by Europa
Spike blinked blearily from his room - his own room, yes! - in the castle, tossed over in his basket, and screamed into his pillow. Why couldn't they be quiet? They'd been at it for hours! He would've thought that at least one of them would've had the presence of mind to use a sound-proofing aura, but no. Given that his room was located next to Twilight's, he could hear - crystal clear - the squeaking of her bed since Chrysalis was over today. At least next time, Twilight was going to the changeling hive instead of Chrysalis to Equestria.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
"Oh come on! Rrr!" He growled - dragons were quite a bit better at that than ponies - and leaped from his basket. He stomped over to the door, opened it, and entered the castle halls.
The walk to Twilight's room was short, but in the dead of night with sleep deprivation tugging at the corner of his visions, it may as well have been the Running of the Leaves. From here the squeak squeak squeak of Twilight and Chrysalis's late night activities was even louder. He opened the door and slammed it open, revealing the pony and changeling that were the bane of his life jumping up and down on the bed like a pair of excited fillies. Or nymphs.
"DO YOU MIND?!" he snarled. The two of them stopped and fell on the bed, looking at him with wide eyes, Twilight's horn hastily firing a sound-proofing spell on her room. "Thank you," he drawled, slamming the door shut behind himself as he left, hearing it lock behind him.
Once he got back to his room, he curled up in his basket and pulled the covers over his cold-blooded body. "Ah," he said. "That's better."
And then...
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! And that wasn't the only noise. There were other noises too, lewd groans that would haunt his nightmares for the rest of his life.
"Hey, keep it down!" he shouted. Nothing happened, and he realized with horror that Twilight must've inverted the sound-proofing spell's effect; sound could get out, but not in. "AAARRGH!"