Twilight Sparkle is addicted to Anon's cum. Part 8

>You are now Anon and you just left your marefriend's home to go look for Rarity.
>She was supposed to drop off Spike a while ago and you two got a bit worried.
>Ponyville is not a very dangerous town, but still some times an accident happens.
>Just last week a pony was nearly slain by an ice box that fell out of the sky...
>The mail mare who was responsible for this mishap just didn't know what went wrong. According to her everything was properly secured and fastened.
>Anyways...
>What’s a good place to start your search?
>You could go to Sweet Apple Acres... that would be your best bet. So you start walking in the generally direction of it.
>Twilight is probably right and the white mare just forgot the time in a chat. The newest issue of “Canterlot's juiciest scandals” just got out, so there is plenty of stuff to talk about.
>Even if Applejack is not interested in gossip that won't stop Rarity from endlessly babbling about it.
>You know more about Hoity Toity's gay escapades than you ever wanted... Especially the detailed report on his trip to Zebrica is forever etched into your mind.
>No amount of straight sex will ever remove that image.
>Ah yes... sex. Finally you have some too again. And with a mare you really care for and love. Which makes it oh so better.
>To be honest you couldn't be happier right now.
>Most ponies are real friendly, but none showed any romantic interest towards you. It's not that you didn't try to make a deeper emotional connection to somepony, but almost every attempt was seen as a joke or immediately blocked off by some bullshit.
>You originally decided to give the small colourful equines a chance after a particularly depressing hearts and hooves day.
>Looking at all those happy couples made some pretty dark thoughts pop up in your mind...
>Initially you were a bit disgusted at the thought of dating a pony or even see them as anything else but a friend.
>Your brain kept telling you that they were mere animals... but that quickly changed after you caught yourself staring at Applejack's flanks for a bit too long, a bit too often.
>The first pony you asked out was Roseluck, who always got a little touchy when you went out for a few drinks.
>You tried to... well “make the moves” on her but she shoved some roses into your mouth, from god knows where, and opted for flight. She avoided you for a week after that.
>At least the flowers tasted somewhat good. You made a nice salad for Twilight out of them...
>Why did you never ask her out to begin with?
>Sometimes you can be really dense...
>Her drunken blowjob was the first time somepony gave you any “attention”... and even then you thought that was just because of her inebriated state.
>Your palm hits your forehead with a loud smack.
>How can one human being be so fucking blind?
>You sigh and wave the ponies off who ask if everything is alright.
>But luckily it bloomed into something really lovely.
>A smile forms on your lips.
>Now that you think about it, she is everything you always wanted in a girl.
>Smart, funny, a bit awkward, cute...
>Oh god, is she ever cute. You mean every pony is cute in his or her own way, but she won the cuteness jackpot.
>And of course she is unbelievable beautiful too...
>You will do everything in your might to make this work, despite your differences.
>Yeah.
>Huh? Your eyes catch the glimpse of a pearl-white flank vanishing into a side street.
>There aren't too many white ponies in Ponyville, so that certainly could be her.
>Better step it up a notch before your dressmaking friend is over the hills and far away.

>In a matter of seconds you managed to catch up to your supposed friend and unfortunately bumped right into her.
>Looks like she didn't make it too far into the street...
“Umpf... sorry Rar... Oh.”
>That isn't Rarity. It's the blonde mare with blue eyes and the strange cutie mark.
>It's a heart. But it always looks like she painted over that thing with pink paint.
>What kind of special talent is “heart” anyway? Can she use the power of love to instill caring, passion and sympathy into ponies? Or talk to animals, like Fluttershy?
“Sorry, for bumping into you. I confused you with somepony else that I'm looking for.”
>You get off your ass and dust your clothes off a bit.
“Is everything alright? Did I hurt you?”
>Her face is full of disgust and repulse... Like you just killed her whole family or something.
>What was her name again... Aryanne? Yeah, you think that's it.
“Aryanne?”
>She neither gave you an answer yet, nor moved an inch. Perhaps she is in shock?
>So you reach an arm out to give her a little poke, but she instantly flinches away from it.
>”You do not touch me, you filthy ap-... I mean... Nein, you did not hurt me. Zanks for asking.”
“Okay. Glad to hear that...”
>Did she just insult you?
>Aryanne back up and shoots you an angry glare.
>”Take mehr care in Zukunft!”
“Uh, I will.”
>Is she speaking german?
>You know a few words, so maybe that will calm her down.
“Uhm... Es tut mich wirklich leid. Es wird ehrm... nicht mehr vorkommen?”
>Hopefully you didn't insult her family right now. She looks like the type of pony who would have no problem with bucking your face in.
>But much to your relief, her form visibly relaxes and a smile appears on her lips.
>”Kein Problem! And it's “mir” and not “mich”.”
“Thanks.”
>She sits down on her haunches, looking at you with curiosity.
>”Where dit you learn to zpeak germane? Aren't you a dirty immi-... an alien?”
>Dirty immigrant eh?
“Ehm yeah. But my world has a similar country and language to yours.”
>Her face lights up.
>”Really?! Tell me about meine Kameraden from another world!”
>Meine Kameraden? Does she cover up a swastika under that painted cutie mark of hers?
“Sure, but I'm in a hurry right now. Maybe some other time?”
>All the excitement leaves her face.
>”Och menno... but okay.”
>She pulls out a small card out of her saddlebags.
>”Juzt write me a letter whenever you are free! Zen we can talk about zem over zome tea.”
>The blonde mare beams at you.
>You take the card and put it into your pocket.
“Will do.”
>”Wunderbar! I will not detain you any longer zen. Auf Wiedersehen!”
>She closes her bags and takes her leave with a cute, little wave.
“Bye.”
>Seems like you made a new friend today. She's a bit strange, but who isn't.
>You take a look at the card she gave you.
“Fräulein Aryanne's pesticides. We have an Endlösung for every pest!”
>Under that is her address and tele-crystal frequency.
>Yeah... why not.

>Back to your search for another arya... you mean white mare.
>Aryanne seemed nice enough. And as long as she doesn't look for an Endlösung for you, you have nothing against the idea of telling her something about your world.
>But you will leave out some bits. Not that she starts thinking, Equestria needs a holocaust or two.
>It has enough non-pony races, so more than one wouldn't pose a problem.
>Anyways...
>You are back on the road again that leads to Sweet Apple Acres.
>Not too many ponies decided to open their shops or set up their stalls there, since it's not as frequented as the main streets or the market place.
>Nevertheless they manage somehow.
>Mostly due to the exotic inventory they are allowed to sell here.
>A year ago, Mayor Mare thought it was a good idea to ban the selling of weapons, spell and alchemy materials or other similar dangerous stuff in the inner parts of the city.
>Probably to give Ponyville a better image and attract more tourists, after all those crazy things happened.
>You don't know, neither you care if it worked or not.
>”Yo, Anon!” a deep voice yells.
>Huh?
>Hey, it's Kirron Swiftwalker! You didn't know he was in town again.
>It can't hurt to talk with him for a bit. There's got to be time for that.
“Heya, Kirron! How is my favourite walking steak?”
>Kirron is a travelling, minotaur weapon smith with steel-grey fur and white horns.
>You first met him last summer, when you strolled aimlessly through the town with nothing to do and the sight his weapons caught your eye.
>Medieval weapons always fascinated you, but on earth it was nearly impossible to get your hands on a well crafted one. At least not without money, that you didn't have.
>He instantly saw your interest and began to talk shop with you.
>After an hour, he closed shop and offered you to drink a few minotauren beers with him.
>Of course you couldn't reject such an offer, and a small barrel and many dirty jokes later, the two of you became friends.
>Ever since you try to spend some time with him when he visits Ponyville.
>”Haha! Mighty fine, my friend! How did life treat you?”
>He extends his fist towards you.
>You let your own collide with his.
“Not too bad, Kirron. Not too bad. How is business?”
>Oww... His fist is rock-hard... Like always.
>The minotaur snorts and pulls out a giant bag of bits out of his cart.
>”Look for yourself! The guards in Maneton bought five sets of spears off me!”
>You whistle.
“Maneton? Is this the frontier town near the badlands, you told me about last time?”
>Kirron nods and throws the bag back into the cart. It hits the wood with a loud metallic clank.
>So much money...
>”Exactly. The bugs are kicking out against them again. But with my quality weapons, there is no chance that they will get one hoof wide of ground! To hell with them!”
>You chuckle.
“Yep. I don't doubt that. Got anything new?”
>”Always! Look at this baby! My newest creation!”
>From under his stall he pulls out a gigantic sword. Easily as long as you are high with a silver, beautiful crested blade.
>It shines in the sun like quicksilver
“Wow... Impressive, Kirron. What is the blade made out of?”
>”Gryphonian Truemithril. Pretty fucking expensive, but worth every bit. Do you want to hold it?”
>Do you?
“Of course!”
>He hands you the sword and you carefully take it's handle into your hand.
>As soon as his grip leaves it, you can feel the full weight of the weapon.
>Yeah... it's heavy. Easily twenty five pounds. But it's forged in such a way that a minotaur could wield it one handed with no problems.
>You have to use two hands, but still are able to swing it around with almost no effort.
“Beautiful.”
>The minotaur laughs.
>You let a hand run over the smooth material of the blade and admire the ornaments on it.
>They show several minotaurs fighting a giant dragon. Each minotaur has ruby eyes and the dragon's scales are emeralds embedded into the blade.
“Did you make the ornaments too?”
>”No. Not with those podgy fingers of mine. A unicorn jeweller in Canterlot I know, did that for me.”
“Still very beautiful. I like it.”
>”Thanks, friend. Sadly this blade is not for sale.”
>Not that you would be able to afford it any time soon... or ever, but still you wonder why.
“Why not?”
>His voice loses some of it's excitement.
>”My chieftain found his end in the claws of a dragon last winter... of course not before he ripped that scaly fucker several new ones. I forged this blade to honour his death.”
“I'm sorry to hear that. It will do more than nicely. At least I would be honoured to have something like that as a burial object.”
>He laughs again.
>”I sure hope so! Nearly died making this thing!”
>Kirron points to a rather nasty looking scar on his right shoulder.
>”Made my fucking hammer burst into thousand pieces when I tried to forge it. Seems like mithril I not exactly friends with non-magical metals.”
“Eww... That looks like it hurt.”
>”Sure did! But my momma didn't raise a crybaby! Anyways...”
“Yeah?”
>You hand him the sword back.
>”How about I tell you all about my new adventures over a few beers? My cart is full of barrels that need to be emptied!”
>Oh god are you tempted... but you still need to find Rarity.
“Certainly... but unfortunately I have other stuff to do right now...”
>He gently shoves you. As gently as a minotaur can be.
>”Come on! It can't be more important than old Kirron here!”
“Umpft... Sadly yes. I have to to find Rarity for Twilight.”
>His eyebrows raise.
>”Don't let yourself get pushed around by mares, mate! Wait... did you say Rarity?”
“Yes.”
>”Is that the white mare with the tight flanks and legs that would drive any bull crazy?”
>You wouldn't describe her like that, but yeah...
“Exactly”
>He lets out a bellowed laughter.
>”I saw her! Like an hour ago!”
>What?
“Really? An hour?”
>”Yeah. She had a cute little filly and purple dragon in tow. So I kept my compliments about her sexy buns as quiet as possible, but still loud enough that she could hear them.”
>Snorting, he stashes the sword away again.
>”The white bombshell basically told me to fuck off, and dragged the two kids away the way you came from. But don't worry. Nopony can resist Kirron's charm! She will warm up to me one day.”
>That's not what you are worried about...
>If she was here an hour ago, and Kirron's stall is roughly fifteen minutes away from Twi's library...
>Oh shit.
>She could have easily heard something and brought the two minors away from the pool of frivolities that was your marefriend's home at the time...
>Twilight isn't particularly quiet in bed.
>Fuck. Maybe you can still save this.
“And you are sure she went this way?”
>He nods.
>”Of course! I couldn't take my eyes off her ass.”
>Makes sense. But that's bad news for you.
“Okay then, Kirron. I've gotta go now, but I will catch you later. Maybe I have some free time tonight. Then we can drink and bring each other up to date.”
>”Sounds good..”
>You extend your fist for another, manly human-minotaur fistbump.
>And as always, you regret it immediately.
“Until later, mate. Don't get yourself caught, selling daggers to colts again!”
>”Hey! They looked like adults to me. And if somepony can hold a knife large enough to gut a dirty gemdigger, they are mature enough in my book.
>You chuckle. Typical Kirron.
“Whatever you say. Take care.”
>”Take care too, friend. Don't forget about ol' Kirron!”

>So back to Twilight it is...
>As bad as it sounds, you kinda hope that Twilight will be busy tonight, so you can have some bro-time with your bovine, warrior-friend.
>It has been a long time since you did anything remotely manly here in Ponyville...
>You have a few stallion friends, like Big Mac, Thunderlane and Davenport.
>They are all nice enough, but much, much tamer compared to your guy-friends back on earth.
>Big Mac is a very introvert stallion, but can hold his liquor on the rare occasions he has time to go out.
>Thunderlane always wants to play board games.
>And boring ones at that. Not the cool stuff Twilight's brother plays with his friends.
>When he visited his sister last year, you had the chance to play a quick game with him and it was pretty interesting.
>Sadly he lives in Canterlot and you can't afford a train ticket every week.
>And Davenport... You are pretty sure he is gay and just your friend to see some extraterrestrial junk.
>So you avoid his fishy invitations to “test” sofas all of the time.
>Meh...
>Even all of your drinking buddies are mares, who were a bit baffled by the fact that a stallion is interested in bar crawling and getting drunk.
>That is all considered mare-stuff here in Equestria.
>Oh well... the reversed gender roles.
>They are not exactly reversed, but more shifted towards the female population.
>Since it outnumbers the male by roughly a factor of three.
>So the mares have to do most of the work, if they want a stallion for some fun or a relationship.
>Which probably led to the progression of the mares becoming the more outgoing and wilder gender.
>Kinda interesting to be honest.
>Anyways... here you are.
>Your marefriend's home.
>No talk about gossip can be heard so she isn't inside.
>Where to go now? Rarity's boutique?
>That is where she would most likely be... but knowing her, she wouldn't want two kids running around in her house, while she has work to do.
>Maybe Sugarcube Corner then? You could do for something sweet right now.
>Twilight surely too. A rhubarb, strawberry cupcake or one of Pinkie's famous Banana Kaboom's
>Which actually explode. In your mouth. With the force of four bananas!
>At least that is how Pinkie advertises them. You never had one.
>You like your food without explosives, thank you very much.
>Hmmm...
>Yeah, lets go to the bakery first. You can still go to the boutique afterwards if Rarity isn't there.

>After a short walk, you arrived at Sugarcube Corner.
>And sure enough, there she sits. Sipping on a coffee and reading a magazine.
>Spike and Sweetie Belle sitting beside her, happily eating away on their own treats.
>Okay, here goes nothing.
>Hopefully she just bought the two kids cake and not tried to preserve their innocence...
>You gulp and approach the small group.
“Hey Rares.”
>Rarity notices you and beams you a smile. Spike and Sweetie Belle wave at you,
>”Good afternoon, darling. Fancy meeting you here!”
>”Hi Anon!” they chime together.
“Hi Spike and Sweetie. How are you two? Was the sleepover nice?”
>The white filly nods furiously, while Spike seems to experience some sort of war flashback.
>You can only imagine what kinds of girly horrors he must have witnessed.
>”Mhm! We told scary stories all night, and had a tea party, and dressed up Spike! You won't believe how cute he looked!”
>”I'm not cute! I'm a boy!” he retorts.
>Rarity giggles and strokes his head fins.
>”Aww poor Spikey-Wikey... But even boys are allowed to be cute from time to time. And I saw the dress, Sweetie chose for you. It was just fabulous~”
>The purple dragon blushes and crosses his arms.
>”But I don't wanna be fabulous...” he grumbles.
>You chuckle and pull a chair out for you.
>Stupid far too small pony chairs. Your ass has barely enough space to fit on it.
“You go, Spike. Fight for your bal-”
>Rarity shoots you a glare that could kill.
“Bal.. Bas... Basic rights. Yeah.”
>That was close.
>The last time you accidentally said a “bad” word around Sweetie. The white mare decided to make the seams of your work-pants extra weak.
>If your co workers ever wondered what you might look like under those pants... well they know now.
>”Tell me, Anon. How are you? It has been such a long time since we had time to just chat.”
>”Yeah! You never show up in the boutique any more...” Sweetie Belle says.
>You ruffle the filly's mane which elicits a cute laugh from her.
“Sorry, Sweetie. Just had my hands full of work. My boss got so many orders, that I had to do over time. But luckily he gave me the week off.”
>”So I assume you are quite fine then?”
“Yep. Thanks for asking.”
>”Wonderful. Are you here for a quick afternoon snack too?”
“Yes and no. Actually I'm here for you, Rares.”
>Rarity pouts.
>”If you would please stop using that awful nickname please. It sounds... so common. I don't like it.”
“Of course, Rarity.”
>She giggles.
>”That's better. And if I may ask... Exactly why are you here for me? Are you finally falling for my grace and beauty?” she says, while swiping a stray strand of hair out of her face.
>Ever since Rarity caught you staring at Applejack's flanks, she started teasing you.
>You know she only does it for the fun of it. But it can be very embarrassing, especially in public places.
>On a picnic last autumn, she “accidentally” her tail invaded your shorts all day... of course she kept it out of the “danger zones” but still made sure you felt it.
>She wallowed in your embarrassment and your attempts to hide your growing boner underneath a pillow.
>But she always made clear afterwards that she shows no real interest in you and apologized with a shirt or a pair of socks or two.
>Yeah... mares, man. If you would have tried that shit back on earth you would be in prison. Life is unfair...
>Sweetie Belle giggles and Spike shoots you the exact same look that Rarity gave you a few moments ago.
>He and his crush on her... It's endearing but also somewhat sad. Knowing that Rarity will never return his feelings.
>At least she doesn't tease him the same way as she does with you  Spike probably wishes she would do that, but he also doesn't know that it's better this way.
>No need to bring his hopes up just to shoot them down again. And she luckily knows that.
>Poor lad.
“Sorry, Rarity. But I still didn't fall for your charms.”
>”Oh, so you are into stallions then?”
>W-What?!
“N-No! I'm not into stallions... but that's not the point. Twilight sent me because you were supposed to drop off Spike a while ago. And since she was busy with experiments, she asked me to find you.”
>The white mare can barely stifle a laugh when she hears the word “experiments”
>Uh-oh...
>She takes another sip of her coffee, apparently enjoying the taste greatly as hums in content.
>With a quiet clank, her cup meets the saucer.
>”Spike, Sweetie Belle?”
>They look at her.
>”Yes?”
>”Did you like your cakes?”
>”Of course!” Sweetie Belle chirps
>”Yes, thank you Rarity.” Spike answers,
>”Marvellous. Would you now please be so kindly to leave Anonymous and me alone for a short while? We have some adult things to discuss.”
>Sweetie Belle's face lights up.
>”Like the stuff that minotaur told you? About your crisp buns? Was that adult stuff too?” she asks.
>Rarity's face flushes.
>”Sweetie! Don't mention that ruffian here! And no...that was not “adult” stuff, that was just rude! Also I fear it's the boring kind of adult talk.”
>”Aww... Can you at least tell me which buns he meant? We didn't carry any bread around.”
>How cute.
>”Maybe later, Sweetie. Now please go play. But somewhere I can see you two!”
>”Okay.” the two kids say in unison.
>They leave the table and you give Spike a quick high-five as he passes you.
>No hard feelings shall exist between you and your dragon bro.
>Rarity made sure that they were out of hearing range, before opening her mouth again.
>”So... you want to know why I brought Spike here, and not home first?”
“Exactly.”
>Her lips form a sly smile.
>That is never a good sign...
>”Well... I had a good reason for that~”
>You gulp.

“And that reason would be?”
>Maybe Sweetie just wanted cake and Spike tagged along so he could spend more time with Rarity.
>Hopefully.
>She lifts her cup and lets the brown liquid swirl around in it.
>Fucking tease...
>”Well...”
“Well?”
>”I heard her scream.”
>Terrific. Maybe if you play along, you can still save this.
“Scream? And you didn't think that you she might needed help?”
>The white mare giggles.
>”No, Anonymous. I'm pretty sure she didn't need my help back there~ She sounded juuuuust fine~”
“W-What do you mean?”
>She playfully swats a hoof at you.
>”Oh Anonymous~ Don't be silly! It wasn't a scream of pain. Or well, maybe it was... But it was the kind of scream that only a gently, yet firm lash of a whip can elicit from a mare. Or perhaps a bite~?”
>You always knew that she was into such things... it just fits her somehow.
>But now be careful, young Anon. One wrong word and you will spill the beans to her.
“So you think, she had “company”?”
>Giggling, she nods.
>”Exactly!”
>The chances are good that she doesn't suspect you to be the company.
>Just play your cards right, and everything will be fine.
>Hopefully.
>You smile a forced smile... just play along.
“That's nice for her! Then you brought Spike here, to not intrude into her little liaison?”
>”Absolutely. That would be rude, and also a bit disturbing for my Spikey Wikey to see what is basically his mother in... well, action.”
>She rests her face on her hooves.
>”Now the only remaining question is, who the lucky stallion was. Judging from what I heard, he must be quite gifted.”
>Uhh... normally you avoid talks like that. But that would be suspicious.
>So you have to swallow the bitter pill and carry on.
“Got any ideas who it could be?”
>”Hmm... actually yes~”
>Her eyes are fixated on you. Hopefully only for the reason that you are her conversation partner.
>”Twilight doesn't have many male friends... so the circle of suspects is pretty small.”
>The cup levitates towards her mouth and she takes a sip from it.
>”First there would be Time Turner.”
“The clock maker?”
>”Mhm. He is a very polite and genuine stallion. Unfortunately, I know from reliable sources that he is gay.”
>Really? You didn't know that.
“So that excludes him.”
>”You are smarter than you look, darling~.”
>Rude. But you will let it slip.
>”Then there is Big Mac. But you know him.”
“Yeah. Pretty unlikely.”
>Rarity shoves the saucer away from her. The cup is empty.
>”Sadly yes. Sometimes I worry for him. So introverted... a gentle giant, but completely incapable of retaining a relationship.”
>She sighs.
>”Even Cheerilee got fed up after a while... and she is a very patient mare.”
“But sex doesn't necessarily need a relationship. Maybe they just had fun together.”
>Alone the thought of Twilight being with another stallion... or male makes you sick in the stomach.
>Strange how things can change... a few weeks ago you wouldn't have cared.
>So much...
>The white mare shakes her head.
>”You are right. But I know Twilight long enough to safely say that she isn't a mare to “have fun” without at least some kind of romantic base. She is a hopeless romantic, waiting for a prince to swipe her off hooves... Just like me when I was younger but...”
>Her eyes gaze into the air besides you. The expression on her face changed from a giddy to a neutral one.
>”... that’s not the point.”
>Looks like she has her own problems with that issue. Even a beautiful mare like Rarity, who probably has more suitors than anyone of her friends had their fair share of problems with relationships.
>Maybe this fact makes it even harder for her.
>You put a hand on her shoulder and beam her a reassuring smile.
>”Sorry for tracking off...”
“No problem, Rarity. If you want to talk about it some time, I'm there for you.”
>She returns it and blushes slightly.
>”Thank you, Anonymous. You are a good friend, but another time.”
“Okay. So what are your other suppositions?”
>”Well there are two more. One is the local paediatrician, Quick Fix. They were always good friends and used to go to the same college. But he is married and I highly doubt that he would cheat on his wife.”
>She giggles.
>”The scandal would be outrageous if that ever would come out.
“Heh. You're right. Then that only leaves...?”
>She fixates you again. A sly grin on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes.
>”You~ My dear friend, Anonymous.”
>Danger! Will Robinson! Danger!
“M-Me! Don't be silly, Rarity. I'm not even a pony!”
>”That didn't stop Twilight from befriending you. I don't see the problem there. And since your arrival you two are practically inseparable. From the simple beginnings of her asking you about your home world, to the movie nights you now have every week.”
>Rarity leans her head towards you, batting her eyelashes.
>”She even cancelled our spa dates from time to time, just to do some silly thing with you. How did she call it? Playing Segahr Gemini?”
“Sega Genesis...”
>”Yes~ That was it.”
>You are now walking on very thin ice.
“But I still think that you are being ridiculous. I mea-”
>Rarity shushes you.
>”Oh Anon~ I find it endearing that you played along all the time. But you forgot one simple detail in your cunning plan.”
>You snort.
“And that would be?”
>”You live a good quarter hour away from her.”
>Fuck! She is right... how could your forget that?
>”Why would she have invited you, just after her plaything left? Only to sent you out, to go look for me? That seems rather silly, don't you think?”
>It's over... She knows. She knew all along and set a trap for you.
>And of course you run into it like an idiot.
“Ehm... I...”
>You wish you had a beverage or something else to busy your hands.
>Without any distractions they just grip the fabric of your pants tightly.
>”Anonymous darling, please.”
>Her hooves finds it's way to your hand. Gently squeezing it. How hooves are capable of that will always be a mystery to you.
>”It's okay. I'm happy for you and Twilight. You two danced around each other for so long now... it was bound to happen sooner or later. And you are perfect for each other, believe me.”
>You look at her. She is bearing a smile, full of kindness and understanding.
>”But just tell me one thing.”
“Yes?”
>”Do you love her? You are not just in for the physical intimacy?”
>W-What? Of course not!
“N-No! I love her!”
>”That's all I wanted to hear. I just don't want anypony to hurt her...”
>Your lips form their own smile.
“Me neither, Rarity. Me neither.”

>Her smile grows wider.
>”Wonderful... To be honest I was a bit worried.”
“Really? Why that?”
>”Twilight has awful luck when it comes to stallions. I can't speak for her relationships before she came to Ponyville, but I know about the few she had here.”
>Didn't Twilight say that she never told about anypony about Silver Lining?
“She told me a bit about them...”
>She leans her head sidewards like a confused or curious dog.
>”She did?“
“Yeah... mostly about her relationships in Canterlot.”
>Rarity doesn't have to know everything, yet.
>”She never wanted to talk about them with me. Looks like she really trusts you... that's nice.”
>Her face takes the same crestfallen look as before, but she quickly shakes it off and continues.
>”Do you want to know about her former ties here?”
>Do you? Honestly, yes. But...
“I think, I want to wait until she feels ready enough to tell me herself.”
>Rarity giggles.
>”Such a gentlecolt~ If Twilight didn't snatch you away, I would woo you myself~”
>She rest her head on her hooves again.
>”Just so you know... I'm open for many things~”
>You back up. Well as good as your chair allows.
“R-Rarity please!”
>Laughing, she sticks out her tongue.
>”Oh darling~ I'm merely joking. Don't worry. I won't interfere in your every so curly relationship with our beloved librarian. But...”
“But what?”
>”Do tell me, how it happened. I mean you are together now, aren't you?”
“Y-Yes. Since yesterday, pretty much.”
>”Oh my~ A couple for such a short time and already making her scream like a wild animal. Like I said, you must be gifted~”
>Your cheeks burn up.
>God... you hate conversations like that.
“Uhm... Thanks?”
>She gets uncomfortably close.
>”If you two ever decide to... well, try a Ménage à trois. Do think of me please~”
>A what now? She can't possibly mean what you are thinking right now.
>Just nod and ignore.
“Yeah... of course.”
>”Wonderful~ Now tell me how you came together. And leave no dirty detail out~”
>Rarity winks at you.
“Well...”
>You gave her a quick run down of the last two days. Without the kinky details of course. Much to her dismay, but that's none of her concern.
>Also you simply can't talk about such things to anyone but Kirron.
>And even than you have to be incredibly drunk.
>...
>”So you confessed to each other in the tub? How unbelievably romantic! I can imagine it so clearly! Dimmed candle light... a soft and quiet melody playing in the background... two lovers on top of each other, gazing into their eyes.”
>She grabs her face by the cheeks and squees.
>You nod.
“Yes... you nailed it pretty well... Still I can't believe that everything happened so fast, though...”
>She waves you off.
>”Some things are just meant to happen.”
“Maybe. But don't you think it's a bit rushed? I mean we skipped a few steps.”
>”Now don't be foalish, Anonymous. How long do you know Twilight now?”
“Since I arrived here in Equestria... So about two and a half years. I think.”
>The white unicorn makes a few strange motions with her fore legs. Gesticulating just doesn't work with hooves.
>”See?”
“See what?”
>”Don't play dumb! You didn't skip a few steps, you stretched them out!”
>Rarity has a point there.
“You think so?”
>”Absolutely. But now we go round in circles, don't you think?”
“Yeah.”
>She beckons the waitress over.
>Which strangely isn't Pinkie. Looks like her shift is already over.
>”I'd like to pay, please.”
>”Of course. That will be 12 bits, please.” the waitress replies
>Rarity hoofs her the money over.
>”Thank you. Have a nice day.”
>The cream coloured mare does a little bow and vanishes into the bakery again.
>”I'm incredibly sorry darling, but I have to go now. A terrible large order from Trottingham came in yesterday and I'm already behind.”
“No problem, Rarity. It was nice talking to you.”
>She beams you a smile.
>”Likewise. Sweetie! We are going home! Say Goodbye to Spike.”
>”OKAY!” the filly yells.
>”Tchk. Always so loud... Anyways. Visit me some time. Then we can talk more about you and Twilight. I might even have a few tips on how to treat a mare well~”
“Will do. And Rarity...”
>”Yes, darling?”
“Could you keep what I told you a secret? We first want to see if it works out, before we make it official.”
>Along with some other reasons.
>”I don't see any reasons why it shouldn't work, but don't worry. I won't say a word.”
>That's relieving to hear. Especially from a gossipy mare like Rarity.
“Thank you.”
>”Don't mention it. Now come. Spike and Sweetie are waiting.”

>After another quick farewell to Rarity and Sweetie Belle, you and Spike are now on your way home.
>The little dragon is awfully quiet.
>If he had pockets, you are sure he would put his claws in them.
>That gives you an idea for his next birthday present. A cool, black leather jacket.
>All boys love leather jackets. The only problem is where to get the leather...
>Maybe Kirron can get his hands on it. You should ask him later.
“Spike? Is everything alright? You didn't say a word since we left Sugarcube Corner.”
>He looks up to you and smiles and obviously forced smile.
>”Yeah... just tired.”
>And his head droops again.
“Come on. There's more to it.”
>His mouth opens and judging by the look on his face, he ponders about what to say.
>You give him a little shove.
“You know, that you can tell me everything. You are my lil' bro after all, aren't you?”
>Now the smile on his lips is genuine.
>“Yeah.”
”So what is it? Did Sweetie Belle give you the needle?”
>He shakes his head.
>”No. She was as nice as always. It's just...”
“Hmm?”
>”What did you and Rarity talk about?”
>Oh, it's about his crush again.
“We talked about Twilight, among other things.”
>His ear fins? Yeah, you are pretty sure that is the right term. Anyway... they perk up.
>”So it wasn't about... you know... you and her?”
>You chuckle.
“No. Don't worry. I'm not interested in Rarity.”
>But she is interested in you. At least in a physical way... You don't know what to think about that.
>”Really? Phew...”
>Spike sighs and visibly relaxes.
>”I thought, because she mentioned “adult things”, it was about... well.”
>You lean down and pat his head.
“Nah. It was really the boring kind of “adult talk”. I would be an idiot to to go after the girl of my bro.”
>He laughs.
>”You sure would be! Nopony messes with the “Spikster”!”
>The Spikster? Really?
>Well, your self given name at his age was “The Nonnynator”, so who are you to judge.
>You make a mental note to hide this piece of your past from Pinkie Pie.
>She would never stop calling you that.
>But still. His crush on Rarity will only end badly.
>Maybe you should talk about it with Spike? You could convince him to shift his attention to Sweetie Belle.
>She is basically a mini Rarity. And what's more important, she is roughly the same age as him.
>Also she always tries to spend time with Spike, at least from what you saw and heard.
>Or you could let him learn it the hard way.
>Like you had to.
>Hmm...
>But let's first see if you can get anything out of him. If not, you will talk to Twilight about that issue later.
“So how was the sleep over?”
>He makes a “so-so” gesture with his claw.
>One of the many gestures you taught him.
>”Eh... the beginning was nice, when they were all busy with chatting or tea parties. But once that was over, they started to include me in their stupid girl games.”
“Ah yes. Sweetie dressed you up.”
>You stifle a laugh.
>”Please don't mention it again! It was awful...”
>That's a good opportunity to get a little insight into his brain.
“So what do you think about the fillies? They are pretty cute, aren't they?”
>You feel like a paedophile right now... that came out so creepy.
>Spike gives you a questioning look.
>”What do you mean, Anon?”
“I mean if you like one of them...”
>”One of them? Like... love?”
>He shudders.
>”Nah... Girls are icky.”
“Rarity is also a girl. Do you think she is icky too?”
>There it is again. His attempt at looking fierce and angry.
>”Rarity is not a girl, she is a lady! Who does lady things! Not stupid girls stuff.”
>Aha.
“But Sweetie Belle seems pretty interested in you. She drags you along all the time, to do crusading together and what not.”
>He blushes. Or what the dragon equivalent of blushing is.
>You think his scales just changed colour.
>”So you think, she likes me?”
>You nod.
“Mhm. Looks like it. Why else would she spend so much time with you?”
>”Oh wow...”
“Do you like her too?”
>He fiddles with his claws.
>”I don't know... I only know that I like Rarity.”
“Maybe you should give Sweetie a chance then? You never know where it might lead.”
>Spike doesn't answer. Seems like he is lost in thought.
>Come on... Come on... Don't make yourself unhappy, pal.
>If you were twelve years old, and were interested in ponies at this age, you would totally go for Sweetie Belle.
>Chances are, that she will turn out like Rarity. Only easier to clean.
>...
>That was even creepier.
>”Yeah... maybe you are right, Anon. Sweetie is pretty cute... and funny. From time to time.”
>Strike!
>”But you don't just try to get me away from Rarity, do you?”
>What?
“Of course not. Like I said, I'm not interested in her.”
>”Good. But I will keep an eye on you.”
>You throw your arms up in defence.
“I won't dare to cross the mighty dragon's path.”
>He laughs.
>”You better not. Or I will burn your house down. It would take a while, but I could.”
“Yeah, yeah. So what's your plan?”
>”My plan to do what?”
>You bop his shoulder.
“Your plan to woo Sweetie, you dolt.”
>His cheek scales change colour again.
>”Ah yeah... I don't know yet.”
“If you need any help, you can talk to me. I know a thing or two about women.”
>”And yet, I have never seen you with any mare.”
>He shoots you a cocky grin.
>Aww bro... That burn was sick.
>You are so proud of him. Finally your secret teachings in the art of rektifying are starting to show results.
“Heh.”
>”Heh.”
“You know, you should start running now, before I decide to pay you back.”
>Spike snickers.
>”I know. Just wanted to say something else.”
“And that would be?”
>”Thanks, Anon. For always being there for and looking after me.”
>Aww... that makes your heart melt.
“No problem. That's the job of a big brother.”
>He gives your leg a hug, beams you a short smile and then runs off.
>”You will never catch me!”
“We will see about that!”
>Life is good at the moment. With some small deductions, yes. But still you are happier than ever.
>A mare that loves you from all her heart and two “adopted” siblings that do the same.
>Spike and Scootaloo.
>Hehe yeah. Life is good.
>And with that being said, you take up the chase.
>No amount of heartwarming will save him from the assault of pokes he has to endure once you catch him.
>So wills it the codex of brothers.

>The small, purple dragon is surprisingly fast on his sorry excuses for legs.
>But you won't let him escape from his well earned punishment.
>Only 75% of the local population is faster than you, and you are not willing to Spike become part of this majority.
“You can't run nor hide from me! Give up!”
>”Never!”
>He breathes fire on the ground behind him, setting it aflame.
>Pulling out the dirty tricks now, eh?
>With the reflexes of a young god, you manage to jump over the burning patch of earth.
“Ah! Hot!”
>Your hear Spike laughing.
>Just you wait... After you poked him into submission, you will apply cold water to the burned area.
>Justice now, pain later!
>Your strides get longer and faster. Only a few metres are separating you from Spike now.
>You can smell his fear and see the distress on his face.
>Time for the finishing pounce!
“Here's Nonny!”
>”Where's Nonny?”
>What?
>Suddenly you get knocked to the ground by a pink blur.
“Umpf!”
>”There is Nonny!”
>Pinkie Pie is sitting on your chest. A wide grin on her face and her tail waggling from side to side like a dog.
>Fuck! And you were so close! So close!
>Now you know how most super villains must feel.
>”Hah! I found you!” Pinkie states.
>You shove her head out of your field of view, only to see Spike doing that stupid victory dance he learned from Rainbow Dash.
>This is far from over!
>Pinkie moves into your vision again.
>”Nonny!”
>You sigh.
“Yes, Pinkie?”
>She pulls a small bag out of her saddlebags.
>”You forgot the Banana Kaboom, you wanted to buy for Twilight!”
>How? Seriously, how?!
>A bit baffled , you take the package out of her mouth.
>”There is also a Triple Chocolate muffin in there! Your favourite!”
“Uh... Thanks, Ponks. How did you kn-”
>The pink menace shushes you with a hoof.
>"The minds of gods are not for mortals to know or to judge. Accept that Tzeentch has a place for all of us in his grand scheme, and be happy in the part you have to play."
>Her grin grows to unnatural proportions.
>”Praised be he, who controls fate. And be thankful for not interfering with yours.”
>Now that's seriously creepy. She can't learned all that from you cheesy Warhammer novels.
>Which you don't even remember ever loaning her.
“Pinkie... please say you are joking.”
>”Curiosity begets knowledge, knowledge begets curiosity. Only great Tzeentch sates both."
>She begins to laugh hysterically and grabs you by your collar.
>Even Spike is a bit intimidated now.
>But she suddenly stops her crazy fit and smiles at you.
>”Of course, I'm joking.”
>Thank god...
>She hops off your chest and helps you up.
>”There you go, Nonny!”
“T-Thank you.”
>You are still a bit shaky from this... event.
“But how did you know I forgot the sweets? And how did you even know that I wanted some in the first place?”
>Pinkie giggles.
>”Oh you know. My Pinkie sense!”
>She points at her tail and ears.
>”Two tail wiggles, one ear flop and two burps are a clear sign, that a good friend of mine forgot to buy cakes for...”
>She beckons you to kneel down, so she can whisper into your ear.
>”...his or hers very special somepony!”
>Giggling she shoves you away.
“Oh okay...”
>Just accept it and go on...
“But still...”
>Brain to Anon: Stop! I can't handle this shit today!
“That whole Tzeentch stuff is pretty creepy. Please, stop with that.”
>”Aww come on! I'm just messing with you. I'm not really a cultist of the dark gods!”
>Hopefully. You wouldn't be surprised if she turned into a pink horror one day.
>”Or am I...”
>She sits down on her haunches, and rubs her chin. Is she seriously pondering about that?
>Shaking her head, she gets up again.
>”Nah..  But I will be on my way then. Mr. Cake asked me to foalsit the twins this evening. Looks like he is getting some fun tonight!”
>Too much information!
“Ehm... Nice for him?”
>She gigglesnorts and nods.
>”Yeppers! Anyway. Enjoy your sweets, Nonny! I will see you around!”
“Bye, Ponks.”
>Whistling some song, she bounces away. Only stopping, to wave into the sky... and blow a kiss to it.
>Yeah... that happened too.
>You will never be able to fully understand her, and maybe it's better this way.
>Especially for your mental health.
>Spike dares to approach you again.
>”Uhm...?”
“Exactly. Let's just forget that ever happened, okay?”
>”Okay.”

>For the rest of the walk home, you and Spike agreed on a ceasefire.
>Well... you see it as more of a surrender than a ceasefire, since Spike didn't really put up a fight.
>Humanity always wins.
>The clocktower strikes four times.
>Wow. It has gotten late. Hopefully Twilight isn't worrying herself to death again.
>You really hate it when she does that.
>Like yesterday where she assumed some horrible monster got you... Why would she even think of such a scenario?
>Man...
>”Anon?”
>That snaps you back into reality.
“Yes, Spike?”
>He looks a bit troubled.
>”And you are sure about Sweetie? Do you really think that she might like me?”
“Yeah. From what I saw she seems pretty into you. How often in the, lets say last month, has she asked you to do something with her?”
>Spike thinks for a bit.
>”Nearly every day.”
“And how often only with her alone? Without Applebloom and Scootaloo?”
“A dozen times or so...”
>You clap your hands together.
“There you have it! If she wouldn't have a crush on you, why else would she do it?”
>”Oh... yeah that makes sense. But...”
“But what?”
>”I still don't know if I like her. With Rarity... I just saw her and knew that she was the mare I wanted.”
>You sigh.
“Look, Spike. I'm going to be honest with you.”
>That is going to be hard for him, but you don't want to see his heart being shattered into thousand pieces.
“How old are you?”
>”Twelve.”
“And how old is Rarity?”
>“Twenty four...”
>Spike's head droops.
>You can see how his hopes and dreams burst like bubbles in the wind.
>Seems like he always knew that this is a major problem, but never wanted to realize that.
>Poor lad... You kneel down and put a hand on his shoulder., gently squeezing it.
>Bro-talk needs to be done at eye level.
“You can see, why it would never work?”
>A tear rolls down his cheek.
>”Yeah...”
“Come here.”
>You pull the purple dragon... no, your little brother into a hug.
>Idly rubbing his back while he sniffles into your chest.
>After a short moment, you give him some space to breath and wipe a tear from his face.
“You know why I'm telling you all that?”
>Hesitantly, he nods.
>”Because you don't want to see me getting hurt?”
“Exactly. What kind of big brother I would be, if I would let that allow to happen?”
>Spike smiles, and you return the smile.
>”Thanks, Anon. But it still hurts...”
>You ruffle his head scales.
“I know. And it will for a while. But in the long term it's better for you. I hope you understand that.”
>”Probably...”
“You will, believe me. Just give it some time.”
>”Okay.”
“And if you ever want to talk about that again, just come to me okay?”
>His smile grows a bit wider.
>”I will. Thanks, Bro.”
>You present your fist and he bumps his into yours.
“Okay then. Let's go home now. Twilight is surely worrying her cute, little head off.”
>Spikes eyebrow raises.
>”Her what now?”
>Oh fuck. You misspoke yourself.
“Ehrm... I mean...”
>He shoots you that cocky grin again.
>”Buy me a huge scoop of ice cream with gem sprinkles and I might forget about that.”
>Only kids can go from sadness to blackmailing their siblings in mere seconds.
>Admirable, but somewhat evil.
”Deal...”
>You shake hands with him.
>”Always a pleasure to do business with you.”
“Likewise.”

>So to the ice cream parlour it is.
“Lead the way, Spike. I don't know which ice cream parlour has gem sprinkles.”
>”Only Sucarcube Corner stocks them.”
>You sigh.
>Wonderful. You just came from there. For the second time this day, you have to retrace your steps.
“Okay then. Let's go.”
>Spike waves you off.
>”Nah. Not today. Twilight will rip my cute, little head off if I eat ice cream before dinner.”
>He shoots you that shit eating grin again.
>”But you owe me!”
“Yeah, yeah. Now come on. Before I do horrible things to your cute, little face.”
>”Excuse me?!” a random mare states shocked.
>Oh, it's not a random mare, it's BonBon.
“It's not what you think!”
>”Sure...”
>She makes a gesture with her hoof that you interpret as “I will keep an eye on you!” and then trots off.
>Wonderful... Now Ponyville's grumpiest mare thinks that you are a child molester
>Spike can barely hold in his laughter.
>At least he's happy now and not sad any more. That's a good thing.
>You flick his nose...
>”Oww!”
>... and continue on your way.
>”Hey! Wait for me!”
>He catches up to you and tugs at your pants.
>You look down to the little dragon.
“Hmm?”
>”I wanted to ask you something before we get home.”
“Sure thing. Spit it out.”
>Aww yeah. More bro-talk.
>Spike fiddles with his claws.
>”You really think that Sweetie is interested in me?”
>Looks like he needs some more confirmation. Nothing easier than that.
“Tell me Spike.”
>”Hmm?”
“When you went crusading with the Crusaders, did you notice something strange? In Applebloom's or Scoot's behaviour for example?”
>Scratching his chin, he thinks for a bit.
>”Actually... yes.”
>He snips his fingers.
>”Every time when we had to split into groups to do something, Applebloom always chose Scootaloo as her partner.”
“See?”
>”See what?”
>Eh... he is almost as dense as you.
“Even Sweeties best friend's are in it!”
>His face takes a surprised look.
>”Oh!”
“Yeah, exactly. They wanted to make sure that you two have your alone time. Sweetie surely asked them to do that.”
>”That makes sense... I think.”
“It does, believe me. Now tell me...
>How do you ask him that without it sounding creepy as fuck.
“And what... uhm... did you and Sweetie do when you were alone?”
>Meh... could have worded it better, you must admit.
>”What, what, what?!” you hear a shrill voice shrieking.
>Oh fuck it's BonBon again. Did she follow you?
“It's still not what you think! I'm trying to have a conversation with my friend here, so please stop following me around!”
>She growls and gives you the evil eye for a few seconds, before finally walking away.
>But stopping every few metres to look over her withers.
>Bitch...
>You can now understand why Rainbow hates her.
>”What was that about?” Spike asks.
“Don't bother with it.”
>He shrugs.
>”Okay. We did nothing interesting. Just walking around and chatting. One time she brought a cake and we ate it in the park.”
“Like a ...?
>You do beckoning motions with your hands.
>Spike just looks confused at you.
“D....”
>”D...?”
>Gesturing intensifies.
“Da...”
>”Da...?”
>Your palm hits your face.
“Like a date, you goofus!”
>”What?! That was a date?”
“Maybe not an official one, but technically it was a date.”
>He blushes and crosses his arms.
>”Wow... Girls are confusing, bro.”
>You pat his head.
“They sure are. But that's what it makes them interesting. Untangling the coil of secrets that is your marefriend is very enticing.”
>You could elaborate on that, but he will see for himself.
>”Heh. Maybe. But it's not that you could speak from experience, eh?”
>If his grin could get any cockier, you are sure it would need it's own censor bar.
“Two burns on one day? Mate, you are a harsh one. Still good job with the reaction time. You are getting better at thinking of these on the spot.”
>”Hehe thanks. I had a good teacher.”
>Aww....
>Spike looks to the ground.
>”But I still don't know if I like her the same way as she likes me.”
“Perhaps you will, perhaps you won't. You just have to give her a chance and see if you feel the same way. ”
>”You are right...”
“I'm your big bro, I'm always right. But more importantly, did you enjoy your “dates” with Sweetie?
>”I think so.”
“Yes or no, Spike.”
>A little bit of pressure to open his eyes can't hurt.
>He winces, but nods.
>”Yes.”
“And I assume you looked forward to the next one? At least sometimes?”
>“Yeah... One night, I had trouble sleeping because I was so excited...”
“Methinks the fire lizard harbors some feelings for the squeaky one.”
>You try to channel your best Gollum, but it just came out weird.
>The look on Spike's face is confirmation for that.
>”Dude...”
“Okay I stop. But seriously, for me it looks like you at least like her a bit.”
>And that most likely his crush on Rarity made him blind for these feelings, but you don't tell him that.
>”You think so?”
“Yep. But like I said, give her a chance and you will see.”
>Spike looks at you for a moment and nods.
>”Okay. I will do that. Thanks, Anon!”
“That's my bro! Give me five.”
>And thus the pact was sealed by the sound of a claw and a hand slapping together.
>Just in time, since you are standing before Twilight's treebrary.
>You better knock, so that you don't surprise her while she's experimenting with your cum.
>That's something you don't want having to explain to Spike.
>So you knock and wait.

>You are now a lavender unicorn again.
>And you just finished skimming your two newly acquired books when you hear somepony knocking on the front door.
>Who could that be? Anon usually doesn't knock, he just comes in and yells that he is here.
>You stash the spell books away and make your way down the stairs.
>Another set of knocks.
“I'm coming! Hold your horses!”
>Nopony has any patience any more...
>You open the door with your magic and much to your surprise it's Anon and Spike.
“Oh, hi guys! Why did you knock?
>”Hi Twilight.” Spike says as he passes you.
“How was the sleep over? Nice?”
>”Eh it was okay. Some things happened that I'm not all too proud of.”
“Huh?”
>Anon chuckles.
>”I will tell you later.”
>He strokes your mane and you lean into his touch.
>Ahh... it only has been an hour or so, but you missed him immensely.
>Suddenly Spike turns around and you remove your head from his hand in an instant.
>Hopefully he didn't saw anything.
>”No, please do not tell her. Geez, I suffered enough embarrassment for one day...”
>”Hehe, okay. I won't then.”
>”Thanks... I'm going to take a nap before dinner. I'm tired as hell.”
“Spike! Language!”
>”Sorry.”
>The little dragon walks up the stairs and your hear the door to his room closing.
>You sigh.
“Anon, please do not teach him such words.”
>”He just picks them up, Sorry Twi.”
“No harm done... just take care what you say around him.”
>”I will.”
>Something in his expression tells you that he won't, but that’s okay.
>Spike won't grow up as one of those rude colts who swears and drink cider all day, not with him as his “brother”. But that doesn't matter now...
>What really matters is that you are alone now~
>You get on your hind legs and pull him closer to you by his collar.
>”Whoa. Twi-”
>No time for words now. Only passion~
>Hastily you lock lips with him.
>No tongue, for now. You want to enjoy the feeling of his lips on yours.
>His hands find their way to the back of your head and your withers.
>Scratching your skin in a heavenly manner.
>You moan into his mouth and let your tongue against his lips.
>Soon enough he opens them and his tongue meets yours.
>They dance and snake around each other in a wistful dance.
>It may only has been an hour but it felt like an eternity.
>You lean more into the kiss, sealing your mouths once more.
>He blocks the access to his teeth, which makes you want to feel their sharpness oh so more.
>But every attempt to trick his tongue is null, so you settle with what you can get. His tongue.
>It's much more dexterous than your own, allowing it to caress yours from every side and angle.
>And that works too~
>You wonder if Spike is asleep yet... maybe there is time for more.
>But before you could even think of your next step, you hear his door open again.
>Shoot!
>Hesitantly, you break the kiss.
>A thin string of saliva connecting you with Anon.
>Anon gazes into your eyes for a moment before mouthing the words “maybe later”.
>You nod and regain your composure by straightening your mane out and wiping your lips.
“Am I blushing?” you whisper?
>”A bit.”
>Anon walks to one of the book shelves, pulls a book out of it and pretends to read.
>Good idea, you should look busy too.
>So you trot towards your table and rearrange the materials on it.
>It really hurts you to destroy your perfectly organized experiment set-up, but it has to be  done.
>Spike scuffles down the stairway.
>”Just getting some water...” he says.
“Okay, you know where the glasses are.”
>Oh by Celestia that was a stupid thing to say. A simple “Yes” or “Okay”  would have done the same job.
>That just grabbed his attention...
>”Yes?”
>You turn your head around so he doesn't see your face.
>His eyebrow raises.
>”You are red as a tomato, Twi. Are you sick?”
“No. no! Must be the heat in here” you blurt out.
>Buck! Contain your hay, Sparkle!
>”Ehrm... okay.”
>Spike looks at you, and then at Anon before looking back at you again.
>A giant grin appears on his face and he vanishes giggling into the kitchen.
>Does he suspect something? You hope not.
>You continue fiddling with various bottles and jars, in an attempt to let time pass by faster.
>The running of water can be heard and soon after he returns with a glass of water.
>”Okay then. I have my glass of water and will leave you two alone~”
>And with that said he runs up the stairs and disappears into his room again
>Buck!
“A-Anon?”
>”Yes, Twi?”
“I think he might be onto us.”
>”Yeah...”

>You quickly establish order on your table again and then walk over to your boyfriend.
>Who is holding his book the wrong way around...
>Sighing, you turn it around with your magic.
>”Oh hey... look at that.”
>He closes it and puts it on the shelve again.
“Anon... what do we do now?”
>”Why don't we just tell him? I mean, it looks like he already figured it out on it's own.”
“But how? Just from seeing me blushing?”
>”Well...”
“Well what?”
>Anon scratches the back of his head and avoids your eyes. He is hiding something.
“You didn't tell him already, did you?”
>”No! But I might have misspoken myself a bit...”
“In which way?”
>”You see... It was getting kinda late and I told Spike that we should see that we get home before you worry your cute, little head off. And of course he heard that remark...”
“Anon...!”
>He throws his arms up.
>”I know! I'm sorry, it just slipped out. And in my defence, you really are cute!”
>You sigh.
“Okay then. What has been done cannot be undone. And thanks.”
>Chuckling, he ruffles your mane.
>”Just saying the truth. So  what do you think? Should we tell him when he wakes up?”
“Mmhh...”
>Anon is right, he probably knows it already anyway and just waits for confirmation...
>And if you tell him not to tell it around, you are sure it would be okay.
“Yeah. Let's do that.”
>”Wonderful. I'm sure he will be happy as a clam, once he hears the news.”
>You smile.
“He sure will be. What I wanted to ask... Ah yes! Where did you find Rarity and him? You were away for nearly an hour.”
>He shrugs.
>”It's a long story.”
“I love long stories! Do tell!”
>”Okay. But let's get comfortable for that. My feet hurt from all the walking.”
>You are kind of hungry anyway.
“How does the kitchen sound? I could fix something quick for us up.”
>He winces and you pout in return.
>You know your cooking is not the best, but you have improved! The last time something caught fire was nearly a month ago. And nopony got sick from your food since at least two months.
“Hey! It's not that bad!”
>Anon kneels down and scratches your ears.
>”Twi... I love you, I really do. But please, my stomach can only endure so many filled bell peppers or “Cheese surprises” before it collapses on itself. And...”
>Pfft... philistine.
“And what? Do you want to cook?”
>”Nah... Look!”
>A small paper bag dangles in front of your head.
“What's that?”
>”Open it.”
>You grab the bag and take a look inside.
“Ohh....”
>A Banana Kaboom! And a lesser pastry, that is not worthy of your time.
“Wow thanks! Did you go to Sucarcube Corner, just to get me cake? You're so sweet!”
>You throw your hooves around his neck and nuzzle his face.
>”Hehe kinda... It's part of the story, that I will tell you once I finally sit.”
“Okay. Then let's waste no time! I can't wait to hear it while I devour this.
>So you and Anon walk into the kitchen and sit down at the table.
>Your kitchen is not especially elegant or even remotely modern, but the chairs you have there are pretty comfy.
>They were a house warming gift from Fluttershy and Rainbow.
>You are pretty sure that Fluttershy chose them and Rainbow just tagged along, but who cares.
>Hovering two plates onto the table, you set the muffin on Anon's and the Kaboom on yours.
>No forks will be needed, at least for the Banana Kaboom. They would just ruin the “Kaboom” part of the sweet treat.
“Enjoy your meal!”
>Anon chuckles.
>”It's not really a meal, but thanks.”
>You take the first bite out of your pastry, and immediately your mouth is filled with small, banana flavoured explosions.
>It tingles a bit as it travels down your throat.
>Aww yeah... that's the stuff.
“So where did you find them?”
>He takes a small bite out of his muffin.
>”Well, I first decided to go to Sweet Apple Acres, to look if Rarity was still there.”
“And she wasn't?”
>”I didn't even get there. First I mistook a strange earth pony for her, with whom I now have a scheduling to tell her about a specific country from earth and then....”
>Huh?
“Which strange pony?”
>Anon pulls a business card out of his jacket and slides it over to you.
>Oh that one.
“Ah... yes. Aryanne. She is a bit... well let's say distinct. But a nice pony once you know her better. If I'm not mistaken she is from Germaneigh.”
>He nods.
>“Yep. She told me that too.”
“And about which country does she want to know more?”
>”Germany.”
>You giggle.
“What a coincidence. Do they speak germane too?”
>”They speak german. But its the same language, minus all the horse puns.”
“Or plus all the human puns.”
>”Yeah. You could see it that way too.” he says, chuckling.
>Another bite, another tasty explosion. This one was particular loud.
>Anon shoots you a worried look.
>”And you are sure that it's safe to eat this?”
“One hundred percent! They are just magical enhanced candy rocks, technically. There is a bit more to that, but it's boring magic theory stuff. So continue, please.”
>”Okay then... After that I continued on my merry way to Applejack's farm, but about half-way there I met Kirron.”
“Kirron is in town again? How nice...”
>You don't really like him, but he is a friend of Anon so you tolerate the minotaur.
>He is incredibly rude towards mares and even tried to hit on you one time with an unbelievably bad pick-up line.
>”Wanna learn something that isn't taught in books?” Or something similar like that.
>But if Anon likes him, he can't be that bad... At least you think so.
>“Yeah, we chatted for a while and he told me that he saw Rarity passing his cart.”
>Kirron was probably only able to memorize the direction she walked in, because he stared on her flank until she was out of sight...
“And I assume, you want to get a drink with him later?”
>Anon sighs.
>”'Maybe. But if you need me tonight, I will of course be with you.”
>Aww... he really is a sweetheart.
“You don't have to. I planned on experimenting all night anyways, once Spike goes to bed. So meet up with him if you want.”
>”Really? Are you sure you won't need me?”
>You nod and beam him a smile.
“Absolutely. Experimenting is best done alone anyhow.”
>”Heh. Okay. But then we will have to make sure, you make it through the night before I leave.”
>He wiggles his eyebrows.
>Your cheeks flush and you playfully wave a hoof at him.
“Oh you~ That sounds lovely. But Spike is home... I don't know if we can find time or quiet for this.”
>”Hmm... We could send him away to get ice cream. For after dinner. The little guy loves this stuff.”
“Sadly yes... But a good idea. That will give us enough time for a little fun~”
>”Perfect. So where was I... Ah yes. Kirron pointed me back to the library. From there I could either go to her boutique or Sucarcube Corner. And since I was a bit hungry anyways, I went to the latter first. And sure enough, she was there.”
>The last piece of your Banana Kaboom finds it's way to your stomach.
>Unfortunately the end pieces contain no candy rocks, so it's a bit boring but still delicious.
“Why did she go to Sucarcube Corner? My library lies on the way from AJ's farm to there. That doesn't make sense.”
>He shoves his muffin away. Looks like he is full.
>”Well you see... I'm gonna make it quick, since we can't change anything about it anyway.”
>You shoot him a confused look.
“What do you mean?”
>Anon gulps and loosens his collar.
>”The thing is, Rarity was punctual.”
“Yeah? And? Why didn't she knock?”
>”Twi, can't you remember what we did around that time?”
>Your blush intensifies.
“Oh.”
>”Exactly. And she didn't knock, because... well she heard you scream and decided that the politest thing to do was not to interrupt and brought Spike and Sweetie to SCC to kill some time.”
>You fear the worst.
“So she knows?”
>Please no... By Celestia and Luna, please no.
>But much to your dismay, Anon nods.
>”Yes...”
“But how?! Did she see or hear you?”
>”No. She figured it out by herself... She can be quite ingenious, if she wants to. I will spare you the details, but she put the pieces together one by one. From with what males you use to socialize to how far I live away from you and how it didn't make sense to send me to find her...”
>Your head droops and the pastry in your stomach feels like it wants to explode again. But in a very wrong way...
“Well, buck. ”
>Your boyfriend puts a hand on your hoof and squeezes it gently.
>”If it's of any relief to you, she was very happy for us and promised to keep it to herself. So nopony else will hear a word about us from Rarity.”
>Yeah... that's something.
“Terrific. Now Rainbow, Pinkie and Rarity know. Spike will soon too. So only Fluttershy and Applejack are left in the shadows... Might as well tell them too...”
>”I don't see the problem there, Twi. I understand that you don't want to be disturbed or distracted while you work on a cure, but what's the worst that will happen? Maybe a Pinkie party or two, and then normality will return again.”
>You sigh.
“I know and you are right. It's just...”
>He takes both of your hooves in his hands.
>”It's just what?”
“I'm just worried that they will find out...”
>”We won't let them. Only Rainbow knows about that little secret and she would rather die than tell anypony. She is the element of loyalty after all.”
“But still... My research and experimentation might suffer from this. And I want that to be over as soon as possible.”
>”Hmm... yeah. You have a point there. So then we just keep the status quo as long as possible. It's not like Applejack or Fluttershy tend to pry in your personal affairs. So additional surprises are as good as impossible.”
>Anon laughs and you can't help but to laugh a bit too.
“Yes... that sounds good. I promise you, we will make it official once this is over.”
>”And I will take you on the biggest and best date, like I promised. It will be so awesome that you want to write a book about it!”
>You giggle.
“Oh Anon... thanks.”
>”For what?”
“The usual... you know. For always being so sweet and understanding.”
>Now he has to blush.
“Only the best for my favourite pony.”
>Anon leans his head in, and you meet him half way.
>Your lips connecting in a loving and gentle kiss.
>”Woohoo! Go, Anon!” a voice suddenly yells.
>Instantly you and Anon break the kiss and look at the source of the noise.
“Spike!”
>”Spike!”

>Why is he awake?! And even more importantly what did he hear?
>Hopefully none of the juicy bits...
“S-Spike... You are awake already?”
>”Eyyup! I wanted to grab something to bite... Looks like you had the same idea.”
>”How long have you been watching us?” Anon asks.
>Spike walks into the kitchen...
>”Long enough to see you two exchanging body fluids.”
>... And climbs on chair, right next to Anon.
>”So....”
>You and Anon are blushing like crazy, avoiding the small dragons interrogative gaze.
>Anon is still holding your hooves... It makes you feel uncomfortable with Spike around, but you don't feel like retrieving them from his grip.
“So what?”
>”Does that mean, Anon is your coltfriend now?”
>You exhale and look at Spike.
“Y-Yes.”
>The grin on his face grows even wider.
>”I knew it! That little remark from him about your cute, little head wasn't just a slip!”
>Spike is giggling like a mad pony. Unable to to contain his excitement.
>Anon ruffles his head fins.
>”So I assume you are happy for us?”
>The dragon nods furiously.
>”Of course! Why wouldn't I? So what does this mean then? Will Anon move in with us or do we move in with him?! Oh boy...”
>You exchange a chuckle and a short eye contact with your boyfriend.
“Spike...”
>”Yeah?! So what is it? Tell me!”
>He is chewing on his claws.
>Anon removes them from his mouth and bops him.
>”Calm down, little guy. That doesn't mean that we will move together... At least not now.”
>Aww...
>”It doesn't?”
>Anon shakes his head.
>”No. We maybe a couple now, but we still have to see if this works out.”
“Yes. And to be honest... it was all a bit turbulent.”
>”Huh? What do you mean with “turbulent”? Spike asks.
>You giggle.
“Don't worry about it. Just a small problem...”
>”Does it have something to do with those experiments?”
>Oh buck...
>What to say now?
>”You heard that, Spike?”
>”Uhu...”
>Anon pulls Spike a bit closer to him.
>”This is important, Spike...You have to tell me what you heard and what not.”
>”From your conversation here?”
>Your boyfriend sighs.
>”Yeah.”
>”Not much... Just that something might interfere with Twilight's research, that you promised her a date and then she called you sweet and kissed you.”
>Spike blushes. Well technically it's not blushing, but more a chemical reaction in his scales to signalize emotions to others. In this case, embarrassment.
>Argh.. Stop Sparkle! To whom are you explaining this?!
>”Okay... Listen Spike.”
>”Yeah?”
>”Don't tell anypony about Twilight experiments or that we are together now. Do you understand?”
>His tone is strict, but not intimidating.
>Like a father who speaks to his son...
>Hmm...
>”O-Of course. But why?”
>”Firstly, those experiments are not of anypony's concern but Twilight and me. And secondly, we want to keep our relationship under the radar for a while, before we make it official. To see if we are compatible and what not.”
>Spike nods.
>”Okay. I understand. I won't tell anypony.”
>”Wonderful. Thanks, Spike.”
>”But...”
>”Hmm?”
>”What are those experiments about? Is one of you sick?”
“No, not really Spike. It's... complicated.”
>”What? That doesn't sound good!”
>His expression is one of worry and confusion... For a moment you ponder if you just shouldn't tell him.
>In a manner that is suitable for his age, of course.
>But before you could finish that thought, Anon has already an idea and begins to talk.
>You wonder what he will tell him.
>”Do you remember when I told you that my old world had no magic?”
>”Mhm. Yeah. Your folk did everything with machines and lightning bolts!”
>Anon chuckles.
>”Close enough. It was called electricity, but that's not the point.”
>”So it has something to do with the magic, here in Equestria?” Spike asks.
>”Exactly. You see, my body can't really handle all this magical energy and so it has some very embarrassing and inconvenient reactions to it from time to time.”
>”Huh? Like what?”
>”I fart Spike. Like a lot.”
>Oh Celestia please... You have trouble to contain your laughter.
>But not a dumb idea. You have to admit.
>”What? Really? That's hilarious!”
>Spike is laughing his flank off. Holding his belly and slapping the table.
>”Sadly yes. And Twilight is trying to find a cure for my problem. So you can surely understand now, why this needs to be kept a secret.”
>He is still laughing but gives your boyfriend a thumbs up.
>”Yeah. Of course... Would be a real BUMmer if this would get on the surface, wouldn't it?”
>Now you have to giggle too. Even if this was a really bad pun, it was funny.
>Anon just shakes his head, but smiles.
>”Yep. You could say, you shouldn't blow your own trumpet about this.”
>Your giggling turns into a full blown laughter, and Anon joins in soon too.
>For a while the three of you just keep laughing, until Spike breaks it.
>”Ahahaha... Oh wow...”
>”So you won't tell anypony?” Anon asks.
>”Yep. My lips are sealed!”
>Anon pats his head.
>”Wonderful. Any other questions?”
>”Actually yes.”
>”Spit it out, bro.”
>”Since I don't have to keep it a secret that you called Twilight's head cute any longer, does that mean you don't  owe me ice cream any more too?”
>Anon and you chuckle.
>Oh kids will always be kids, no matter what happens.
>”Don't worry. You still will get your ice cream. In fact Twilight and I are giving you some money after dinner, so you can go buy some.”
>”Really?!”
>”Yep!”
“You can get as much as you want!” you chime in, clapping your hooves together.
>”Woohoo! Today is the best day ever!”
>”Sure is, Spike. Sure is”
>For some reason you can feel the same sudden sensation of content, happiness and satisfaction coming as when Anon cums inside you.
>Strange... You make a mental note about this. There has to be a reason for that.
>But that's a thing for later. What now matters is how happy you are with...
>Dare you say it?
>Yes.
>What now matters is how happy you are with your small family.
>Yeah... That sounds right.
End Part 8