Title:           Prose Attempt #1 (not godly or anything)
Author:          minion_of_Lulu
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/FBCstADr
First Edit:      Saturday 11th of May 2013 10:12:38 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 6th of January 2015 10:17:22 PM CDT

Based off of pic related: https://derpibooru.org/257451?scope=scpee7050cd0bd26b5934da6acdf5211103eba62be6f
 
"Twilight...Hurry up! I really gotta go!" Spike desperately bangs on the door. His tiny bladder isn't strong enough to hold all that liquid gold back. What he doesn't know that behind that door, Twilight is having her alone time. She had pent up stress from today's adventures that needs to be addressed.
 
"Not...now," Twilight huffs out between her pants as she rides her replica Big Mac stallion dildo. She manages to get the godlike phallus from the actual source. She said it was for science, and Big Mac didn't question her reasoning.
 
The banging intensifies. Spike is becoming desperate to release his load. "Hurry up Twilight! How long does it take to bathe? Like seriously?"
 
Twilight needs to hurry, for she didn't want to let her number one assistant see her like this. In an attempt to not let that reality take fruit, she quickens her pace. Her hips bounce up and down along the black rubber rod. The water sloshing underneath her while forcing the silicon dong deep within her virgin canal. She could feel the tip kissing the entrance to her womb on each bounce. She was getting close to her peak as the frantic banging of her reptilian resident becomes louder and more frequent.
 
"Please, w-wait just one more minute Spike. I'll be out in a bi-bit!" Twilight's voice cracks. She can't hold back her voice any longer. She steadies herself by placing her hand on the wall. "J-Just hold it...JUST HOLD IT!" Her lip trembles as the pleasure she feels builds up. It multiplies over and over, growing to the point where she can't hold it in any longer.
 
"I-I CAN'T!" Spike begins doing the dance of his people, shifting on each foot trying to hold back his golden liquid for the porcelain throne. but it only makes it worse. He had no choice for he is at his limit as well. "That's it! I'm coming in!"
 
"NO! DON'T! I'M NOT-...AAAAAAAH!!!" Twilight spears herself onto her special toy one last time.  She lets out a blood curdling scream, letting all her sexual frustrations out. Her juices squirting all around the dildo in tiny spurts. Her insides felt like they were twisting in on themselves. Her mind momentarily shuts down and her limbs grow weak. Her walls clinging onto the replica shaft as she milks her climax for all it's worth. She leans forward against the wall just to keep herself from falling and hurting herself. "Still...coming."
 
The knob on the door twists to the right. The young dragon pushes the door open to find his caretaker riding out the euphoric waves of her orgasm. Spike was lost in the moment as a yellow stream of liquid pools underneath him. "Whoa..."
 
As Twilight comes down from her high, she looks over her shoulder. A heavy blush appears on her face. "Spike..." Her voice, barely a whisper, calls out to the young dragon. "This...this wasn't supposed to happen."
 
"T-Twilight." Spike shivers in place as the hot urine puddle around his feet becomes chilled from the surrounding air. He could see clearly the dark rod sticking deep into his master's quivering hole, drenched from her juices. Although he didn't want to admit it, seeing Twilight in this position did turn him on. His scales part slightly as his spiked penis pokes out from his pelvic area.
 
Twilight's eyes shift downward. She sees the dragon's pecker twitching and the pool of urine at his feet. She knows that Spike is a growing dragon, but this is something she wants to avoid. "I...I uh..." Her rosy cheeks darken the longer she looks at his aching shaft.
 
Spike looks down and figures out what is causing the bright librarian to become all flustered. He wakes from his stupor and goes into frantic mode. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean... I mean that...uh." He couldn't look her in the eye. The situation has reached new awkward heights. "I got to go and rearrange some books!" The purple dragon makes his hasty exit from under Twilight's gaze. He dives into his basket and covers himself with his security blanket.
 
"I-I can't believe I saw that... Twilight...on that big thing." His mind wanders, speculating how often she uses that large tool. Was it once a week? Every other day? "how could she take that large thing so easily? AUGH!! Darn it!" He huffs and rolls over in his basket. "It hurts just to think about that. Yet..." His barbed prick twitches as he recalls that moment he walked in on Twilight screaming in pure bliss. He couldn't ignore the call to release his own frustration as well. "Darn it..."
 
Meanwhile, Twilight sits in the bath. Her head submerged underneath the crystal surface. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. 'I could just die...' she thinks to herself before re-emerging from underneath the water. "I never expected this to happen. He saw me doing...that." Her mind racing a mile a minute, trying to come up with some explanation for Spike. "Not to mention he urinated all over the floor. But it isn't his fault." She looks over towards the yellow puddle slowly inching outwards. "I can't stay in here forever." With a heavy sigh, she stands and exits the bath. A quick spell cleans the mess in an instant. "Now to deal with...Spike."
 
After wrapping her towel around her body, she takes her leave from the confines of the bathing area. Her wet footsteps echo through the empty library. She arrives at the main lobby where she hoped to find Spike. Yet she finds no sign of the young dragon anywhere. She only sees Owlicious staring back at her. "Oh, Owlicious. Have you seen Spike anywhere? He should be here cleaning."
 
"HOOOOT" The brown owl tilts his head towards the stairs before taking flight. "HOOT HOOT!"
 
Twilight, not being slow on the uptake, follows her second assistant up the stairs. The Owl lands at the top step, eyes peered straight ahead. "Owlicious, wha?"
 
"MMMMNN...."
 
A moan catches the young mare off guard. She peers over the top step to find Spike stroking his engorged member. "Spike?" She whispers in a hushed tone. Owlicious takes to the air and flies back to the foyer to continue his duties as the night assistant. But Twilight didn't have that luxury, for her eyes are glued onto the dragon responding to his urges. "I-It's just him responding to physical stimuli. And I always needed to know more about dragon sexual habits," She mutters under her breath. "F-for science..."