Spike loved sand. The way it slipped between his claws, the soft brush of it as he kicked it up and watched it settle, the hot, comfy blanket it made for him as the Saddle Arabian sun beat down on him.

He'd been walking for almost an hour now, and the heat only invigorated him. Sure, it wasn't a pit of lava, but there was something powerful about the rays permeating his being, driving him forwards. In the distance, he could see the concrete obelisks that had called him to the desert in the first place, lonely spires that had yet to crack or fall into dereliction despite their age.

The structures of ancient Saddle Arabia were an anomaly to even the most distinguished scientists and magicians if only for the fallacy of their anachronisms. In simpler terms, ponies from those times shouldn't have had access to the materials used to construct them, ranging from cement to concrete to granite.

Spike squinted at the sun above him, trying to mark its position. He was miles from the nearest settlement, and determining the time had gotten rather difficult without a clock handy. He assumed it was past noon, but in all honesty, he had no clue how to read the sun's angle without a dial handy. Shrugging, he resumed in his straight walk towards the obelisks, tall, round, and desolate.

Princess Celestia had entrusted Spike with a diplomatic mission to the Saddle Arabian capital of Ponyadh in order to better foster relations between the two countries. It was customary that a diplomat be sent from one country to the other once a year to better learn of their ways and beliefs, and Spike had been lucky enough to be chosen.

When he had arrived in the skyscraper filled metropolis that was Ponyadh—the exact opposite of what he'd been expecting—he received an audience with the reverent king, a pony that others worshiped and declared holy. The king told him of a pilgrimage that all in his religion took, but warned him that it was scorching hot and tiring and that there would be no shade to protect him from the sun during his journey.

He was both shocked and pleased when Spike accepted so enthusiastically. Saddle Arabia was so much hotter than Equestria, practically boiling, and Spike adored it. He felt completely in his element, and he was never going to turn down an opportunity to both explore and get a suntan.

Still, his legs were beginning to grow tired, and he'd resigned to walking on all fours if only to fight the strain. Spike was twenty-three now, matching Dragon Lord Ember in height but outdoing her in stockiness, his arms thick, his chest and abdomen sculpted, his tail long and dragging in the sand behind him, kicking up small yellow clouds.

He persevered despite his growing temptation to take a nap in the heat. It wasn't like him to give up so easily, after all.

Minutes ticked over and repeated themselves as the spires turned from an outline in the shadow of the sun to prominent blocks in the centre of his vision, and Spike began to make out ornate carvings and runes adorning the structures' exteriors. He wondered what they all might have meant, and was sure that if he had Twilight here, she'd be able to tell him. That, or make a pretty educated guess.

At first, Spike had only wanted to get through his trial, but the more land he traversed and the closer he came to his objective, the more he found himself with a vested interest in the structures the Saddle Arabians considered to be so important. It was almost like how Twilight got when she was studying, he considered, a small smile on his parched lips as he continued to march his way through the sandy barrier.

"Heh, wonder if they've got a lake or something over there. I could use a drink..." It barely registered in Spike's mind that he was talking to himself, but he supposed hours alone following a samey path would do that to most creatures. Even the sedate sound of silence became boring sometimes.

It was times like this that Spike wished he had wings. Not to make the journey quicker, he was quite happy with walking at a relaxed pace, but to get up high and scope out his surroundings. He had no clue what to expect of the high-walled buildings in the distance, nor the towers, and he didn't fancy the idea of getting lost in them. Scaling them would be rather easy, he assumed, but he'd also heard that desecration of these buildings was cause for imprisonment, so he shelved that idea before even considering sticking his sharp claws into the wall.

Standing at almost twice the height of most ponies, it had been a while since Spike had found a building imposing, but the veritable labyrinth that stood before him definitely made its presence known. It's not that he considered turning around and leaving at that point, more that he actually backed up a few paces and turned when he noticed how the spires blotted out the sun. After walking through such a bright and seemingly endless landscape, the dark was almost perturbing.

Still, Spike knew why he was there. He had to complete the pilgrimage, or he'd feel as if he was a liar. Taking a bold step forwards, he allowed his hand to touch stone before moving back onto his feet, standing straight and arching his back. The buildings were so tall and wide, they almost looked as if they'd been constructed for adult dragons, not ponies. Just another curiosity concerning their existence, Spike supposed.

As he progressed, the light continued to seep further away, until it was a fragile, wavering thing in the distance behind him, with little trickles pushing through small cracks in the distance. Spike had decent vision in the darkness, and what he could see was more of the ornate carvings that had featured on the exterior, etched into the walls and depicting battles, excursions, kingdoms... He could only make out any detail when he breathed a small burst of fire, but instantly, he clamped a hand over his mouth, realising his mistake.

He couldn't burn any of the etchings, it would be near-sacrilege. Slowly, trepidatiously, Spike continued to walk, paying special attention to his footing as he continued and being sure not to allow his claws to scrape across the floor. He had to treat the place with respect, it was the duty of a good diplomat, and he wanted to make Celestia proud just as much as he didn't want to anger a foreign nation.

Besides, Celestia's pride equated to Twilight's pride.

Spike's work for Celestia meant he got to see Twilight more than he would have liked, but the trade off was worth it if only for the quality of the time they now spent together. They always had so much to talk about, from Twilight's duties and experiments to Spike's travels and missions, and it made for a firmer companionship between them, something better than Spike's adolescence, when he had spent the majority of the time stir crazy.

Now it was all fun and enjoyment, and Spike couldn't help but look forward to every next time he would see the beautiful nerd. He could picture her now, her tail fluffing with excitement and her ears perking up as he prepared to regale her with a new exploit or mistake of his, her soft giggles as he recounted his latest screw up and her looks of concern over any small indiscretion on his part.

His mind was so full of Twilight that he barely noticed the shape shifting in the distance. Spike felt a bristle in his scales as if wind had just passed through his body, and instantly he found himself on full alert, his large tail pressed to the floor and his feet firmly planted.

"Who's there?" he called out, attempting to mask his fear. Spike knew he was powerful enough to take on some creatures, but this was the desert, it could be a giant scorpion for all he knew, or something even worse.

No answer, and he tried to downplay it in his mind, one of his feet tapping as he considered turning tail like he should have earlier. Maybe it was just his eyes playing tricks on him?

Spike's eyes didn't play tricks on him and he knew it. All thought of safety left Spike as he let forth a blue jet of flame, illuminating the tunnel and stripping away the darkness' fog, his eyes refocusing as he scanned the hall for sign of a resident.

Another bipedal creature stood in the distance, a couple of feet taller than him, with indistinguishable features and an impressive physique. Before Spike could switch to a defensive stance or even rush out a few words, he found himself being whisked off of his feet by the creature and rushed through the structure, his grip firm but not rough, a single arm able to hold the drake with ease.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" Spike called out, kicking his legs and attempting to wrap his tail around the creature but to no avail. In a moment of panic, Spike breathed fire over the creature's back, but it appeared to glance off with no effect. How was that possible? Was the creature draconic too, or just a powerful magician?

The question was lost on Spike as he was pulled deeper and deeper into the recesses of the structure, eventually being ascended up a large spiral staircase. By this point, he had resigned himself to his fate. No matter what he did or how he struggled, he couldn't break the creature's grip, so he'd hold off on escape until he'd had an opportunity to assess the situation.

Up and up they went, sunlight bleeding through and allowing Spike a quick glimpse of the dark fur on the creature's back, almost wolfish in texture. They continued to climb the tower as the creature's bounding steps reverberated along the staircase, his feet moving up four or five stairs at a time even while he modulated his breath, seeming to never tire.

The repetitive cycle of stair seemed to end exactly when Spike thought it might never. They leveled out at the peak of one of the towers, though Spike had no clue which, passing through a set of double doors and into a dank, unlit chamber.

Spike could feel his heart hammering in his chest even as he was set down, and by instinct he released more fire, hoping the creature would at least flinch and back up. It didn't move an inch, looking down at him with a curious stare from its one eye. There was a short flash, and the room came to life, a bright light emanating from the ceiling as Spike felt multiple eyes fall upon him, all singular and each belonging to another bipedal furry creature.

"Why do you fight me, young one?" his kidnapper asked with something between a bark and a rasp, his tongue clicking between his words.

"You just grabbed me out of nowhere!" Spike protested as if the reason couldn't have been anymore obvious, his eyes swivelling as he took in the room, various modern instruments that looked as if they might not have been out of place in Ponyville General situated throughout the room, more strange carvings adorning the walls to make for a strange but intriguing contrast.

Spike might have appreciated it more if he wasn't scared shitless. "So, is someone going to explain to me what the heck's going on? Should I be fighting or running or begging for my life? I honestly don't know."

"You have nothing to fear from us, young one." the creature looked to his companions. "He is a new one, we have not seen him in our halls before. We should learn of him."

A few rasps and hisses were heard in response, but they all seemed to the affirmative. The way they spoke freaked Spike out a little. Even after all of the places he had visited, it still seemed extremely outlandish. Regardless, they said they wanted to 'learn of him', whatever that meant, and it could be an out. "Uhh, what did you want to know?"

"You are new," the creature repeated, his eye widening. "We wish to study you."

"Well, I can tell you all about me if you really want?" Spike offered, a little breathy in his speech. "Would that help?"

"It would be much faster if you allowed us to glean that information ourselves," the creature clicked, gesturing to a table in the corner of the room, wired to strange glowing devices that seemed to beep and tick. "Would you take a seat for us?"

"Over there?" Spike asked, gulping. "What do those machines do? Will you hurt me?"

"I have already told you, you have nothing to fear from us." His voice was smoother this time, but still retained its signature rasp.

"As long as I comply, right?"

"You could turn and leave now and we would not stop you. I apologise for the way that you were delivered, but it seemed faster than allowing you to discover this place alone. When you discovered me, I felt it was the best choice to bring you straight here."

"Hold on a second, who are you?" Spike turned to each of them in turn, his lips parting as he attempted to place their origins. "I don't think I've ever even heard of creatures like you. What are you?"

"We are the architects," the creature simply said.

"Of this place?" Spike asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Of many. We are not of this world originally, but visit from time to time. This happens to be one of those occasions."

"Wait wait, hold on, let me get this straight," Spike stammered, backing up a little. "You guys are aliens?"

"If you like that term, than yes, that is what you shall call us," the alien responded, widening his maw and clicking thrice. "That said, will you assist us?"

Spike considered the question for a moment. He had only come here to study the ruins for the sake of his mission, and now he was being asked to be a test subject. Only him, huh? Why couldn't this weird stuff ever happen to someone else, and how the heck was he meant to react to it?

The aliens were patient with him, calm and relaxed as he mulled their question over. Eventually, Spike realised what his issue with the whole thing was. "You're not gonna use whatever you find to do something bad, are you?"

"Young one, we are architects. We do not unmake."

"Yeah, suppose you've got a point there." Spike tapped his foot against the floor as his eyes travelled to the ceiling, his eyes squinting at nothing in particular as he attempted to rationalise the situation. "Are the tests simple?"

"They require nothing from you but your compliance, and you will not feel anything. Does this satisfy you?"

Spike nodded, still unsure but beginning to lean towards confidence, or at least acceptance. His feet carried him closer to the aforementioned table, and he looked back to the aliens with a tilted head. "So just sit here, right?"

"Exactly that. Now, take a deep breath and close your eyes. There will be a reward for your service later."

That was a lot of fun. Spike had been all through the towers, recording notes and learning about the ancient Saddle Arabians, and not once did it get dull! He'd wished for a little companionship at points, but the solitude of the experience had its allure too. He'd have plenty to tell Twilight about, that was for sure.

There were two things, however, he couldn't explain. One was a very faint feeling of lightheadedness that seemed to be fading, and the other was a strange device he had found in his saddlebags, one with a multitude of buttons.

He could remember finding the thing, it had been about a minute after he walked into the place, when he lit up the dark room. There it had been, laying on the floor, and he had picked it up and gone on his way without incident. It seemed strange, a piece of what he could only assume was magitechnology being all the way out here, but Spike didn't have the foreknowledge to question it. For all he was aware, magicians might have frequented the location.

Or perhaps someone dropped it during their pilgrimage. Regardless, it looked to be a cool little doohickey, and finding it had just been the cherry on top of a good day. The sun was beginning to set as Spike trudged back through the desert, slightly exhausted, but the chill that the night brought about sped him along. First, he would go to the king and show him proof of his excursion and what he had learnt, and then he would spend the next couple of days travelling back to Ponyville.

The night grew darker and more tiring as he went, and still the nearest outpost was a fair distance away. Spike twiddled his claws as he walked, keeping a brisk pace if only to outmanoeuvre the cold, but still it managed to keep up with him, sending a chill up his spine that even managed to permeate his thick scales.

He needed a distraction. Jostling his bag, he felt around inside to find a small packet of gum, something they seemed to be fond of in Saddle Arabia. He chewed on it, the taste of spearmint filling his mouth as he went, but after ten minutes it had no flavour left to give and again he was in the clutches of boredom, tiredness and cold.

He'd hoped the minty flavour would bring him to alert, but no luck there. He spat out the chewed up gum, leaving it in the sand as he continued on, hoping to find something else to occupy himself with. Eventually, his claw brushed against the remote, and he reached for it out of plain curiosity. Perhaps the thing could provide him with some amusement?

Fishing it out, he looked over its sleek, metallic surface, the many multi-coloured buttons looking back at him. He wondered if it still worked in any capacity, and what its purpose might be. It can't have been that important if somepony dropped it and never thought to go back and find it, right? Spike figured it couldn't hurt to at least press a button or two and see what it did. Hell, maybe it was a musical instrument, or something like that.

Holding the thing between his claws, Spike squinted down at the buttons, but found no markings aside from their colours. Shrugging, he pressed one at random, waiting for something to happen. He was almost disappointed when a sound didn't ring out, and was about to place it back in the bag when he heard a very loud, distinct, and clear voice emanating from the device.

Spike reached the outpost, rested, travelled all the way back to Ponydah, spoke to the king, and rested again, all in the span of a second.

He remembered everything clearly. Each of his interactions, the way the king had nodded and praised him for his keen eye and attention to detail, the moment he got his foot entrenched in sand on his way back to Ponydah, and even paying for the room he was currently staying at.

Yet, somehow, it had all happened in a second. All of the tedium of his travels had disappeared in favour of relentless, nonstop, and instantaneous action. It was crazy, it made no sense, it—

It can't have been the device. Spike remembered using that too, yet only now that time had finished zooming had he had a chance to think about it. How long had gone by? An entire day? More? The notion that such a thing could occur was astounding, Spike had never heard of magic like that, magic that sped time. Chaos magic, maybe, but definitely not unicorn magic, or even the powers that Tirek possessed.

It was only just setting in to him, but Spike was now becoming increasingly sure that he had just shot his way through time, and it was as simple as pressing a button. Talk about convenient, huh? He sat in the bed of his inn room with a small grin as he realised another thing: there were so many more buttons to press.

He was giddy and slightly fervent as he reached for his bags, tearing through them to find the small device. For a moment, he was worried he might have lost it, but soon enough he was reunited with the curious thing. He stared at it, his eyes filled with awe as he wondered just what else it might be capable of.

Spike probably should have left the remote alone. There were so many buttons to press, any of them could have caused something disasterous to happen, and he would have been the sole cause.

...but there were so many buttons to press.

Wasn't there a chance that something equally awesome could end up occurring? Spike fiddled with the thing in his claws, his scales glazing over the surface of each metallic bump as he envisioned himself pressing down and allowing fate to take its course. The first time had been so shocking, so impressive, he had to imagine that he could do something else of equal amazement—all of the power was in his hands.

Spike looked out of the window, seeing the modern metropolis that made up Ponydah from its high reaching buildings to its paved and tarmacked streets, dressed ponies walking along as the sun continued to set. Everything seemed so peaceful, yet he could very easily disrupt it with something as simple as a tense of his hand, a press of a small button.

Perhaps Spike wasn't always a creature of sense and forethought. Would he have been the same dragon if he was? his claw traced around the remote as he considered his options, multi-coloured buttons with strange engravings staring back at him. He had no clue how to decipher any of it, nor who could have written it, but he wasn't about to go and ask any of the Saddle Arabian ponies. For all he knew, this could be a dangerous magical artifact, and hoofing it over to a foreign nation hardly seemed like a good idea.

Neither did using it again, but curiosity had been known to slay the dragon on occasion. Spike thumbed the leftmost button as he felt his heart rate begin to increase, the feeling hammering at his chest from the inside as he became profuse with sweat, a slight shake to him. He pondered the possible ramifications of his next action, but his thoughts never led him anywhere concrete. How could they when the next step was such a mystery?

One press, that was it, and then he'd have an answer to his wonderment.

Wincing, Spike made his choice, squeezing on the device and watching the device flash green for a moment as it seemed to surge with lightning. It whirred with arcane brilliance, a detail lost on him previously, and once more a loud, booming voice could be heard from it.

There was a blinding flash in the near vicinity, and Spike forced a hand over his eyes to shield them from the sudden surge of energy. He could almost feel the power coming into being before him, but there was something about it that was completely different to the atmosphere that unicorn or even alicorn magic created. Plenty of time around Twilight told him that much.

Squinting, Spike began to lower his arm and take in the sight before him. Hanging just outside of the open window was a strange, purple field, in the centre of which he could see what looked like a street. He looked closer, hoping to discern some identifying detail, but he could barely make anything out besides the cobbled stone paths and the rolling hills in the distance. Could it have been Ponyville? Surely it would already be dark there.

Spike understood the concept of portals. One side brought you to the other, just like teleportation, but how could he be sure that this would work? Was there anything that could happen to him as he walked through it?

Wait, the portal was outside the window. What if it was only an image and he fell straight through it? He'd only fall a story, and he doubted he'd even break anything if he was prepared for the landing, but fuck would it hurt. Spike weighed his options as he stood there, eventually electing to take a single finger and push it into the opaque surface of the portal, hoping he'd still have the digit when he pulled it back out.

He did so, and when he retracted his hand, his finger was still there, and he'd been able to see nothing on the other side. Surely it was safe?

Okay, there was no guarantee whatsoever that it was safe, but he'd just risked losing a finger, might as well go all the way. Steeling himself, hoping he wouldn't fall a story and graze up his scales, Spike climbed up onto the window ledge with his bag on his side, prayed to Celestia he wouldn't get lost in transit, and jumped.

He landed on the ground in a small crunch, snow bunching up around him and causing him to shiver. Snow? That didn't seem right. Opening his eyes and picking himself up, Spike studied his surroundings in more detail. This definitely wasn't Ponyville. It took a little walking, but he managed to find a sign that hadn't been iced over, yet it was still covered by a soft blanket of snow. Reaching up and brushing it off, he saw the words Trottingham Town Square inscribed on the wood.

Now that he thought about it, it made sense. The landscape of Trottingham was meant to be much like that of Ponyville, but it was also far further north. Had he really gone that far with the press of a button? It seemed impossible, yet it filled his heart with energy.

If he was able to focus, would he end up in Ponyville next? Spike had no clue if it worked like that, but he at least knew what one of the buttons did now. The leftmost made portals, now he just needed to figure out how to focus that. Looking behind him, he saw that the last portal had vanished. That was good, he didn't want to leave an open conduit to Saddle Arabia right in the middle of the street.

"Okay Spike," he said through the biting cold, holding the device tight in his claws. "Think of Ponyville."

Images of the multi-coloured buildings, the scenery, the castle, and Sugarcube Corner all flashed in his mind as he triangulated every facet of the town he could remember with his mental GPS. He knew the landscape, he knew the sights, he even knew where it was relative to other towns, and where he was now. Continuing to channel those thoughts, his eyes firmly shut, Spike pressed down on the remote once more, knowing this was a shot in the dark.

Another whir, another voice.

The first thing that Spike felt was relief that he had pressed the right button. The next was the feeling of power before him as another gateway was torn open before him. He peered through it, this one easier to study, and almost immediately spotted the moonlight refracting off of the crystal castle in the distance, his home. He had done it! Now to go home.

Spike boldly stepped through, a smile on his face and not even a moment's thought spared as to the safety of the construct, he felt at peace. He found himself barely a minute's walk from his home not an instant later, and with gusto he wandered through the night, intent on disturbing Twilight's rest. Usually he would have waited, but this was so incredible, she had to see it! He knew she'd only be angry if he had waited for something as silly as 'sociable hours' first.

So it was that he rushed through the castle—barely forgetting to close the front doors behind him—and up to Twilight's room. He barely remembered to tiptoe past Starlight's bedroom, but aside from that he was too hyped to consider how much noise he was making.

The sounds of his footsteps must have carried, because Twilight had flicked on a lamp and pulled up her eyemask before Spike could even say a word to her. Her eyes slowly focused on Spike, and at first she looked as if she might crack a smile, but her happiness to see him was soon overshadowed by concern. "Spike! What are you doing back here already! You're meant to be in Saddle Arabia for Princess Celestia!"

Twilight had jumped up and out of bed with an uncanny amount of energy, her scolding senses driving her entire body. "Hold on, Twilight, there is a reason. Just let me get it out of my mouth, and—"

"Is that snow on your scales? Where the heck have you been?" Twilight's eyes flashed incredibly critical, she hardly seemed as if she was going to trust anything Spike had to say.

"The snow?" Spike said, only just noticing that a small measure of the stuff still clung to him. "Oh, that was from Trottingham."

"Trottingham?! Why were you in Trottingham?" If Twilight had looked irritated before, she was freaking incredulous now. Spike really did have a way with words.

"No no, listen, Twi! You've got it all wrong!" Spike waved his hands at her, feeling half her size despite being, well, twice her size.

Twilight sat on her haunches and looked up at him whilst still somehow managing to appear as if she was looking down at him, clearly unimpressed. "This had better be good."

Spike took a second to breathe, glad that he was actually going to get a chance to say his piece, but the waving of Twilight's hoof hurried him along. "Right, so first of all, I did go to Saddle Arabia. Look, I've even got the sand in my bag to prove it!" he said, offering his back forth for Twilight to inspect.

She peered into it, noticing a few grains on the inside. "And the snow on your scales to boot. Wanna explain to me how all of that happened?"

"So I was on this pilgrimage to these ancient spires near Ponydah, the king sent me—"

"The Towers of Stabel?" Twilight instinctively responded, her eyes lighting up. "If you're serious, you're extremely lucky you got to go, and you'd better have taken notes for me."

"Even better, notes and sketches. I'll show you those later. Anyways, while I was there, I found this strange thing..." Spike dug into his bag, producing the device once more. "Can you tell me what this is, Twilight?"

Twilight scrutinised the object in his grasp, an eyebrow raising as she glanced it over. "Can I hold it?"

"Just tell me if you recognise it for now, or if you can work anything out about it at first glance."

Twilight bit her lip, her eyes briefly crossing as she stared at it closer, pushing her head forwards. "I... I'm honestly not sure. I can't sense any magic from it, and I've never seen something like this in any book, let alone in real life. I've got no clue what it is."

"Really?" Spike blinked, looking down at the remote again. "Because this thing is definitely magical. It can do all kinds of crazy stuff! That's how I got back here so fast, actually."

"Hold on." Twilight craned her neck, pointing a hoof at the remote. "This little thing helped you to get home?"

"Yup! Just pressed a little button and bam, portal."

For a moment, Twilight was silent, but her eyes were moving over the device as if she was attempting to read it, constantly flicking back and forth. She didn't look up at Spike, and her voice was barely above a mumble. "A portal, you're serious?"

"Uh-huh! Two, in fact."

"It can't be... No magician has ever been able to make a sustainable portal between two locations, matter transference only works through teleportation. Celestia has tried it, Starswirl tried it, hell, even I've tried it. You're telling me that this thing can do it repeatedly?" Twilight's face was almost white now, whether it was fear or excitement, Spike was unsure of.

"Not only that," Spike continued, despite being a little worried that he was about to overwhelm her. "The first time I used it, I skipped time. Like, an entire day passed in about a second. At least, it did for me. Everything sped up, and I remembered going about my entire day, making my choices, but it was done like a snap of my claws."

"That's incredible... you promise you're not joking?" Twilight looked as if she might cheer or cry at any moment, her tail was thudding against the floor and her body was lightly shaking, as if this was either the best or worst news she had heard all year.

Spike had an inkling it was the former. Wordlessly, a small smirk on his lips, Spike pressed the leftmost button on the remote again, and another portal flashed up beside him, the word ringing out as he did so. Twilight rushed over to it, her horn sparking, her eyes bugged as she attempted to deduce how the hell it had came to be.

She stood there in a state of befuddlement as multiple lines of purple radiated from her horn, glazing over the portal. "I can't explain it," she said in a whisper, still staring. "I can't detect any magic from this, not even chaos magic. But it's real, isn't it, Spike? You've been through two of these..." Slowly, a grin settled on Twilight's face, and her tail flounced as she began to jump on the spot. "It's real! This is really a portal!"

"I know, it's awesome, huh?" Spike grinned, pressing the button again and allowing the portal to dissipate.

"Awesome?! This is astounding! It's spectacular! It's—" a blush settled on Twilight's cheeks as she stopped prancing on the spot. "Those are all synonyms of awesome, aren't they?" The embarrassment was short lived, as she bounded over to Spike and laid her hooves around him, her softness enveloping his abdomen as she gave him a squeeze. "Thank you so much for showing this to me, Spike."

Spike could feel her trembling around him, her breath was threatening to escape her completely with each pant as she held onto him tight, nuzzling into his belly.

"I've missed you," she finally said, her ears tickling his stomach as she pressed her head against him, softly moving her muzzle back and forth. "And this is..."

"I completely agree," Spike laughed, giving her a squeeze back, nonetheless conscientious of his strength and being sure not to harm her. "Maybe after you've had some more sleep, we can look at it some more? I'm still wide awake, because it was barely evening in Saddle Arabia, but—"

"Sleep?!" Twilight almost barked, her eyes hardening, though she soon giggled away her seriousness. "Who needs sleep?! Let's test this further! I want to see what this thing can do!"

Spike looked down at Twilight as she smushed her fuzz against him, his body coming to life in the warmth of the embrace. "Aren't you worried that it might do something, you know, bad? Shouldn't we be in a controlled environment?"

"I..." Twilight was silent for a moment, but her muzzle still curved upwards as she withdrew from the hug and looked up at Spike. "I know you're right, but can we just press one button?"

"Twilight, are you sure that's a good idea?"

"No! I'm not sure at all!" Twilight said through quickened breath, a few more laughs escaping her as her muzzle scrunched. "But I want to try it! I know that's stupid, but..." she swished her mane, her words quietening. "It's been a long time since we've done anything together, Spike. This could be fun. I know we should wait, but I'm excited, and... One button? Please?"

"I mean, I've already pressed two... I suppose one more couldn't do any harm." Spike knew the logic in that was essentially non-existent, but he couldn't help loving the way Twilight's face lit up when he said it.

"Great! Do you want to pick another?" Twilight took a few steps back and waited on Spike as he began to look over the remote again.

"Well, we know what the one on the far left does. Far right sound good to you?" Twilight nodded, and Spike fought off a gulp. Hopefully, this wouldn't be disastrous. Maybe it would be fun, maybe they'd enjoy themselves. "Here goes nothing, I guess!" Spike pushed his thumb down on the rightmost button, his muscles tensed as he waited for a result. Again, the remote lit up, this time purple, and once more it began to buzz as a voice sounded from within.

Before Spike could make sense of the words, he felt a spell of dizziness overtake him, falling back against the bed and squeezing his eyes shut. Behind his closed lids he could see multiple flashes of various colours, all shocking his senses and impairing his vision. His body felt strange, and for a moment he began to worry.

Deep breaths, and surely he'd be fine. He opened his lids, looking down only to see a pair of hooves beneath him. Was Twilight holding onto him again? He tried to move his arms, only to see the hooves move with him, soft and fluffy and not attached to him in any way.

Wait, they were him. He just moved them. Spike parted his muzzle in shock even as he realised he had a muzzle, slowly flexing his new hooves and watching the way they moved, becoming accustomed to the new body. 'Consciousness exchange', that's what the device had said. Did that mean he'd somehow ended up in Twilight's body? "Twilight?" Spike called out, and it was in Twilight's voice, which was only more confusing.

He looked around the room with pony eyes, looking for her, or rather, himself. In the side of the room, behind a dresser, an off-balance drake was stumbling to all fours, looking exactly like Spike was used to seeing in a mirror except for one difference, the purple eyes. Did that mean that his green eyes were a part of Twilight right now? That was an interesting touch.

"S-Spike?" Twilight responded, and she had his usual gruffness to her tone. She tried to get up onto two feet, but she wasn't used to his weight distribution and opted to remain on all fours. "You're in my body, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am!" Spike responded in a surprisingly girlish, excited voice. "This is so strange! Cosy, too. Who knew that being a pony felt this fluffy, even on the inside?"

"You like it, huh?" Twilight snickered, taking a couple of steps forwards. "Just be careful with my body, I'm gonna need it back at some point."

"Please, like I'd do anything stupid with it," Spike laughed, hopping up onto all fours and promptly flopping to the ground, feeling his flanks poking out as his tail swished in the air. "This... is gonna take some getting used to." The tail seemed to flick about of its own accord as he dug his hooves into the carpet, attempting to right himself as Spi—no, Twilight laughed at his expense. "Yeah, yeah, hilarious." Spike tutted, realising exactly who he sounded like, because, hey, he was her.

"N-no, it's not that." Twilight seemed to consider that for a second, tilting her head. "Well, it's kinda that, but this is so alien to me, so surreal. To think, do I actually look like that?"

"Like what?" Spike questioned, pushing himself up hind legs first and keeping his forelegs planted to the floor as his tail draped over his barrel, Twilight staring the whole while.

"Uhh, Spike? You're kinda giving me a view..."

Looking behind him and realising what Twilight was talking about, Spike attempted to cross his hind legs, only to fall flat again. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Twi!" A few moments of laying there, attempting to force his tail down, and another thought crossed his mind. "Hold on, why are you complaining? It's your body, you've seen it before."

"W-well, yeah, but it's you in the body, and—"

"Then why were you looking?" Spike snickered, stretching out again.

"Well, because, I... I don't know, it's just interesting to see, I guess. Odd, but kinda fascinating." Twilight seemed to stare at her own plot for a few moments, chewing on her draconic lip. "You know what's even more fascinating? Your body. It feels so hard, and powerful. How do you walk around like this without breaking things?"

"Well, are you remembering not to tense? It's pretty easy to go from relaxed to straining in my body, and—" Spike's eyes drifted downwards, not even by intent, and he noticed from his line of sight that the larger, taller dragon before him was hard in more ways than one. "Err, Twi?"

Twilight blinked hard before focussing her attention on Spike's face. "Yeah, Spike? Wow, I look pretty different with your eyes."

"Are..." Spike considered how to phrase it gently, but nothing of particular use came to mind. "Are you alright over there?"

"Perfectly fine, I think! Like I said, I'm a little tense, but—"

"You've got a hard-on," Spike deadpanned, pointing with a hoof. "My cock—err, your cock is hard as fuck."

"That's what that feeling is?" Twilight gasped, falling onto her backside to inspect the growing shaft between her legs. Without thought or consideration, Twilight ran one of her hands along it, looking up at Spike. "It aches a little, now that I focus on it. I wasn't sure where it was coming from before, but I think all the blood's pumping there. How do I make it stop?"

"Well, I mean, how do you think?" Spike really didn't want to have to spell it out for her, there were some levels of awkwardness that even he hadn't crossed with Twilight, and he wasn't planning to.

"Oh, you mean like this?" Twilight asked in an innocent tone, wrapping a claw around the head of her cock and inching her way down. She shuddered a little from the feeling, but Spike instinctively started shaking his head.

"No, no. You're doing it all wrong. You've gotta make it wet, first."

"Oh! That makes sense." For a few seconds, Twilight just sat there. "Should I spit on it, or?"

"I usually use lubricant, because my spit isn't very glossy. However..." Spike finally managed to stand, inching over towards Twilight and dipping his head until he came within inches of her cock, dribbling down a thin layer of spit and allowing her to pump it in. "That should work for you."

"Okay... am I the only one who thought that was way hotter than it should have been?"

Spike couldn't deny it, he felt the same way. Being inches away from his own cock but seeing Twilight play with it, being in Twilight's body and knowing he could dip down and suck on it, there was something incredibly strange and amazing about that sensation, and it was definitely one he was enjoying. Still, why should she have all the fun? Spike began to sway his hips as he walked away, causing his alicorn ass to lightly jiggle for Twilight as he felt his wings beginning to stiffen. "This what you had in mind for an experiment?" he purred, his tone husky and seductive.

"Mmf... I mean, i-it's definitely yielding good results," Twilight huffed, her hand moving faster up and down her cock, now lathered in spit.

Spike looked back with a smirk and a devious glint in his emerald eyes, falling onto his haunches and swishing his tail over his hind legs. "So, what about you? What's the process for your body?"

"Oh, are you feeling left out?" Twilight chuckled as she continued to pump up and down, finding a rhythm and gently cupping her balls with her other hand, being mindful of the claws. "First off, you wanna make sure you're nice and slick down there."

Spike took a hoof and moved to explore his new pussy, quickly moving it back up with a tint to his cheeks. "Looks like that's not gonna be a problem for me."

"You get excited watching me? You little narcissist," she winked, her voice a rough hum as she increased the speed of her motions. "First off, you wanna—mmh—warm up your body. I like to start by rubbing over my chest and belly and getting myself all hot and bothered, teasing myself a little..."

Spike did as instructed, taking his hooves and rubbing through the tuft of fur on his chest, reveling in the softness of his fluffy body. He pushed and kneaded his way lower and lower, his body incredibly sensitive and receptive to his touch, moving up and down and swirling in short circles around his belly as he wriggled in place, causing Twilight's cock to twitch excitedly. "And I'm the narcissist? You can't get enough of this."

"Shh..." Twilight was biting on her lip hard as she worked her shaft, stroking faster and faster. Her cock was incredibly stiff and its foreskin moved over her head in a gliding motion, keeping the entire surface moistened and sensitive. "You wanna be gentle at first, build up to it, and then try rubbing around your clit in circles and giving it a little flick every now and then. You can be a little rougher with your slit, but don't try and push a hoof in there, I'm too tight for that..."

Slowly, Spike brought a hoof to his lips to make wet, and then trailed down his stomach and towards his aching pussy. He rubbed around his hind legs at first, electricity dancing across his senses as he finally allowed himself to touch the little nub, his wings shooting out of their own accord at the burst of sensation, startling him. "H-how do you control these things?" he asked, trying to get them to fold as he gave himself another short rub.

"Honestly? I don't," Twilight admitted, her hands working in tandem to cover her entire length now, rolling up and down her shaft together and causing a small measure of precum to drip from her cock. "Ooo, your cum is hot. H-hot feels good. This feels good... Why does this feel so much better than when I do it to myself?"

"I-I was about to say the same thing," Spike said between grunts as he gave his clit a small flick, another hoof working on his belly and gradually lowering down as he pushed down to his puffy little labia, massaging it from top to bottom and letting loose a heavy and distinct pant which permeated the room and bounced off of the walls. "Shit, this feels so good..."

"I-I know, I feel exactly the same, and—oh Celestia, I think I'm close already." Twilight slowed her hands down, sucking air through her teeth as she panted, her chest heaving as she scooted closer to Spike, so close that their tails touched. "I don't wanna cum yet, I want to be lost in this for a little longer with you."

"Y-yeah, I don't think I'm going to last much longer," Spike admitted, knowing it to be true. Even when he tried to take the heat off of himself, rubbing his thighs instead of his pussy or playing with his chest, he could feel an orgasm beginning to build inside him, one that wouldn't burst without him wanting it to but that laid dormant all the same, just waiting for him to tip it over the edge.

"You can cum, Spike, it's fine. Remember, mares can have multiple orgasms in a row."

"Th-that sounds fun," Spike huffed, his hoof slippery from the juices matted against it and dripping down onto his tail as he continued to work his little cunt, his vision almost blotting as he felt Twilight's heat pushing against him from her proximity, her body—his body—rising and falling as he continued to push his hoof around his clit, switching the direction every now and then if only to shock his senses more, his pussy throbbing as his release drew closer with each passing moment.

This was something special, something that built up inside of him so heavily that it felt as if it was the only thing he had ever truly experienced, something that pushed out all thought and reasoning as all that filled his mind was primal desire, the pussy beneath his hoof, the cock being softly jerked and twisted in front of him, the erotic nature of the situation and the tail softly tapping against his as he felt himself teetering on the edge of rapture.

The pulsation of his body, the desperate trembling of his hind legs, it all came to a head as he finally shot forth a small jet of cum, dousing Twilight in it, even covering her cock in it as he began to paint his old body in his marejuice, squirting sticky strings of liquid all over her as he cried out in euphoria, the rapid and ecstatic 'yes, yes, yes!' coming from his throat only matched by repeating waves of pleasure washing over his entire body even as their product coated Twilight's.

"Oh my gosh, Spike, that's so fucking hot. if you keep covering me, I'm gonna cum too..."

That was all Spike needed to hear. Before he could let his orgasm die, he frantically flicked at his needy pussy, feeling it clench and tighten as he pushed himself to the edge once more, his eyes scrunching shut. "Fuuuck," he groaned at the top of his lungs, smashing through the barrier and releasing another spray of cum as he threw his head back, sitting back up and shaking his mane out of his eyes just in time to see Twilight's eruption.

She shot her load hard, perhaps harder than Spike had ever managed from that same cock. She forced rivulets of her hot dragon liquid out, sprinkling warm droplets over Spike's body until it felt as if he was being assaulted by the patter of raindrops, the scent of her seed in the air, the pheromones making his body stretch as if on instinct, a temptation to taste her rising inside of him until he reminded himself that that was actually his cock, not Twilight's.

Fuck it, a taste wouldn't hurt. Reaching forwards, feeling adventurous, Spike grabbed Twilight's cock and angled it towards his mouth. She was still engorged and throbbing, leaking cum as he lapped at her, sampling her taste and licking his lips, feeling the way it sizzled against his tongue and swirling it in his mouth as he became acquainted with the taste, eventually choosing to swallow. At least Twilight would have some cum in her when they switched back, and for some reason, Spike was fond of that idea.

For a long time, both of them were silent, the only sound their simultaneous pants as their orgasms faded and they sat there staring at one another, much like they had been doing the entire time. With a soft giggle and a thump, the pair of them fell to the side, looking each other in the eye. "So, did we learn anything?"

"Only that either dragons have amazing orgasms, or males have amazing orgasms. I'm going to have to make that distinction sooner or later."

"Yeah, I had a pretty good time in a mare's body myself. Think we could do this again?"

"Do you even need to ask?" Twilight laughed, giving him a poke on the belly. "I mean, of course we can do this again, no doubt about that, but I'm more curious about something else, if I'm honest."

Spike thought back to the time they had just spent together, to the events of the last day, to everything that had just unfolded in such a bizarre and wondrous fashion. "What the heck could you be more curious about than what we just did?"

"Well..." Twilight gestured behind them with a claw, and on the floor, there was the device that had allowed those last few minutes of exploration to even be possible. "Look how much fun we managed to have between ourselves with only the press of one button."

"Uh-huh, I know, that was probably the best session I've ever had, by far."

"I-it was oddly intimate, honestly," Twilight murmured, looking away. Before Spike could think much of it, she righted herself, her eyes sharp once more. "But you're getting away from the point. What I'm trying to say is, what we just did, that was possible simply because we pressed a single button on that remote."

"Yeah, I know. It's pretty astounding."

"No, you're not getting it. Look at it, Spike. How many buttons do you think there are on that thing that we don't know about?"

Spike humoured Twilight, but he already remembered the vast array of multi-coloured buttons with strange and unintelligible symbols atop them. "There's gotta be at least a hundred of them, yeah."

"That's right," Twilight smiled, reaching over and giving him a kiss on the forehead. "And am I the only one who's wondering what the rest can do?"

"So... how long are we staying like this?"

"Until I'm done compiling notes on your body, Spike. I'd appreciate it if you detailed some of your findings too."

Spike had since adjusted to Twilight's body. After a shameless snuggle session between the pair—in which Spike had appreciated all too much the feeling of scales against fur in reverse—they had gotten up and eaten together, practicing walking and moving in one another's bodies. Twilight had finally gotten the hang of walking on two feet, and Spike was beginning to understand how to make his new hooves grip the floor's surface.

The fluttering wings were still almost impossible for him to control, however. Spike tensed his body in an effort to fold them as they once again were offset by the smallest sound. Twilight giggled at his failure, though the sound came out as a light chuckle. "Are you sure it's about making notes, and not about you enjoying being a dragon, Twilight?"

If there was one thing that Spike was finding hard to adjust to, it was his new, feminine voice. That and looking at himself, knowing it was Twilight inhabiting him. "I mean, it maaay be a small, barely consequential factor in my decision, but still! If we both get to use the remote, it's only fair that I get some choice in how it's used. Besides," she smirked, narrowing her eyes. "Can you really say that you aren't enjoying being me?"

"...fine, you've got me there. You're just so damn fluffy, it's awesome." Spike smushed his cheek against his foreleg as he said this, a small buzz in his body as he hummed in appreciation. "How do you not just rub your fur all day?"

"It kinda loses its novelty when you've been that way your whole life," Twilight shrugged from where she sat, one of the larger, reinforced chairs that Spike usually used. "How about you? I don't understand how you can be so used to being so big and masculine. It's pretty crazy, in all honesty."

Spike hadn't really considered it that way before. "I don't really think I am used to it," he said, an eyebrow raising as he tried to get a handle on just how he did feel about his body. "My physique has changed so much over the last ten years, I'm constantly having to get to know myself again."

"Really? I mean, I can understand having to reacquaint yourself after a big growth spurt, but still, I didn't think it was that much of an issue for you."

"It isn't just that," Spike admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a hoof. "I used to have a hemipenis, Twi. Well, essentially two dicks. I don't know how it works, but when I got to a certain age they just kinda combined into one thicker dick, and now it looks as if it was always that way."

"Huh." Twilight commented, looking down between her legs and seeing her single, flaccid penis sitting limp and unused. "How come you never told me about that? That's pretty fascinating..."

"Well, I was like eighteen at the time, and it was personal. I didn't really wanna get into a big conversation with you about it, in case you started trying to do tests on me and stuff—it's awkward, you know?"

"Hold on," Twilight said, head cocking. "I used to bath you when you were younger, and I know for a fact that your penis wasn't split in any way then. How could that have happened since?"

"I don't know, natural growth cycle?" Spike offered, holding his hooves up. "All I know is that at a certain age, I had it, and then years later, I didn't anymore."

"That's a shame, I would have loved to have seen it..." Twilight rubbed a claw against her chin, mulling the issue over. "Hey, Spike, do you have a grasp on my body's magic yet?"

Spike went to reply, but decided that testing the question would be a better idea. Focusing, he tried to reach above his head with his mind and grab onto the lingering essence that was his horn, but had little result. "Nah," he sighed, releasing a breath. "I don't think I know how to do it. Oh, crap, am I going to have to learn from scratch if I wanna use magic in your body?"

Twilight shook her head. "The power should still be there, you just need to be attuned enough with me in order to draw it out. Its like how you had to grow accustomed to standing and walking as me at first, it should be easy once you get a hold of it."

"Oh, okay." A few seconds passed and Spike dropped to his haunches, raising a hoof. "Is there any particular reason I need to try and use magic now?"

"Oh, no reason," Twilight hummed, her tailing snaking around one of her legs as Spike's often did when he was in the midst of a lie, her eyes shifting this way and that.

She must have thought he was born yesterday if she didn't expect him to recognise his own tells. "What do I need to use magic for?"

"I mean, it's not really anything important, just..."

Spike leaned forwards, his head angled upwards to look her in the eye from her height. Did he really tower over ponies that much? "Yes? Come on, Twi. I'd rather not 'umm' and 'err' all day."

"I kinda want a hemipenis—in your body, I mean."

There was a tinge of red on her purple scales, and Spike couldn't help but giggle at her embarrassment. "I mean, do you even know a spell for something like that?"

Twilight's eyes brightened the moment she saw Spike even entertaining the notion. He was still getting used to seeing himself with big purple eyes. "I know a couple of transmogrification spells, yeah, and a duplication spell! If you can just work out how to use my horn, it should be really simple."

Spike cocked his head, closing his eyes and attempting once more to focus on the latent energy in the aether of his mind. Still out of grasp. "It wouldn't have any permanent effects on my body, would it?"

"No, Spike, no transformation spells I know are permanent. It would wear off in a day or so at most." Her tail coiled in on itself, and she seemed about ready to jump in place. "So, you'll do it?" she said between sharp, clenched teeth.

"I mean, I haven't even got a handle on how yet, but assuming I get that under wraps? I guess it wouldn't hurt to give you it, just for a little bit. Hell, I'm kinda curious to see what I'd look like these days with two."

Twilight looked about ready to do a little dance on the spot. Like hell this was for science. "I knew you'd see my point of view! Now, we just need to focus on getting you magically active." Suddenly, Twilight's eyes narrowed, and she began to walk over to Spike, snaking around him and hovering over the tip of his horn. "There's no reason you shouldn't be able to tap into the magic residing in my body..." She began to place her hands over Spike's withers, softly massaging them. "We just need to relax you into it..."

To say that Spike melted into her touch would be an overstatement, but he felt the tightness leaving him all the same as she began to rub at his ultra-sensitive shoulder blades, inching her way over to his spine. He could feel the fur she brushed against, the way it tickled against the skin underneath, the soft scratch of claws from her touch, familiar yet alien all the same.

Spike's focus was bleeding away as she continued in her smooth, giving motions, bringing him a tranquility he longed for, quelling the residual anxiety of inhabiting another being, the confusion, the inability to do things he once could, the oddity of becoming reacquainted with the most basic of actions—all of it was forgotten in the midst of the relaxation washing over him. A single brush against his barrel was a twitch that resonated through his body and made his hind leg kick in appreciation, a soft nip at his neck a cascade of raw sensation permeating his senses and invigorating his body even as the storm of confusion died; it was only replaced by heat.

It wasn't the blazing inferno of his own body, the one he was acquainted to, but rather a dulled and lightly simmering flame, one that chased its wick with a soft intensity, that might have signified arousal or even relaxation, one that he barely understood. All he knew was that it sat in his belly, shooting through his veins and down to his hooves, running through his blood as it infected his mind.

There was something different there, something latent and untapped, something he could latch onto if only it presented itself with more clarity. It slipped away before he could place it.

He opened his mouth, intent on telling Twilight of his discovery, but was forced to close it with a bite of his lip as she increased the speed of her hands' ministrations, the intensity of their rubs. They were patters of affection that landed against the most pleasurable spots of his body, pressure points he never knew he had, for he had never had them. They caused him to writhe and mewl and let out small snorts of breathless enjoyment as she traipsed from one edge of him to another, back and forth with the glide of hard claws meeting supple flesh as he clenched his body.

Eh, fuck it, he could tell her later. For now, he was content to bask in the gradually building and repeating sensations, his back arching as his hooves dug into the floor, his tail swishing this way and that as he bit his lip, struggling to withhold a whimper. Twilight's claws brushed through his fur with rough, powerful motions, and Spike felt increasingly submissive with each stroke, his resistance melting, a soft moan rolling from his throat.

It almost came out as a squeak. Twilight leaned down and began to grind the palms of her hands into the base of his spine, causing him to go rigid from the pressure before relaxing into it, slowly shifting and squirming from her strokes. How had she learned to give such a good massage so quickly? Maybe it was how well she knew the body of a pony?

Questioning things was becoming difficult. Every time Spike attempted to think, another influx of wonder would wash over his withers, pushing all the way down to his flanks and causing him to tingle all over. "Y-you're sure this is going to make me use magic?" he managed to force out, his voice shaky as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Hmm..." Spike watched as Twilight tapped a claw against her chin from above him before moving it back down to caress him once more, flashing a toothy grin. "I'm not entirely sure, but it can't hurt to try, right?"

"Think you could explain your thought process a little? 'Relaxing into it' is a little vague..."

"Well, I did want to keep it as a surprise," Twilight smirked, reaching down and rubbing at Spike's ass as he gasped from the sudden, delicate contact. "The horn is an erogenous zone, Spike. I'm hoping that by waking your body up a little, I can help you feel it a little more clearly..."

What came next was without warning. Twilight squeezed down on Spike's ass hard, digging her claws in as she played with the soft flesh beneath his fur, seeming to appreciate its give if her grin was any indication, dragging her hands down his hind legs and back up, her breath a little sharper as she smushed and kneaded his supple cheeks, pressing them together and lightly shaking them up and down.

Spike had never felt so squidgy, so fragile, and with each of Twilight's touches, he was beginning to realise that he rather enjoyed the feeling. Twilight didn't let up, her body only moving closer as she continued to grope him, almost pressing against his. Spike felt the heat emanating from Twilight's body, and it only made him feel that warmth in his belly that he remembered from the night before. He latched onto the feeling, remembering all the good things that had come with it.

Spike began to react, his first instinct to fall back onto his haunches and allow himself full reign of his body, but Twilight kept him routed in place, angling lower with each passing second. She inched closer to his waiting folds with a single claw as another hand ran up his body, brushing his fur backwards, an odd sensation that tickled and irritated him at the same time.

He was distracted from it before he had a chance to comment by a wave of feeling that burnt through his core and turned his fur to bristles that stood on end. He sighed into the new bliss, his pussy aching as Twilight began to play with it, an errant rub here or there as she slid her claws over the surface of his ass, occasionally dipping to make contact with his clit, electrodes dancing through his being as he hummed out a long note of enjoyment.

The sensuality was only heightened by the smell of Twilight, one he was only able to appreciate with his new, vastly dissimilar senses. It was the musk of a dragon, and until now, it had always been so commonplace to him that he had never noticed it. But inside the body of a mare? Twilight was a strong, virile creature, releasing a powerful aroma as she stood over him, large and imposing even as she continued to affectionately rub and flick at his nub with a delicate pace.

"Mmh, fuck..." Spike could feel something other than the rapture he was awash in, and even despite all of the distraction, he attempted to cut through the raging want in his mind to hone in on the source of the anomaly. It was a swath of ethereal, luminescent energy, swirling inside of him and focussing on one particular point, almost feeling like it was directly at the front of his brain.

He closed his eyes tight, fighting a pant. He identified a swirling mesh of colours: purple, yellow, blue, and most of all, green spun in a vortex that Spike almost felt he could have been lost in if he delved any deeper. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware of a reaction rising with the kick of his leg as Twilight rubbed his clit faster, bending down and softly nipping at his ear.

"Spike... you think you're almost ready?"

He heard another chuckle from Twilight, and it only sounded huskier than last time, more dark. Spike succumbed to the feeling of powerlessness, of being unable and unwilling to prevent Twilight from doing whatever she wanted to him. His breath came in short bursts, his eyelids flitting as he attempted to keep his eyes scrunched shut, to keep studying and understanding the rising feeling inside of him even as Twilight continued to play with his pussy.

Was he getting close, or was this something else entirely?

He could feel small circles being rubbed around his clit as he continued to pant, barely restrained splendour shooting through his senses as he moaned out, the colours in his mind congealing to form a more whole and perfect green, small strings of purple still dancing on the outside, slowly entwining until—

"Oh... oh my gosh, Twilight!" his whole body locked up, and instead of the orgasm he sought, a small burst of green shot from his horn, almost as intense as what he'd been expecting. He found it hard to stay still, his horn still alight and throbbing even as Twilight continued in her diligence, unrelenting in her rubs until eventually Spike was on the verge of collapse, the dual sensations of his puffy, pulsating pussy and his hard, aching horn combining with the heave of his chest and the shake of his hooves until they finally joined together in one final moment of harmony, him becoming one with them as he lost himself in the final throes of release.

They characterised themselves with a load shout of the word 'fuck!', a long stream of magic escaping his searing horn, and a soft spray of his juices seeping out of his pussy, upgrading to a hard squirt as Twilight pressed down on his clit—the intensity of his magic's beam was bolstered, and as he shot two distinctly dissimilar products of his essence from either side of his body, one that he'd never experienced, Spike began to wonder just how reluctant he'd be to give Twilight her body back when the time came.

He fell onto his side with a slight flourish of his manic wings, a single moment of air resistance to cushion the fall as the last of his juices seeped down onto his hind leg, matting his fur. Twilight still stood above him, still smiling, and Spike quickly found the recovery position—it felt necessary after something so mind blowing, something that had shaken him so heavily and given him so much that he never knew he was even capable of experiencing.

"How was that?" Twilight asked, softly stroking his barrel as he struggled to regain his breath.

Spike only nodded. Nodded a lot, his eyes shining with lust and awe. That might have been the most odd, powerful climax he had ever felt, and the residual effects were still running over his body, small tremors that caused him to shiver and pull at his bottom lip with his teeth, embarrassed to let out another moan or whimper.

Twilight moved her hand up, beginning to stroke at his mane as she watched him gradually return to a state of calm, his ears no longer flicking, his tail no longer batting the floor, his wings no longer attempting to repeatedly open and close like a broken elevator.

"That good, huh?" Twilight sat beside Spike, gently patting him. "I remember my first time getting off like that, there's something magical about it, isn't there?"

"Was..." Spike cut himself off, he realised how sensitive his body felt right now, so much so that even speaking was a pleasant vibration. Still, he needed to cut through that if only to ask. "Was that a pun, just now?"

Twilight's eyes seemed to travel to the ceiling as she retraced her words, and she soon snickered. "I suppose it was, but seriously, it's an amazing feeling. You handled it better than I did the first time," she admitted, rubbing at the back of her neck.

Spike's curiosity was greater than his exhaustion. "Really? What happened to you the first time?"

"Let's just say my beam was a little more powerful than yours, and a small portion of Celestia's library wing got scorched."

"Oh wow," Spike breathed, remembering for the first time the destructive power his new horn held. "...hold on a second. Celestia's library? Why were you doing that in there?"

Twilight's cheeks immediately turned red, scarlet tinges on purple scales, probably hot to the touch for any pony. "It was the adult section, okay?"

"Adult section?" Spike repeated, eyes widening. "You mean to tell me that Celestia's got a library wing devoted to porn, or something like that?"

Her blush only intensified. "N-not exactly. When I say adult novels, I mean... You know how you'll occasionally see a non-explicit sex scene in a romance, or a particularly sensual scene that's just a little more racy than you're used to?"

It took a second for Spike to realise what she was referring to, the tame scenes you might see in non-erotic stories, the type that barely even classified as a turn on. He didn't mean to giggle, but there were a lot of things that Spike didn't mean to do. "That's it? You had an orgasm so powerful that you burnt half a room down from reading about a few smooches and light touches?"

"It was more than that!" Twilight defended, swatting at his side with a hand. "Th-there was stripping too, and—"

"Twilight, literally everyone we know is publicly naked a vast majority of the time."

"I like literature, okay?!" Twilight's eyes were hard, her lips stiff and unamused. "Is it really such a shock that I—young me, at that—would get pretty excited reading about two compelling characters going at it?"

"Oh, well as long as they were compelling," Spike assured her, rolling his eyes.

She seemed to miss his obvious sarcasm, as she only offered a fierce nod. "They were! I wouldn't read about just any old cardboard cut outs having second rate sex, I liked the characters!"

"Enough to blow a hole in Celestia's library," Spike quipped as Twilight prepared to bark something back, her back straightening as she looked down at him, only for her to relax all at once.

"Anyways... Do you feel as if you're ready to use your horn now? Can you still feel it?"

Spike closed his eyes, preparing to search again, but he didn't need to. The presence was essentially imprinted on his mind from the recent activity, and reaching out to brush against it was as easy as being aware of his own consciousness. "Yeah, I can feel it."

"Try and use it, just make your horn spark, something simple. You have to make sure that the conduit between your mind and your horn is established before you attempt to cast magic."

Spike did as he was told, squinting his eyes and tensing as he attempted to push a rivulet of glowing magic past the tip of his horn. He felt a light warmth above his head, but Twilight laid a gentle hand on him once more. "Relax. It has to flow naturally, don't force it out."

Even with Spike's voice, Twilight still sounded scholarly and caring, a strange mix that only she managed to possess in such an endearing manner. Her voice soothed him, and once more he attempted to make his horn work, this time feeling an arcane stream slowly funneling upwards, amalgamating at the centre of his mind as a small measure trickled out, the almost painful burn from before replaced with a light, pleasant glow. "This is magic?" Spike asked, a light gasp in his voice as he released the spell.

"It is indeed, and you did very well just now, Spike." She gave him a quick nuzzle, pushing her head down and brushing it against Spike's mane, and for a moment he was lost in comfortable gratification, enjoying his praise. "Now try and focus that energy, okay?"

Spike's eyebrows narrowed as he looked up at Twilight. "How do I do that?"

"When you close your eyes and focus on your magic, what do you see?"

"Swirling colours," Spike recounted, closing his eyes again to focus on the image. It was as he said, streaks of intangible energy permeated his mind's eye.

"Try and weave them into an image. That's how you cast a spell, at the most rudimentary level."

"Really? You don't need to learn incantations or anything like that?"

"Unicorns are limited by three things," Twilight stated, her back rigid as she went into lecture mode. "Power, which is to a certain level intrinsic and can only be improved by consistently casting complex spells. Theoretical knowledge of magic and its applications, which is where many unicorns fall flat, and most importantly, imagination."

Spike's eyes widened, his head cocked. "Imagination? That's really that big of a deal?"

Twilight nodded instinctually, as if it wasn't even a question. "If you have the first two, those are the foundations of your ability, but if you wish to innovate and become adept at all kinds of spells, even create your own? You need to be able to imagine them. It's like a formula, in a sense, lots of processes coming together to create something completely new, even if it's been done a thousand times."

By the time she had finished speaking, Twilight had gone all dreamy-eyed. Spike couldn't help but wonder if she'd received a similar speech from Princess Celestia in her fillyhood with how she seemed to revere the words. None of that changed just how new all of this was to him. "This sounds like a lot to take in," he winced, still trying to focus on the blots of colour even as he spoke. "Are you sure I'm going to be able to do this?"

"Well, you're in my body, so you've already got the power. You're missing the magical knowledge, but I know you've got just as much imagination as me, Spike. Besides, what I'm asking you to create is something you've already seen on yourself in the past. If anything, this is more a case of memory than envisioning. Do you really think it's going to be that difficult?"

Oh, right. Spike had almost forgotten by this point why he was even trying to cast magic, but the words from Twilight brought it right back to him. "So we're clear, did you really get me off just so that I could give you an extra dick?"

"You being able to cast magic will have tons of uses!" Twilight protested, rubbing her neck. "This is just a, uhh, fringe benefit of that, that's all!"

"Yeah, sure." She really was a terrible liar, and she was even worse when she was inhabiting him. Did that make him a bad liar by default? "So, I can see the shapes, what next?"

"See if you can maintain that vision with your eyes open, then focus on what you want to see appear."

Spike opened his eyes. The strange colours didn't persist, but he could envision them well enough. He stared down at Twilight's crotch. "And just... imagine you with two penises? Or rather, imagine me?"

"That's pretty much it!" Twilight nodded, her legs slightly spread and her single cock swinging.

"Shouldn't I try something simpler first, like levitation?" Spike was beginning to worry more and more with each passing second, what if he somehow damaged his own body? Wait, Twilight said that any transformation she was capable of wasn't permanent, so he'd be fine, right?

"Spike, that body's been capable of levitation for over twenty years, stop worrying! This'll be really simple, and it'll be over before you even realise, so just go for it!"

"Okay... if you say so." Spike his lip, rubbing one hind leg against the other as he focussed intently on Twilight's hanging cock, the mental image of a duplicate appearing in his mind, just as long, just as capable...

A flash, and it was over before it began. There was no incremental change, no split or process of muscle and sinew being imbued, altered, or replaced, just poof, and there Twilight had two dicks, both sat right next to each other, both seemingly identical.

Spike stared for a few moments, amazed that he had managed to pull it off, and for a while, Twilight did the same. Then he realised the problem, and looked up at her with hesitance. "It... wasn't like that when I had it. It was more like they started at the same base and branched off from one another. Yours just look like two separate dicks sitting next to each other."

"I know, isn't it great?" Twilight grinned, looking down at them and knocking one against the other like a perverse abacus. "Imagine the feeling of two male orgasms at once! That'll be one for the notebooks, most certainly."

"Are you even sure that the duplicate is completely capable?"

Twilight brushed a hand against each cock, and each time one bounced a little at her touch, stiffening from the contact. "Seems like it! I'm not sure if the second one would be capable of impregnation, but I don't see any dragons around for you to knock up, so that's hardly an issue! Wait, unless you can breed with a pony? Tests for later."

Spike almost had an aneurysm on the spot. "Since when are we testing that?! I don't want to be a father!"

"Alright, alright!" Twilight said, waving her hands at him. "Hypothesis for discussion later, is that better?"

"Yeah, I guess," Spike nodded, not entirely sure that it was. "But what do we do now?"

"Now? We..." Twilight trailed off, her eyes widening as she fumbled for a clock, eventually finding the one that hung on the kitchen wall as always. "Shit. What do we do now? I haven't given a single thought to my itinerary. Should we switch back for now?"

"Nah, I think it'd be fun to try and be each other for a day. I take it you don't have anything too pressing to do, or you'd have remembered by now. As for me? Well, I'm not supposed to be back for a couple of days, but I said I'd give the Crusaders help with interview techniques when I got back. They're all applying to university this summer, and I wanted to give them a bit of a head start."

"Sweetie, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom?" Twilight asked, a curious glint in her eye. "How old are they these days, again?"

"Sweetie and Apple Bloom are both nineteen, Scoots recently turned eighteen. Why do you ask?"

"No reason! Anyways..." Twilight seemed to consider her words for a moment before continuing. "How about I go and help them out with their university stuff, and you do whatever I had planned today? You're my faithful assistant, after all, and you've been working for Celestia for a couple of years now, so I doubt you'll have any trouble with my day activities. You should be able to find my day planner in my nightstand, if you go have a look."

Spike took that as a cue to rise, his body still lightly throbbing from the recent orgasm. "What about you? Are you off already?"

"I think I'll break in this new body a little more first," Twilight idly commented, flexing her muscles as she inspected her arms and chest. "And then I'll go and pay the Crusaders a visit. Sound good to you?"

"Yeah, just don't do anything I wouldn't!"

A devious smirk. "I won't, don't worry about that." Before he had a chance to respond, Twilight had walked out, a tail flicking past the doorway as Spike took in her words, her strange smile. He honestly hoped she wasn't planning what he was beginning to think she was, if only because it'd make him jealous.

Still, two could play at that game. If Twilight was going to go and try to fuck the Crusaders, Spike could hit back, he just had to find an edge. Who did Twilight have a crush on? Who had a crush on Twilight? Being around the castle less and out working more had had a bit of an impact on how intimately aware he was of his best friend's love life, but he still had a couple of ideas.

Maybe he could try to sleep with one of the girls? Maybe even Celestia? Hah, that'd definitely piss off Twilight, but would Celestia be able to recognise that it wasn't really her? Other alicorns might have been worth avoiding for now, but it was a thought to keep in mind for later.

The day planner. That'd give him some inkling of what to do next. A small pep in his pony hooves, Spike began walking back up the stairs and into Twilight's bedroom, becoming more and more used to walking like a pony with each stride. When he reached the nightstand, he tried once again to reach out with his horn and picture the drawer opening and to his surprise, it did.

After pulling through a couple of miscellaneous items and study materials, he found his way to the planner. Opening it up and flicking forwards to today's date, he began to read. The morning was entirely clear, but the afternoon had a couple of notes scribbled on it.

Remember to liaise with Ponyville tax officials this week. Restart flying lessons with Rainbow Dash. Try and visit parents before this weekend.

Well the first one sounded absolutely boring, and had no timestamp on it, so Spike would be avoiding it like the plague. Meeting with Rainbow sounded both interesting and beneficial, as it'd give him a little more insight concerning how the heck he was meant to use his new wings. Plus, he was pretty sure that Rainbow had a thing for Twilight, but had never been able to confirm it.

Spike was just about to close the book and walk away when a thought hit him, a terrible, fantastic thought. Twilight's parents. Sure, Twilight probably didn't have any sort of crush on them, but what a way it'd be to get her back! Plus, there was something strangely arousing about the idea of convincing the pair of them to have sex with him in Twilight's body...

Part of him wondered if he could pull it off, if he could even be convincing enough for them to think that he really was Twilight. That said, who knew her better than him? If she was going to go and fuck the Crusaders, this was his revenge, and revenge was going to be sweet. Besides, what with all the new sensations that Twilight's body was bringing him, Spike was beginning to wonder just what it might feel like to get his new pussy broken in by a thick cock.

He'd have to make sure he didn't get impregnated though, even now he wasn't willing to go that far. Still, with his new, insidious plot in mind and a perfect opportunity to carry it out, Spike was sure that this day was definitely going to be a fun one.

Time to shower and perfume up; Night Light would be first on his fuck list.

"How nice of you to come by, honey!" Twilight Velevet smiled, gesturing with a hoof for Spike to come in. Not that he was Spike right now, he was Twilight. From her coat to her hooves to her mane to a pair of purple contacts he'd picked up in Canterlot, he was Twilight through and through.

"Hey, mom," Spike smiled, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he walked in. Cheeky, but it helped to sell the lie. Something about him felt bad as he did that, as if it was taboo to be pretending, but ah well, this was gonna be fun. "How have you been lately? Have you heard from Shining and Cadance much?"

"Oh, your brother's been very busy over in the Crystal Empire, I doubt I hear any more from him than you do! Must be difficult for them, what with Flurry Heart growing up and Cadance and him still trying to establish relations with the changelings and yaks." Before she had a chance to dwell on the subject, she waved him further in. "Come on, your father's in the kitchen, he'll be glad to see you!"

So, there was his target. Spike had given a little consideration as to how he was going to go about this on the way over, and he had concluded that the best thing to do would be isolating Night Light. For that, he'd have to either hope that Twilight Velvet went out for a while, or somehow lure Twilight's father away. Of course, he'd have to keep in character the entire time.

He'd left the remote at the castle, not seeing how it could help him with with this without potentially making things worse, and he only hoped that Twilight didn't do something silly with it while he was gone. Not that he didn't trust her, just that when she found out about this...

It was a risk he was willing to take just to see her face, and part of him was curious about what he'd do next when she discovered just how far he'd gone to one up her. Walking in slow, gentle strides, Spike made his way to the kitchen with his supposed mother, seeing Twilight's father stood at the far side of the kitchen, flipping a pancake in a frying pan.

"Sweetheart!" he said, laying down the pan and walking over to give her a nuzzle, resting a hoof over her back. Spike inhaled his mane, he couldn't help it. Something about this body made male scents so enticing, so irresistible, he just had to smell each one he came across. He'd wondered if there was any way to amplify his own scent, and even considered casting a spell, but he imagined that if Night Light's nose worked anything like his, he'd realise when his 'daughter' was getting turned on.

"How have you been, dad? Still eating well, I see," Spike said with a grin, gesturing to the pan and the stacked plate to the side, five glistening pancakes sitting atop. "Fancy making a couple extra for your favourite daughter?"

"You're my only daughter, Twilight," Night Light laughed, nonetheless nodding at the question.

"Doesn't change the fact of the matter, does it? I'm still your favourite," he purred, his tone a little more sultry than usual, a wink punctuating his statement.

Night Light seemed to freeze up at this for a second, and Spike could swear that if he had a collar, he'd be tugging at it right now. "R-right, two extra pancakes it is."

When he turned around, Spike tried to get a glimpse to see if his bedroom eyes had been enough to get him going, but he still seemed to be firmly sheathed. Maybe this wouldn't be so easy after all.

Spike used the time he had as Night Light cooked to carefully consider his next step. He'd only have a couple of hours to seal the deal, so he had to act fast. Otherwise, Twilight would wonder where he was this evening. He nodded and said the occasional 'yes' to Twilight Velvet as she rattled on about some random thing, but if it wasn't for how he knew that going after Twilight's dad was the best bet, he'd be ogling at her.

Like Twilight, her mother was smoking hot. She had the same body type, she'd barely been affected by age, and her colour scheme was downright beautiful. Getting in bed with Night Light was a gateway to fucking both of them, so he knew that his work would pay off, but first he had to work out how.

"—and we were thinking of converting your old bedroom into a study in future, if you don't mind? I know you've always said we can use the space however we want, but I still wanted to ask if you were alright with it. What do you think, Twilight?"

Hearing Twilight's name pulled Spike back into the conversation, and he paused mid-obligatory nod, something clicking into place in his head as he realised how he could turn this situation to his advantage. "Sure," he replied, a small smile on his lips, "but would it be alright if me and dad went up there and saw about what I wanted to keep first? We could box some stuff up to move over to the castle, maybe."

"That sounds like a delightful idea!" Velvet nodded, looking to her husband. "Night Light, honey, would you mind going to the bedroom with Twilight after we've finished eating?"

Night Light didn't seem to have his head in the conversation up until that point, as he looked rather flustered when he turned around. "To the bedroom?" he repeated, looking at Spike as he smiled sweetly in his direction. "What for?"

"Twilight's old bedroom," Velvet explained, realising that her wording might have confused him. " She said that she's happy for us to convert it, but wants to pack away some of her things. You don't mind helping her with that, do you, dear?"

"Oh, of course not!" Night Light beamed, his body seeming to relax. "Let's get these pancakes down our necks first, and then we can look at sorting that out for you, alright, sweetheart?"

"Great! Thanks, dad, I really appreciate it." Spike leaned back in his chair, exposing a little more of his alicorn body as he spread out his wings. "Is everything still up there? Even the bed?"

"Yes, nothing's been touched, but disassembling and packing away the bed sounds like a lot of work on the full stomach. Do we need to do that right now?"

"Oh no," Spike grinned, shaking his head. "The last thing I want to do is put the bed away right now..." He let those words hang as once again Night Light seemed to become rigid, and Spike wondered if he was finally beginning to catch the undertones of his apparent daughter's words.

"W-well, I suppose we could leave it up. Were you planning to stay the night?"

"No... but it still might get a little use," Spike grinned, her eyes narrowing, seeming to look Night Light in place as he fumbled for a response, the sizzle of lightly burning pancakes in the background not distracting him from his daughter's gaze.

"Whatever do you mean?" Velvet interjected, looking a little confused.

Oh, shit. Spike had completely forgotten they weren't alone in the room. "Uhh, I might have a nap a little later, that's all! You guys wouldn't mind, would you?"

"Oh, of course not, honey. It's still your room, after all! Might as well use it while it's there."

Spike planned to, just not in the way Velvet had in mind. His mind started to race as he imagined pulling Night Light in there, sucking and fucking him, and then sending him to fetch Velvet to finish him off, all the while neither of them knowing that it wasn't even their daughter all along. Would Twilight tell them, he wondered, or would she own it as if she had done it herself?

He was distracted from his pondering by a pair of pancakes being placed in front of him, syrup draped on top of them. Spike licked his lips, looking down at the plate. "Thanks! Say, have you got any nice garnets that I could put with this?"

"Garnets?" Night Light repeated, befuddled. "You mean the gemstones?"

"Garnishes!" Spike all but yelled, realising his mistake. Ponies didn't eat gemstones, dragons did. "Sorry, like I said, tired."

Luckily, it seemed to wash, as neither of them had inquisitor's stares on their faces. "Do you know if we have any blueberries left, dear?"

"I'll go and look now, two seconds."

Turns out that they did have blueberries. No gemstones, but it was still a nice touch. Night Light was as good a cook as Spike remembered from when he had lived in Twilight's childhood home, and that meant to say that the pancakes were scrumptious, every bite only a subtle invitation to take another. He was glad that he only had two on his plate, even if they were quite fluffy and thick, because the last thing he wanted to do right now was overfill. Well, not on food, at least.

The three of them ate in relative silence, though every now and then, Spike brushed his tail against Night Light's leg under the table. He looked at him once or twice as if to question it, but each time, Spike feigned ignorance, acting as if he didn't know why Night Light was looking at him in such a way.

Eventually, he got a little more adventurous, and did the same thing with a hoof, slowly rubbing it up and down her father's hind leg, obscured from Velvet's view. Again, he gave her a questioning look, perhaps slightly alarmed, but the fact that he didn't say anything when he very well could have was testament to the fact that he was enjoying it, and that told Spike a lot.

Night Light wasn't an idiot, after all, just as you'd expect from someone who raised a pony like Twilight, and surely he was beginning to piece together just what his daughter wanted, even if it blew his mind, even if it was something he had never even considered before now. Spike knew that the moment he went upstairs with him, it would be with the knowledge that his daughter was being extremely affectionate towards him. That meant if he did go ahead with it, rather than making some excuse, he wanted things to progress.

Spike was silently hoping that he'd rub him back already, but no such luck. While he sat there and took it without a word, even seeming to sigh and relax into the gentle caress, he made no actions in return, whether from worry or respect for his wife.

Spike would get him over that eventually, it was only a matter of time.

Plates were cleared, and everyone appeared to be satisfied with their meal, Night Light especially so, who wore a healthy glow. "That was lovely," Spike announced, pushing his chair back and moving to stand, being sure to very briefly expose himself just before he stood, knowing his 'father's eyes followed. "Thanks very much for dinner, daddy."

Maybe he was pushing it now, but he didn't care. Night Light's face had a touch of crimson to it as he stood, and there was no hiding the semi-erect cock he now fostered, much bigger even at that level than Spike had expected. There was no question about it, if you teased a stallion enough, he'd get hard, whether you were his daughter or not.

"Y-you're welcome, sweetheart." He hid behind a blush, his eyes shifting away from her and over to Velvet as if to say 'your mother's in the room!' but Spike barely took heed. He was almost having too much fun to care, but he did need to be careful.

"So, if you're ready, did you want to come up to my room with me?" Spike tried to keep his wording as suggestive as possible without overtly saying anything, just enough for Night Light to get the hint but all of it to float straight over Velvet, and it seemed to work.

"Y-yes, we should probably get to that now."

Gosh, he was like putty in his hooves! It was almost too easy, the stallion being reduced to a stuttering horny colt from just a little effort on his part; he'd have to awaken the stern father he knew he could be, but that meant misbehaving a little first...

Spike made sure to take to the stairs first, Night Light behind him, and now that Velvet was out of the picture, her last words a shout of 'you two have fun up there!', Spike didn't have to worry about taking it slow, raising his tail and giving Night Light a full view of his slick pussy, surely shining in the light as he prowled up the stairs with bounce after bounce of his ass, aware that his 'father's eyes were on him the whole way.

Spike reached the bedroom, heading inside and finding that Twilight's father quickly followed, still staring at her body as if he was obsessed with it all of a sudden. "You see something you like?" Spike asked, wiggling his hips as he looked back at Night Light. "Come on, you can tell me..."

"It's wrong, Twilight. You can't be acting like this around me, I'm your father for crying out loud! What would your mother think?" Night Light didn't really raise his voice, even when he was angry, just adopted a scolding tone that would make most ponies tuck their tails and apologise. Unfortunately, this wasn't Twilight he was speaking to, and Spike was no pony.

"Oh, so you just followed me up here to tell me off? And is that why your cock's hard, too?" Spike pointed with a hoof, causing Night Light to turn to the side, obscuring his view.

"Enough about that! You kept rubbing me at the table, what do you expect?"

"Oh?" Spike smirked. "You're sure it isn't my young pussy that's got you so interested? I still look like I did when I left home, don't I, daddy?"

"It most certainly is not that! You're beautiful, Twilight, but I don't look at you that way, and I never have." He said so with his lips, but as Spike stretched out his body, showing himself off, his cock tapped against his stomach in protest. "Now, if you'd stop behaving so terribly, I'd be very appreciative."

"Behaving badly?" Spike questioned, rubbing a hoof against his chin as he gave Night Light the cutest eyes he could muster. "Oh, I could be much worse..." He took a few steps towards him, intent on touching him for the first time, but at the last moment, another idea took hold, and he turned his back.

Climbing up onto the nearby bed, Spike began to slowly bounce, making sure to keep his tail lifted as he jumped around. "Is this bad behaviour, daddy? Do you remember when I used to do this as a filly when I was meant to be sleeping? Except back then, I didn't have this big, full ass to jiggle around, and it's not sleeping that I wanna do..."

"Honestly, Twilight, I don't know what has gotten into you..." Night Light trailed off, gulping as he watched the rise and fall of his daughter's ass. He took a couple of steps closer, then faltered.

"That's the problem!" Spike whined, waving his tail back and forth as he bent down low on his forelegs. "Nothing's gotten into me, and I want something in me... Something long and thick, something that created me..." Spike didn't know where this was coming from, but fuck did it seem to be doing the trick for both of them, him only becoming more wet as Night Light was gradually won over, walking closer and closer to the bed as his resistance crumbled.

"Twilight..." Night Light panted, shifting from one hoof to another. "What about your mother?"

"Would she really mind sharing with her daughter if it made me happy?" Spike asked, batting his eyelids as he looked back at Night Light, gesturing for him to come closer. "Come fuck me, daddy. You know you want to, I can see it in your eyes..."

"I..." Night Light reached the foot of the bed, reaching forwards and putting a hoof against Spike's ass, giving it a light jiggle and admiring the give. Spike could understand it, too, there was a lot to admire. "You're a very bad girl, Twilight."

"If I'm such a bad girl, then why don't you punish me, hmm?" Spike swatted his face with his tail, leaning back and pushing his ass closer to Night Light. "Go on, give me a spank. I deserve it for being so naughty..."

Spike was partially surprised by the fact that he didn't have to ask twice, but most of his shock came from the force of the blow as it resounded against his ass, the flesh gently shaking as he felt his pussy throb from the vibration. For such a gentle pony, who could have guessed the Night Light had such a hard smack?

Again and again he bared down on her ass, the sharp sound of hoof meeting supple flesh ringing out as he left a red mark on Spike's cheeks, eventually desisting and opting to run his hooves over her bodacious curves, feeling every inch of her as if for the first time.

"You've always been so beautiful..." Night Light whispered in her ear, another lighter smack jostling his body as he began to feel over his barrel, moving up to his withers. "I can't believe you're doing this to me..."

"Seems like you're—smack!—doing this to yourself—smack!—d-daddy..."

"Right, that's enough out of you..." Night Light towered over Spike, drawing closer to him as he pushed him further onto the bed, keeping his ass lifted in the air. "You want to be fucked like a dirty little slut, Twilight? You can have what you want."

"Yeah, fucking give it to me..." Spike was enjoying being in character so much that he was starting to wonder if he even was in character. Maybe this was a facet of his personality come out to play, when he'd never been able to fully experience in his own body, but under the right circumstances and stimuli felt completely right to him. Right now, Spike was a slut that was about to experience a hard cock in his pussy for the first time, and he couldn't fucking wait.

Another smack, hard and true against the red mark, but this time it wasn't Night Light's forehoof, but his cock. "Language..." he growled in her ear, using his magic to line up his cock with the entrance to Spike's pussy, pushing it against it and then slowly teasing her folds by rubbing it up and down, smearing it in her juices. With how wet Spike was, there was no way they'd need lube, but being broken in by such a thick cock was a little scary, even if it was an exciting anticipation.

Even so, Night Light didn't push forwards, only teasing him by hovering right on the edge of entry, even rubbing his tip against Spike's clit and gently nibbling at his ear as he pushed down hard against the button, hard enough that he would have slid right into her if he'd been angled against his slit.

He pulled back, and before Spike had a chance to voice his impatience, he felt what he'd been waiting for all along. Inch by inch, Night Light pushed his way inside, filling Spike almost completely with cock as he bucked his hips, not taking it nearly as slow as he should have, either due to his impatience and anger or eagerness to just fuck her already. Spike couldn't help but cry out, the feeling pleasure and pain mixed into a cocktail that he couldn't drink enough of, a light twitch of his pussy against Night Light's cock reminding him that he had a little control too.

He decided to test that, clenching his pussy and waiting for Night Light's reaction, only to hear a groan in his ear as he began to fuck into him, keeping a steady pace as his hooves dug firmly into the mattress, Spike splayed out and barely able to think, let alone speak as his tongue lulled from his mouth, his eyes half-lidded as he received his first pounding, his pussy being repeatedly filled with cock and sending fireworks through his body.

Any care or consideration Night Light might have had for either his wife or his daughter seemed to go out of the window as he worked himself into a rhythm, the only thing on his mind fucking and dominating the naughty filly that had wound him so tight, making her his. It showed with how he slammed into Spike, how he held his head down to muffle his moans as he broke one of the oldest, worst taboos.

Spike was finding it difficult to hold on, wondering if he'd cum or pass out first, paying close attention to the now familiar burn of his horn as he began to worry about what Twilight had mentioned before, the very real possibility of firing a dangerous beam during orgasm. That wouldn't happen to him, would it?

Eh, it wasn't like they were keeping this room anyway, and what was he going to do about it now, with Twilight's father on top of him? He was going to lay there and get fucked, rather than caring about the ramifications, that was what.

The mental picture of it all was so filthy, and Spike only appreciated it fully when he caught it in the bedroom's mirror, seeing Night Light thrust into the perfect image of his daughter, watching them screw, watching the way he gyrated in Twilight's body, listening to their harmonic moans of pleasure. If he kept watching that, he might just be brought to the edge...

"You like it, daddy?" Spike asked, determined to play with this situation a little more, slipping a hoof under his belly to rub against his clit as he felt Night Light hitting the furthest walls of her pussy. "You like my tight little cunt?"

"Mmf... fuck, Twilight..."

"That's it, daddy. Say my name, tell me how much you love fucking your little princess, your little Twilight..."

"Y-yes, I love fucking you, Twilight..."

Spike started to push his ass back against Night Light's cock, milking him for all he was worth as his voice took on a growl. "Hmm, you say that to mom though, don't you, daddy? Don't say 'Twilight', call me daddy's little girl..."

On command, he responded as he was told. "I love fucking my little girl, fuck..."

"Yeah... that really did it for you, didn't it?" Spike grinned, slowing down and allowing him to take control again, feeling him bottom out as he began to increase his pace; the rhythm and accuracy of his thrusts deteriorated in favour of speed, but each one of them hit their mark in some way or another, all dissimilar sensations that Spike constantly had to adjust to.

"It really did seem to do it for him, didn't it?"

That... wasn't Night Light. Spike spun his head, seeing Twilight Velvet stood at the doorway, a small grin on her lips. "I did tell you to have fun up here, seems you took my advice very literally... think there's room for one more?"

"M-mom?!" Spike gasped, though Night Light only continued to thrust, seemingly past caring at this point.

"You think I didn't see you flirting at the table earlier? Your mother isn't as clueless as you think, honey. Besides," she said, hopping up onto the bed beside the pair of them and spreading her legs, "I thought your idea was wonderful, so I was hardly going to intervene. Something like this really spices up your sex life, doesn't it?"

...Who would have thought that Twilight Velvet was as fucked up as Spike? Definitely not him, but as his shock began to fade, it was replaced by appreciation. Seducing the pair of them just got a whole lot easier. Part of Spike wondered if Twilight had ever known that her mother was so perverted, or that her dad was capable of fucking her like he was now, and most of all he wondered what she'd do with the knowledge when she had it.

Slowly, Velvet placed her hand over her husband's cock even as he continued to fuck Spike, slowly pulling him out, much to his chagrin. "Has our daughter been speaking naughtily to you, dear?"

"Damn right she has," Night Light panted, his cock twitching without anything to fuck.

"Why don't you go wash her mouth out with cum, then? I want a turn on her pussy..."

And like that, Velvet was on him, lapping at his folds and sucking on his clit as he shouted out louder, no longer caring about how much noise he made. Not only did everyone in the house know what was going on, everyone in the house was fucking him.

Velvet ate pussy so well that it can't have been her first time, and as Spike felt her speed up, pushing her tongue deeper inside, he opened his mouth to vocalise his enjoyment, only to have any sound cut off by the huge cock being placed in his muzzle, soaked with his pussy juice.

Spike didn't get a chance to protest as Night Light began to thrust into him, holding him in place and fucking his mouth as Velvet continued to work his pussy, pushing him closer and closer to the edge with each tantalising rub until he was bordering on the edge of release, the feeling of being totally objectified by Twilight's parents, of reducing them to this so dirty and incredible that he lost himself in it, his only care at this point how much he came, how much he fucked.

He began to back his ass up onto his would-be mother's muzzle as he was forced to suck daddy's cock, pleasuring it with Twilight's tongue for the very first time as Night Light's inhales became increasingly sporadic, his motions juts and crashing thrusts as he used his daughter to get off, intent on plastering her face with his seed, on shoving it down her throat and making sure she swallowed it like a good little girl.

Spike's pussy was twitching like crazy, contracting and squeezing around Velvet's tongue as she rubbed his cutie marks, licking and slurping at her insides before nibbling on her clit, gently pulling at it as she finally sent Spike tumbling over the edge, his body erupting in a torrent of chaotic perfection.

Heat billowed inside him and burst over the edge as he squirted Twilight's essence into her mother's waiting maw, letting her sit there and lick it all up like the whore she was, even while Night Light finally approached his own orgasm, his moan as loud as thunder as he pushed Spike's head forwards, choking him on his cock as he filled him with burst after burst of his seed, only pulling back to shoot the last of it all over his face.

Meanwhile, Spike was lazily rubbing at his clit as he felt the dying throbs of his pussy's latest climax, a magnificent thing that seemed to never truly end, a sensation that coursed through him but never truly died as he continued to rub it away, sating the burn of his insides.

Night Light tapped his cock against Twilight's cheek twice, looking down at her. "That... will teach you not to misbehave."

Spike had to pant a few times before speaking, his mind still not fully recovered. "And what if I need another lesson?"

"Then I think I'll let your mother teach you," Night Light snickered, looking over to Velvet. "She seems eager enough."

"You've still got a favour to return to me, when you're feeling up for it." Velvet winked. "You any good at eating pussy, Twilight? Don't worry if you're not, mother knows best..."

Spike couldn't believe his ears, nor that any of this had worked out for him in the end. This was a fucking score. Not only had he managed to get both of Twilight's parents to fuck him, they still wanted to after the first time? Oh, jeez, Twilight was going to be so pissed when she found out about this... or would she?

Spike had to imagine that on some level, she'd feel betrayed about him going behind her back and doing what he did, but even still, he'd just made a pretty damn interesting discovery. Well, interesting to him, at least. The question was whether Twilight would be disgusted to know that her parents would be willing to do that with her, or whether she'd be excited by the notion?

Knowing Twilight, and what she planned to do with the Crusaders next, if her actions were to be believed, Spike imagined it was the former. He raised himself to his hooves, finding it a little difficult to stand properly as he waddled to the edge of the bed, then down onto the floor, being sure to take his time. Even with Velvet's nurturing tongue, Spike's pussy felt pretty sore; he'd never imagined that the phrase 'fuck you so hard that you can't sit down for a week' could be so literal, but he was starting to suspect that it was so.

He looked back to the pair of them, and there they were, having a cuddle on Twilight's old bed. They looked so sweet together, in all honesty, that Spike started to wonder if what he had just done was even a bad thing. Maybe it was positive meddling, maybe it would bring Twilight closer to her parents.

Or maybe he was just trying to excuse himself from doing a bad thing. Either way, it had been pretty damn fun, whether it was justified or not.

He walked to the en-suite to wash himself off, brushing the cum out of his coat before towelling his face, eventually walking
back into the bedroom. The sight that was waiting for him only excited him again, and he'd only finished a minute ago.

Twilight Velvet and Night Light were softly kissing one another, a gentle embrace of lips that swirled and danced before Spike's eyes, igniting his own senses. How was it that a mare's body was ready to go again that quickly, and why was this turning him on so much?

Pulling away, a small string of saliva connecting their lips, Velvet motioned over to Spike. "Well, then, dear? Are you going to show me what you can do?"

"Right now?" Spike gulped, unsure if he'd actually be any good on the giving end of things.

"That's right, honey. Mothers need their pussies eaten too, it's only fair."

Night Light turned to face him too, his voice the same husky sternness that Spike was beginning to associate with great sex. "Listen to your mother, Twilight. If she asks you to eat her pussy, then you do as you're told."

Well, it was starting to look like he had little choice. Spike clambered back onto the bed, ready for another round with the pair of them that he was sure he wouldn't soon forget.