On Thin Ice
It had all happened so fast…
Twilight wasn’t sure what had happened. One moment, it had all been so clear – she felt the cold wind on her cheek, the lithe, breathless feeling of being in the air – and then the next...everything was dark. The light above her was receding as she felt herself sink. The heavy iron on the bottom of her feet was dragging her under.
She struggled hopelessly in the frozen water to undo her shoes. She panicked as she felt the pressure close in all around her, racing against the precious little time she had before her body demanded air. She cursed herself mentally for having tied the laces so firmly. If only she had known.
She finally abandoned the effort, finding it hopeless, and made for the top. She swung her arms as hard as she could, fighting against her own weight – fighting for her life – as she desperately raced for the top. No luck. It made no difference. The force of gravity had firmly denied her request at salvation.
Who could have known it would have ended like this? Certainly not Twilight, that’s for sure. That morning’s weather had promised a day of fun and recreation. The snow had frozen the lake solid and she and Spike had been eager to practice their ice-skating. They had gone with high hopes and spirits and now it seemed that what would have been a happy occasion, would be a tragedy.
They would probably find her body, Twilight thought, when the ice-melted. She would eventually float to the surface, or they would drain the lake and find her at the bottom, a bloated corpse. She wondered how her friends and family would take the news. She knew they would grieve, but she felt the worse for Spike – left alone without her. What would he do?
The thoughts lingered in her mind as Twilight fought to keep what little air she had managed to save from being exhaled. It was a losing battle. She could feel the icy hands of Death creeping his tendrils over her frail body as the darkness seemed to envelope her vision. She held her hand up, grasping for the light with her last desperate will to live, as she sunk into the abyss, until a sudden rush caused her eyes to shoot open.
She didn’t know what had happened, but at once she saw herself rising. The light was coming closer until… AIR! Twilight coughed violently as she breached the surface of the ice where she had fallen through, desperately clinging to side as she tried to claw her way out. She struggled, madly pulling herself on the ice, until she felt something push her from behind.
For a long time, she laid there, unable to move, her entire body stiff as she stared helplessly up into the sky, nearly unable to move. She thought she would never feel again until she felt the chilling surge of water running over her as another warm body found itself next to hers.
“Twilight, are you alright!?”
She looked up to see the ruddy cheeks and crystal green eyes of Spike look over her.
“S-spike?”
“We need to get out of here,” he stated firmly. “Give me your hand.”
Twilight, still in a state of shock, tried her best to comply with his order, but at once felt herself lifted into the air by two powerful arms that laid her squarely on his shoulders, holding her firmly by the wrist.
Twilight was in no capacity to have helped the situation. She knew that. But as her senses came to, her still numb body ached all over – the wind piercing her soaked clothing like icy daggers. She moaned in pain with each step along the way.
“W-what happened?” Twilight asked, her teeth chattering.
“You fell through the ice, Twi,” Spike huffed.
Yes, now she remembered. She had been practicing her pirouette, that’s when she must have landed on some thin ice. She had been getting really good, since her first winter in Ponyville when she had humiliated herself on the ice during the Winter Wrap Up; but not that good, it seemed. She had grown in experience, but apparently had overestimated herself – a nearly fatal flaw.
Twilight’s cheeks were red – a mixture of cold and humiliation. She had gotten cocky. As one of Celestia’s top students and now Princess of Friendship, she had always tried to be humble when it came to herself and her abilities. But she had gotten carried away. She had lost herself in the joy of the moment and wasn’t thinking clearly. There were limitations for everything and she had almost gone beyond the point of no return.
Twilight sighed inwardly, not speaking a word as Spike carried her through the wind and snow, back to her castle…
~
Spike carried her out of the elements and all the way until to their quarters in her castle.
“We have to get these clothes off,” Spike said urgently, as she let down Twilight and immediately threw off his jacket and shirt.
Twilight didn’t object. She couldn’t really. She was desperate; desperate to get out of the cold. In any other situation, she would have instantly objected to such a flagrant exposure, but those thoughts were tossed to one side, much like their clothing as she and Spike tore the soaked accouterments from their bodies.
In instant, the two of them were bare. They quickly assembled whatever towels and blankets they could find and covered themselves as they huddled together for warmth by the fire-side.
Twilight shook violently, her teeth chattering ceaselessly as she pressed against Spike, whose body seemed much warmer than her own. Spike, in turn, pulled her closer to himself, shaking with equal ferocity as they held each other.
“S-spike…” Twilight whispered.
“Y-yeah?”
“I’m really c-cold…”
“Me t-too.”
“I’m sorry…”
“About what?”
“F-falling into t-the ice.”
“It w-wasn’t, y-your fault,” Spike stated, struggling to enunciate. “It might have well have been me.”
Twilight inwardly recoiled in horror at the thought. What if Spike had fallen in, instead of her? She honestly doubted what she would have done, or if she had could have done anything at all. It made her feel all the worse for the whole affair, as they had only gone out to ice-skate on her suggestion.
“I’m sorry,” Twilight repeated.
“It’s f-fine,” Spike replied. “The main thing is that it’s over now and you’re safe.”
“No…” Twilight said, shaking her head. “No, I put both our lives at jeopardy by going out on the ice today. I should have never done that. One of us could have gotten killed and it would have been my fault…my fault…”
Twilight’s heart sank. She let those words echo in her ears, reflecting on them. She had been responsible for other pony’s lives before – that was what came with being a Princess – but she had always thought of it in terms of the greater good; never in terms so personal.
A single tear formed in the corner of Twilight’s eye and raced down her cheek as she thought of the loss of one of her closest companions because of a decision she had made.
“And…I could have lost you.”
Twilight tried to keep a stoic face, but she couldn’t. Her voice cracked at the word ‘lost’, as in gone forever. A pain started rising in her chest and she couldn’t help let out a muffled sob. A reassuring arm wasn’t too far away, though.
Spike gently cradled Twilight in his arm, petting her head.
“Ssh, it’s alright, it’s alright,” Spike whispered.
Twilight choked and wept. She wasn’t usually the one to get emotional; actually it was something she had always worked hard to control. She thought that since her friendship report meltdown that she had mastered her emotions; compartmentalized, rationalized, and only showed at the appropriate occasions. But some things, it seemed, were still beyond her control. Though Twilight wondered to herself, as the tears poured onto Spike’s shoulder, how long this had been bubbling on the surface, waiting for a chance to boil over in one effusion of emotion.
“Spike…I’m afraid to lose you.”
“You’re not losing me,” he reassured her. “I promise.”
“No Spike, I mean…”
Twilight bit her lip, her cheeks turning red. She had butterflies racing in her stomach. He was so close, and she was so vulnerable. How could she ever put it into words?
“…I mean I…want you.”
A pregnant moment of silence passed between them as Twilight stalled, unsure of how to continue.
“I want you,” she repeated. “But not for my own sake. You’re an amazing person, Spike. And I just wanted you to be happy. “
Twilight stopped and looked down, not able to look him in the eyes.
“I know you’ve always had a crush on Rarity. You admire her, because she’s a mare of refinement. You know something good when you see it. But I always – I couldn’t help it – felt a twinge of jealousy deep down inside. I’ve never been an outgoing person, you know that Spike. I preferred my books, but…books can only give you so much. A book can’t smile at you or coddle you or tell you how pretty you look. I just wished for that type of adulation. To be loved...”
Twilight sighed, still trying to strengthen her resolve as she continued.
“But I never said anything because I didn’t want to you to worry, or make you think I was…desperate. As I said, I only ever wanted you to be happy, even if that meant I could never have you…”
Twilight looked up, fresh tears flowing down her cheeks.
“And I care for you so much, Spike, so much. If something would have happened…I could have never forgiven myself. That why I had to tell you, I had to. I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore…I love you, Spike.”
Twilight pressed her hand on his chest and she learned her forehead on his shoulder.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” she whimpered. “I just…”
Before she could say another word, she was silenced by a pair of lips that had gently struck with hers. Twilight’s eyes shot open in surprise, tensing as she felt the warmness of Spike’s cheeks, before lidding her eyes as she relaxed into his embrace. They held that way for a long moment, before they seemed to gently pull away from the other.
“Y-you’re not mad?” Twilight asked, her cheeks still flushed.
“How could I be mad at you, Twilight?” Spike replied, holding her by the chin as he gazed into her eyes. “Whenever I needed help, you’ve always been there; whenever I needed someone to listen, you heard me out and never judged me. You mean everything to me, Twi. I only wish you had told me earlier.”
Fresh tears began to pour from Twilights eyes – not of sadness now, but of joy. She wrapped her arms around Spike, content and pleased; their bodies warm together. She laid her head against his chest and listened to the steady thump of his beating heart. It was a good heart, a strong heart, a loyal heart; one that always burned with passion like a fire deep inside of him.
"Are you feeling better now?” Spike asked, leaning his forehead on hers.
Twilight smiled, feeling the warmth radiating between them.
“Yes, much better now.”
“Good.”
“Spike…”
“Hmm?”
“Have you ever been with a girl?”
Now it was Spike’s turn to blush.
“No, Twilight, I can’t say that I have…”
Twilight rubbed his ruddy cheek, smiling at his innocence. She knew he was telling the truth. He was so young and honest.
“Spike, I’ve always wanted to give myself to you.”
She gently caressed her fingers down his toned chest, rubbing his thigh possessively. Twilight wanted this, more than she ever had before. She had fantasized about something like this, but had never allowed her lust get away with her. Now, only inches away from her object of desire, she felt a fire burning in her skin; a fire that almost seemed burn hotter and more intense with every moment that passed.
“Spike…” she breathed, her voice low and huffy. “I need you…badly.”
There was desperation in her voice; desperation Spike had never heard before. The soft touch of her hands along his skin suddenly caused a rush of excitement in Spike. His heart leapt in his chest, feeling a rush, before realizing he had become erect.
Spike didn’t try to hide it – there really was no point. He gave a wry smile, a vague glimmer of satisfaction as he looked into Twilight’s eyes.
“You are beautiful,” he stated resting his palm on her shoulder.
Twilight pulled herself closer to him, until her mouth was at his ear.
"I’m all yours, Spike,” Twilight whispered. “Take me.”
Spike let out a sharp exhale of air, his entire head swooning as he felt his manhood quiver, his hardened shaft rubbing against Twilight’s soft tummy. He desperately tried to contain his excitement as he looked over Twilight’s features, though he found that nearly impossible as his eyes gazed on Twilight’s bosoms. He gently cupped them in his hand, his thumb trailing over the perked nipples that crowned Twilight’s perfect, pert breasts.
Twilight let a soft, lustful moan escape her lips. She threw herself at Spike’s mercy. She trusted him totally. But, as she always had done, she would be the one to guide and to teach him as she had so many times before. She arched her neck, ever so slightly forward, revealing her bare neck to Spike. It didn’t fail to catch his eye.
Spike leaned forward, one hand still cupped on Twilight’s chest as he planted a series of endearments on her neck, starting behind the ear and working his way down, all the while whispering his affection to her between kisses.
“You’re beautiful…like a flower…fresh in bloom…”
Twilight blushed as she heard Spike fawn over her. This is what she had always wanted, always had dream of; to hear him whisper these sorts of words, these lines of poetic prose that gave her a heightened sense of self, that made her truly happy inside. Twilight wrapped her arm around her lover’s back, holding him close as he adored her, planting kisses on her collarbone.
Twilight shivered, her entire body arching as she felt her hot juices trickle down the side of her leg, her womanhood tingling in anticipation.
“Mmm, Spike,” Twilight mewled. “I need you inside of me.”
Her whines were desperate pleads that Spike readily obeyed. His shaft found its place, sliding over the folds of Twilight’s pink slit. A sharp moan escaped Twilight’s lips, her juices gushing now. She looked up at Spike with eyes that were burning with lust. It was torture every moment he denied her what she wanted, yet it was divine because it seemed to make the pleasure that much more intense.
Twilight moaned, not being able to hold it back anymore. She reached down and, holding Spike’s manhood, guided to her moist entrance.
“Are you sure about this, Twilight?” Spike asked, a mild anxiety in his voice.
“Yes, Spike,” Twilight replied reassuringly. “Just… be gentle.”
Spike nodded, shifting his body ever so slightly as his head grazed her sweet lips. He pushed forward, slowly, but surely, rocking his hips back and forth until he felt he could not push any further. Twilight shook as Spike pushed passed it, letting a shriek of pain and pleasure escape her lips as he did so.
“Twilight, are you alright?” Spike asked concerned.
Twilight’s chest rose and fell; her voice low and strained.
“Yes Spike, keeping going,” she urged him.
“But…you’re bleeding!’ Spike said as the crimson dew raced down her leg.
“Keep going,” Twilight repeated.
She knew that there would be pain, but she hadn’t expected it to be so intense. The aching sensation of her deflowering was soon replaced though, with pleasure as Spike pressed deeper inside of her. Twilight instinctively wrapped her legs around his muscled thighs, pushing him deeper by pressing into him with her heels.
Spike shifted slowly and methodically, gently caressing her insides with his thick shaft. The fullness of his cock made Twilight’s entire body shake. She looked up with him, their eyes locked on each other he took her.
Twilight had wanted this – gods how she had wanted this. She whined with every thrust, loving every moment as Spike made love to her; their hips rocking together in perfect sync. She reached up and locked lips with him, their tongues gracefully dancing inside their mouths between muted sounds of ecstasy.
Beads of sweat dripped from their bodies, their contorted forms enveloped in each other. Spike’s thrust began to become longer and more drawn out, with more power and animalistic desire. The heavy groans and whines mixed with the sounds of their hips slapping together; Twilight’s thick juices still gushing on Spike’s shaft.
Soon, the thrusts became heavier still, his movements more urgent and frantic; his teeth clenched; breathing hard and raspy.
“Twilight, I’m…getting…close…” he huffed between thrusts.
Twilight could feel her own climax approaching. She didn’t waver. She wanted to give herself over completely to him – to fulfill her innermost desire.
“C-cum in me, Spike!”
Spike thrusted one more time, an animalistic groan rolling out in a long crescendo of pleasure as he shot his thick, creamy load deep inside of her. Twilight clenched as the long cords of potent seed shoot inside her, a thick jet of juices erupting from her womanhood as the held each other in one long outpouring of pure bliss.
Twilight relaxed her fingers on Spike’s shoulders as she felt the last of his seed deposited inside of her; his thrusting quickly coming to stop as his member began to soften. She reached up and held him close, pulling their lips into a deep kiss.
“Thank you, Spike,” Twilight huffed, nuzzling his neck.
Spike kissed her on the cheek softly.
“I love you, Twilight,” he replied.
Twilight looked up at the ceiling, her mind utterly content in Spike’s warm embrace, the cold a distant memory, their bodies and souls as one.
“I love you too, Spike…”