.

A Not So Silent Night

Verse 1

"…Nnnnnnnhhhhheghhhhhhh…oaghhhhhh!" Spike groaned as he stirred. The pain in his head was massively unbearable. There was an ungodly throbbing within, as if a whole array of blacksmiths were pounding away inside his brain, and there was a terrible, constant ringing to match. He rolled left and rolled right, clutching his head with his claws, and massaged his skull's tender bits, managing to gain a fraction of comfort from doing so. Moments passed, as he lay there, pressing and pressing into his eyes and temples, with the ringing subsiding but the pain far from gone. He was not so surprised at this, however, as he had experienced this before. Besides the fact that he passed out from getting stricken from a sudden, personal thunderstorm, he had also fallen prey to another half day of sleeping…oversleeping, that is, and he was paying for it with a merciless migraine.

"Oh dear…are you alright, Spike?" a sweet, flowing, comforting voice came to his ears.

"Puh…p…Princess…Caaaaadance?...Oughhhhh…" Spike groaned, only able to squint his eyes open to view the lovely…blurry blob that was the Princess of Love.

"Is it a headache?" Cadance said as she came to the bedside. "My…it sounds quite bad. Here…let me help you…" she spoke and her horn began sparkling with light. Soon, a slow, weaving stream of sparkles, soothing and creamy with a gentle glow, flowed from Cadance's horn and splashed like a blast of fresh, cooling water onto the crown and horns of Spike's head. A nearly icy yet unbelievably soothing chill swam through his brain and swiftly eased all the pressures and torment within, clearing his mind and completely healing him of his ailment.

Spike's eyes widened as his vision became crystal clear. At this, he drew in a sharp breath of amazement as he was graced with the warming sight of Princess Cadance and her overwhelming charm. Looking around himself to gain his bearings, he found that he was nestled away in Twilight's personal bedchamber, a far cry more comfortable than the stone slabs of the library. Grateful for his relief, he smiled a sweet sunshine smile and rolled his now unhindered, unclothed, and, unbeknownst to him, impressively muscular physique out of bed and dashed forward to embrace Cadance. "Thank you so much!" he cried, forgetting that he was not exactly baby sized anymore. Noticing this only at the last moment, he was only able to stop himself from attempting to leap into Cadance's hooves…but completely unable to stop himself from traveling forward. "OOOOP!" Spike groaned, as he scraped his hooves into the wood paneled floor, attempting with all his might to stop. Unable, he practically tackled Cadance. "Oughhh…!" Spike groaned again, his mind reacting in primal, instinctive self-defense…or rather 'selves'-defense movements, as he protectively scooped up Cadance with his new, longer, larger arms, and puffed his wings wide open to blast a full, frontal flap that practically stopped them stone cold in their tracks, less than a foot away from hitting the wall before them. A large yet thin billow of dust kicked up from his efforts, leaving them to cough a bit, with eyes closed shut. Then…an odd moment out of time occurred.

"KEH! KEHH!...Oh my…" Cadance huffed a bit, coughing and coughing the thin, adequately annoying layer of dust away...only to find herself nestled warmly in the arms of a tall, dark, and handsome stranger that, actually, wasn't a stranger. Most impressive, and she noticed just now that he was doing this, was the fact that he was holding her entire body within his grasp, cradling her like a newborn foal, legs and all, within the landscape of his large, protective arms. His strong, young, yet chiseled baby face looked down with concern upon her, giving her tunnel vision, as her body warmed in his presence. Her hearing was impaired. She saw that he said something to the effect of 'sorry…are you okay', but, she couldn't hear a word. Her forward pair of breasts tightened excitedly as they brushed their soft, youthful heft and stiffening nipples upon one of his forearms. She restrained greatly the urge to settle there and sway her body in place, left and right, so her tight, hungry nipples could pleasure themselves and tease across his forearm, and yet, this tiny detail was the least of her worries. Her rear end was warming to an unbearable heat, and its pleasant announcement was all but subtle as she rested her trim buttocks and throbbing womanhood within his rearward supporting arm.

"A…are you al…right…princessssss…" Spike spoke again, uselessly, as his eyes locked with hers. His peripheral vision clouded over now, as her eyes dragged him forward like beacons in a storm. He could feel her throbbing, womanly flesh burn with desire and wink teasingly upon his forearm, which it caressed and kissed upon. As she raised one hoof…and then the other, she gently caught his face with her tender grasp, as if to catch the moon within a still pool of water. Cadance tilted her head, her soft, come hither eyes dimming to a close, causing Spike to feel the sheer, flowing passion that she was putting forth to him. A hot, musky, delicious scent of perfume flew into the air, as her throbbing cunt lovingly announced its want for him, spilling forth a creamy, passionate, burning share of love juice all over his arm, and she began pressing and stroking her attentively juicy lips upon his accepting flesh. They opened their mouths, delicately wide, as they let their tongues produce a hungry little mating dance for each other, pressing ever forward, to engage in a ravenously passionate, candy kiss…

"What was that noise?!" Twilight exclaimed as she burst into the room to check what was wrong.

"Nnnothing!" Cadance exclaimed nervously, her hooves perfectly slamming onto the floor just as the door banged against its corresponding wall. Cadance and Spike had now arranged themselves at odd angles in consideration to Twilight's prying eyes. Cadance hid her unfortunately ready womanhood away, addressing her face forward to Twilight, while Spike awkwardly stood facing a window and terrace connected to the room, turned away as well…as he was hiding the extremely unbecoming sight of his rather large, meaty shaft, presenting itself out in the open, curving up tightly like a scimitar before his body. It was the last thing he needed to be seen, right now.

"Y…yeah! I uh…" Spike struggled for an explanation, as his manhood tried to calm itself down. He awkwardly spoke over his shoulder, hoping that Twilight hadn't suspected anything.

Twilight wasn't stupid. She could see that something was going on. "Arre you…hiding something…"

"Pu…Princess Cadance, uh, h…healed my headache," Spike cut her off, hoping to high hell that it would buy him and Cadance's bodies some time to simply calm the hell down, "…and then, I jumped out of bed to hug her…thank her, and like that, but, I forgot that I was…"

"…Uhh a couple…hundred pounds heavier than you used to be?" Twilight raised a brow, amused at his faux pas.

"Uh, yeah…heheh…s-sorry." Spike spoke in Cadance's general direction.

"Heheh, it's alright, Spike." Cadance replied warmly, skillfully keeping her composure and nodding with closed, considerate eyes, as she often did. Then, with a hint of somewhat teasing intent, she raised a brow, staring at his thick, hard, excited manhood with a silent 'ooh'. It was screamingly present and unbearably difficult to hide, even as it slowly began to slink away…possibly disappointed. She smiled, gazing upon it and then back at Spike, his back still turned to Twilight. "You can…thank me…some other time." Cadance said, walking towards the door and silently nodding to excuse herself from Twilight's room. "Oh…you may want to be brief with him, Twilight. He's fine now, but, he may need some extra care. You might, perhaps, send him my way later."

"Yes, I see." Twilight replied, thinking heavily on the matter…enough to make her ignore the stray cinnamon sweet scent of freshly lubed pussy in the air, especially around Cadance.

"Anyway. I'll be in the guest room, if you need me." she finished and nodded to Twilight.

Twilight nodded in return as she returned her attention to their 'patient'. All things being fortunate, their brief discussion over Spike's needs was just enough time to calm his little…or rather large, naked tool down.

"So…what's going on, Spike?" Twilight said as she and Spike finally turned to regard each other. "I hear a noise in the library that sounds like thunder and then I find you lying there like cow-pie in the snow!"

Spike's face grimaced, his lips smirking with supreme displeasure, "Yeah…thanks for the visual…and comparison, Twi."

"Eh, sorry. Poor choice of words." she said, blushing.

"Yeah…understatement of the year." Spike replied but urgently went on. "It's a little hard to explain." he began, "I remember waking, sometime before dawn, and looking around for books on, well, weird creatures or body changes; anything that could explain something that would look like…me."

"I see. Well, go on." Twilight urged, her thoughts somewhat fragmented at the moment. She hung on to every word that Spike said, surely, but, on the other hand, as she viewed this large, beefcake of a sta-gon, with his large, meaty arms, powerful hind quarters, and impressive yet threatening pair of somewhat spiky wings, she couldn't help but feel a certain amount of longing in her loins to simply…let him have her…even though she knew this was in fact…Spike…her little pet dragon, assistant, and friend, Spike, and was certain he wouldn't really know what to do with her. Her thoughts remained somewhat cloudy, until he mentioned the part about the secret scroll and the personal stormcloud.

"…So that's what it was." Twilight nervously pursed her lips together.

"Yep. It was totally weird."

Twilight thought deeply for a moment. "Well that explains the trace of ash in the air and that weird book that was sitting next to you, with the big cutout in the middle…and the charred…you. Any recollection as to what the thing had written on it?"

"Mmmmmm…" Spike gripped his jaw slightly and scratched at his head a bit. He played his fingers over his plated spines and then began running his fingers through his…hair? "…Huh? I have spines and a mane now? Man, this is getting too weird…oh yeah! The scroll said something about…uhh…eternal…youth…or life, or something? And I think it said something about a curs…oh man…what did I do to myself?! This is bad…reeeeeally bad…"

"Agreed. Perhaps we should inform Princess Celestia of recent events."

"Yeah. That sounds like a good idea. If anything, maybe she would know what to do."

In their familiar manner, Twilight directed Spike in a well scripted letter to the Princess. She wished her well, briefly, and then went on to mention the events of the early morning. She expressed her concern and fair helplessness of the matter, as it was something she had no knowledge of and hoped that the Lady would at least know what was wrong.

"…Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle." she ended. "Alright. Send it, Spike." she then commanded and Spike was swift to blow a gentle waft of magic flame around the scroll and send it on its way.

"…What do you think she'll say?" Spike asked as they both watched the mystic mist swirl through the late afternoon breeze, on its way to Canterlot.

"I don't know, but, whatever it is, I hope it isn't as bad as it sounds."

Spike looked downward. "…You and me both." he said, as they engaged in a long silence.

The thirty minute wait felt like an eternity. Twilight relieved herself of her, what she perceived to be, 'stuffy' room. It wasn't really stuffy. It was just that she could swear to smelling distinct scents of female love juice, not unlike her own when she was done taking care of her body's needs. There was that…and the fact that she found it very unbecoming of her to stew in a position of weakness. Spike surely was still young of heart and mind…but that didn't stop her body from wanting him to cram his greater gifts deeply inside of her and explode with passion within. Thus, as she put it, she had to get some air, and, as she did so, she kept her mind busy there in an attempt to figure out what Starswirl's spell was supposed to do. Essentially, she could think of nothing, as there simply was not enough information to go by, but, it was better than staying nearby Spike, knowing full well that she could totally take him as her sex slave without him knowing rights or wrongs about it.

"Hggg…plllyeaahh!" Spike gagged and suddenly burped out a scroll. "Twilight!" he called and she was swift to fly to his side, her hooves screeching to a halt to perfectly align herself parallel to his body.

"What does it say, Spike?"

"…Mmmenehhneehhh…menennnenenheneheehhhh…oh…she wants me to report to her in Canterlot, immediately."

Twilight winced in shock. "…Maybe it's far more serious than we thought."

"…Oh…ayeeeedunno…cause…she also wants me to come in unifo…oh, gash…where's the uniform that Rarity made me?!"

"Calm down, Spike. It's right over there, on my hamper." Twilight spoke, pointing her hoof in her laundry box's direction.

Spike immediately tossed the scroll up in the air for Twilight to catch, as he rushed to inspect his clothes. "…Aww. Well I guess I'mma have ta visit the dry cleaners while I'm there. This thing is a little charred."

"That sounds like a good idea." Twilight replied as she looked over the scroll's instructions. "It looks like you'll have some time anyway. She says she'll see you for brunch, in the morning."

"Yeah. I'm just surprised that she has any time for me at all, what with her royal duties and such."

"…But she at least gives herself tomorrow off in certain ways. Didn'tcha know?"

Twilight's words took Spike by surprise. "Eh, why? What's so special about tomorrow?"

"It's…Hearth's Warming Eve tonight, Spike. I thought you knew."

Twilight's reminder flew into his face like a brick. "…Shoot…I…totally forgot."