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Chomping on the Bit	By : RagingSemi Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 8585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Chomping on the Bit
- 1
Twilight was cleaning up the loft. Normally, Spike would have done the chores, but she wanted to do them herself today. It was, after all, “Dragon Assistant Appreciation Day.” It had said so right on the calendar. It’s not that she didn’t appreciate Spike every day of the year without a calendar to tell her so. But she felt like the calendar gave her a good excuse to really appreciate him with some gusto. So that’s why she was cleaning up the place.
Twilight got to Spike’s little basket at the foot of her bed. She hadn’t had to clean up after him since he was just a little baby. She pulled up his blanket to throw it in the hamper for washing. A small book fell out. Twilight didn’t recognize it, and she could at least recognize most of the books in their library. It must be his bedtime reading material, she thought to herself. She reflexively opened it and started flipping through.
It was Spike’s diary. She could tell that almost right away. Part of her wanted to stop reading immediately. In fact, she could almost hear Pinkie Pie’s voice telling her to stop right now or she’d lose Spike forever. But she couldn’t stop. Part of the reason was her natural curiosity, another part was her habit of finishing every book she started. There were... naughty things in Spike’s diary. Fantasies. That didn’t surprise her and she certainly didn’t think less of Spike for it. She had some pretty embarrassing stuff in her own diary, so she was no pony to judge.
A lot of it was about Rarity. That didn’t surprise Twilight either.   Obviously the little player had a hard-on for Rarity since the day they met. But there were other ponies in here to. Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Applebloom, Cheerilee... and then Twilight started to read about herself.
She had to sit down on her bed, the shock was so intense. She had just made her own bed. The star and moon print bed spread was still warm out of the dryer. In all her time and in all her studies of friendship, Twilight had never even considered Spike’s feelings before. She felt a little ashamed of herself for not seeing what was right in front of her. This happened with alarming regularity. It’s not like Twilight was a mother figure to Spike. She wasn’t even all that much older, as she had been a little filly herself when she hatched him. She felt more like he was a little brother, although she realized Spike had no reason to feel the same way. She was a bit older then him, something like an authority figure to him, but much closer to a friend. They lived under the same roof and slept in the same room. They had been there for each other, and taken care of each other. They had been through adventure together, fighting off the diamond dogs for instance. It was no wonder that Spike had feelings for her.
Twilight unconsciously laid backwards on her bed, holding his diary above her. She read about the things that Spike wanted to do to her. And why. Twilight had no idea he had such an imagination. Or, for that matter, that he was such a romantic at heart. Twilight slowly started to slide her front hoof down her body. It ended up between her hind legs. There was probably more objective material in here about her than there was about Rarity. Spike did write that he thought Rarity was prettier than Twilight. Twilight didn’t mind him writing that, she had to agree to it herself. She didn’t think much of her own looks. But reading the diary, it seemed like Spike cared a lot more for Twilight and always had. He never brought it up because they were so close, he thought she would automatically spurn him, and ruin the solid relationship that they already had.
Twilight used her magic to levitate the book above her. She lowered her other hoof between her legs and rubbed harder. And deeper. She shut her eyes, only opening them occasionally to read another sentence or two.
She wished she had know sooner.

Spike got home from Whitey Pulp’s stationary store. He had a bag full of nice new scrolls and inks and pens. He was very proud of himself. Twilight had given him the morning off. He didn’t know why and he didn’t care to ask. He was just thankful to have such a lucky day.

Spike stopped in his tracks. Twilight was standing right in front of him in the library’s lobby. She had a funny looking smile on her face.
“What did I do?” he asked, feeling his luck fade away.
“Nothing,” she said.
“Well, then what did you do?” he asked. “Is it a big mess?”
“No, nothing’s wrong.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
“It’s Dragon Assistant Appreciation Day!”
“Dragon what?”
“Assistant Appreciation Day!”
“There’s a day for that?”
“Spike,” Twilight said. “I know how hard you work to help me out. And I’m really grateful for it. Even if I don’t always show it. Err... hardly ever show it. So I wanted to make it up to you. Spike? I appreciate you. You’re very good to me. So whatever it is that you want to do today? Your wish is my command.”
“Really?”
“Uh huh.”
“Anything?”
“Absolutely.”
“Can I...,” he paused.
“Yes?” asked Twilight?”
“Can I have the rest of the afternoon off too?”
“Um... sure.”
“Oh wow,” breathed Spike. “This really is my lucky day.”
“Um, Spike...”
“I still get my full allowance, right?”
“Of course.”
“Phew.”
“Spike, of all the things in the world you could possibly want to do, and with me, just taking the day off is it?”
“Well, we could go fishing...”
“Spike,” she started getting frustrated.
“You could help me find some jewels. I’m pretty hungry...”
“Spike!”
“Go out for lunch...”
“SPIKE!”
“Maybe catch a movie...”
“SPIKE I READ YOUR DIARY!” She didn’t mean to say that quite so loud. Or at all.
Spike’s jaw slowly dropped open. He turned beet red at the same time. “How... dare you! I can’t believe you! You’re horrible! How could you!” he tried to scream all at once.
“Spike...”
“How could you betray my trust like that? Oh god, this is so embarrassing? I can’t even look you in the eye after...”
“Spike, I want to do what you wrote in the book!” she screamed again before he could go any further.
Spike’s jaw nearly dislocated when it couldn’t drop any further. “Are you serious?”
“Uh huh. I mean if you want to. It’s your special day after all.”
“Even page 107?”
“Especially page 107. If that’s what you want.”
“What about... something I’ve always wanted to do but never wrote down?”
“Um,” she was suddenly worried. His diary had already been pretty imaginative. She couldn’t think of what on earth he hadn’t already written down. “Sure,” she said anyway.
“Can we do some roleplaying?” he asked.
“Excuse me?” she hadn’t heard.
Spike shut his eyes and concentrated on getting the words out. “Can we do some roleplaying? Twilight, can I ride you?” Spike opened one eye. She was smiling at him.

They started on Twilight’s bed. She had a thing about him getting on her bed, because of his shedding. But it was seasonal so there was no problem now. Twilight’s covers had long since cooled from the drier. But they were still nice and soft. Not as soft as Twilight, Spike thought to himself.

Spike was brushing Twilight. He had an assortment of brushes laid out on the bed. They were both comfortable and relaxed, laying in the sunshine as it streamed through the window. Twilight usually just used magic to brush herself in the morning. She never had any idea just how sensuous it could feel.
Spike started with her mane. Twilight rolled her head back and closed her eyes. Spike was very careful around her horn. He knew how sensitive it could be. Still, he occasionally rubbed the brush up against the base of it, as if to tease her.
Spike switched brushes and went to work on her coat. He rubbed her down vigorously. It was almost like a massage. He started with the muscles in her neck, and then slowly moved all the way down her back to the base of her tail. He brushed large circles around the curve of her hips. Done with her back, Twilight rolled over, belly up. Spike started again at her neck and worked down. He brushed her chest, and then stroked up her front legs. He brushed her belly. She was surprised at how good it could feel, and how erotic. Spike stroked lower. She was completely exposed to him, but he didn’t say a thing. He focused completely on brushing her coat. Spike stroked lower, and then down around her love, but without touching it. He brushed up her thighs and calves.
Finally, Spike switched brushes again and Twilight turned back over so that he could brush her tail. He took a long time, making sure every hair was nice and straight. He kept brushing long after he needed to. There was a part of him that didn’t want to stop. He put the brush down and she turned her head back to him.
“Shall I get dressed?” she asked.
“Uh huh,” he nodded.
Twilight got up and off the bed. She felt like a million bits. She walked over to the dresser and Spike followed. “Which saddle would you like?” she asked as she pulled open the top drawer.
“Um,” said Spike. “How about the blue one? The one with the fleece?”
“OK,” she said. “Would you like to cinch it?”
“Could you... squeeze into it?’
Twilight got onto her hind legs and lifted the saddle high into the air. She pulled it down around her front legs, then over her head. It got caught a bit around her shoulders, so Spike got behind her and help pull it further down. It was a tight fit. He had to get his little claws between the leather strap and her soft coat and pull. Finally he got it squeezed down around her belly and made sure it was on straight. Twilight got down on all fours again and Spike checked the stirrups.
“How about a bridle?” Twilight asked.
“Uh... how about the decorative one. With all the sequins.”
“You got it. Bit or no bit?”
“Bit. Please.”
“Alright, at least to start out. I won’t want it the whole time. Can you help me put this on?”
Spike carefully lifted the rein over her shoulders. Twilight opened her mouth for him. He delicately placed the bit between her teeth and she smiled to let him know she was perfectly comfortable. She lowered her head, and he raised the crownpiece up and over her horn and behind her ears.   He was as autious as if he were crowning the princess herself. Once he had the bridle on, he cinched up all the straps.
“Ow I ook,” she asked.
“Holy guacamole,” he said. “I’ve never seen you look more beautiful before.”
“Ooo eady?”
“Am I ever!”

The lobby of the library was a quiet place, even when it was open. It had been closed since Spike got home from the store and Twilight had locked the door behind him. There was barely any noise except for the ticking of the clock and the chiming of the hour.

Suddenly, the noise was broken by a cacophony. Iron shod hooves banged down the stair case. Twilight leaped down the last several stairs and flew into the room.
“Ha ha!” shouted Spike, mounted on her back. He had a large pot on his head. He waved around a yard stick as if it were a lance. He had his blanket around his neck as if it were a cape.
Twilight reared up on her hind legs and neighed furiously. She pawed at the air with her hooves.
“Onward, faithful steed!” Spike shouted. “We must rescue the fair maiden Princess Twilight from the evil Dragon King!”
Twilight neighed wildly again. Then she got down on all fours and stomped on the floor with her front hoof and snorted. She took off. Spike would have fallen if not for the stirrups and reins. Twilight started to leap over each piece of furniture as if they were fences and she were in a jumping show. This time Spike came out of the stirrups and could only hold onto the reins. Twilight stopped as she cleared the last obstacle. She waited for Spike to regain his balance, and then get his feet back into the stirrups. She started stepping sideways and backwards, which was a bit tricky for a pony as nonathletic as she was. Finally, she turned towards the cellar door. Spike raised his yardstick lance. “Hark!,” he shouted. “A cave! Surely this is the lair of the evil Dragon King! Forward, my lovely steed. We must make haste before the villain can rob the fair damsel of her virtue!” Twilight neighed and then charged for the door. “Excelsior!” Spike shouted as the went flying through.
The commotion on the first floor of the library mostly died down, except for the loud noises from the basement. There were the noises of Spike shouting, Twilight neighing, a large piece of Twilight’s lab equipment tipped over and crashed to the floor. There was a miscellany of crashes, bangs, squeaks, and other assorted noises. Finally, the clopping of Twilight’s hooves coming back up the stairs, presumably having defeated the Dragon King.
Spike’s impromptu helmet was missing. His lance was snapped in half. The pair did a victory lap around the library, Twilight trotting all the way. They then went back upstairs to their loft to enjoy the pleasure of their spoils.
The peace of the first floor of the library returned.

Twilight leaped gracefully over the foot board of her bed and landed square in the middle of her mattress. She looked back at Spike and he looked down at her. Both blushed. Neither said anything. Their little game reached its natural and more serious conclusion. Twilight bucked her hind-end up. Spike lost the stirrups again, but held onto the rein. He landed on his belly on Twilight’s back. She made smaller bucking movements. Each time he moved a little further up her back. Each time she moved her butt a little further into the air and her face a little closer to the pillow.

Soon she stopped. Her back legs were straight and her ass high in the air. Her ear was buried into the pillow. Spike was resting almost directly on top of her ass. He had his arms stretched out and the reins were pulled as far back as they could go.
Spike tried to assess his position. The middle of his body was comfortably resting right between Twilight’s two cheeks. From the scale of his small body, Twilight’s ass was very large and round. Her cheeks were muscular, especially while flexing in this position. But they were also still soft. Twilight pulled her tail out of the way. She was ready. Spike could feel it; her wetness was all over his scales. She seemed to like dressing up even more than he did.
Spike started to rub himself against her, humping her. His abdominal scales were rubbing up and down against her pussy. He could feel her wetness spreading up and down his body. She started moving her ass up and down just a bit, shifting him up and down on her. He could feel she was getting impatient.
Spike could feel it coming. The tip of his dick started to slide out from between two of his scales. He grabbed her coat with the reins still in his hands and positioned himself perfectly. He could feel his scales being shoved aside for his erection. The tip entered straight away into Twilight’s pussy. She grunted in delight with the bit still in her mouth. Spike’s rock hard cock slid from his own body and into Twilight’s. Then Twilight set to work.
She started bucking him gently. He had no leverage to work with, but she had good control. Each time he bounced up, his dick came sliding out and then fell back in again. Spike relaxed his body except for his grip on the reins and enjoyed the fucking. Twilight carefully balanced him as she bucked him. Sometimes she would bend her knees, sometimes she would pull on the reins. Eventually she started to get the hang of it, and started to buck harder. Sometimes he would come popping out of her, and she would chomp at the bit until he could stick it back in. Once they both got a better feel for it, he too started to pull on the reins as he descended. She started flexing her ass cheeks as she caught him inside of her.
Spike was living a dream. She felt so soft and wet. And so incredibly warm compared to his cold blood. The sensation was so intense. He couldn’t control himself. He started to come already. He could feel it moving from deep inside of him, and then down through his shaft and out into Twilight. It was too fast. It was too good. He needed to settle down. Spike found it difficult to concentrate. Twilight was still bucking, and harder than ever. He didn’t think she had noticed him cumming. He moved his tail down between his legs, and up between Twilight’s.
He touched the end of it to Twilight’s clit. She stopped bucking and screamed into her pillow. She hadn’t been expecting it. Spike rubbed her off with the arrowhead shaped portion of his tail. Twilight’s ass cheeks occasionally spasmed and flexed in uncontrolled delight. Spike could feel himself start to grow soft inside of her. He didn’t have much time. He moved his tail up to the base of his cock. Then, pointing the tip down, he started to slide his tail into Twilight.
She moaned underneath him and he kept pushing it in. Each time the flexible finss on his tail folded under her clit, his tail jerked in a little more. He dropped the reins and let it fall around her head. He grabbed a hold of her ass. He had a better hold now that he was more dug in. Twilight remained motionless, except for the random involuntary quivering. He started pushing himself up and letting himself down, driving both his cock and his tail into her pussy at the same time.
She was loving it. He had to dig his claws into her coat to keep from losing his balance when she started to heave her ass violently upwards. Spike’s limp dick popped out. He looked down at it. The little red shaft was slowly retreating back within his scales. It dribbled a little drop of white cum right in the center of her asshole, and then was gone. Twilight started to scream into her pillow, the bit still in her mouth. Spike could tell she was about to come. His tail was sopping wet. He slid his tail all of the way in and started flexing it so that it was as hard as a brick. Page ninety two, he thought to himself. He let go with his hands and remained firmly inside of her. Then he started to jackhammer. Her whole body shook. There were vibrations within vibrations. The whole frame of the bed started to shake. Twilight tried to scream again, but it came out with a stutter.
Twilight fell over to her side. Spike spilled out onto the bed. Her face now out of the pillow, she opened her mouth wide and screamed despite the bit. All four of her legs kicked randomly and wildly as she came. Her legs slowed down as it slowly faded. When she slowly opened her eyes and assessed her situation, Spike was cuddling against her back, stroking her mane.
They rested there for a long time in the afterglow. The afternoon sun slowly moved across the bed. Eventually Twilight rolled over to face him. He removed the bit from her mouth. She looked down at the featureless scales of his belly.
“Did you cum?” she asked.
He nodded.
“So did I.”
“I noticed.”
“Are you ready to go again?” she asked.
“Are you serious?”
“It’s still your special day, isn’t it?” It was still only mid afternoon.
“Just a minute,” he said.
She placed the tip of her hoof right up to the bottom of his chin, right where his abdominal scales started. She started counting down each of his scales. “1... 2... 3...” Spike didn’t know what she was doing at first. Twilight was a good study of dragon anatomy. She got down to her desired scales, and she kissed him right between them. He moaned and grabbed her head by her ears. She very delicately wedged her tongue up between his scales. She could feel the tip of his dick on the tip of her tongue. It started to slide out into her eager mouth. When she could get her lips around the head she started to stuck it out. Soon it popped out fully erect into her mouth. Spike squeezed her ears as hard as he could without hurting her. She could taste herself on his cock. She rolled him over onto his back and started fellating him as fast as she could. It was easy to fit the whole thing into her mouth. She took the whole thing in and sucked as hard as she could. He screeched.   Then she slowly slid it out of her mouth, except for the head. She circled the hole at the tip with her tongue.
“Turn around,” he whispered. She looked up at him with her big purple eyes, still servicing him. “Turn around,” he repeated. She popped his cock out of her mouth, got up, and turned around, straddling his head.
“You’re body’s not long enough,” she said.
“I don’t care, he said. “Come here.” He grabbed her by her thighs and pulled her down on top of his face. He eagerly licked up the dark purple lips of her pussy, and then down the middle. He tickled her clit and watched as her bright pink inner lips slowly got wetter and wetter. He shoved his face up into her and jammed in his tongue. Twilight couldn’t do anything but let herself be pleased. She couldn’t reach his cock to return the favor from this position. She had wanted to please him today, and instead he was paying more attention to her, as always.
When she started to feel him flagging, she hoped up off of him, and rolled onto her back. “Oh!” she said dramatically, “poor innocent me!” Spike sat up to see what she was up to. “Here I am. Poor innocent virginal Princess Twilight, at the hands of the evil Dragon King! Oh, what will he do to me?” Spike grinned and started to crawl up her body. He unhooked her bridle, pulled it off of her and threw it to the floor. “Oh!” she gasped. He uncinched her saddle and pulled it out from underneath her. “He’s ravishing me! Help! Where’s my hero?” She spread her legs wide for him. He got in between them, and plunged his cock into her. “My virtue! I’m ruined,” she cried, and then she shut up and let him work.
She looked down at him. He was pumping away furiously. He was finally paying attention to his own needs, exactly as she wanted him too. She watched his face. He was deep in concentration. She reached down and started to stroke his face. She reached up and stroked his fin. He started to cum. She smiled as he lost coordination. His hips pumped erratically. He pulled out his cock and shot his load on her belly, leaving dozens of little white droplets on her white coat. Then he collapsed into bed, exhausted.
Twilight pulled him up and rested his head on her pillow. She slowly peppered kisses all over his face. Sometimes she kissed him on the lips and slid her tongue in quickly, but mostly she focused on his cheeks and temple.
“Twilight?” he slowly opened his eyes.
“What is it, tiger?” she asked.
“Can I ask something?”
“Anything.”
“Can I sleep with you tonight? I mean in your bed?” It was still early. There was plenty to do before they would sleep.
“Sure thing, hot stuff,” she said.
“And can I groom you again in the morning?”
“Of course. We can do anything you’d like.”
“Anything? Really?”
“Spike,” she said. “I appreciate you every day of the year.”
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