//------------------------------// // Mythbusted by Magicman7997 // Story: Magic of Love: A Twidance Prompt Collab // by ArguingPizza //------------------------------// by Magicman7997 ~~~ “Sweet Celestia! What a night!” I giggled despite myself. Some of the Apple Family's finest hard cider coursed through my body, courtesy of Pinkie and her “Congrats Twi and Cady on finally getting together!” party (though I'm sure that wasn't the original theme of the night). In any event, it had been a spectacular night. I'd danced my flank off, played many a rousing game of charades (we party hard), and finally, FINALLY, confessed my true feelings to one Princess Mi Amore Cadenza. “You can say that again, Ladybug,” she giggled. Faust! I love her giggle. Cadance bumped against my flank in a not so subtle manner. Apparently she too, had sampled some of the Apple Family's wares and was three sheets in the wind as well. We'd really hit Pinkie's reserves hard after I'd walked right up to her and kissed her full on the lips. She melted in my hooves and returned it just as anxiously. It wasn't until we came up for air that we remembered that we weren't alone. Amidst the blushes and sideways glances we gave one another. The cheers were deafening. That's when the party started in earnest. That's when we hit the bottles. That's when we... “I still can't believe we played '7 minutes in Elysium'. We are worse than a couple of teenagers.” Cadance blushed at that. Damn, she's even cuter when she blushes. A quick kiss to the tip of her muzzle brings back a flood of memories. Most of them centered around those seven minutes we were locked in the Cake's broom closet at Sugarcube Corner. We walked through the cool autumn air back to the Golden Oaks Library. Not quite ready for the evening to end, but knowing that a certain dragon and a certain filly had slipped out of the party early, it was mutually decided that we should at the very least check up on them. “I'm so proud of Spike. He's been such a little gentledragon with Sweetie Belle.” I really was proud of him. After his crush on Rarity, I wasn't sure a relationship with her little sister would be the best thing. Once again, I was so pleasantly wrong when it came to romance. My little Spike was growing up and there wasn't a darn thing I could do about it. “I wonder if he's given her one of his scales yet?” Cadance asked. “It's an important part of the dragon mating process. It means so much for a mate to carry around a part of yourself.” “So if Sweetie is supposed to get a scale from Spike, what's he supposed to get from her?” I asked, honestly curious. “A vial of her blood.” “Wait, WHAT?!?!” “Oh yes, it's an ancient draconic tradition. Especially since the male collects it himself.” “But how? I can't even fathom...” “He collects it in the midst of (ahem) coitus.” My eyes are as big as my head. I can't believe this, I won't believe it! Not my little Spike! He couldn't, he wouldn't? Would he? “We have to get to that library now!” We run the rest of the way. Yeah, in hindsight, teleportation would have been faster, but I wasn't thinking about that. I was trying to not to imagine Spike and Sweetie in one of any compromising positions. I was trying not to imagine Spike extracting his “pound of flesh”. I was trying not to imagine how I was gonna tell Rarity that Spike had taken a chunk out of her sister. We reach the front door of the library and without a thought I nearly rip it from the hinges with my magic. From the top of the stairs I hear the unmistakable moans of pleasure that sound distinctly female and distinctly young. “Oh buck, oh buck, oh buck,” I chant as I rush up the stairs. Praying to Celestia that I'm not too late, I throw open the door to Spike's room and find them in the midst of a rather heavy make-out session. In the mix of limbs and mane I see the glint of a single purple scale nestled safely on Sweetie's chest. Her half lidded gaze at Spike confirms she's too lost in passion to realize what's going on. Spike, however, spun around instantly as I stormed in. “Twilight! A little privacy please?!” “Spike! You can't, you mustn't!” “What are you talking about? I'm a adolescent dragon now! We both know to be careful. What's the big deal?” “No Spike, I mean her blood! You can't take it! You have to find another way!” He giggled, I don't get it. Why's he giggling? This is serious. “Twilight. Have you been reading those goofy high fantasy stories again? That's a myth. Dragons have never done that.” “But your scale?!” “Actually, I asked him for it.” Sweetie Belle said as she came back to reality and joined the conversation. “It's a small part of him that I can carry with me. It makes me feel closer to him.” My brain was trying to work overtime to keep up with this. Cadance came to my rescue. “So, you weren't going to take a vial of her blood?” “Eenope.” Spike dead panned. Cadance giggled in spite of herself, “You two are just so blessed cute. I think it's wonderful for you guys to have each other. Now if you'll excuse Twilight and I, I think it's time for us to (ahem) get to know each other. You two have a wonderful evening.” I came to my senses about then and proceeded to lose my mind. Cadance led me up the stairs and closed the door to my room. “Now, why don't we get a little more comfortable.” Cadance purred as we sunk into my bed. As my lips brushed ever so slightly against hers, a sharp cry of “OUCH! SPIKE!”, broke us out of our revelry. “I guess that one myth that wasn't busted.” I groaned at that one, but pounced on Cady in one swift shot. “Time to bust another one,” I said. “Oh?” She smirked as she asked. “Time to bust the myth that Unicorns can't last 5 minutes in bed...”