With one clawed hand resting on his vanity, Spike stared at his reflection, pouted his lips, and carefully went to apply some harlequin lipstick. He’d successfully put on some blush, eye shadow, and eye liner, after a few failed attempts, so he was almost ready to see himself out - almost. Like most skills in life, using makeup took time, patience, and no small amount of practice - fortunately for him, he had one of the best teachers in the world.

“Spike,” a familiar voice called from just outside, “breakfast is almost ready!”

He took a deep breath, held it for a second, and slowly exhaled, having nearly flinched and smeared lipstick over his cheek. “Just a minute, Twilight.”

Hearing retreating hooffalls from the hallway, he finished with his makeup and stepped back to get a better look at himself. His teenage years had been an exceptionally awkward mixed bag; on one claw, he’d grown over a foot and lost the potbelly he’d had since he was a hatchling - on the other, he’d been promptly but politely turned down by the mare of his dreams - Ms. Rarity. He wouldn’t deny that he’d been heartbroken by the development, having spent months wallowing in depression, but the tumultuous time had led to a bit of self-discovery.

From the time he’d hatched, he’d spent nearly his entire life around mares. From the Elements of Harmony to the Princesses of Canterlot and the Crystal Empire, all his friends, mentors, and associates consisted almost exclusively of females, so it was no wonder that he’d never been compelled to embrace his masculine side - still, it came as a bit of a surprise when Celestia had approached him with a rather unique offer. If he couldn’t have a marefriend as beautiful and stunning as Rarity, why couldn’t he be somepony’s gorgeous, alluring special somepony?

For all intents and purposes, he was a failure of a man. The love of his life had abandoned him for some young stallion named Pistachio, he was the butt of more jokes than he could count, and he was as well-hung as a miniature colt. Somewhere along the line, through no conscious decision of his own, his subconscious had shifted gears. Since he had no chance in Tartarus of having a successful, conventional relationship, he figured he could make the mares who’d spurned him jealous.

She set down the lipstick, straightened up, and stepped back to get a better look at himself. Several weeks ago, he’d been a tall, gangly, almost goofy looking teenage boy - now, after several carefully administered potions and a small bit of sorcerous alterations, he could easily be mistaken for a svelte, curvaceous, head-turning girl - well mostly a girl. In spite of his perky, perfectly proportioned bust, egg-bearing hips, and an ass that could make even the straightest creature question their heterosexuality, he had the tiniest little bulge tucked away in his thong.

Turning in place, he flicked his tail up and hiked his miniskirt. His outfit left nothing to the imagination, but that’s exactly what he wanted. The clinging, turquoise fabric of his skirt, leggings, and crop top contrasted wondrously with the mulberry and pale green of his scaled hide. He wheeled around to face himself, gave his ensemble a final adjustment, and shot himself a wink for good luck before strutting to the door.

As he drifted down the winding hallways of the Castle of Friendship, his thoughts began to wander. Though he’d essentially swapped his old life for a new one, changing his appearance and how he presented himself, he had no interest in guys of any species. Be they griffons, yaks, ponies, dragons, or even changelings, most males were loud, domineering, and far too boorish for him, but that wasn’t a problem. It had taken him years to realize it, not fully grasping it until after he’d undergone his metamorphosis, but he’d spent his entire life with somepony intelligent, pretty, and kindhearted as all get-out - a mare who he hadn’t fully appreciated.

“Morning, Twilight,” he hummed, strolling into the kitchen and moving over to the coffee maker. “Your night go well?”

“Oh - um - yup, it sure did!” she anxiously chirped, ripping her eyes off the dragon’s backside. “How about yourself?”

Having poured himself a mug of java, Spike sighed and peered into his coffee. “I guess it was ok…”

He leaned against the kitchen counter and took a sip of his drink, drawing out the moment. Though he couldn’t put his claw on exactly when it had started happening, he knew for a fact that Twilight had taken a very keen, albeit reserved interest in his gradual transformation. There’d been a few times he’d caught her peeking at him over the last week or two, which had sparked an idea - since she seemed to like his new look, why not show himself off a little bit.

Reaching over and grabbing a spoon, after pouring some sugar into his coffee, he wandered over to the table and the seated alicorn. His relationship with Twilight was odd; on one hand, he considered the mare as something like a mother - on the other, the Princess was his closest, most cherished friend. He would never have thought he’d look at the nerdy little unicorn as anything other than a family member - then again, he wasn’t the only one who’d gone through a rather substantial change.

He’d known about alicorns since he was a hatchling, having met Celestia and Cadance more times than he could count as a hatchling, but he hadn’t realized that Twilight would gain more than just a pair of wings upon ascending. Ever since he was little, he’d never seen any sign of arousal from the mare, not even a hint of it, yet that wasn’t the case anymore. Along with sneaking less than wholesome glances at him, the Princess of Friendship had one other tell - a long, hard tell.

“So you have any plans for - darn it,” he cursed as his spoon fell to the floor and clattered between his feet.

Wheeling around, making sure his backside was leveled squarely in Twilight’s direction, he bent over to pick up the utensil. It was a dirty trick, knowing his thong and delicate little coin purse would be put on full display, but he didn’t care. Though he knew it was wrong, that showing himself off to somepony who was effectively his mom was beyond scandalous, the thrill of getting a figurative and hopefully literal rise out of her was simply too good to pass up.

“Spike, how many times do I have to tell you,” Twilight groaned, “that attire is not appropriate!”

Looking back with his face beside his knees, Spike pouted. “Why? It’s not like anypony other than us is here.”

It was a flimsy argument at best, but staying where he was allowed him to peek under the table. Sure enough, with just the slightest tease, Twilight’s stallionhood gradually eased itself from the dark flesh of its sheath. He swore he wasn’t gay, but there was something about a well-equipped mare that caused his blood to run hot. Slowly rising to his full height, he flicked a vividly colored crest away from his face and moved to his empty seat.

“Because it’s…it’s just not appropriate,” the Princess stammered, ignoring or ignorant of her blushing cheeks.

Spike rested his rack on the table and smirked. “Don’t blame me! Rarity was the one who suggested and made this ensemble for me - besides, it’s not like -”

Thunk

Startled by the sudden noise, he reared back. It almost sounded like something had knocked against the underside of the table, but that didn’t make sense. Twilight hadn’t budged, and he certainly hadn’t hit the piece of furniture himself, so he struggled to understand what had just happened. Slowly leaning to the side, he stopped when Twilight abruptly hopped from her chair.

“I…I’m going to go to my study to do some - uh - studying,” she croaked, beating a hasty retreat to the exit.

“You’re not even…” Spike trailed off as he spied the swinging, very erect cock bouncing beneath the fleeing alicorn.

Though he’d wanted to start the morning like normal, having breakfast with his friend before ultimately committing himself to whatever tedious tasks the day held for him, the revelation practically demanded he readdress his priorities. The right thing to do would be to eat, slip into something a bit more modest, then start on his chores, but that hardly seemed fitting. Twilight was clearly flustered and, if his assumption was right, suffering through a very protracted dry-spell - as such, it was his duty to look after the pent-up Princess the only way he knew how.

A quick trip to the bathroom to wash up and prepare himself gave him just enough time to lull Twilight into a false sense of security. It had only been a few minutes since he left the kitchen, but that was more than enough for him to come up with a deliciously depraved scheme. After being raised and looked after by the alicorn, it was the least he could do to help his friend with a bit of much-needed and well-deserved stress relief.

He slowed as he passed the end of his bed, stricken with inspiration. Having long since given up on having Rarity as a lover, he’d taken to less conventional means to get himself off. He couldn’t say if it had been due to self-pity, an open mind, his sexual frustrations, or some combination of the three, but he actually preferred to get off with his ass and deliciously ample chest instead of using his cock. Quickly crossing to his dresser, he opened his underwear drawer and retrieved his favorite butt plug and a bottle of lube.

If he was actually going to follow through with his plan, there was no point in half-assing it. He licked the plug, coated it in saliva, and reached behind himself. The sensation of cool crystal against his pucker sent a shiver up his spine, but he didn’t let that stop him. Exhaling and holding his thong aside with one hand, he popped the toy into his ass, straightened his attire, and strolled to the door.

The sound of his clawed toes tapping against the floor echoed through the cavernous hallways as his mind went wild. He’d considered putting the moves on Twilight before, but he’d always come up with some reason to hold himself back. She was older than him, their relationship was like that of a parent and child, and they were completely different species - that said, the sexual tension between them had been steadily growing. All things considered, one of two things was going to happen: either Twilight would turn him down and eventually forgive him, or they were going to find a new use for one another.

He stopped just outside the door of her office, lifted a hand, and softly knocked. “Twilight, are you in there?”

“What is it, Spike?” she inquired from within.

Though he was compelled to say something, he slowly exhaled, placed a hand on the doorknob, and let himself in. He’s learned so much from her and her friends, having accompanied them on more adventures than he could count, and he knew when to let his actions speak for himself. He put on his best come hither look, swayed his hips from side to side, and drew his forked tongue over his pouting lips as she looked up at him.

“Spike!” she bleated, frantically covering her groin with a book. “D…don’t I teach you to knock?!”

“I did knock,” he chuckled, clenching his ass and forcing the toy against his prostate.

He’d expected to find her reading or possibly doing some paperwork from the School of Friendship, but what he found was almost unbelievable. Laid across her sofa, with her back resting against one arm, she’d been stroking her dick with a wing. She’d concealed her nethers instantly, having magically seized a particularly massive tome from a nearby shelf to hide her shame, but she wasn’t fast enough. He’d caught her with her hoof in the cookie jar, and he couldn’t have been more pleased with the discovery.

Undeterred, with a knowing smirk splitting his muzzle, he sauntered over to her. “Twilight, I wanted to apologize…”

She quirked a brow and peered up at him in confusion. “Apologize? Apologize for what?”

“Apologize for not being there for you when you needed me,” he sighed, looming over her. Glancing down her body, seeing the glimmering, pre-cum slickened tip of her cock protruding from under the book, he felt his mouth start to water. “I’m sorry…”

“Spike, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she murmured, genuine concern tingeing her voice. “You’ve always worked so hard to grow and - um -” she faltered as she stared up at his heaving bosoms, “you’ve never done anything to disappoint me.”

Sinking to a knee beside her, he drifted closer. “But I have. You’ve been with me since I hatched, looking after me for all these years, and I haven’t fully thanked you.”

Twilight went flush, her jaw flapped noiselessly, and she either wouldn’t or couldn’t look away from the dragon’s tits. “It’s…it’s fine, seriously, there’s no need to - Mmmph?!?”

He struck with the ruthlessness of a viper, shooting forward and burying her face in his cleavage. It was a flawless attack, simultaneously stifling her and exacerbating her flustered state to the nth degree, but he wasn’t done with her yet - not by a long shot. Keeping one hand on the back of her head, ensuring she couldn’t escape, he reached down and delicately plucked the pesky tome from her grasp.

The moment he pulled the book free, her stallionhood sprang free and drooled in the open air. He’d seen her package before on numerous occasions, yet this was the first time he got to view it in all its full, turgid glory. As he held her to his expansive, soft chest, he peered down at her rigid cock in awe.

Twilight’s endowment was substantially bigger than he’d initially assumed it would be, appearing more like a fifth limb than a dick, and he wondered if he’d be able to handle her. He had a few toys he used on himself from time to time, ranging from plugs to a few dildos, but even his biggest one was only a fraction of the alicorn’s size. Snapped from his thoughts by her insistent wriggling, he relaxed his grip and allowed her to retreat.

“Spike, what the h…hay has gotten into you?” she squawked.

“If I’m lucky,” he seamlessly responded, leaning in and bringing his snout to her face, “you…”

Without waiting for a reply, he closed the gap between them and locked lips with her. She shuddered, her hooves flying up and sinking into his chest, but her resistance was halfhearted at best. His long, slick tongue pressed into her muzzle, he groaned softly, and his hand drifted down her frame. If she didn’t get the hint after this, she may be even more dense than he thought.

She trembled as he wrapped his fingers around her length, her eyelids fluttering and hips spontaneously bucking. It was no secret that she was a spinster, having never had nor pursued any romantic interests in the past, but he was going to fix that. Considering he wasn’t technically related to her, and how comfortable they were around one another, it made a bit of sense that they could elevate their relationship to an entirely different level.

Locking eyes with him as he broke their kiss and withdrew his tongue, she fidgeted anxiously. “S…Spike, are you sure that -”

“Sssssssssh,” he hissed, pressing a clawed digit to her lips. “Just sit back, relax, and let Spike take care of everything.”

Getting to his knees beside her, he swung his focus from her face to her nethers. Though he was doing everything he could to act casual, leaning heavily on all the adult material he’d consumed over the years, his nerves and raging libido warred for dominance. It was one thing to read a spicy romance novel, but it was quite another to enact a passionate scene in real life. He shuffled to the side, moving toward her groin, and hungrily peered down at her cock.

A small, nagging part of him told him this was wrong, that doing anything sexual with Twilight would be tantamount to incest, but another, far stronger portion of his id bolstered his resolve. It was now or never, the iron was hot, and he wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. Leaning forward, pressing his nose to the base of her shaft, he drew a breath through his nose.

A musky bouquet hit him like a ton of bricks, setting his heart aflutter. He’d always known Twilight smelled good, like a combination of lavender and old paper, but yet the fragrance of her package was almost overpoweringly strong. He took a second and third breath, basking in the incredible smell of her goods, while he continued lazily stroking her dick.

“Gosh - you smell amazing,” he whispered, peeking up to her face.

Her eyes lay glued to his barely covered ass, staring at his tush like she’d never seen it before, which gave him a moment for pause. Though he’d intended on starting things with a kiss and a blowjob, he wasn’t opposed to being a bit flexible. Getting to his feet, he lifted a leg and nodded down at her.

“Move over just a bit and slide down,” he softly intoned.

Doing as asked, she scrunched her snout. “Aren’t you - Ooooooooooh.”

She fell silent as he crawled over top of her. It was honestly pretty cute - for one of the most intelligent ponies in all of Equestria, a literal genius, she was painfully naive when it came to amorous affairs. He was still a virgin himself, sure, but his perverse enthusiasm for all things passionate gave him a massive handicap with the exchange. With his knees beside her torso, breasts on her groin, and ass mere inches from her face, he snickered to himself.

“Just pull that plug out and - Eeep!” he squeaked as the toy was wrenched out of his backdoor.

“S…sorry,” she sputtered, flinging the crystalline plug away.

“It…it’s fine,” he sighed, feeling the cold air against his winking, slightly gaped hole.

Pulling his top downward and unveiling his breasts, he peered down at her dick. Aside from giving him jaw-dropping curves, there was a reason he’d decided to give himself an absolutely killer rack. As he lowered himself onto his elbows, taking one tit in each hand, he sandwiched her length in his cleavage and opened his mouth.

He lowered his head and filled his muzzle with her stallionhood, shuddering as her tongue ran from his coin purse to his backdoor. Years prior, back when he’d been an ignorant, goofy little kid, he would never have imagined he’d end up fooling around with Twilight, let alone having his first sexual experience with her, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him - if anything, the taboo nature of their tryst only compounded his arousal.

His instincts and lecherous predilections took hold, guiding his every move. As he bobbed his head, rhythmically bumping the back of his throat with her cock-head, he massaged her shaft with his bosoms. Being a busty boy definitely had its perks, not the least of which being the ability to give a tit-job, and he was glad to finally have the chance to put his knockers to good use.

Bucking back against her face, he filled his lungs and steadied himself. She tasted just as good as she smelled, having the masculine strength of a stallion with the feminine appeal of a mare, but he couldn’t get ahead of himself. He’d only throated dildos on a handful of occasions, attempting to wrestle his gag reflex into submission, and he hoped his practice was about to pay off.

He forced himself downward, drove her into his gullet, and fought the urge to gag. It was a brazen, foolish move, attempting to fellate something so massive on his very first time, but he wasn’t deterred. The old adage of go big or go home rang clearly in his mind, providing all the motivation he needed to continue. Lower and lower he crept, feeling his neck bulge from the titanic intrusion, until his lips met her thick medial ring.

“B…buck,” Twilight mewled, apparently taken aback by his skill.

Not wanting to withdraw, but with his throat spasming uncontrollably, he reared back and cleared his airway. “You l…like - Cough - that?”

She leaned to the side and sheepishly smiled. “Y…yeah, it’s g…great.”

“Just wait until we get to the main event,” he quietly tittered, invitingly rolling his hips from side to side.

“Lemme just…” she began, her horn glowing softly in the dim light.

With a flash and pop of displaced air, Spike suddenly found himself atop her on her bed. He hadn’t anticipated things moving as quickly as they were, half-expecting her to turn down his impassioned advance, so it took him a moment to collect himself. It felt wrong to rush and end the blowjob, but he really, really wanted to move things along.

Feeling her nuzzle his tush, he pushed her head back with his tail. He was almost certain she was a virgin, unless she’d snuck off with a lucky mare or femcolt behind his back, so he wanted to make the moment as special as he could for her. Considering she meant the world to him, she’d saved his bacon a number of times, and she’d given her blessing for him becoming the buxom, seductive dragon he’d become, he owed her the very best he could deliver.

He crawled down her body and off of her before turning around to face her. Though he was pretty sure she was just as ready to rut him as he was to get his brains fucked out, there was one small thing he wanted to do first. Rearing back on his knees, he ripped his top up and over his head. While he tried not to be haughty, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of his body.

“Be honest, Twilight ~ you’ve been dying to get your hooves on these sweater puppies,” he mused, playfully squeezing his tits between his upper arms.

Her stallionhood angrily slapped against her belly, smearing her abdomen with pre-cum and saliva, as she reverently nodded. It was cute to see her so out of sorts - a little sad, but cute. She’d devoted her entire adult life to her friends and saving Equestria, taking no time for her own carnal needs, but he was going to fix that. Falling onto all fours, placing his hands to either side of her hips, he wrapped his lips around her stallionhood.

The spontaneous sixty-nine had been a darn good opening act, but being able to suck her off properly was far better. Not only could he see her face, relishing the blissful expression she bore, but he had access to the most sensitive parts of her dick. One of, if not the best thing about being a guy was that he knew all the best ways to service a cock.

His tongue ran along the underside of her stallionhood, he smashed her shaft between his tits, and he drew his lips up and down her shaft. He was so hard that it hurt, his pathetic little nub of a tool staining the interior of his thong with pre-cum, but he ignored it. If - no, when she plowed the cum out of him, he swore he’d never touch his pitiful little prick ever again.

He took his time and savored the salty flavors washing over his palate, the scent in his sinuses, and seeing her in such a vulnerable state were the hottest things he’d ever experienced. The situation couldn’t have been more perfect. He had her wrapped around his finger, enthralled by his beguiling looks and his long, muscular tongue, and he’d only just started. So long as he played his cards right, she’d make the transition from a mother to a lover before the day was out.

Bobbing and twisting his head, enjoying himself entirely too much, he fully committed himself. There were few things he’d wanted to do more than to get some amorous action, so he committed the moment to memory. On the off chance that this was a one time thing, there was no way in Tartarus that he wasn’t going to use the exchange as masturbatory inspiration for the rest of his days.

“S…Spike,” she muttered, her stallionhood pulsing harder than ever, “I…I’m getting close.”

The admission brought him back to the present and cleared his thoughts. As happy as he was that he was doing a fine job, he couldn’t let her blow a load in his mouth. He pushed himself up and shied away. Though he could have done any number of things, from riding her cowgirl to rolling over and spreading his legs, there was one option that rose head and shoulders above the rest.

He turned away from her, bent forward at the waist, and pressed his tits to the mattress. Presenting himself in such a fashion, bent over like a bitch in heat, was the best test he could think of. If she wanted him as badly as he thought she did, she’d have to take the initiative and mount him.

“Thanks for the warmup,” he cooed, reaching back and spreading his cheeks. “Now how about you punish me for being such a bad little dragon.”

Moving with downright frantic speed, she scrambled to her hooves and practically flung herself upon him. Her forelegs locked over his hips, her weight settled on his back, and she began blindly thrusting away like a lust-crazed, lucky colt on prom night. Slipping one arm lower, he reached between his splayed thighs, gingerly grasped her pistoning cock, and guided it to his entrance.

He could have given her some encouragement, yet her zeal more than made up for her lack of experience. No sooner did her cock-head grace his pucker than she braced herself and crammed nearly half her length into him, causing a stifled whimper to creep past his pouting lips - sadly, he was given little time to acclimate to the immense intrusion. There was no pause, nor was there a gradual escalation of intensity - no, Twilight started hammering his ass like it was the last thing she would ever do.

“Oh sweet Celestia -” she groaned, her fat, weighty balls beating against his comparably miniscule coin purse, “this feels amazing!”

Though he tried to reply, the most he could manage was a series of hushed, feminine grunts as she drove the air out of his lungs. There’d been one occasion when he’d brashly shoved his two favorite dildos into himself, a moment which had left him both sore and extremely gratified, yet that couldn’t compare to the overwhelming enormity of being railed by Twilight. Besides having a dick that would put most stallions to shame, her reckless, merciless rutting quickly robbed him of all the confidence he’d gotten throughout the foreplay.

Feeling an odd sensation in his abdomen, he shakily pushed himself up on his forearms and peered past his wildly swaying breasts. He could have sworn he felt her in his stomach, reshaping his insides into a Princessly cock-sleeve for her wanton needs, yet he’d had no way of knowing just how right he’d been. Spying the imprint of her stallionhood within his flat belly, the tip of her shaft nearly reaching his rib cage, he gulped.

Yeah, he was definitely going to be walking kind of funny for a few days - that was if he could even walk at all. Balancing on one arm, he lifted a hand to tweak and pull one of his nipples. Staying relaxed and enjoying her onslaught were the only two things he could do, though the former would be herculean compared to the latter. He twisted his head, peeked up at her, and noticed an odd, almost wolfish grin on her face.

“You’ve been wanting this the whole time ~ haven’t you?” she growled, the harsh question juxtaposed to the timid little mare she’d been minutes prior.

Taken aback, feeling his pupils contract to razored slits, Spike struggled to comprehend what was happening. He’d teased her a bit, sure, and he’d playfully asked for some punishment, but he couldn’t have fathomed she’d suddenly become so serious. Before he could utter a thing, she draped herself over his back, pushed a forehoof to the back of his head, and drove his face into the bed sheets.

“All this - Mmmph - time taunting me, showing off that fat ass and - Huff - those obscene tits of yours,” she continued, her words punctuated by the meaty slaps of her hips impacting his cushiony backside, “and you - Nnnnf - didn’t think this would happen?”

“I…I’m - Aaaaahn - s…sorry,” he somehow managed to whine.

Without breaking her breakneck pace, she brought her muzzle to the side of his head. “This is your fault. Since you’re going to parade yourself around like a whore, that’s exactly how I’m going to treat you…”

“Y…yesh,” he slurred, skyrocketing toward release.

“What are you?” she pressed, breathing hotly into his ear.

“Your whore!” he wailed, bucking back against her. “I’m your needy little slut.”

She ground her thick medial ring against his p-spot, pushing him right to his limit, before she shifted her snout and bit his collar. The trace of pain mingled with the mind-numbing pleasure washing over him, driving him past his limit in the blink of an eye. He came in his thong instantly, his semi-flaccid prick coating his panties with watery jizz. Darned if he knew where all this was coming from, but he’d never seen this side of her.

Somehow or another, a switch had been flicked within Twilight. The soft-spoken, socially awkward pony he’d grown up around was gone, replaced by a domineering, very assertive dickmare. As he sank his claws into the blanket, drooling uncontrollably, his eyes rolled wildly. Reduced to little more than a living, breathing outlet for her pent-up urges, he embraced his newfound role with open arms.

He came more times than he could count, with each climax being more devastating than the last, until he was a quivering, braying heap atop the bed. To call Twilight a she-stud would be an understatement. In his eyes, calling Twilight the Princess of Breeding would be a more apt title than the Princess of Friendship. By the time he sensed her stallionhood starting to flare, her pounding hips becoming a blur, he felt like he was losing his grip of sanity.

Hilting him with all the grace of a meteoric impact, she shuddered and flooded him with her seed. The influx was monumental, bloating his gut and filling him with pint after pint of her rich, virile load, and it brought with it the most devastating orgasm of his life. There was no going back; after that moment, being claimed by somepony he’d always looked up to and admired, a sliver of his consciousness understood that he was no longer her adopted son - he was her bitch.

As she collapsed atop him, he crumpled to the sheets. It was a wonder he hadn’t blacked out, yet he hadn’t succumbed to the sweet, nirvanic oblivion which threatened to consume him. Falteringly looking over at her, seeing her face just beside him, he wearily smiled. He couldn’t have predicted a simple bout of seduction would result in him looking astonishingly gravid, but he wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

He didn’t say a word as he shakily kissed her. He’d always done his best to make her happy or proud, and this was no different. It was as if life had brought them to this juncture, fate forcing their hands and helping them understand that they were practically made for one another, yet they’d both been blind to what their relationship could have been all along.

His heart skipped a beat when she returned the deep, impassioned kiss. Of all the things he’d longed for, he’d never known Twilight would give him the one thing he desired most - true, romantic love. Only time would tell how their relationship changed, if she’d become the mate of his dreams, but something told him that she wouldn’t disappoint him - after all, she never had and he doubted she would ever let him down…

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