved her head up and down his length for her, instead he held her in place, fucking and thrusting into her throat as if it was a tool for his enjoyment, a hole for him to use and abuse to his heart's desire, and right now, desire was running rampant. Fluttershy's cute little moans and pants—her snout flaring as she attempted to catch her breath—were a fitting accompaniment to his display of generosity.

Still, while he thought it would satiate his thirst, the foreplay was only making Spike grow more hungry, more desperate to be inside of her, to fill her up, to show her why he was the greatest. He could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, the intensity of her tongue lapping against the underside of his shaft as he throat fucked her, attempting to titillate him in some way, but none of it would compare to what came next. He unceremoniously ripped his cock from Fluttershy's wanting mouth, leaving her upset, confused, extending her hooves and attempting to grab it as if she'd just had something precious taken away.

None of that stopped Spike from shaking his head, and with a display of strength, he hoisted Fluttershy up and around so she was standing facing away from him on the sofa, the perfect height for him to finally enter her soaking pussy.

This was it. He had thought about it for so long, craved it, dreamt of it, and now he was finally about to have it. "Spike..." he mumbled, lining his still slicked head up with her waiting lips as he pushed forwards. He felt his cock brush against her folds as he grunted out again, his voice becoming deep and carnal, every vein in his body pumping searing hot blood as he stared at his target, seeing only a servant to his need. "Spike want..."

A hardened push and Fluttershy's pussy began to stretch around his cock, his thickness pushing out and widening her tight little hole as he inched his way deeper and deeper inside, paying no mind to her shivers and gasps as he pushed his entire length inside, all eight inches buried deep inside of her, his tip pressing against her cervix as the walls of her pussy hugged him tightly, squeezing and stroking his entire shaft with soft, clinching warmth.

Spike slowly pulled back, drawing himself almost all of the way out—teasing them both in the process—before slamming his way back inside, sending a tremor through his body as the sensation hit him, mirrored by the jolt that went through Fluttershy as she threw her mane back, lowering herself until she laid on her front hooves, leaving her plot suspended in the air for Spike to screw and mark his. And it was his, he had earnt it, and now he was going to claim it.

With small, experimental movements, Spike began to work his cock in and out of Fluttershy, each time pulling out was a sharp intake of breath, and each thumping motion was a burst of breath leaving her puffing and deflating chest as she took him over and over, the speed of his movements only becoming more frantic as he began to feel himself totally losing control. At first, it had been desire, it had been a need to have the same control over her that she exercised so effortlessly over him, but now as he relentlessly pounded her pussy, the room fading into obscurity before their primal display, now it was about ruling her, owning her.

He couldn't stop for anything and he knew it. There was a monster inside of him, and with every second that he smashed his cock into her marehood he was letting it out, allowing it to control him, to control her as he led them to mutual satisfaction, but his before anypony else. He could feel it building up, so much anger and lust inside, ready to be unloaded, splattered all over Fluttershy's womb, but he had to make it stronger—this moment would define his preeminence, and whenever Fluttershy looked at Spike from then on it would be what she remembered.

He didn't bother to pull out as he picked her up, flipping her around and slamming her into her rug, lying atop her and bearing down with crushing force, holding a hand to her muzzle and forcing her to look at him as she took his cock, preparing to spurt his seed inside of her, to deem her his property, to batter her pussy until every last lash of warm cum had been drained from his balls...

He could feel the sensation arising, the soft body beneath him as he pressed down on it, the wet, stuffed pussy beneath him, the huffing of the pegasus laying defeated and truly gratified as he prepared to let loose, to give her what she so clearly wanted, to burst inside of her, to—

Spike awoke with a start and a few coarse words, jolting into a sitting position and rubbing at his head as his mind whisked what had just transpired into place, the realisation that he had dreamt of screwing Fluttershy not as worrying as how he had dreamt of doing it. He panted and shook as he shifted to the edge of his bed, his eyes cast around the room as he thought back to each scene, each instance of power and control.

He didn't know what was worse, the fact that he had envisioned himself doing that to Fluttershy or the fact that he had woken with a hard-on thinking about it, and the more his thoughts drifted to the dream, the more it twitched and stood tall, aching for release.

Spike felt shame as he grasped the end of his shaft, using the images his mind had concocted to excite his body, his hand working in a smooth rhythm as he strove to accomplish the only thing he hadn't managed in his dream.

Three orgasms and a broken series of short rests later, it was morning. Spike had been through the motions over the course of the night, switching from deep self-loathing to grievous acceptance to gracious indulgence, but none of it shook the fact that those dreams and any pleasure he derived from them represented exactly what he didn't want to be, no matter how much his mind and body told him that he did.

Spike knew he didn't want to hurt Fluttershy, to hold influence over her like that. He had a good heart, and beneath his heavily surfacing dragon instincts, he wanted to treat her nicely, to be a gentledrake and give her all of the respect that he was due, but now more than ever, every time he thought of her, the image of him behind her, rutting her silly was emblazoned on his mind, refusing to go away.

...And he was meant to speak to her at three o'clock today. How could he? If he went to her in this state, would he be able to maintain his composure? Would he snap like he had in his dream, like despite how much he wished wasn't the case, he so desperately wanted to? Surely it would be better to hide, to lock himself away in his room for her own good, to stay away and leave her pure and unsullied. Spike could feel anger flashing in his eyes as he caught the sun's light, and even looking at the castle's crystal walls provoked a growl from deep in his belly.

His senses were heightened, his selfish id wrestling to take control of his mind and cast away any of the pony that still remained in his psyche, but he wouldn't let that happen. No, he had worked for too long to make his life a good one, to build his friendships, to establish love and trust, and he wouldn't throw it away for the sake of his wants, even if his wants were beginning to feel more like insatiable needs.

Inside was a torrential flux of emotion, a flurry of confused thoughts racing to find a means of escape, pouring from him with every outburst as he struggled to leave his room. Leaving his bed meant clutching his mattress until his claws nearly punctured it, his veins prominent as he began to walk in circles, each potential solution to his problems only bringing forth another concern, another issue he had yet to consider.

He knew he was stressing himself with the consideration, but the alternative was to not think about it at all. If he did that, if he left things to occur naturally, there was no telling what might happen, and when Spike didn't know something for a certainty, especially when it was something of this magnitude, he was liable to panic. The problem was that while he could usually drown out his conflicting thoughts, with all of his excitement it was as if he was of two minds, and each of his thoughts appeared to be in direct opposition to another.

Some told him to just approach her, that she would understand. They said that he would be able to control himself, and that she would help him, and that there wouldn't be any problem. Others said that he should stay in his room forever, or at least avoid her for that long, that simply by being around her he could end up going past his breaking point and never returning to sanity. He hated those thoughts, but he hated the idea of what he might do only for his own immediate enjoyment more.

Even worse were the ones that told him to just go over there, lay her down and fuck her, like he had in the dream. He knew to dismiss those thoughts, but it was always difficult to do so, especially when they were often accompanied by a stirring down below, which he had also eventually chosen to ignore. He figured he couldn't cum more than a few times in a row anyway, and every time he did, the fact that he was doing it alone rather than on or in Fluttershy was making it that much less effective.

Maybe the solution was to become celibate. Spike felt a frown adorn his face as he considered the idea: he had removed temptation to deal with a lot of his issues, so maybe the problem here was his interest in sex? If he could just stop making sex a factor in his life, and stop wanting it, then this would all go away, right?

Spike quickly dismissed that idea on the grounds that he didn't want to do it. He enjoyed masturbating, and he was very sure that he would enjoy sex once he had the chance to experience it. Then again, if this was how he was going to get whenever sex appeared to be an option, would he ever have the chance to experience it?

That said, maybe it would be different with another mare aside from Fluttershy, maybe the only reason he was getting so excited was that he liked her for more than her body. A snarl began to appear on Spike's face as he considered the possibility of another mare. While he was sure he would enjoy the sex either way, it wasn't what he wanted. All he cared about was Fluttershy, not just screwing her, but being around her, and with every negative thought and worried assumption, he was taking what could have been a simple conversation and turning it into an impossible challenge.

And it had been simple yesterday, even if the idea was fairly difficult. All he had to do was sit down with her, work out if she liked him, and then explain to her why he thought it was a bad idea for them to ever try anything. It would hurt, sure, but he considered it for the best. Now he was beginning to wonder if that was the best way to go about it, if there wasn't a better way he could outline the issue, or perhaps he could deal with his problem in a way that would allow him to at least be receptive to the idea of her liking him without losing control, but it felt painfully unlikely, as much as he might have hoped it could be the case.

It was like a vicious circle, every thought breeding another until eventually he was repeating them in a cyclical motion, finding no new insight but only adding to the weight of his own concerns until they threatened to engulf him completely. As he stalled and stalled, attempting to break through his mind's barrier and have some grand epiphany, time didn't wait for him, and the sun began to rise higher and higher in the sky as the day wore on. Spike assumed that it had to be breakfast by now.

His entire body buzzed as he left his room; he felt as if he could snap or explode at any point, but tried to keep his movements as relaxed as possible, he didn't want to startle Twilight or Starlight if he could help it. The first step to thinking more clearly had to be getting some food in his belly, after that he could work out what the hell he was going to do.

Spike had lived in the castle for so long now that he could make his way around with his eyes shut, and that's just what he did, completely avoiding the sight of the crystal walls and pillars as he moved his way through, knowing that if he stopped to marvel at one, he might end up biting off an entire wall as a light snack.

And gems really weren't what he should be eating right now. He'd have to stay away from them for at least a few weeks if he wanted to calm himself down properly; he felt like a single act of greed would be enough to undo a lifetime of progress right now. Spike made his way into the castle's kitchen, finally opening his eyes to the sight of Twilight boiling water in a pot with a spell, causing it to bubble in the span of ten seconds.

Spike could have used that boiling hot water being dunked over his head right then, it might have shocked some sense back into him. Still, he was glad that out of any mare in the world, it was Twilight who he found himself in the same room as. Not only did she know him better than anyone in the world, she was probably the only good looking mare around that Spike would never have any interest in banging, no matter how prurient his thoughts were.

It didn't take long for her to notice him, and instantly her muzzle began to twist as she picked up that something wasn't quite right. Spike had already expected that; Twilight recognised when he was in a sour mood, even if he was trying his hardest to hide it. "You want some coffee?" was all she asked, taking the boiled pan in her magic and levitating it over to a pair of cups. Spike nodded and the water was added, a floating teaspoon adding sugar and coffee granules into the mix.

When the brews were stirred, Twilight passed over Spike's coffee, and he took it in his hands, barely feeling the warmth of the cup. The first sip invigorated his senses, and by the third he felt a small comfort from the beverage, the warmth of the black liquid filling his chest, momentarily drowning out the dark feeling that had taken up residence there. "Thanks," Spike said, swilling the coffee in his cup as he watched the last remnants of sugar dissipate.

Twilight took a few steps over, propping herself up in a seat at the other end of the kitchen table. "What's wrong, Spike? You don't usually look this moody until after I've told you everything I need for the day."

"Not helping," Spike grunted, realising that the pretence was as useless as it was exhausting to keep up. Twilight would see through it either way.

Concern briefly flashed across Twilight's face, and she leaned in slightly, drawing Spike's attention. "You know you're going to tell me sooner or later, so why not make it sooner? I'm sure whatever it is, I can help you figure it out."

"I don't think it's one of those things you can just 'figure out', Twi," Spike replied with a glum shrug. "At least, we've never been able to before, and I think it's just gotten even more complicated."

Twilight craned her neck, blinking a couple of times. "I don't follow?"

"It's to do with my problem," Spike stated, waving his hand as he spoke. "You know, the reason you had all of the crystal furniture taken out of my room and replaced with wood."

"Ah," Twilight nodded, eyes widened. "That problem. Did something happen?"

"Well, no. I mean, kinda..." Spike put a hand to his chin as he mulled over the question. Had something actually happened, or was he just afraid that something might? "Put it this way: you know how I get when I'm around things I really like, like gemstones? I start thinking about them all the time, about collecting them and holding them and gorging myself on them and then..." he shuddered, the words feeling alien when he said them aloud, "And then it gets worse. I start to think about what it would be like to have all of the gemstones, and then it's not just those, it's everything I could ever get my claws on."

"Yeah, I'm familiar," Twilight said, her expression slightly pained. "Oh, Spike, I'm sorry if you're feeling that way again, I know how hard it gets for you. What is it? Is there something in the castle that you can't be around? Because you know I'll throw it away in an instant. Is there something I can do to make you feel better?" A moment passed before Twilight hopped up in her seat. "Oh, I know! I read a book on cognitive behavioural therapy, and it said that when you're dealing with addiction, the best thing to do is—"

"Twilight," Spike tutted, hand raised, "I told you this isn't something that you can just figure out, and I meant it. Besides... It's not really about the gems this time."

Twilight raised an eyebrow, her head cocking further. "Really? What's it about then?"

"It's... Well..." Spike felt himself beginning to rub the back of his neck, unable to meet Twilight's eyes. Turns out it was difficult to even talk around it. "Basically, there's somepony that's kind of like a gemstone to me, but not how dragons see them, how ponies see them. You know, precious, beautiful, attractive, captivating, all of that stuff."

"You mean Fluttershy?" Twilight asked, a small smile tugging at the edge of her lips.

Spike barely managed to repress the urge to jump out of his seat. "Wh-why would you assume that?"

"Just because I'm busy doesn't mean I'm blind, Spike," Twilight chuckled, a warm smile on her muzzle. "I realised that you like Fluttershy a long time ago, and I thought it was really nice, but I—" suddenly, Twilight's smile faded, and what took its place instead seemed vacant and deflated. "I never realised that something like that would cause you this much trouble. Is it Fluttershy that's making you feel like this?"

"Well, yeah—I mean no!" Spike shouted, accosting himself for the suggestion alone. "No, it's all me, but it's because I can't stop thinking about her. It used to be bearable, but things got, well, worse. Yesterday I went to see her for a little while, and, uhh, something happened."

"Something?"

Spike had no clue how he was going to come out with this, so he tried to avoid being direct as much as possible. "Yeah, something. Until yesterday I'd always managed to be around her as long as I was careful not to get too excited, but yesterday I got really worked up, and I started to feel like that again. In the end, I had to duck out and leave her, which I really didn't wanna do, but I was worried that something would happen if I stayed there any longer."

Twilight narrowed her eyes as she took in the information. "What were you worried might happen?"

Spike cast his eyes to the floor in regret. "Something bad, something that really could have damaged our friendship, and probably a lot more than that."

"You're saying 'something' a lot," Twilight asserted, snapping Spike's eyes back to her with a measured tone. "It's okay, Spike," she continued, allowing her voice to soften, its cadence relaxing and reassuring Spike, reminding him of all the times she had ever read to him. "You can tell me what's going on, I promise I won't be upset."

"You're sure?" he asked, consciously wrestling with the idea of explaining everything to her, weighing up the chances that she'd understand with the possibility of her being disgusted. "It's pretty weird," he admitted, knowing it was an understatement.

"I'm sure," Twilight assured him. "Whatever it is, I won't judge you."

"Well, okay..." Spike steeled himself, shaking off his doubts, and began to recount to Twilight exactly how he was feeling about Fluttershy, everything from the barely contained lust he was experiencing to the moments that he was sure she was teasing him yesterday, all the way to his feeling of instability afterwards and his dreams, although he left out some of the finer details of those for Twilight's sake. Throughout, Twilight nodded, her ears perking up at certain parts, her attention cast firmly on Spike the entire time, and by the time he had finished talking, their coffees had both gone cold.

"So what you're saying is that you feel this interminable compulsion to pursue a sexual relationship with Fluttershy, but you're scared that if you do, you'll awaken the greedy and malicious dragon inside of you?"

Spike nodded; he always hated Twilight's ability to sum a situation up in so little words, even if he was envious of it. "It's just that, and it's killing me, because more than anything I want to talk to her and work something out, not just for sex reasons but because I've liked her for a long time now, but at the same time, I'm scared, Twilight. What if we talked and something went wrong? What if I try and it turns out it was all just a big mistake?"

"Well, does it feel like a mistake?" Twilight asked, raising a hoof. "Think about it. When you look back to all the times you've talked to Fluttershy, does it feel the same as it does when you're talking to the rest of the girls? When she talks to other ponies, do you think she treats them the same way she does you? I mean, I've been one of her best friends for years, and I've never seen her sit in such a, uhh, relaxed manner before. Are you sure that doesn't mean something?"

Spike had already been considering that that might be the case, but even if it was so, it didn't do much to help his predicament. "There's still a good chance I could hurt her, I still don't know if I'd be able to keep myself under control when it got to the, uhh, other parts."

Twilight 'hmm'ed for a moment, then blinked in realisation. "You've surely talked to Ember about it before, right? How do dragons handle mating?"

"From what I understand, it's more of a physical contest," Spike recalled, thinking back to conversations from months prior. "Between the male and the female, I mean. They both fight to establish dominance, and then that fight continues through the course of lovemaking. From what Ember said, it's supposed to be really passionate..." The thought made Spike's face fall. "I just don't know if that would really be compatible with a pony, and it's what my body seems to want me to do, and that's at the very least."

"Huh, that's interesting," Twilight commented, grabbing a pen and pad and beginning to scratch down notes. "I'm surprised I never asked her about it before, come to think of it." Taking her eyes from the pad and clearing her throat, she looked back to Spike. "Well, if it is how you say, and that's what your physiology is telling you to do, then you probably couldn't have picked a better potential mate than Fluttershy."

Spike flinched so hard he almost knocked over his drink. "Fluttershy?" he choked out, incredulous. "This isn't about one dragon just having their way with the other, this is about two dragons being as rough as they can with one another. Fluttershy is, well, gentle, and soft, and not any of those things whatsoever."

"...I think she could surprise you."

"And how's that?" Spike asked.

"You do realise that we're potentially talking about the mare who has intentionally persisted on goading the big bad dragon, knowing that it might get this result?" Twilight laughed, shaking her head. "It's not like Fluttershy doesn't understand other species, she spends all of her time with animals. I wouldn't be surprised if she knew exactly what she was getting into."

Suddenly, like a spark flickering in the back of his mind, the thought clicked into place. "You're saying she might want me to be like that?"

"Hey, I said 'potentially'," Twilight reminded him. "But still, this is Fluttershy. She may be cute and innocent on the surface, but she's far from helpless. I imagine that if you tried what you dreamt up on her in real life, she wouldn't take it so easily. Then again, this is pure conjecture, and I could be totally wrong, but if your account is to be believed, I'd say there's a lot of merit in being direct with her about it. It's better to say how you feel than to let emotions fester, especially when they could become dangerous later."

"But I'm worried about them being dangerous now," Spike sighed, chewing his lip.

"And in my opinion, the longer you avoid her the stronger your feelings are going to get. Look at Rarity. It might have been a crush, but your feelings only started to fade once you stopped putting her on a pedestal. After that, it only took a little time for you to move past it. But you're older now, this could be something for you. Are you really going to run away from that because you're scared of your own shadow, Spike? Are you really not going to allow yourself at least a chance to be happy?"

Spike hadn't considered it like that, but when he did, it made a surprising amount of sense. Not only that, but it hurt a little, the thought that he was neglecting his own happiness out of fear that he would make a mistake. "You really think I should talk to her, huh?"

"I really do," Twilight smiled. "And I know you'll be okay, Spike. This might seem scary now, but once you've actually communicated with her, I'm sure you'll find things a lot easier. For better or worse, she's your friend, and Fluttershy is the absolute best at listening, always has been."

Spike didn't need to hear any more, his mind was made up. "Alright, Twilight, I guess I'll try. I guess I'll never really know unless I do, and I need to get over this stigma somehow. Any advice on how I should lead?"

"Just be yourself, Spike," Twilight said with her caring, maternal smile, filling Spike's chest with another warmth unlike the one he was growing accustomed to, the warmth of affection. "Fluttershy will always listen to you so long as you're honest."

"...You're right, that's Fluttershy all over. I know she will." A long breath, breathing in and breathing out, and Spike stood from the table, slowly walking over to the door. "I can do this... I can do this."

"Of course you can," Twilight grinned, "Now go tell her how you feel."

Spike turned on the spot, ready to go and do just that—or at least, prepare for it, as he still had hours spare—but a call from Twilight broke his concentration.

"And Spike!"

"Yeah?"

"If you do end up, well, sleeping with her," she whispered, her voice conspiratorially low. "Do you think you could record some thoughts and detail on the experience for me?" her voice began to speed up as she spoke, and Spike could almost feel the excitement pouring from her. "Inter-species mating between a pony and a dragon, it's unheard of! There are so many things we could learn from the data, so many things it could reveal about dragons!"

Spike slowly, tortuously turned on the spot, finding a giddy Twilight once again scribbling notes. "...Twilight, you do realise how strange that is to ask, right?"

"It's in the pursuit of knowledge!" Twilight defended, a small pout on her lip. "Please, Spike?"

"I'll think about it," Spike laughed as much as he didn't want to, hearing a stifled 'yes!' as he left the room. He was still incredibly confused as to what would come next but was at least feeling in slightly better spirits than he had been when he woke up that morning.

He knew one thing for sure. If he and Fluttershy did end up fucking, if it was anything like Spike pictured in his head, then Twilight was going to have a lot of data to sift through by the time they were finished.