Spike strolled into the Carousel Boutique as per a request I made. Wasting no time at all, he arrived in my room, just as I was finished brushing my mane. Sitting down on the edge of my bed, he eyed me with adoring eyes, causing me, of all ponies, to blush. Was something off? Did I look exceptionally beautiful that day? Perhaps Spike merely sees me in that light at all times. Nevertheless, It turned to him and cleared my throat. Before I said anything, I trotted to the bed and sat next to him, resting my head on his shoulders.
"I bet you're wondering why I called you here, correct?" I asked.
"Wow, you're good," he quipped.
His giggling prompted a quick glare from myself, which silenced him immediately. Sighing, I reached a hoof up, rubbing his scaly arm.
"It's been five days since we made love, dear," I started. Spike nodded. "Now that we're fully sexual, there's a whole new world of love we've yet to discover."
His scaled claws reached up and brushed my mane out of my eyes before rubbing my cheek gently. I vocally sounded my pleasure before continuing.
"So much to do with only one life time ahead of us. Sex is only a stepping stone to a world of infinities, but it is the most crucial step we can take. It won't be long before we're seeing each other just to rut like bitches and studs." Looking up to him, his eyes carry the same gentle warmth they've always displayed. "I already have many ideas cooked up in my designers mind, but this is your show, Spike. In the novel of my life, you're the main character moreso than I ever will be."
"Shh, that's nonsense," he said as he set his finger atop my own lips. Only one gentle gesture, and everything I was going to say completely vanished from my consciousness. "In the novel of your life, you are the author, and I am your cast; at your disposal and ready to be directed. I may be the main character, but you give us life. Without you, I'm worthless."
We stared into each others eyes with longing affection. His draconic green slits stared back, making me feel adored beyond what was possible. The time where such a gaze would make me shriek and warn Ponyville was long gone. Spike was my owner, yet he was the cast of my life's novel. Such a paradox would drive Twilight insane... but this isn't her story. This is our story. This was our romance... and we are going to experiment with it any way we want.