Chapter II: Sparks

As always, Spike awoke first. Ever so slowly, he disentangled himself from Twilight's forelegs, only to cry out in surprise when they suddenly wrapped around him again. "Going somewhere?" Twilight asked. "Don't you want to stay a little longer?"

"I have to start breakfast, Twilight," Spike replied.

As though on cue, a very loud growl emanated from Twilight's stomach. She blushed slightly. "Maybe breakfast wouldn't be such a bad idea." She hopped out of bed, scooped up Spike and dropped him on her back, and carried him down to the kitchen. She waited patiently as Spike cooked for the two of them.

Twilight's food was gone almost as soon as Spike set down her plate in front of her. She then sat quietly across from Spike and stared at him, resting her head on her hoof. Every few moments, he would glance at her nervously- when their eyes met, she would smile, and he would look elsewhere. Every time their eyes met, she wondered more and more how she'd never noticed how handsome the little dragon had become.

Across the table, Spike's heart beat frantically in his chest. Every few seconds, he would steal a glance at Twilight- she flashed him a seductive smile every time their eyes met, and he would quickly look elsewhere. He wondered for a moment if Twilight had fallen ill- she was acting much differently than her more reserved, bookish self.

Spike finally finished his food. "Well, I have to go- you know that Rarity needs my help today." He hurried to get himself dressed, and opened the front door, only to be immediately buried under a large pile of snow. Spike quickly dug himself out, and saw that the door was completely blocked by a massive wall of it. "It looks like we're snowed in, Spike," Twilight said. Using her magic, she pushed the snow back outside and closed the door.

"W-Wait, Twilight what are you doing?" Spike tried to pull the door open again- Twilight's magic held it shut.

"Spike, are you really going to dig through all that snow by yourself?" He was just about to say something, but stopped himself. Twilight was right, as usual- as important as helping Rarity was, there was no chance that he would be able to dig his way through the snow to the Carousel Boutique by himself. He got undressed and looked back at her. "What are we supposed to do then?"

When their eyes met again, she almost threw herself at him- she resisted the urge, just barely. "Well, you could help me with my studies," she began. "Or maybe, you'd rather do something… else. Hmm?" She winked seductively at him.

He couldn't contain himself any longer- something was definitely wrong. "Twilight, what's gotten into you? Why are you acting so… weird?"

"Spike… I read your diary." She decided to come clean. Spike was smart- he would've figured it out eventually.

Spike stared at her in shock, before his face reddened in anger. "You… you… how could you! How could you invade my privacy like that! I-I-I can't even look at you right now! You… you…" He suddenly dropped to his knees, clasping his hands in front of him. "Oh please, you can't tell Rarity about what you read! I'll do anything! Anything!"

"I was talking about your other diary."

Spike's face reddened again, this time from embarrassment. He squeezed his eyes shut and flinched, expecting a long-winded lecture about how his feelings for her were wrong and that he should just forget about them… or worse, that she would shout at him and throw him out because he was a sick, depraved little dragon.

Neither ever came. Spike nervously opened one of his eyes; Twilight was now standing directly in front of him. The warm smile she gave him made his heart flutter in his chest. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"I… I thought you'd be upset with me."

"Spike… I'd never be angry with you about something like this."

"R…Really?"

She pulled him into a tight hug. "Of course not."

Spike was too stunned to say anything. After a few moments, Twilight continued, "Spike, I had no idea just how… lonely you must have felt for all these years. But, I promise you that from now on, you'll never have to feel that way ever again."

"I won't?"

"I'm always here for you, Spike. If you ever need anything, anything at all… all you need to do is ask me."

It took a few moments for him to ask, "Twilight, could you… help me get rid of my loneliness?"

"Of course I can. And I have just the way to do it."

"W…What did you have in mind?"

Twilight released him from her hug and began to circle around him, not unlike the way a shark might circle its prey. "Well, there's you, me, a nice warm bed upstairs…" She playfully flicked him with her tail, and began to walk towards the ladder to the bedroom. "I think you can figure out the rest."

"Are you sure Twilight? I mean, if you're-" He was immediately silenced when she saw her wiggle her flank at him. She climbed up the ladder to the bedroom- seemingly of their own volition, his feet began to carry him toward the ladder after her.

As soon as he had come to the top of the ladder, Twilight suddenly grabbed him and tossed him onto the bed- she raced over to him, pinning him down beneath her body, and peppered his face with kisses. He laughed and pretended to push her away- he didn't really want her to stop… and it wasn't like he had anywhere to run to even if he did. "Hahaha, Twilight stop!" he laughed. "It tickles!" All of a sudden, to his disappointment, she actually did stop- when Spike managed to compose himself, he looked up into her eyes. A heavy silence settled over the library, disturbed only by the wind blowing outside. Neither Spike nor Twilight said anything, simply gazing deep into each other's eyes.

"Twilight…" Spike began nervously, "…you know, you don't have to do this."

"I know I don't have to. But I want to." She kissed him again, this time on the lips. He kissed back, putting his small hands on her muzzle. She pulled away, to his chagrin, and began to leave a trail of kisses down his front- it didn't take long for Spike to figure out Twilight's destination. She stopped just before she touched his erect member.

It was… different from a pony's- granted, she'd never actually seen one for herself, but through her studies she learned what the average one was supposed to look like. It was pointed, and small, but only because Spike himself was small. She stared at it in fascination, watching every twitch and subtle movement it made. Spike couldn't help but blush as he watched Twilight- she was staring at his dick so intently… She looked up at him, and flashed him a devious smile, before placing a light, almost imperceptible kiss on the tip.

Spike's hips bucked upward almost immediately. Twilight pulled back, another devious smile breaking across her face- it was exactly the reaction she'd hoped for. She kissed it again, before slowly taking it into her mouth. It was easy for her to fit the entire thing inside- Spike's short legs immediately wrapped around her neck as she sucked it and teased it with her tongue. It was surprisingly warm, in spite of Spike's cold blood. The taste was odd, but not in an unpleasant way.

Spike couldn't believe what was happening to him. He'd always fantasized about being… "serviced," but he never would've imagined, not in a million years, that it would've felt anywhere this good. He wanted to do something, anything, other than just lay there passively, but the overload of pleasure coursing through his body made it difficult to think about anything. He could feel pressure building up inside of him, much more rapidly than when he simply masturbated. The pressure escalated as the minutes passed… or was it only seconds? Spike wasn't sure- the cloud hanging over his mind distorted his sense of time. Regardless, the pressure mounted more and more, and Spike's breaths became heavy and erratic.

This was not lost on Twilight, and she pulled away, worried. "Spike, are you alright?" she asked. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

It took a few moments for the hazy pleasure clouding Spike's mind to dissipate. "No, I… I'm fine. It's just… good. Really good." She took him into her mouth again- he rubbed her ears as she serviced him, wishing he could do more for her. The pressure that ebbed away rapidly returned- Spike knew that he wouldn't last much longer. "T…Twilight?" he said, forcing his way through the cloud of pleasure. "I'm gonna… cum soon…"

She glanced up at him for a moment- then, she began to bob her mouth up and down his cock. Spike involuntarily cried out- if what Twilight had been doing before was good, what she was doing now was absolutely fantastic, and the library rang with his moans and cries. The little dragon never stood a chance- after only a few moments, he came in Twilight's mouth. She hadn't prepared, and nearly gagged as the strange substance filled her mouth. However, she kept her lips firmly wrapped around his member, not letting even a single drop escape. In spite of its bitter taste, she swallowed all of it.

She released his shrinking cock and wiped away a small trickle of Spike's seed from the corner of her mouth. "Spike? I'm gonna go wash my mouth out, okay?" He didn't reply; he simply stared up at the ceiling, breathing faintly, his eyes glossed over. She hurried to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth out in the sink. Spike was still in his stupor when she returned. She reassumed her position on top and kissed him; slowly, he came to, placing his hands on her muzzle again and kissing back. He pulled away and whispered, "Twilight… that was amazing…"

She smiled at him. "Thanks."

"Can I… do it for you, too?"

"Of course you can." She held Spike against her chest as she rolled onto her back. He climbed down her body until his face was at the same level as her haunches. It wasn't the first time he'd seen a mare's… private area; he'd had a few glimpses before, both from the mares around Ponyville and from living with Twilight for so long. But it was the first time he'd ever seen one from this close. He scratched his head, unsure where to start- everything just looked so… complicated.

She looked down at him. "Is everything alright Spike?"

"Yeah, it's just…" He blushed. "I don't know what to do." It was true- he'd written down all sorts of things that he wanted to do in his journal, but now that he had an actual mare lying in front of him, he couldn't remember a single thing. "Is there any particular way you want me to do this?"

"Anything you want to do is fine. Just… don't be too rough. And, mind your claws, okay?"

Spike nodded, and began to reach for Twilight's slit. He paused for a moment just as he was about to touch it, then, he gently began to rub around the edges. Twilight nearly kicked him by accident- the sensation was much different from when she used her hoof. Much… better. She moaned, despite her best efforts to contain it; Spike pressed on, encouraged by her reaction. She was amazed by how soft his claws were, and how good she felt at that moment- she'd… touched herself before, but it had never been quite like this. He put a finger inside, and marveled as he felt the inside of her… pussy clench rhythmically against it. Spike couldn't help but be amazed- as much as he fantasized about it, he never thought that Twilight would be so warm inside. Or so wet- his fingers glistened in the faint light as he pulled away.

"Why'd you stop?" Twilight asked, sitting up to look at him. Their eyes met again- this time, Spike was the one who gave a devious smile. Slowly, he brought out his tongue and gave it an experimental lick.

She clopped a hoof over her mouth to keep from screaming. His tongue felt a thousand times better than her hoof, and even better than his fingers had. Spike pulled back and looked up at her, concerned; Twilight merely gave him an encouraging smile in reply. Taking the hint, he lowered his head and went back to work. Twilight bit down on her hoof to keep her moans quiet. She wasn't sure why she did- the wind outside had picked up considerably, drowning out any sounds that might have come from the library. He buried his face firmly between her legs, licking the edges of her love, probing his tongue inside from time to time.

He liked the way she tasted.

Twilight could feel a pressure building from deep inside her hips. It built slowly… too slow to her liking. But she knew how to change that. "Um, Spike?" Twilight asked, her face flushed. "Could you… lick near the top?"

"You mean right here?" He licked the area she had indicated, his tongue meeting a hard bump.

Her leg suddenly kicked out. "Oh goodness, yes!" she cried out, no longer even trying to keep quiet. "Right there!" Spike continued to lick, Twilight's legs twitching and kicking uncontrollably as he did- Spike was rather glad he was out of their range. The pressure escalated rapidly- she was so close now. Twilight urged Spike on with disjointed pleas and praises; he complied with gusto. She rested her hooves on the back of Spike's head, keeping him from pulling back… not that he wanted to. All of a sudden, Twilight seized up- her back arched, driving her pussy into Spike's face, and her thighs wrapped around his head, squeezing it painfully. She tried to let out the scream she wanted so desperately to scream… but all that would come out of her mouth was an odd stutter.

Gradually, she slumped back, her body quivering uncontrollably. Spike climbed up her body until they were face-to-face again; he leaned down to kiss her, but to his surprise, she turned her head away. "Eew, Spike! Go wash your mouth out first!"

"What? Oh, right!" He dashed off to the bathroom- there was the sound of running water for a few seconds, then Spike sprinted back toward the bed as fast as his tiny legs could carry him. Twilight couldn't help but laugh when he stumbled, and almost fell on his face on the way back. As he climbed back on the bed, she asked, "Well, aren't we eager?"

He merely blushed in reply. For a long while, the two only looked at each other in silence- their bout of experimentation was about to reach its natural conclusion. Then, Spike asked, "Uh, Twilight? You're… okay with this, right?"

She lay on her back, exposing herself to him. "We've come this far, haven't we?"

He swallowed at the sight. "Alright… I'm going to put it in now…"

"G…Go ahead." Being a student under Princess Celestia hadn't exactly been kind to Twilight's social life, with her dating life in particular- it went without saying that she was a virgin. But she'd read about such things (under the cover of darkness, of course- who knew what sort of things ponies might say about her if they found out?), heard about them from others. They'd always said that the first time was painful- how painful it was varied, but there was pain all the same. So as Twilight laid on her back, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and braced herself against the pain.

It never came. Several seconds passed, but nothing seemed to happen. She sat up and looked down at him. "Is… is it in?"

Tears began to well up in Spike's eyes- it took a moment for Twilight to realize just how insensitive her question had been. "Oh no, Spike! I-I didn't mean it like that! I… I always heard that the first time was supposed to hurt." She could see now that Spike seated himself deep inside her- she'd been so focused on the potential pain that she hadn't felt him enter. "Just… well…"

Spike took the hint, and started to thrust his hips, slowly. She stroked his body with her hooves- they couldn't kiss, as her body was much longer than his. It was… well, strange. It wasn't bad by any means, just… strange. Maybe it was because it was her first time, but as Spike thrust his small dick into her, she just couldn't figure out why sex was such a big deal to some ponies.

Meanwhile, Spike was in absolute heaven. He was living his dream- he was finally, finally, making love to Twilight. The pressure began to rapidly build up again; he wanted nothing more than to slam into her as fast and as hard as he could, but he fought that urge with all the strength he could muster. He wanted this to last as long as possible; but more importantly, he wanted to make Twilight feel as good as he did.

"Twilight… how're you… feeling?" Spike asked, huffing.

"Uh, alright, I guess," Twilight replied.

"It… doesn't… feel good?"

She couldn't lie. "Not really."

Spike stopped his thrusts and caught his breath. "Am I… doing something wrong?"

"I don't think so- it seems right based on what I've read."

"Maybe I'm just too small." He sighed. "I'm sorry Twilight. We should stop- I don't want to do this if you're not having any fun."

"But I am having fun." She leaned forward and rested a hoof on his shoulder. "Spike… all I want is for you to be happy. This is supposed to be all about you, remember? I-"

"But I don't want it to be just about me! I want both of us to have fun! I'm not doing this by myself you know!"

Now Twilight felt a little guilty. After all, she had said his wish was her command- if he wanted to spend his time pleasing her, then he could go right ahead and do it. "Well that's very gentlemanly of you, Spike. And I think I have a solution. Do you remember that little… bump you found earlier?"

"That one that made you feel really good? Yeah I remember." Before she could reply, he then said, "I think I know what you're getting at." He began to thrust his hips, searching around for that bump; Twilight's hips bucked up once his fingers touched it, nearly throwing him off the bed. He regained his balance, and continued his work. Now, Twilight was beginning to understand why ponies made such a big deal about it. It was… well, good. Very good. Better than she had ever imagined. N-Not that she ever put much thought into it, of course. Her back legs twitched as she rubbed the young dragon with her hooves- he paid no mind to this, completely focused on his thrusts and teasing her clit.

The whole library rang with moans, cries, and other sounds of their lovemaking. The pressure built up rapidly for both- Spike pumped faster and faster as Twilight gave him disjointed praises and urgings. "T…Twilight…" he huffed, fighting through the cloud hanging in his mind, "…do you want me to… cum inside… or outside?"

"You can do it- oh… inside." There was no worry of pregnancy- without magical assistance, dragons and ponies were completely and utterly incompatible. Her leg kicked out as a jolt of pleasure shot up her spine. "Ohh… Spike… just a little more… I'm almost… almost…" She never finished- a great gate seemed to have been thrown open inside her, and Twilight was swept away under a tidal wave of pleasure. She cried out, bucking her hips up as pure ecstasy coursed through her entire body. At the same time, Twilight clamped tightly around Spike's member, and he exploded as well- his body seized, and his mind went utterly blank.

Several moments passed before the two finally relaxed. Spike slumped down on top of Twilight- she massaged his small body with her hooves, the two of them breathing heavily. Spike was exhausted, but he'd never been happier. He snuggled against her body, basking in her warmth- how had he never noticed how soft she was? She was much cuddlier than his blanket, and he was so very tired- he could just… fall asleep… right… here…

"Spike? Spike…" Twilight shook him.

He pushed himself up. "…What is it?"

"Well… I think we should go wash up." Twilight did have a point- the two of them were covered in each other's sticky juices, filling the small room with a very pungent smell. "Uh, yeah, we should take a shower. You wanna go first?"

She pouted. "What, you don't want to go with me?"

"Uh…" But before he could offer any more protests, Twilight scooped him up and trotted off to the bathroom.

She dropped him in the tub and turned on the water before joining him. It was cramped even when Twilight showered by herself, and with the two of them it was miserable; Spike was pressed flush against the tiled wall by Twilight's body. But regardless, the hot water washed the juices from them. In spite of his best efforts, Spike began to relax- the warm water and Twilight's soft coat were just… so… soothing…

"So, Spike…" Twilight began. "I… I had a lot of fun. What about you?" He didn't reply. "Spike, I asked you a question." Still no reply; she reached up and tapped his shoulder. "Spike?"

Spike was fast asleep. She shook him and called his name, but he didn't stir. She didn't blame him- the little guy must have been absolutely exhausted. She was too- as fun as it had been, no one had ever mentioned just how exhausting sex really was. Twilight turned off the water, dried off both herself and the sleeping dragon, and carried him to her bed. She pulled back the sheets and tucked him in, smiling.

Twilight had never put much thought into how she'd lose her virginity, but now that it had actually happened, she was glad it had been with Spike. But what should she do now? She could resume her studies, but as she saw how peaceful Spike looked, a part of her wanted to stay with him. Much to her own surprise, she decided… her studies could wait. And a little nap sounded absolutely wonderful right about now.

With that, she climbed into bed as well, snuggled close to Spike, and drifted off to sleep.