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| HeinousActsZX #960833 5 months ago |
"Why, Ms. Spakle, you're trying to seduce me." |
| Posey #960849 5 months ago |
Spike and Twilight? That's several types of odd, but shippers gonna ship. |
| Fridge_Logic #960897 5 months ago |
Fuck, why am I into this. Damn you, Joseco. |
| Anonymous #960942 5 months ago |
"No! You're like a mother to me!"
"I'm not your real mother." "Oh..." |
| NoponyMan #961001 5 months ago |
"Sorry things didn't work out between you and Rarity, spike. But don't worry, when I'm through with you, you'll forget all about her."
"*gulp* O-ok." "Trust me, Spike. I learned this one from a book." |
| RandomDouche #961041 5 months ago |
I imagine them more like brother and sister actually. Twilight cant be more than like 6-7 years older than Spike |
| imnotgivingmynametoamachine #961576 5 months ago |
If anything, it would be like your older sister-in-law trying to seduce you. . .ewwww.... |
| SpikeSpiegel #962945 5 months ago |
He could smell her arousal from where he stood, even with the plague of alcohol-induced bad breath violating his olfactory. Dripping, slithering more like a serpent than a liquid, along her inner thigh and down her legs, onto the marble floor. She was using him to steady herself, that much he could tell, given the atmosphere. His acute smelling capabilities told a tale of bourbon, cognac and a smidgen of very weak vodka. Her wide smile gave away all secrets of her intentions, her eyes even more so. He had long been teased for his sensitive nose, but it helped him give something away of the current situation as well.
'Twilight, you've been in the Princess' private stash, haven't you?' Spike pointed out, feeling her lean even more, shifting more of her balance onto him like he was some sort of support pole. 'Yeah, she really has some good stuff!' she chirped in an almost canary-like tune; her further shift almost caused him to stagger back (Which he really didn't want to, seeing as the royal couches were in every way, inhospitable for anyone looking to crash on them). She sang a sentence, seemingly oblivious to everything around her, 'Did you know that I hate it when you use your hair gel?' Keeping his composure (And his eyes above neck level, at least), tried to take control of the situation. He had dealt with Twilight's nudity before; more often than he would have liked, really. This wasn't the first time he had seen the shapely form of his sister-figure in all its alluring glory, after - ! Focus, Spike! Focus! As his motor commands returned after the brief trail of thought, he suddenly found that Twilight no longer had her hands pushing against his chest. She had her breasts do that. Her hands were on his bottom. 'I hate that hair.' She breathed against his neck, her body like a boa constrictor, immobilizing him and his thought process; her tongue as fangs to a venom of raw and concentrated lust, dripping against the bare skin of his throat. He could feel her lean even more; he could literally taste her scent, unrestrained instinct and bared desire. The thoughts of the Princess' wrath from her raided stores had all but dissipated as she looked at him with half-lidded eyes. 'It makes me want to fuck it.' Before he could react (Not that he was decided on the manner), she pushed him right onto the royal couch, with a smile he would associate with the most devilish of fiends and the naughtiest of nuns. Her hands were free again, and grabbed his wrists right above him, pinning him to the uncomfortable contraption of a chair. She leaned in close, so close that he likened her gaze to the night, and her breathing to his own. 'I'm not so drunk, Spike,' her voice dripped with promise and sin, beckoning him to be dragged into a whirlpool of pleasure, 'but it looks like you... need to make a choice.' She ground against nether regions, sending shivers into his very being and the red haze of want to cloud his eyes. 'You and I can stay here all night and explore every single delight I can offer you...' She teased his lips with a soft, lingering kiss, her warmth still there as she leaned back, her body bared to him in a way he had never thought before. 'Or I can make you.' His hands grasped into her firm cheeks, cold to touch; hot to feel. Twilight grinned... and the lights went out. |
| Gundlach #963133 5 months ago |
^ *clap clap clap* NICE ^~^ |
| Anonymous #963621 5 months ago |
Awesome! |
| Fridge_Logic #1006013 5 months ago |
Well, that was simultaneously the first clop fic and the best piece of pony literature I've ever read. Outstanding. |
| Anonymous #1006049 5 months ago |
I said it once, I'll say it again.
If she raised you like a mom and scolded you like a big sister and there's no blood relation between you...it only makes sex way hotter. |
| Anonymous #1007619 5 months ago |
MY PENIS IS ERECT |