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Luck Before You Sleep	By : Demon_Casket Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 13156 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shake Your Tail

It was already late afternoon when Spike began to wake. He shifted left and shifted right a bit, relieving and also introducing his leg to more wetness. He remembered then where he was. The shadows were already growing long as he began to open his eyes, and gone was the refracted dance of sunlight that spilled out from the fountain. He began reaching around his chest, looking for Rainbow’s wild mane of musky yet womanly delicious perfumed hair, but, only a trace of it wafted from where her head once rested upon him. It was a bit lonely then. Spike could use at least a little, lingering company from her.
“Hnnnnhhhh…guess she went inside…” Spike groaned as he rose, blinking the sleep from his eyes and scratching the area at the back of his head that was previously lying upon the stone of the bench. He retrieved his wet and somewhat wrinkly leg from the fountain’s pool and wrung out its fur.
Spike looked around, taking in the quiet and the sights, listening to a light birdsong coming from some nearby bush and watching the golden rays of sunlight slowly make way for the cool evening shade. It was getting lonely, and a bit chilly, so, he wandered back towards the sanctuary of Rarity’s tower.
After a minute or two, taking the long way out of the maze, Spike had made his way across the gardens and into the kitchen. None of the girls were there. So, he strolled on forwards to the lounge, where all the girls were situated in a sort of school circle around Miss Luna. Upon hearing Spike’s footsteps, they turned and regarded him…with a somewhat troubled look upon their faces. Some of the girls were forcing a half grin while the others were facing him, yet, they looked away with an air of disappointment.
“Hey, ladies,” Spike broke the silence, “…uh…what’s goin’ on?”
The young ladies began fidgeting then, looking this way and that, scratching the backs of their heads and shuffling their feet. They also looked at each other, with an urging gaze in their eyes, as if they wanted anyone other than themselves to say something.
Rarity, looking downward and pursing her lips together, gathered up the courage and stepped forward. “…Ehm, Spiike…we…I’m dreadfully sorry, but, we have some bad news that’s…a good deal troublesome to impart.”
‘Bad news’, Spike pondered. It indeed was on the tip of his tongue, when considering his situation, but, it never occurred to him that it would become a reality. “I…I see. Lemme guess…” Spike forced himself, but, the least he could do for everyone’s troubles was ease the weight of telling the news…even though he himself did not want to say it. “…There’s no cure or, uh, counter…spell to what’s happened to me, is there?”
The ladies silently confirmed it. Some joined hands before themselves…most turned away or looked toward the ground.
“…I’m so terribly sorry, Spike. I didn’t mean for this to happen to you.” Miss Luna shook her head and spoke with deep regret.
“…I…well…I can’t say that it’s all alright, but, I mean, you weren’t yourself, and…hey…what if we copy the situation and try…” Spike suddenly perked up, thinking that, if the conditions were duplicated, the same actions might be able to pull him out of it.
“I thought of that myself, Spike, but…I was in a drunken stupor. Considering what I’ve done already…”
“…Who knows what might happen if we do it again?” Spike finished Miss Luna’s sentence.
She regretfully nodded in reply.
“…Yeah…you’re right.” Spike thought and thought, as the silence in the room became unbearable. He then said, “Hey,” with a defeated yet optimistic point of view in his voice, “this was an honest mistake, right? And I’m sure that Twilight can find a cure for me in OUR Equestria. Why…the place is just teaming with magic, after all.”
Miss Luna and the girls slowly came around, picking up their spirits and pulling their hopes up off the ground.
They smiled and nodded towards each other as Spike continued to encourage them. “Yeah…with the best forces of magic available…in fact…I’m sure of it. I mean, think about how powerful Equestrian magic is, just between us here. There’s no harm done! We’ll get me fixed up in no time!”
“Hey, yeah! He’s right! Let’s not forget the fall formal!” Rainbow Dash yelled and the rest of them nearly cheered. “That was SO…AWESOME!” she finished with a squeal.
As the girls began high-fiving each other, Miss Luna, smiling warmly, came forward to embrace Spike for salvaging her dignity. “Thank you, Spike. I am SO SORRY for doing this to you.”
Spike embraced back, gently and warmly. “Hey, s’alright, Princess…er, Miss Luna. It was a mistake, right?” They pulled back from each other and Spike reached up to wipe a stray tear from Miss Luna’s eyes. “…’sides.” Spike began giggling slightly. “If you really feel that bad, you can…make it up to me…somehow.”
Luna immediately began chuckling. So did the girls, as they overheard his assertion.
“Oh, Spike. You are absolutely incorrigible!” Rarity commented through giggles.
“Oh, I know!” Spike said with a proud smile...which soon dissipated into a look of confusion. “Eh…what’s incorrigible mean?”
Everyone let out a howl of laughter. It was evident then that the dark cloud that was hanging over the house had cleared. Although the situation remained unresolved…it was, at least, saved.
Evening fell upon Rarity’s tower and, again, the lounge was awash with the beautiful glow of candlelight. The little snack table was neatly arrayed with various forms of amuse-bouche, some light servings of cheese and crackers, as well as a crudités platter with some zesty, savory dips and pickles. They had, moments before, ordered a few pies of gourmet pizza and were entertaining themselves while they awaited its arrival. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were doing a few rough and tumble things across the bearskin rug, giggling and wrestling, via thumb, hand, or whole body, while Rarity and Miss Luna had the large, more than half human, yet adequately furry, Spike, resting across their laps. The three of them rested beside Applejack and Rainbow Dash and fed him bits and pieces of meat and bread, occasionally nibbling at a few pieces themselves of course, while occasionally rubbing his belly and making him pant and flutter his enormous paws. It was awkward, but, he was cute and it was all in good fun. Just as well, they were constantly tempted to sneakily reach down to his soft, furry genital pouch and begin fondling it…but their collective spirit of civility seemed to keep them both in check.
…Or so they thought…
Miss Luna, occupied with petting down Spike’s lower body, happened to catch sight of Spike’s large, firm, shapely balls and the sweet, cute, furry bulk of his beckoning genital pouch. She slowly turned her gaze to Rarity, with a quirky smirk and a raised brow. Rarity suddenly felt her look upon her and returned the stare, puzzled. Then, as Miss Luna gave a cheery yet nervous little smile, Rarity spied her hand reaching for Spike’s area and all of his meaty bits.
Rarity’s eyes and mouth widened with shock. She sucked in a quiet yet evidently sudden breath. “…miss lunahh!” she whispered in a yell, soon placing her hands upon her hips in angered protest.
Miss Luna giggled then. “Oh, do loosen up, dear.” she said, calmly. “It’s not like…even you didn’t have some…fun? With him?”
Rairty blushed, nearly hiccupping in reply. “Aheheh…wehhlll…that iiis true…hahahahh…”
That little shot caught her right in the face. Knowing that, Miss Luna decided to press the issue. “Besides…even I could use a little…more…” she said and turned her attention back to Spike’s large, meaty apparatus.
“Huh? Ehwhat are you guys talking abhhhoughhh!” Spike’s question was immediately chewed within his teeth, as he suddenly felt the gentle, curious hand of a lady, tracing and softly fondling about his large, firm balls and his soft, little shaft, currently hiding within its furry sheath. “Huhh…huhhheyy…I thought y-you were finished with thahh…houhhh…”
“Ehehehhh…it seems Vice Principal Luna isn’t…ehm…quite done yet…Spikey-poo.” Rarity nearly turned away from Miss Luna and regarded Spike, petting his upper body down as he shifted in reaction. Although Rarity certainly gave Spike just about everything there was in a hot, violent flurry of passion, she just didn’t seem comfortable with what was going on. After all…they were NOT the slightest bit drunk.
“Aaaaughhaaaaahhh…” Spike moaned with pleasure, as Miss Luna’s nimble pair of hands gently massaged his large, firm balls and slowly, lovingly stroked their fingers up and down his doggy cock’s soft, furry sheath. His wet little head was now peeking out from its hiding place and the slippery, slowly filling meat of the shaft was slowly following. As Spike pulled his head up to watch, he met eyes with this snakey, seductress who gave him a hot, narrow gaze and an easy smile.
“…Would you like to watch me suck it, Spikey dear?” Miss Luna spoke, her voice slithering like smokey snakes from her sweet, icy lips.
Spike managed a weak smile as shock filled Rarity’s face. She had never heard a lady utter such unhindered, passionate speech in her presence before. Well…at least not with a clear mind.
Miss Luna smiled again, accepting Spike’s gesture as an invitation. She soon lowered her mouth to Spike’s slowly filling shaft, whose stiffness soon rapidly came as he felt Luna’s hot, hungry breath blast upon his sensitive meat. “Ahnnnn…” Miss Luna moaned and panted as she opened her mouth and loosed her tongue upon his slippery shaft, closing her eyes and running her hot, delicate palette across his length, as she wagged her head back and forth in slow motion.
Rarity looked about her in an awkward way. She didn’t want anything to do with what Miss Luna was doing to Spike, behind her, but, on the other hand, the warm, hazy look that came across Spike’s face was adorable. She looked on, as Spike occasionally moaned his ‘ohhs’ and ‘ahhs’, slightly joining the party by petting and rubbing about his throat and chest area. Then, as Miss Luna began kissing and slipping her lips up and down his appreciative shaft, Spike suddenly looked up to Rarity and gently made a sweet yet, cryptic motion. He took a paw, smiled at Rarity, and then gave his lips a couple of taps. He then proceeded to tap upon Rarity’s lips. It took a few seconds for the message to sink in, but, Rarity surely got it. He wanted a kiss. “O-ah…ohoh…ehem…really, Spike? You want…” Rarity fidgeted.
Spike, happy that she took the hint, closed his eyes and smiled, extending his paws forward to receive her.
She didn’t want to do it at first, with the awkward thought of someone else kissing and pleasuring his manhood while she did it, but, unwilling to refuse such a warm invitation from her little Spikey-poo, she went ahead and slipped herself forward, slowly bowing her face towards him with a smile. Her troubles and cares upon the matter seemed to melt away, as he gently pressed his large, soft paws upon her warm, blushing cheeks, gently urging her forward with a slight pull. Their eyes closed and their lips puckered, soon softly joining in a tender, heavenly kiss. “Ooooommmmm…” Rarity moaned, entranced with the warm spirit of love about them. So, they began gently pecking at each other, kiss by kiss, giggling slightly, and then pressing firmer, warmer, and more passionately into each other. Rarity slipped her arms around his and hugged about his shoulders as he soon began slipping his paws around her as well. He pulled her in closer, as their sweet pressing kisses turned into one, warm, constant kiss, and they engaged in hot, passionate petting. Rarity’s hands began running through Spike’s new, more human tuft of wavy hair and she couldn’t decide which her hands enjoyed more: his long, smooth strands of dark, silky, manly hair or his soft, furry cheeks and nape. She passionately smoothed over and enjoyed the feel of his sweet puppy-boy head, as Spike began enjoying the smooth feel of her soft, tender skin, over her shoulders…her sides…her back…her hips…up across the landscape of her back again…down to massage and caress the filling curves of her womanly bottom…and then, finding the outskirts of the soft, radiantly warm territory of her womanhood. “Mmmmmph…” Rarity moaned as Spike’s hands teased and wandered over her sweet, smooth, delicate rump. They were kissing deeply now, mouths open and tongues engaged in a wild, twisting waltz. They supped upon each other’s lips as if they were eating each other, then, suddenly, Spike withdrew to speak.
His hands and digits were resting just outside Rarity’s radiating lower lips. He then looked deep into her eyes and spoke, “…Rarity? I wanna kiss you…down there.”
Miss Luna smiled, eavesdropping on their situation and glad they were both loosening up a bit. Not to be outdone, she too upped the ante by taking long, broad strokes all up and down Spike’s shaft, as he soon came into full hardness.
“Ohhh…I don’t know, Spike. I don’t feel…proper with that…” Rairty replied, coyly turning away, cutely shrugging, and nibbling at her fingers a bit.
“Oh pleeeeeease? I really wanna give something special to you.” Spike urged.
Rarity continued to fidget, yet, again, she melted inside, accepting his invitation, blind to what may lie ahead. “Ohh…I suppose it would be…alright…but…if…you’d only be gentle with me…”
“Oh, absolutely! I’ll be reeeal nice, I promise!”
Rarity perked up a nervous little smile. She slowly began coming forward, prepared to straddle herself across his face, when she felt a gentle rapping upon her shoulder. It was Miss Luna, trying to get her attention.
“…Other way, darling.” she said.
Rarity didn’t quite pick up what she was saying.
“Eh turn this way. I could use some help, because…he’s a little TOO much man for me.”
Rarity then caught sight of Spike’s unbridled member. His cock was a full, throbbing, meaty mass. Its bulb was pronounced and its shaft was easily thick enough to fill the hand, and then some. Rarity suddenly felt she was at the gates of absolute sex, touching upon the threshold of a wild, unpredictable adventure. She had the thought of getting out now, possibly substituting herself with one of the other girls who would be far less adamant about taking her place, but, she also knew that Spike wanted her. He wanted to make love to her, even if it was only by mouth. ‘And what am I anyway? A lady or a little girl?’ she asked herself.
Willing to throw caution to the wind, she turned and gave Spike a warm, seductive stare. “Taaaaake me, darling.” she all but sang, “…For I shall do nooo less to you.”
Spike and Rarity shared a brief giggle over Rarity’s rather bold phrase of words. She then scooted her knees parallel to his shoulders and threw a leg over him, squarely placing her moist, steamy womanhood out, open, and in his face, while his eyes and hands had a purely, uninhibited view of her luscious rump. “MMMmmmmmmm…” Spike moaned, closing his eyes and drinking in the aroma of her warm, blushing rose. The scent of lychee and cinnamon tea filled his nostrils. He HAD to taste her. His paws caressed, wandered, and occasionally squeezed her smooth and luscious pair of buttocks as he pulled her closer and closer to his mouth. Finally, he opened wide for her, his hot, hungry breath tickling her sensitive lips, as he ever so gently closed his eyes and touched his tongue to her blushing lips to taste them.
“Ohhh…” Rarity moaned as she felt his warm, slippery tongue make contact with her tender pussy’s lips. She soon felt him lap, slowly and firmly, through the individual folds of her womanhood. His tongue stroked well into the deep recesses of her inner and outer lips and, occasionally, he took several broad, sweeping strokes of her entire womanhood. “Unhhhh…Spikehhh…” Rarity moaned as she settled herself to gently perch herself onto his face. He ate her out, slow, firm, and passionately. She didn’t want to mover herself from that very spot, closing her eyes and simply enjoying, as his wet, hot, hungry little muscle made loving work of her thankful pleasure box.
Spike loved it, tasting and wandering through the sweet, warming folds of Rarity’s deliciously sticky lips and enjoying the ever heightening sensation of her rising temperature. Positive feedback was always good and her pussy did not lie. The sweet, mounting heat only cheered him on to keep licking and licking through the hot, juicy folds of her delicate flesh.
“Ahhh…hah…hah…….oooooohhhhhhh…” Rarity panted and moaned as she soon felt Spike settle into a constant motion with his broad tongue. He capped over all her lips and pressed firmly against them, slowly swiveling and stroking in a circular motion and warmly massaging into her body. All the feelings she received from him made Rarity topple forward, slowly and animal-like, as she reached for Spike’s large, meaty cock. She was enthralled within the confines of his silent love song to her body and longingly took hold of his shaft. She began to tease and pump his shaft with her palm and fingertips, adoring his stiff manhood, from knot to head, with long, caressing strokes, while Miss Luna passionately licked her side of him in a similar fashion.
“Nhnnnnnnnnnnhhhhh…” Spike moaned as he felt his manhood pleasured by Rarity’s delicate hand and Miss Luna’s hot, lustful tongue. He then involuntarily tilted his head so he could use the narrower angle of attack to start tonguing narrowly into the individual folds of Rarity’s sweet, sweet womanhood. He licked across every ridgeline, every valley, pressing deeply into the tasty hiding places of her outer folds, going across and between each lip he encountered, tongued good and long, deeply into the sweet center and the initial depths of her hot, tasty love canal, and then left her at a mere tease for a moment there, as he continued his journey back out to the lips on the other side.
“Ohohhh, don’t tease me, Spiiikeh! Take me, ahhhll. Ooh…and don’t forget that sweet little cherry on top. Ehshe needs muhhhch love tooooh.” Rarity moaned in her sweet, melodic tones as she impatiently awaited Spike’s unbridled actions.
“Mmmm, as the lady wishes…” Spike spoke between blissful licks of Rarity’s candy lips, and happily so. He slowly and hungrily began his exploration into her sweet, soft, warming cavern, pressing gently into her outer meats and slowly twirling his tongue just inside her delectable love canal. He also began making passes upwards, out of her burning tunnel and over to the sweet fleshy cherry of her attentive clitoris, passing around and around, slowly, making sure that he was giving just enough and not too much pressure to this tasty, sensitive morsel.
Rarity began panting hard and heavy, nearly unable to voice a word and only passing hot, isolated moans from all that Spike was giving her. She slumped forward, as she felt a little embarrassed, crying into the air with such unbridled notes of passion, and began filling her hungry lips with large mouthfuls of Spikes stiff, slippery meat. “Ohmmmmm….mmm…mmmph!” she moaned as she writhed with loving pleasure. Such was her fiery lust for him now that she began plunging slow and evenly over his broad, meaty head, hungrily tonguing and tonguing his tasty flesh and pleasuring it to grow to a rock-like hardness. His head loved her for it, all this sweet, firm, careful love that she gave to it, as she twisted her beautiful lips and sweet, heavenly face left and right in hot, passionate sucking. Miss Luna was just as well into her share of his meat, gently sucking slow, firm, stroking kisses from his shaft. She slid her soft and luscious lips up and down his shaft, pulsing them with a constant, massaging presses as she sucked upon him, and she constantly tasted upon him with a firm, hungry, flicking tongue, as if her mouth was slowly cooking his meat like a rotisserie. Rarity slowly, passionately, ate and devoured his head, sweetly smacking her lips across the ridge of his head as she did, pumping slowly and constantly, as Miss Luna turned her head left and right, constantly sucking and licking up and down his shaft, as the both of them nearly joined hands over his large, pulsing knot, lovingly palming and massaging it in worship.
“Ahnnnnnhhh…nnnnnnhhhh…mmmmmmmph!...” Spike moaned, constantly, as the two ladies ate nearly every inch of him. As his entire lower body felt engulfed in waves of flaming pleasure, he echoed all of it back into his devotion upon Rarity’s sweet, tasty womanhood. As if it wasn’t enough to have his whole manhood devoured by two ravishingly seductive ladies, he was in absolute heaven, eating Rarity’s sweet, tasty pussy, tonguing and tonguing into her hot, sticky inner meats, as she began letting loose a hot, sugary love juice to trickle and tingle across his tongue. Her lower body began to shake and vibrate in his paws as he lovingly gripped onto her soft, shapely bottom and hungrily lick through her lips, up and down, up and down, tasting and tasting her hot, sticky sweetmeats and all but burying his face into her body. She was delicious…so delicious in fact…that he capped his mouth over her womanhood, tonguing wildy and stroking firmly, from her burning love hole to her firm, tasty, sensitive clitoris, and began sucking the juice from her tasty little watering hole.
“…mmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMOHHHHHHHHHAHHHHH!!!” Rarity moaned as she choicelessly arched her back in reaction. As soon as Spike began sucking on her pussy and drinking the juices from her body with passionate force, an electric shock seemed to go through her, as if she was struck by lightning. The feeling shot through her core, straight from her womanhood, as Spike hungrily gripped on to her lovely rump, sucking and working on her pussy with a hard, passionate tongue. It was as if something knocked loose or flicked on some magical switch inside of her and her eyes shot wide open. She simply knelt in place and panted hard, on her forearms and knees, almost helpless to the feeling that Spike was giving her, and shook, moaning silently and huffing intensely as she did. Soon, the feeling overtook her, making such a powerful, pleasurous feeling inside that she felt it through the roots of her very limbs. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” she screamed, her eyes rolling back in her head, as she had such an earth shattering orgasm that tears welled and spilled from the corners of her eyes. She felt as if she was floating and soaring through clouds…like a goddess.
Spike didn’t realize what he was doing to her. He was still so wrapped up in worshiping her body that he only gave her more…more…more, firmly stroking through all of her pussy with a strong, ravenously hungry tongue, and sucking, gulping down the geyser of sweet, hot, burning love juice that erupted from Rarity’s smooth, lovely body.
“H-…hahhhhh…OHHHHHH…Y—YESSSSS!!! HAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Rarity screamed.
As Spike got his drunken fill off of Rarity’s candied sweetmeats and she began running dry on her sweet river of love juice, he suddenly became aware of her body’s nearly violent reaction to him. “R…Rarity??? Are you alrighhhmmmmmmph!” He was unable to finish his sentence, due to the fact that Rarity’s body slumped down onto him…her muffin in particular, muffling anything that he even thought he was going to say. “Wmmm…Wehwwwiwwwee!!!” he called her name, with her hot, overcooked womanhood in his mouth. He gently moved to roll her body off of him, being careful as he could, as he didn’t know exactly what was wrong with her.
Rarity didn’t quite lose consciousness, but, there was a good long while that her head was in a complete and utter haze. An eternity of five minutes passed and she felt as if she was submerged in a sea of electricity. Every inch of skin she bore to the open air felt unexplainably, really, really good, as if the universe was caressing her with ethereal fingertips. It was all such a magical feeling that she could have sworn she was grinning from ear to ear.
“…You…alright?” Spike asked, worriedly, and gently nudged her shoulder.
Suddenly, she felt an almost painful, prickly shock stream through her skin, emanating from the area of Spike’s touch. “Ough!!! Dhh…don’t!!!” Rairty squealed, turning her shoulder away from Spike.
Rainbow Dash and Applejack, who had been silently watching in awe as the whole event unfolded, suddenly got to their feet and approached Rarity. “Rarity! What’s wrong???” Rainbow Dash nearly yelled her concern.
“Talk tuh us, girl.” Applejack asserted. A mixture of concern as well, coupled with a good dose of frustration, erupted within her voice. “Y’all need to get a grip and tell us what’s a’goin’ wrong with ya.”
“I…I-don’t…” Rarity tried to begin, but, even she didn’t know what was going on with her body. It was giving her quite a fright, as she tried to wrench down her feelings.
“Rarity, please! I-if I’ve done anything wrong I need to…” Spike spoke, tears nearly welling in his eyes, as the last thing in the world he would have ever wanted was to cause the woman of his desires any pain…but…he, as well as everyone else, was interrupted by Miss Luna’s calm, composed demeanor.
“Everyone, please…” she said as she clapped her hands to get their attention. Everyone in the room then watched with anxiety as she stepped over to Rarity with a curious hand upon her chin and a nearly detective like gaze within her eye. “Hmmmm…” she began as she bent over and looked the girl over. Rarity stared back with innocence and a little fear within her wide, puppy dog eyes, as she awaited Luna’s words. After briefly looking her over, she gently reached forward and took one of her hands in hers. She began to softly stroke her forearm. “Tell me, my dear,” she began, “how does this feel?”
Rarity nearly rolled her eyes in ecstasy. “Oooohhhh, Miss Luna…that feels…soooooooooh gooohhhhhhhohhhhhd.”
Luna giggled and then coaxed Rarity to stand and walk over to sit upon the couch. “Let me guess, my dear. Sweet, tingly pins and needles, aaaall over your body? And you can feel nearly every air current caress your skin, as if every cell was connected straight to your vagina?”
Although she didn’t agree with the last part of her description, “Yes…yes indeed!” was what Rarity said.
Miss Luna smiled warmly, confirming with closed, satisfied eyes, as if she was a sage of sex. “What you’ve experienced…and ARE experiencing is something called a full body orgasm. And believe me…I ahhm envious.”
Applejack and Rainbow Dash eased up a bit then, although a good bit of excitement, mixed with jealousy, did overcome them.
“Yeah?! What’s it like?” Rainbow said, as she and Applejack scrambled to sit on their knees before Rarity, as if some sort of science class was in session.
Spike, on the other hand, was only confused, and still a little worried. “Uhh, so…I didn’t do anything harmful to her…right?” Spike ventured, slowly scooting forwards with guilt in his bones.
Rarity was touched…and a little worried with him. “Ohhhh, Spiiike. I’m sure you’ve not.” she said cutely, adoringly. She patted the couch cushion next to her. “Sit next to mama, darling, ohhh and don’t worry. You’ve done me more…good than you think, nnhehe.” she finished as Spike crawled and curled up next to her, placing his head in her lap so she could nuzzle him, face to face, and stroke all over his sweet, furry head. To tell the truth, it slightly made his fairly adult male body look somewhat odd, even pathetic, when behaving like a typical puppy. One would wonder, despite Spike’s fairly intelligent, self aware behavior, why he would still act like that. However, it absolutely matched with his puppy boy face, especially when he sloppily began lapping at Rarity’s cheek.
“Ohh, goodness, Spike, hehehe, dooo control yourself!” Rarity replied. Her words protested, but, her voice certainly sang enjoyment.
No one witnessing Rarity and Spike in this condition absolutely knew how to feel, but, at the very least, they all thought it was adorable…despite the large, trim, manly body. As Spike’s hyperactive nature came through and he played his paws in a slight boxing match with Rarity’s hands, everyone soon began huddling close in a spirit of warm fuzziness and began petting Spike once again, all over, and making him pant happily. Rarity nuzzled and embraced Spike’s happy, furry puppy head, while Dash and AJ rubbed at his tummy, giggling. Then, with all this petting and touching, Spike involuntarily became just the slightest bit aroused. His sleepy little cock’s head began presenting itself with giddy ignorance towards its surroundings, unaware that Miss Luna, petting from above and behind the couch, as well as Rainbow and Applejack were well within visual range.
“Oh mah, hehehe,” Applejack giggled, “I’luuks lahk owur little friend could use a little more…lovin’.”
“Hehehe, you’re right, Applejack. He definitely wants to come out and play too.” Rainbow spoke in agreement.
“How true, girls. I do believe I left a question in my head unanswered, so, I think I’ll be joining you.” Miss Luna chimed in as well.
“What question was that, teach?” Rainbow asked, confused.
“How many licks does it take to get to the creamy center of a Spikey pop, of course.” Luna answered and the three of them giggled profusely.
“What’r you guys talking abaahhhawww…ough…not again. I thought you all were done…” Spike tugged his head up just in time to find Miss Luna and Applejack fondling and playfully squeezing at his undercarriage.
“What? No way!” Rainbow Dash replied with a happy spirit of rebellion. “Rarity here is the only one who got her rocks popped!”
“Ehem…ladies do not have ‘rocks’ to pop, darling.” Rarity quickly corrected her friend.
“Heheh, oh, yeah…right. Ehhhneeway…I say it’s my turn to get my pussy popped, and…aheee wouldn’t be surprised if Miss Luna and Aj’r interested in making you do some…poppin’ of your own.” Rainbow grinned deviously as she placed her hands on her hips, presenting her lower body and especially her steamy, blushing womanhood before Spike, and made the other two ladies giggle when their words sank in.
Spike smirked, in slight reaction to his situation and also to all the cheesy sex jokes. He looked up to Rarity, “S’gonna be another long night for me, isn’t it?”
Rarity only grinned in reply.
Rainbow soon began straddling over Spike’s head, gently nudging at Rarity to scoot aside and give her some room. “One side, missy, if ya wouldn’t mind.” she said, trying to be polite. Rarity nodded in return as she let her have Spike’s cute, furry, and slightly worried face. As he soon felt Miss Luna and Applejack’s adoring lips, puckered and tickling at his genital pouch, Rainbow’s pussy soon came into close proximity to his nose and lips, filling his senses with a hot, musky, more animal scent than Rarity’s. “Get ta munchin’, little guy.” Rainbow said, far less shamefully or sensitive than the night before. All seemed to be progressing towards the hot and heavy, but then…
*DING DONG!!!*
…The house’s fairly loud doorbells sounded off like a claxon.
“What thuh…wah?” Rainbow looked up with the rest of the girls as they all looked in the general direction of the front doorway.
“…Oh…pizza’s here.” they all grunted.
“Way to ruin the mood!” Rainbow grumbled as she got off of Spike. She didn’t recall a previous time in her life when she would be so crushed in anticipation towards receiving a meal. Frustrated and torn, she suddenly grinned. “Hey…let’s spook the pizza guy!” she suggested, making all the sexually frustrated girls, including Miss Luna, light up with happy deviance. Even Rarity and Spike, who were somewhat in a spirit of sideline spectatorhood, seemed to jump at the chance. They all jumped up and rushed down the hall, the whole naked mass of them, and posted themselves in a rather welcoming, picturesque pose before the main doorway. “Answer it! Answer it, Rarity!!!” Rainbow Dash squealed in an almost screaming whisper.
Rarity giggled as she pranced towards the door. She then composed herself…took a firm grip upon the door’s grand, crystal gilded golden latch…and pulled upon it, clicking the door free to open. As she blushed and swung the large, heavy door wide for all to see, she greeted, “HeloooooOOOAHAAHHHHH?!?!”
…Everyone’s giddy little face drooped into a look of shock and disappointment, just after Rarity did a clumsy leap back in the same spirit of fright.
There was indeed a person before them, carrying a short stack of pizza boxes high and to their right, in a typical pizza delivery fashion…but…it certainly wasn’t the typical pizza guy. In fact…it was a girl.
She wore a titanium white windbreaker with blue edge trimmings, and a tennis skirt to match. Purple fingerless gloves covered up to her forearms. Her slim yet sturdy legs were wrapped in a pair of form fitting leggings, high-cut at the shins, with bright purple lightning bolts and a darker, hot purple background. Blue and light grey sneakers with purple tongues were comfortably clad upon her feet, and, most distinctively upon her, a pair of large, dark, purple lensed sunglasses with a black and grey frame spanned her face. Her hair was a wild shade of blue with a cyan stripe running through it, giving the impression that her reckless weave was styled by Thor himself. It was crazed enough to give Rainbow Dash’s frazzled mane a run for its money. The last bit of interest lay in her ‘necklace’. She didn’t have a necklace…she was wearing headphones.
“Heey…yo, Rarity…you havin’ some sorta…crazy party here, or somethin’?” she spoke, her brow both scrunching in confusion and raising in an interest to join in on the fun.
“Vuh…Vinyl?” Rarity stammered. The rest of the Addams Family behind her simply either knelt or stood in silence, maintaining their strange, frozen portrait.
“Hey Vinyl, what’s…gehhh…” another girl spoke as she came stand at Vinyl’s side. She sported a mini-skirt…a leather jacket…and a wild, large, yet graceful mane that contained the colors of a burning sunset. Naturally…her name was Sunset Shimmer…and she was positively shocked at what she saw, just within the doorway.
“Outta my way! How dare you leave behind the great and powerful Trixeeehhhhhh…” an obnoxious, moon lit, petite girl bumped her way between Sunset and Vinyl. Her voice seemed to fade into a wheeze as she came to view what silenced her companions. She needed no introduction, and, needless to say…she as well was simply…shocked.
A great silence befell the grounds of the homestead. The light evening breeze was charming and crisp, as it swam past with a slight, biting chill. An unknown amount of time passed as everyone stared at each other across the threshold of the main doorway, all wide-eyed and nervous, with or without respective clothing.
“Ss…suh…soooooo, Sunset Shimmer, ahehehh…wh-what brings you to my humble abode, this time of night? Ahehehehhh…” Rarity timidly scratched behind her head as she spoke, wanting to cover up, yet…honestly…what was the point?
“Umm…yeah…I just came along for the ride.” Sunset began, “’Cause…I wanted to see the tower and, um, Vinyl wanted to drop by and pick up Octavia’s recital gown?”
Rarity immediately smacked her forehead in penance for her forgetfulness.
“And Trixie’s, well…”
“Aaaaand, the Great and Powerful TRRRIXIEEEEE demands audience with Grand Mistress Luna to receive magical instruction.” Trixie barged into the conversation.
Miss Luna advanced herself from the crowd, her irate, blushing, bountiful body huffing as she confronted the presumptuous little girl. “How dare you make demands of me! Why, I’m of a good mind to teach you a lesson, you ignorant fledgling!”
“Like YOU’RE in any position to argue.” Trixie crossed her arms, contented in feeling that she backed Miss Luna into a corner. “One word of refusal and I’ll report your…compromising situation here to the nearest authority that will give heed.”
“Alright, fine and dandy, Trixie, but, one more threat out of you and you’ll be walking home!” Sunset Shimmer growled.
“Hmmph!” Trixie huffed and turned her nose up and away from Sunset. Miss Luna smirked at her reaction. The rest of them giggled, quietly.
“Mmm, now, all bickering aside, girls,” Rarity pressed into the conversation…forgetting, especially after that much needed disciplinary outburst from Sunset Shimmer, that she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, “What brings you to my humble abode?”
“Well, like I said, Vinyl came to get Octavia’s dress, I came along to finally see your…legendary house and hall, and Trixie…well, as you heard, Trixie is seeking Miss Luna to teach her magic of some kind.” Trixie and Sunset shared a momentary glare towards each other, before Trixie turned away again. “But…um…that’s enough about me.” she started, finally beginning to push the obvious line of questioning, “I’m already afraid to ask, but, it can’t be helped. What’s with the…full monty act, guys?”
Rarity was suddenly aware of her nudity again. “Oh, heheh…we…um…” Rarity started up, struggling to find a reasonable reason, with a few droplets of sweat escaping her forehead, “W…we decided to try a little…nudist…party…you know…just to see…what it was…like…going all…natural…and such…heh.”
‘Yeah…let’s go with that…’ everyone thought as a silent sigh of relief escaped everyone’s shoulders. A reasonable reason…that it was.
“A…ahyee seeee…” Sunset replied, mostly buying it, but, accepting that the situation was a bit more complicated than that.
“Arrre you guys, like, gonna let us in ‘n stuff?! These freakin’ pizzas are totally scorchin’ my palms.” Vinyl suddenly speared the awkward conversation.
“Oh, my! Of course, darling! Please, do come inside!” Rarity finally answered and fluttered them in with a hand, as she opened the grand door of the hall wide enough to receive them.
The click and gentle roar of the closing door seemed to seal the outside world away for the newcomers and immerse them in the grandeur of the main hallway. Rarity had decided to light the lineup of beautiful chandeliers that hung high in the vaulted hallway, to help chase away the gloom of night. After all, the feeling just before night came was rather warm and cozy, especially after Spike’s doom breaking pep talk. The glow of the candlelight only echoed and accentuated that. It made everyone feel greatly welcome, including the new arrivals.
“Yohhhhhh…” Vinyl commented, nearly whistling her awe.
“Yeaahhh…that’s…somethin’ else!” Sunset Shimmer quietly sang her amazement as her eyes wandered across the woodwork and the various bits and pieces of framed artistry.
“It’s…sooooo…pretty!” Trixie even said, despite her previous thought of snubbing the house’s keeper.
“Why, thank you, ladies. We doo love it here, nhehe.” Rarity giggled as a happy hostess. For a moment, she indulged the thought of wearing a large, southern belle type dress…or a cute maid uniform. “This way, if you would, Vinyl. You simply muust give those limbs of yours a rest. And do help yourselves to the refreshments. I believe you will find them quite satisfying.”
The three girls were ushered into the grand lounge, inciting even more ‘ooh’s and ‘ahh’s as they beheld the largest of the golden, crystal gilded chandeliers and a protected yet uninhibited view of the night sky and the surrounding terrain. It was a strange, poetic atmosphere, as the ladies and gentleman, some clothed some not, shuffled into the quiet of the exquisite room, with the feeling of being on the threshold of a happening, a private social party of sorts, for all present to remember but for none to speak of for years to come.
Vinyl Scratch laid the four boxes onto the large refreshment table and took her ease by stepping back and wiping the slight trickle of sweat from her brow. They weren’t heavy but they were still fresh and hot.
“Oh yeah…the punch.” Spike suddenly butted into the various bits of conversation that loosely connected between this girl and that. “I’ll be right back. I’m sure it’s nice ‘n cool by now.” he said as he began making his way towards the kitchen.
“Yohhh…did you say punch?” Vinyl suddenly asked, clamoring after him.
“Yeah. Fresh and special, Pinkie Pie style, hehe.”
“Ehee, lemme give you a hand with that.” Vinyl smiled.
“Sure! This way.” Spike replied, not reading deep enough into this smile that the odd party girl had, nor her ‘affinity’ for punch.
Spike and Vinyl had broken off from the group and slipped themselves into the kitchen, where Spike helped coax a humungous clamshell bowl of punch out from off its shelf. Within moments, Vinyl was there to lend a helping hand, as they carefully toted the large, heavy drink to the nearby dining table.
“Aghh…whew!” Spike huffed his relief before returning to the refrigerator to close it. “Thanks a lot, Vinyl.” he said as he turned his back.
“Nooo problem…heheheh…” she half whispered.
Just as Spike finished closing the door, he thought he spied Vinyl emptying what looked like the contents of a sugar packet into the punch, but, when he got back to the giant bowl, he saw no such evidence, neither grain nor packet.
Vinyl placed her forearms on the sides of the giant bowl. “Arright, buddy. Ya ready?”
Spike did the same from his side. “Yyyeup!” he said, and they carried the impressive thing off to the lounge.
Gasps, oohs, and ahhs were all but sung as the two triumphant heroes emerged from the doorway, the liquid treasure in their arms. Soon after they set it upon the refreshment table and all the pieces of the evening meal were set in place, the pizza boxes were set side by side and opened. To the far right, the smallest of the four was presented. It was a twelve incher with a label sitting at the back of the box, saying “The Big Kahuna”. It boasted a true Hawaiian topping of pineapple and Kalua pork. The heavy scent of smokey, roasted pork and sweet, succulent pineapple simply attacked their senses. Eyes widened, nostrils flared with deeply taken breaths, and then mouths and eyes closed with the impending ‘mmmmmmmm’ sound that was, at this point, an instinctive reaction. The second box was opened. It was a twenty one inch pie, toting a simple label of “Veggie Supreme” in the rear. It was a savory, colorful, vegetable blend: a deep, beautiful, gooey mess of white and yellow cheeses in which was sprinkled into its delicious grain a chaotic arrangement of olives, bell peppers, mushrooms, and artichokes, over which was arranged circle within circle of bright, potent, and appetizing dices of deep, rich, sun dried tomato. The clouds of steam that wafted from this one nearly warmed and caressed their faces, making them all drool and gasp as they drank it all in. Then, the third box was opened. The oddity of this box was that it was by far the tallest, boasting some five inches in HEIGHT, separating its girth from the rest. Nestled within was a tall, deep, almost cake like pie, with an oozing, nearly still bubbling, caldron like arrangement of cheese, rich red sauce, and bits upon bits of meat, including the obligatory slices of pepperoni, visiting party crashers of sausage and the rarer linguica, and spiked with the ever welcome stripey chips of crisp, tasty, smokey bacon. The label hidden in the rear was a simple notation. “The Carnivore Supreme” was what it said, silently heralding the presence of a pizza king. Amidst a few gasps and jaws dropping open in sheer awe and respect of this gooey, golden idol, a reverent silence seemed to shroud the room. But the end was not yet. There was still one pie left to go. They breached the box of this final frontier, noting that it was a near thirty inches in diameter. Resting within the confines of this thin, wide landscape was a surprise, a true shocker that seemed to push the envelope of what a pizza truly was. It was a large, wide, circular object whose crust was composed of a deep golden toasted, highly gooey chocolate chip cookie crust. Amidst its marshmallow ‘mozzarella’ and drizzle of chocolate sauce ‘maranra’ was a quadrant composed composition: one fourth had a tiny pitchfork sign stabbed into its crust, saying ‘coconut confetti’, consisting of a course to fine shred of coconut ‘pecarino’; another fourth had a simple, standing label of ‘S’more Safari’, with a chunky crumbling of gram cracker bits and large chunks of milk chocolate; another fourth had the label of ‘Mutt Nutt Rocky Road’ and presented a chunky, crunchy assortment of cashews, walnuts, almonds, and hazelnuts; and, finally, stood a quadrant labeled ‘Minty Mountain Hop’, with a sprinkling of white chocolate and peppermint chips.
“Reh…remind me to get thehh…milkhh…” Spike huffed in a drunk, sensory overloaded stupor.
“…Chocolate’s bad for dogs.” Rarity commented.
“I’m a magical dog, okay…ih…it doesn’t count.”
“Oohkayhh…”
With a large, transparent bowl of bright, pink, dazzling punch, with pretty pieces of apple, cherry, and orange slices dancing in its depths, sitting behind the universe of pizza before them, there was now nothing to it but to do it.
Sunset Shimmer stepped forward, reluctantly. “We…are gonna get sooo fat…” she mumbled, as the gravity of the moment left them with nearly no recourse to the fact. Everyone simply giggled in reply.
To initiate the gorge-fest before them, Spike took a gentlemanly stance and a royal position, as he was used to it. “Ahem…” he cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention, as he stepped off to the side of the table. He then began to bow, with his right paw to his belly and the other behind his back. “Ladies first.” he declared with a deep, gentlemanly tone, making the girls smile…and then they all stepped in and began tearing it all up.
The girls ravaged a small stack of plastic plates beside the pizzas and then did their best to get one slice of pie from each of the boxes. And, although there was no real reason to shove, some still had some wrestling issues, bumping elbows and shoving through each other, but, in the end, everyone walked away, giggling playfully, with a decent share of the load…everyone except Spike, that was. He took a look into the first box…gone. The veggie pizza reasonably had a piece or two left for him, but, the one that he really wanted to dive into, the meaty, deep dish pizza, was utterly decimated. Not even a crumb remained. Spike nearly pursed his lips together and tears began to well in his eyes, but, just when he nearly lost all hope…
“…Spiiike!” Rarity’s sweet, sing song, siren tune called to him as she rested her smooth, gorgeous rump upon the couch. She patted the empty cushions beside her and then did a seductive, ‘come hither’ pull and point with her finger, as she smiled warmly towards him. When he noticed that she carried a double load of pizza upon her plate…and was surprised that it didn’t crack or buckle under the sheer weight of it all, he knew that she had planned a sweet, sweet rendezvous for them both…over gourmet pizza, no less. “Ayeeeehhh…ehum…need to reward you for…preparing…my…punch…mmheheh, earlier.” She blushed deeply and shined a bright yet timid smile.
Although it was fairly unbecoming of him, especially for his size, Spike got down on all fours, galloped, and then leapt toward Rarity, giving her quite a confused fright and causing her to raise the plate above her head. Spike did an amazing corkscrew twist in mid air that not only made him land perfectly across the cushions of the couch but also planted him just right, belly side up, with his head across Rarity’s lap. He playfully licked the underside of one of her large breasts with his heaving, flapping tongue and curled his legs and paws up with sheer joy.
The sensation of him licking her under-boob nearly made her drop the plate. She slid it onto the fingertips of one hand, like a waitress, and then gently swatted Spike’s nose in reply. “Goodness, Spike! Manners!” she scolded…and then whispered, “…not in front of the…new guests.”
“Oh, heh…sorry.” Spike quietly agreed.
A smile then returned to her lips, especially after they both noticed everyone giggling at them. “Soo then, Spikey-poo, where shall we start?”
For a sweet, decent while, the crowd was fairly entertained, watching Rarity feed Spike slices of pizza and watching him react, with wonder, in funny, typical doggie ways. However, reasonably so, the majority of giggling schoolgirls began conversing amongst themselves around the refreshment table, leaving Rarity and Spike to their own devices, while Miss Luna sat away in her lazy chair, reading a random book and occasionally looking over everyone.
Although it seemed that Spike hadn’t a single care or notice for the world around him, he did occasionally see, out the corner of his eye, that Trixie wasn’t exactly enjoying herself to the fullest. She did her best to be a part of the jubilations, but, Spike saw that she had no ‘in’ to the group, only laughed when the jokes were particularly funny, and, for the most part, only hovered near Sunset Shimmer, looking like a loose thread in relation to the sisterhood sail. His concerns mounted such that even Rarity became troubled at his behavior.
“Spike? Is something wrong?” she finally asked, as it seemed he was even losing his appetite over the matter.
“Huh? Uh, n…well…it’s just…Trixie, there.” Spike replied, immersed in thought and talking at a bare minimum of understandability.
“Indeed. Quite the party crasher, isn’t she?”
“Well, yeah, but…look at her. She’s…she seems…”
Rarity took a moment away from her reasonably hostile attitude towards Trixie and observed. “…Odd?”
“…Alone, Rarity. I…I don’t like it.” Spike realigned her notice, although he did recognize that her tone was on the right train of thought. This was illustrated more in the fact that she agreed with what Spike was saying.
“Yes. She does seem the ‘odd man out’, as it were.”
Spike seemed helpless at the conundrum, lost in thought a moment. Then, “Um…could you do us a favor?” he said, turning to Rarity after a short while.
“…?”
“I need you to, uh…get us some punch…I guess…but, while you’re there, tug Sunset aside? I wanna ask her ‘bout Trixie.”
“Malright. I do hope you’re not planning something messy, Spikey-poo.”
“Aw, don’t worry. Just a friendly chat is all.” he said, smiling and wagging his tail.
Rarity was slightly consoled by his attitude, but, finding his request a bit strange, to say the least, she couldn’t help but be at least a little anxious.
Spike settled into the couch, settling cross-legged on the cushions, and grabbed a slice of pizza from Rarity’s plate, holding it between his paws, after Rarity had gone to get them some punch.
“That…is too weird, heheh.” Sunset Shimmer spoke, half giggling, as she watched the odd, young dog-man play and tear at the remaining crust like a chew toy.
“Oh, heh…hi.” Spike said to the puzzled young lady before him. He quickly stuffed the sweet, chewy bit of puffy pizza crust into his mouth and juggle-chewed the living daylights out of it, just like regular dogs do, gnawing and gnawing, until it was gone.
Sunset giggled, watching on. “That is just too darn weird, hehehe.”
Rarity agreed, amused at Sunset’s reactions, herself.
“So…what’s up, li’l guy…you really are Twilight’s pet, by the way, right?” Sunset asked as she settled on the couch beside him, with Rarity sitting on his opposite side. Sunset playfully scratched behind one of Spike’s big, adorable, floppy ears, giving him a rush of ticklish pleasure and making one of his legs nearly vibrate in reply…at least that was ‘till he noticed a problem in Sunset Shimmer’s choice of words.
“I am so NOT her pet. I am her noble assistant.” he pouted, proudly crossing his arms. His voice was stern and a bit fiery.
Sunset Shimmer recoiled a bit. “Oh…heh, sorry. It’s ju…uhm…dogs are usually pets in this world.”
“…Yeah, I noticed.”
The slightly tense mood died down as Sunset asked, “So…what’d’ya wanna talk to me about?”
“Oh, right, um…it’s about…Trixie.” Spike began.
“Yeah? What about her?”
“Well, so, I was just wondering why she came along or how she…uh…came to come along. She’s not exactly the best of friends with us and all.”
Sunset took a moment to recollect the few bothersome moments before she and Trixie ended up tagging along with Vinyl. “Ohhh…I was actually over at Vinyl and Octavia’s first, just hangin’ out and running over some tunes she had, when Trixie came over and asked if she could do a remix of ‘Tricks Up My Sleeve’. Vinyl said that it reminded her to pick up Octavia’s dress from Rarity and then Trixie started getting all hyper and all half-beggy and half-demanding over coming with. Vinyl and me were about to tell her no, but…I dunno. I kinda saw some kind of…longing, in her eyes, for something.” Rarity and Spike were listening quite intently, at this point, and, Sunset Shimmer seemed to get lost within herself. She fidgeted with her cup as she looked towards the floor. She sounded very, very sympathetic, even sad, when she mentioned, “…She reminded me of…me…you know…before the Fall Formal? Something tells me…told me, then…she needed…help.”
Rarity almost teared up at that moment. “…My. I almost want to go and give her a big hug, but, I really don’t think it’d be well received…just out of the blue like that.”
“Yeah.” Spike replied.
Sunset smiled weakly then, turning towards Spike and Rarity. “Oh, I don’t know. I may be looking too deep into it.”
“No, really, I think you’re right. She seems so…lost, you know? If only there were a way, at least for the party, to just…Iunno…welcome her?” Spike’s voiced trailed into a ramble. He wasn’t really talking to the girls now, so much as talking to himself. He wandered off into a somewhat Mr. Fixit mindset, seemingly determined to help out Trixie at all costs, when, suddenly, he noticed that he had sipped his cup dry of punch. His eyes suddenly lit up then, filled with inspiration, coming from a grace of serendipity. “I know…” was all he said, as he stood and made his way from the puzzled pair of girls, sitting upon the couch. He looked ahead, hoping for another piece of his puzzle to present itself. And there it was: Trixie was as he hoped, standing alone, anxious, with no one to talk to…and her hands empty of a friendly glass of punch. Spike modestly stepped around the chattering girls, took a clean glass and placed it alongside his, and proceeded to fill them up with a comfortable amount of sloshing room, near the brim. He then turned about, stepped casually before Trixie, and offered her a drink. “Uh, hey.” he said, somewhat clumsily, “You looked like you could use a drink.”
Trixie looked suspiciously at the…dog-boy, before her. “Hmmph.” she huffed and turned her face away, crossing her arms as well, “The Great and Powerful Trixie has no interest in…um…getting hit on by…a…whatever, like you.”
“A dog…you can say it.” Spike joked, a touch of weariness over the matter spoken in his voice. “C’mohhn, Trixie. I just thought, I dunno, you could use a little company for a while.”
Trixie didn’t turn her head, but, she looked Spike over out the corner of her eye. He seemed genuinely sympathetic, carrying a sense of honesty in his worried little smile, as he gave a friendly urge, swaying the cup gently before her and encouraging her to step into his welcome zone. She bashfully took it in good will, an embarrassed, little smile crossing her lips and a sweet, gentle blush coloring her cool, dimpled cheeks. “Thanks.” was all she said, a spirit of coyness and fidgeting spilling over her.
Spike did his best to refrain from admitting to himself that…she looked absolutely adorable.
Trixie nervously stared Spike up and down a moment. “Th…that’s not a costume…is it.” she asked.
“Nope.” Spike replied with a bit of a nervous smile himself.
“Uh, so…you’re really…Twilight Sparkles…dog?” Trixie asked. Apparently, the looming question was driving her downright jittery.
“Yeeeup.” Spike replied. He looked away for a bit, nervously sipping his punch, not knowing where this string of conversation was going.
Then, Trixie finally asked, “…So how did you become…like…that?”
Spike’s body seemed to slump about a quarter foot, as if the puppet master holding his body relaxed their hand. He wearily nudged his nose and lazily swung a finger up towards Miss Luna. “Don’t ask.” he said. “Let’s just say…we didn’t plan on this.”
Trixie’s eyes widened: a bit of shock, a bit of amazement riddled within. “Really…”
“Yeah.” Spike replied. “I hope you’re sure of what you’re askin’ for, asking her to teach you and all that. I’m just glad she’s on OUR side.” Spike smirked a bit, smooshing his lips together, at the thought of what other things she might be able to do, given the right provocation.
Trixie suddenly felt a little troubled. “…Maybe it was a bad idea to ask…the way I did.”
Spike took notice of her sudden sinking feeling. “Yeah, heh. But, hey, maybe I can put in a good word for you, to sorta…take the edge off, ya know?”
Trixie smiled, weak and appreciatively. “I’d…appreciate that, nheh.” she giggled.
They both felt, then, that the storm clouds of uncertainty had parted from them and they had a genuine opportunity to understand each other. “So,” Spike began, in a certain start of casual conversation, “why’re you so into magic, anyway?”
“Why?” Trixie’s brow suddenly beamed with a bit of her arrogance and trademark pride, “Because, the Great and Powerful Trrrrixie, is destined for greatness and the stage, uhvv course.”
Spike winced a moment at her reply, feeling as though he hadn’t made a dent in her armor.
But, after a few moments of holding a ‘mighty’ fist against her chest and proudly looking away, displaying a proud profile shot of her face with haughtily closed eyes…she opened an eye towards him and smiled, even beginning to giggle, to show that she meant no slight towards him.
Spike giggled as well in a reply of good will.
They both knew, somewhere across the tiny void that parted them, that this was all a gimmick, not to be taken seriously. Trixie calmed down a bit then. She took a solemn sort of display and looked down into her cup, cutely holding it and revolving it playfully within her fingertips.
“I’m…trying to finish…what my parents started.” she finally said.
Spike was a little blown away by her answer. “…Yeah? So your parents were…”
“They were stage performers, in a real up and coming magic show.”
Spike’s eyebrows raised and his eyes lit up with childlike wonder. “…Cooool.” was what he said in reply.
From a few feet away, Rairty and Sunset Shimmer observed what was unfolding before them. Their jaws even dropped a bit in amazement.
“I…I can’t believe he got her to…open up like that!” Sunset half exclaimed to Rarity, barely able to contain her shock.
“Indeed. I wouldn’t have been able to get over myself enough to even begin to talk to her.” Rarity replied.
Sunset was a little frustrated then. “C’mon.” she said as she gently pulled Rarity up off the couch.
“Why? What ever is the matter?” Rarity replied as she was guided in Spike and Trixie’s direction.
“We’re, uhm, ‘getting some punch’.” she said, giving a wink to Rarity, as she took her place beside the punch bowl…and nodded towards Spike and Trixie who were now right beside them…conversation and all.
As Rarity and Sunset ‘fake’ filled their cups with punch, they began hearing the fascinating tale of a man and a woman in love, a magician and his lovely assistant, traveling the world and doing some of the most amazing magic tricks the stage had ever born.
“So, they even started getting shows in Las Pegasus?” Spike excitedly asked.
“Exactly. My parents were gaining crowds in the thousands…Las what?” Trixie’s proud speech died down when she heard Spike’s slip of lip.
“Ehh, nothing.” Spike replied.
Sunset shimmer giggled behind them, as she was from Equestria.
“So they were really on their way, weren’t they?” Spike urged Trixie to continue.
“Absolutely. Heheh. My parents were on their way to becoming the greatest performing pair the world had ever seen!”
“Awesuhummm! So then what happened?”
…
The question seemed to deflate Trixie’s moment like an untied balloon. Her face soured a bit and she looked as though she shrank a size.
“Well…” she began, “…Well then…they had me.”
“Cool!” Spike said, trying to pick up the mood again, but, this time, he took notice of the fact that the depressing atmosphere around Trixie could not be broken. “…What’s wrong?” Spike finally asked. “I woulda thought that you being born would’ve been one of the greatest moments of their lives!”
Trixie seemed to sink even deeper into her hole. “You would think that, but…they started to see that life on the road wasn’t something healthy for a woman who’s pregnant…and…they felt that, having a family and all…they needed to put down their roots somewhere and be solid in one place.”
Spike took a moment to process what she was telling him, as it didn’t seem particularly sad.
Sunset and Rarity, behind them, suddenly got the idea and looked towards each other. Their frowns and looks of sheer sympathy were in agreement.
Spike then took an understanding. “…Oh…” was all he could say then. “…They…gave it up.”
Trixie nodded in reply.
Suddenly, Rarity, Sunset, and Spike focused into view the enormous rock upon Trixie’s shoulders. It would be agreed, opinions between the witnesses being, Atlas would be impressed at Trixie’s feat.
“…So what’d they decide to do instead?”
“My dad’s a lawyer now and my mom’s his secretary. Who woulda thought they’d end up being that, ya know? Heheh.” Trixie managed a weak giggle, lightening up the mood. Spike giggled too, trying to uphold the break within the clouds.
“…So that’s why you…you’re so driven.” Spike said, after a long pause.
“…Yeah.” was all she could say.
As Trixie was looking down into her cup again, Spike placed two friendly paws upon her shoulders, garnering her attention. As she looked up, he looked warmly into her eyes, and, as a great, generous, welcoming smile crossed his lips, he spoke, “Ya know what? I think that’s…awesome.”
Trixie smiled, ashamed a bit, as a blush crossed her cheek. “…Thanks, Spike.” she said in return.
“…Here, here.” Rarity responded from the rear, shocking the both of them.
Trixie was really embarrassed then. “You were!...”
“Eavesdropping, yeah…sorry.” Sunset pushed into the conversation. “…And I gotta say…that’s…pretty noble of you.” she continued with a warm smile, proud of her.
“Ahh’ll say.” Applejack spoke from their side, and, suddenly, Trixie took notice of how silent the room was. Vinyl and Rainbow Dash were beaming with pride as well. Trixie was a sure center of love and affection now. She had rarely experienced this before, within the annals of her entire life.
“Indeed.” another voice came from farther off: from the cushions of the large lounge chair, where a certain, blue maned individual was observing from afar. “That is quite the cause you fight for, child…and a heavy mantle to bear. Are you certain that you wish to mix the real into your illusions? You might not like what you find…”
Trixie took a deep breath, bracing herself, as if she was about to receive a strike from a fastball. “I am, Miss Luna. I wish to know all, in order to restore the glory of my family trade.”
Luna smirked a smile, acknowledging her naivety, yet, undenying of her drive. “Very well, oh foolish but noble one…I shall teach you.”
Suddenly, everyone cheered, even beginning to jump in place. Trixie, herself, was tearing with joy.
“Ah, but, not tonight, so, do calm down. Consider this your…initiation party.” Luna spoke to slightly quell the explosion before her.
“Oahvvcourse!” Trixie replied. “And thank you so much, Miss…tress Luna.”
Luna giggled at the sudden yet appropriate title given her. “Surely. Now…do enjoy yourselves.”
The small sisterhood…plus Spike…then continued their little soiree, this time with an unyielding spirit of warmth and friendship. However, before Trixie joined the general chatter and happiness of the crowd, she took Spike aside and discretely gave him a warm, appreciative hug.
“…Thank you, Spike…so much.” she said, knowing that, if it wasn’t for his human acceptance of her, this path would be far from open and welcome.
“Awwhh, was nothin’.” Spike replied. “Anytime.”
The crowd broke up into shifting groups of dangling conversation. The small cores of girls…plus Spike, spun like atoms, flittering about with giggles and chatter, loosely loosing and gaining bodies at will, whenever the situation demanded it. All went this way…until Miss Luna noticed something.
“…Rarity, dear,” she spoke casually to somewhat disguise her motives yet loud enough for the room to hear her.
“Eh, yes, Miss Luna?” Rarity promptly replied, just as the laughter seemed to squash itself. All eyes calmly turned to the figure in the big chair.
“Did you not mention that this is a…nudist party?” Luna completed her sentence, only her eyes visible above her book. She didn’t look deterred from what she was reading.
Rarity was puzzled and certainly embarrassed about it, but, she indeed remembered. “Why, yes, Miss Luna…I…heheh, certainly did.”
Miss Luna grinned and raised a brow. She then lowered her book, revealing her devious smile and her burning eyes, as she turned them towards the new additions to the group. “Well I see…one…two…THREE…non-nudists…”
…
Shock befell them. It was such that you could almost see the lightning pass through the crowd.
And reluctance was certain, yet, they could all agree…it was only fair.
The silence was somewhat deafening. Trixie and Sunset’s mouths were open like a pair of funnels as they tried to process what they were supposed to do or how they were supposed to answer Miss Luna’s…observation. Then, the loudest, almost creakingly slow, motion was spotted out the corner of Sunset and Trixie’s eyes. It was the silent yet roaring, completely subtle yet blazingly obvious sight of the corners of Viny Scratch’s mouth curling up into a devious smile.
“AHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed a rebel yell, as she tugged a strange, cubic object from…some pocket or space behind her. The cube was a palm sized object with a single red button and no particular designs or marks upon its faces. “NOW YER TAALKIIIIINNNNN!!!” She screamed, just before she took the box and slammed it, button side, down onto an empty spot on the refreshment table. The object unfolded, looking much like a tiny ‘Dumbo, the elephant’, unwrapping itself to reveal a tiny yet potent audio system. It had deep, pounding, vibrant club sounds bumping and shaking from its outstretched ‘ears’, slightly imitating the flapping wings of a humming bird or a dragonfly. The complex audio device, sitting in the center of these vibrating, flaps-like speakers, had a fairly animated, glowing, touch-screen control panel, a handful of miniature layers or decks, lots of knobs and buttons, and light spilling out from any gap that the machine had in its surfaces. To top it all off was a telescoping rod that suddenly rose from the center rear of this machine and, seemingly out of nowhere, popped out a self-illuminated, highly reflective, miniature disco ball, which, for its size, impressively dazzled and lit up the bottom half of the lounge. At least that was as far as they could see it ‘dazzle’ things up, but, honestly, the girls were wondering if this thing could be seen from space.
“Yeah, yeah, YEAAAHHHH!!!” Viny crowed as she held her arms high above her head and began gyrating and swaying her hips to the music, in a medium paced yet energetic dance. She soon brought her hands down and began unzipping her windbreaker. Miss Luna began howling with laughter, as did Rainbow Dash and Applejack.
“Whoooowee!!! Take it off, girl!!!” Applejack cheered Vinyl on as she, Dash, and Miss Luna began bouncing their shoulders back and forth and even clapping to the pounding beat.
Spike, beside himself and really, REALLY lost on how to feel about all this, could only frown in shock. He turned to Rarity for assistance. She wasn’t of much help, herself, as she only blushed her pale cheeks red and watched on with wide eyes and a hand over her lips. They both suddenly looked up at the chandelier, as its brighter, golden light suddenly flushed from the room. Apparently, Rainbow Dash had killed the lights, leaving now only the dark yet exciting, club-like atmosphere to splash and spill across the floor and walls. In the darkness, the party girls in the group, including Miss Luna, seemed to get even wilder.
Vinyl Scratch was already down to her bra and panties, revealing, in the spinning lights and neon glows, her sweet, trim, lily white limbs to the world, along with a wild set of undergarments that screamed with lightning bolts of various, cool hues. This aspect of her was particularly tasty, for the moment that she had them on. It was as if her cute pair of perky breasts and tightly, thinly clothed puff of pussy were live and covered with electricity.
Sunset and Trixie were standing by, idle and silent in shock. Vinyl soon moved to the center of the room and continued to dance, urging anyone up to the same spirit to do the same…which they soon did. Miss Luna, and her curvy, voluptuous, devilishly tasty body was a particular spectacle, leaving stander-bys gasping in amazement at how sexily she could…shake that booty. As a sweet, warm, welcoming atmosphere of welcome started to sink into the crowd, everyone started to feel a lot less apprehensive about doing…anything. In fact, Sunset and Trixie started to feel rather enticed to join in on the wild, unbridled, giggling chaos before them.
Sunset took a gander towards Trixie with a smile. Trixie displayed a somewhat timid version, the same. “Well…it does look like fun, heheh…” Sunset commented, glancing at the girls…which was now starting to include…Rarity, of all people.
“Oh…no…way!” Trixie gasped, observing as Rarity joined the fray.
Sunset giggled, shaking her head. She then turned back to Trixie, smiling nervously, as she was on the cusp of a decision. “…I will if you will…” she said, taking hold of the steel-studded lapel of her trademark leather jacket.
Trixie answered only with a bashful smile and a silent giggle…before both she and Sunset Shimmer began to do all but tear the clothes from their bodies, hollering like two screaming banshees from hell.
The next hour or so sped into a haze of flashing lights and giggling, jiggling bounties of flesh…and a little fur, as Spike and the girls settled into an admittedly potent and extremely heavy atmosphere of warmth, friendship, and hyperactivity. As the moments slipped by, everyone began feeling less and less self-conscious and extremely close. It was then that, in a moment of clarity, Spike felt a little off, maybe a little too welcome and welcomed with everyone. It was then that he wondered if he wasn’t imagining Vinyl giving their drink some kind of special ‘additive’, before they left the kitchen. Was there something in the punch? He was almost certain that there was, but, the moment passed, and, really, he could care less at the time, as he was jukin’ and jivin’ with Miss Luna and/or Rarity, while Trixie was riding on his shoulders like a crazy cowgirl. The uncontrollable atmosphere seemed to cascade into a crash, when Spike suddenly lost balance on a dance step and toppled forward into Rarity, Luna, Rainbow Dash, and Sunset Shimmer. After a few moments of spinning stars, that spun like galaxies around everyone’s heads, someone snickered, attempting to control their giggle, and then, everyone exploded with a loud, barreling, collapsing peal of hearty laughter. With a mighty cheer, everyone picked themselves up and continued to dance like maniacs.
Spike suddenly felt a pair of small, gentle hands tug at his forearm, in the darkness. “…Spike?” he heard a voice ‘whisper’ loudly to him, as he was tugged towards its general direction. He turned aside to find that it was Trixie.
“Oh. What’s up, Trixie?” he warmly replied.
Trixie smiled, slightly embarrassed. “…I need to use the lady’s room.”
After a moment of quiet absorption, they suddenly began laughing at each other. Apparently, it was the awkwardness that got to them.
“Hang on a second…” Spike said and excused himself towards Rarity. “Hey, Rar, you got a downstairs bathroom here? Our guest needs to use the…facilities.” he said, nudging his head towards Trixie.
Rarity giggled at Spikes cordiality. “Certainly, darling.” she began, even as they were funnily shaking hips and doing various gestures with their limbs, shuffling and dancing together. “It’s in the far, right hand corner of the ballroom. You can’t miss it.”
“Thanks.” he said and nuzzled his nose to hers, before he excused himself from her presence.
“Ohohh, Spike, mhmhmhmm…” Rarity giggled in reply.
“Hey!” Spike called out to Trixie, who was already back on the dance floor, with Dash and AJ. “I know where the bathroom is! Follow me!”
“Oh! Right!” Trixie called to him. “Be right back!!!” she then said to Applejack and Rainbow Dash, before she and Spike, for no clear reason, ran giggling out of the lounge.
One would think that a straight trip down a straight hallway would not take so long. However, a hyperactive, drug induced, dazed and confused trip, even down a straight, well lit hallway, could be very unpredictable, to say the least. Aside from being convinced, at some point in time, that they were trouncing down a pathway of gold or yellow bricks, in a field of bright flowers and deep, green grass, Spike and Trixie’s perception of their surroundings changed at will into a myriad of various other things, including an ancient castle, a Greco-Roman style temple, and a long, naturally made forest path, whose hall was made of tall, thickly canopied trees. Thankfully, the effects of the potent but indiscernible drug thinned enough to let them find their way back to Rarity’s main hallway (which they never actually left) and into the dark, empty dance hall…which Spike was doing his best to keep from morphing into an ancient Egyptian tomb. Trixie, on the other hand, wasn’t doing so well in this department.
“Spike! The snakes! Oh ghad!!! They’re everywhere!!!” she screamed as she clutched onto his arm.
“Calm down, Trixie. They’re not actually there.” Spike said and tried to pull her back into the real world.
“…What do you mean?! I can see them AND hear them, all around!”
Spike was a bit miffed at their situation. “…Yeah…don’t worry ‘bout it. I think SOMEONE spiked the punch ‘n we’re all seeing things from…whatever was in there.”
Trixie loosened her grip, only slightly. “R…really?”
“Yeahhh.” Spike groaned.
“But…I can really hear and see it!”
“Mmmm…” Spike pondered a moment, trying to think of some way to help alleviate Trixie’s…‘condition’. Thankfully, his canine eyes had a keen sense of night vision, which had since kicked in, while they were treading into the darkness. He could see plainly a light switch of sorts, on the right wall behind him, so, he moved forth to…
“Ough! No! We’ll get bitten!!!” Trixie groaned.
“Cuhhhmohhhn, Trixie! Lemme just get the lights, and…”
“No, no, NOHHHHH!” Trixie moaned and squealed, utter terror filling her lungs and making the hairs on the back of Spike’s neck rise. He was glad that the others couldn’t hear her, or they’d be rushing over, possibly thinking he was doing something wrong with her. “If you get bitten, then you’ll pass out, maybe even die! Ohhhh! Then who will lead me out of this snake infested hell hole?!?!”
Spike was utterly dumbfounded. He really didn’t know how to react to Trixie, especially since he knew that she was simply tripping off her nut, hard. If he couldn’t pull her out of her predicament, it certainly wouldn’t help to push her farther into it, by making her imagine him getting bitten by a snake. Who knows what she would be envisioning then.
“Eghhh…aaalriiiight.” Spike groaned, stepping back from the direction of the light switch…and the snakes, apparently. He then coaxed her to peer across the long, wide dance floor of the ballroom and to the somewhat distant shadow of a doorway, standing in the far right corner. “Can you see that doorway, all the way over t…uh…just that short…very not long trippy ways, over there?” Spike spoke, quickly retracting his description, as he suddenly realized that he was guiding…if not straight out CREATING whatever image was popping into her head.
“Y…yes?” Trixie replied, ‘pulling’ the doorway closer to them and making the room shrink back to its original size, much like an accordion.
“Okay…we gotta make it past these sna…snnnnnnacks…yeah, edible, chewy granola snacks, so we can get you to the bathroom.”
Trixie looked nervously around her. “Uh…eeeuohkay. But…don’t let us get bitten by the granola snacks on the way over there.”
‘…Well that went well…’ Spike whispered to himself, as he began leading them down this horribly perilous trek he was thankful, yet envious, that he couldn’t see.
He tried to make a beeline for the corner. He was firmly halted by the sensation of nails nearly digging into his skin, through his fur, and by a frightful groaning of Trixie, saying “Oh, no…NOO!”
Spike nearly growled, feeling that she was being utterly ridiculous. He was about to ask why she was so scared, but, he stopped himself, guessing that the granola snacks were smack dab in front of them. “Ughh, which way?” Spike groaned in return, not doing the best of jobs in masking his annoyance.
“Left…left!” Trixie urged, and they did so.
Spike steered them towards the center of the room, ‘going left’ as directed, but, only complying as little as possible to satisfy Trixie’s phobic whims. This was fine for a while…until she said again, “Left! Left!”
“…Left…” Spike replied, half asking, with a voice that annoyedly questioned her reason.
“Yes!” she urgently replied.
“…As in…away from the door?”
“YES!”
Spike rolled his eyes in the darkness. He was even tempted to smack his face with his free paw, but, in a slightly more gentlemanly manner, he controlled his impulses.
He could wish for a straighter, more direct path to the restroom, but, instead, they began wandering about, as if they were treading the great, wrinkled lobes of a giant brain. Trixie steered Spike this way and that, swerving in brilliant vectors that only a drunken boxer could understand. It was getting to the point that Spike was really, really tempted to simply snatch Trixie up like a football and make for the goalpost, which only seemed to tease him, standing nearer and farther with every step they took. Strangely enough, she seemed to take care of his needs, when she screamed “Oh no! A giant cobra!!!” and scurried up his body like a squirrel.
“Where is…gmmmffff…Twmmfxffmmm!!!” Spike’s questions and complaints were quickly muffled as Trixie mounted Spike’s shoulders and swiveled around his head like an office chair. Now…that football tactic he was considering only moments ago was sounding pretty good.
This moment did turn out to be a blessing in disguise, however, on a couple of points. First, Trixie started screaming “Run! Run! He’s coming for us!”, which meant that, albeit that Spike was pretty much blind, with Trixie’s body blocking 100% of his vision, he was now able to make a swift, straight line for the bathroom. Second, much to Spike’s delight…or chagrin, depending on how you looked at it, Trixie was practically squeezing his face with her thighs, right smack dab in front of her sweet smelling, tantalizing, cute, little pussy. Spike was breathing ferociously hard, on the sprint, and drinking in great, hot, billowing wafts of tasty steam off her sweaty womanhood, putting him in quite the bind. He knew that all she was seeing was practically nonexistent, so, he wasn’t exactly in the mindset of a panic. This fact put his focus on A: getting to the door, so that this whole ordeal could be over with…and B: having his curiosities tickled and his instincts, as a dog, teased, with a meatily perfumed tuft of cornflower blue hair and a set of cute, sweet, petite looking lips all but begging to be explored by him, nearly kissing his face. Still…he felt it wrong. His heart held him in place, as a gentleman and the container of a noble dragon soul. It wasn’t right…he left it at that. Yet, one could only wonder what Trixie was thinking. Was she even conscious of the fact that Spike was running and breathing hot, heavy blasts of breath straight into her…
“Ough!” Trixie half groaned, half squealed, squeezing her thighs together suddenly, as she felt the tickling huffs of Spike’s breath tease the sensitive hairs and lips of her sweaty pussy. “Spike! You stop that this instant! We’re running for our lives here!”
“Stop what?!” Spike retorted, now looking out the corners of his eyes, examining the tiny slivers of available vision, above Trixie’s thighs, trying to gain notice of how far or near they were from the restroom door.
“Stop…ohoughh! Stop breathing on me like thaghahht! It…ough…tickles!!!”
“I can’t help it!” Spike yelled, “You’re giving me no choice!”
Trixie looked down onto Spike and considered the fact. It was true. Something else was also true, that, when she felt the hot yet cooling, living breeze flow from Spike’s mouth and caress the tender inseams of her body, it made Trixie notice, more and more…how good it felt to feel a man…touch her with his breath. She had lost sight of the ‘cobra’ moments ago already, and, now, she was simply envisioning a brightly lit meadow, with patches of wildflowers where the ‘granola snacks’ used to be.
“How far away is the…uh…what was it…cobra?!” Spike screamed his, admittedly, false yet thoroughly enthusiastic concerns.
“The what? Oh…right…it’s left us alone. Y…you can…slow down now.” Trixie stated. Actually, she wouldn’t mind if they simply stayed still for a bit and let Spike have a gentle breathe affair with her attentive, moistening womanhood.
“Oh…hah…hah…gohohhd…heh…” Spike panted.
“Nnnnnghhh…” Trixie groaned quietly. His words, literally, made her feel really good.
They had finally reached the wall with a bump, making them both realize that their ‘adventure’ was over. “Wuh, where’s the…door…knob!” Spike gripped and fussed, tilting forward and groping around to feel where exactly the door posts were and where the knob would roughly be.
“Ough!” Trixie panicked as she felt herself slipping off Spike’s shoulders.
Trying to multi task, as he felt Trixie dig her legs into his back and squeeze her thighs a little tighter around his head, Spike reached up in quick reaction, supporting the weight of her body by gripping one of her soft yet wonderfully toned buttocks. Spike didn’t notice, because he was so involved in holding Trixie up and looking for the door knob, that nearly all the muscles in Trixie’s nether regions tensed and twitched in massive reaction to feeling his large, powerful paw grab at her tender ass.
“Nnnggghhheh…where…aha!!!” Spike proclaimed when he finally found and twisted at the pesky, little doorknob, allowing it to unlock and swing freely open, with a slight, swift kick from Spike’s mighty leg. He then pulled Trixie back up…shamelessly grabbing her other buttock with his now free paw, and carried her into the bathroom with a nice, firm, supportive seat, made of both his paws. Spike began to lower her to the floor, just inside the dark, unlit room, and, Trixie was mighty grateful…that he simply was unaware of how turned on she was by his large, muscular digits. Her excited cunt was nearly leaking from the sensation of his fingers prodding in close proximity to her hot, hungry lips, and, her inseams and pubic mound throbbed with a longing for him to keep doing as he was doing…and more.
“…Nnhh…ohh…Th…thank you.” Trixie spoke in a fairly subdued tone. It wasn’t that she was ungrateful. It was just that she was trying her damndest to mask her disappointment of Spike letting loose of her body.
“No problem…mostly.” Spike replied, quickly. “Now…where’s that light switch?...” Spike said before turning to the walls just on the inside of the doorway and probing for some sort of switch-like object. “There it is…” he said, as his pawtips alighted upon some sort of button or nipple-like switching contraption.
*click!*
…
They froze in place.
It was silent at first. Then, all the sounds of sweetly flowing water began, and, the incredible sight before them made their jaws drop wide with disbelief. It was bright…it was beautiful…heavenly in fact…and, last of all…it was confusing.
“S…Spike?”
“…Yeah?”
“Is…one of these a…toilet?”
“…I don’t know.”
In all honesty, Spike was wondering if they were still hallucinating.
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