A trip to the human world to explore gives Twilight Sparkle a great deal more than she bargained for. Now she is the servant of a human for a whole month. But this mysterious stranger isn't all he seems, and she must fulfill his every desire...
Twilight Sparkle doesn't know much about the human world, and so she decides to take a research trip there to investigate. But a late night meeting with a stranger leads to a small wager over a game of chess. The loser must obey the winner in their every command. Twilight feels confident in her abilities... And loses.
Now by his request he has come with her back to Equestria. At least he was nice enough to give her a present... Now why can't she even think to hesitate at his commands, regardless of what they are?
(Clopfic: Commissioned by Luna 117, contains Mind Control, exhibitionism, public humiliation, sexual slavery, domination, and more. If you don't like then please ignore.)
Princess Twilight Sparkle hums softly to herself as she packs her saddlebags with research materials for her journey ahead. Her notebook, pencils, pens, a camera, and an empty photo album.
“Twilight, are you sure this is a good idea?” Spike walks over with the Safari hat that Twilight asked him to retrieve for her.
She takes the hat in her magic, and puts it on, “Of course! Every time I’ve visited Canterlot High I've never gone beyond the boundaries of the school. Except for the occasional latte, and that sleepover at Pinkie's. There's an entire world on that other side to explore and as a scientist I need to document it.”
“Okay I get that, but… What about as a Princess?” Spike crosses his arms with a raised eyebrow.
Twilight waves a hoof softly, “Oh no worries, with Starlight’s help I perfected the time travel spell. All we have to do is make a careful note of how long we've been gone once we get back, and then time travel back to the moment we left. It will be like we were never gone to begin with. Besides I already messaged Sunset Shimmer that we were coming so they're expecting us.”
Spike doesn't look completely sold, but he knows Twilight well enough to know when she's set her mind to something, and won't be talked out of it. “Alright then… I'll go get the peanut butter sandwiches for the trip.”
“Ooooo, sounds yummy! Why don't you get the crackers, and bring the jar of peanut butter along with us? Trixie actually has me kinda hooked on them. Who would have that whole grain crackers would make such a difference? And with crunchy peanut butter too.”
Spike leaves, and then comes back with a backpack loaded with the food. “Made a thermos or two of lemonade to go with it.”
Twilight hugs him softly around the neck with a hoof, “Thanks Spike, I don't know what I would do without my number one assistant.”
He smiles gratefully, and returns the hug. Afterwards he adjusts his bag, and stands straight, snapping a salute, “Onwards, and upwards Princess Sparkle!”
“Sparkle?” She giggles a bit, and then heads for the mirror to the human world. With a deep breath she puts on her hat, and plunges through the mirror, Spike hot on her tail.
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On the other side of the mirror they come out in front of Canterlot High… In the dead of night.
Twilight blinks in surprise, and looks around, “Is it that late already?” She steps around the statue, and frowns as she looks around. Then she looks up when she remembers the statue itself is destroyed, shattered by her counterpart in this world during a magical craze. It's a shame, she liked that statue.
Spike shakes himself off, his backpack now a puppy sized service dog vest loaded with their food. “Guess we both lost track of the time. Now worries, we can just come back in the morning, and meet up with our friends then.”
“Are you kidding? This is a chance to examine the nightlife of this world!” She adjusts her hat with a smile, and nods, “Come on Spike, we only have a few hours of darkness to look around!”
Spike sighs as he watches her walk off down the street, and then trots after her. “She has got to lay off the Daring Do.”
Nearly an hour later they come to the city park, and Twilight is practically beside herself with happiness. She heads down the concrete trail with confidence, her camera at the ready in her hands. Spike has a bit more trepidation, and follows close at her side with his ears peeking about.
“Are you sure this is safe Twilight?”
“Well it wouldn't be an adventure without a little suspense,” Twilight replies with a grin.
Spike isn't sure what to say about that, but a few thoughts swim around in his head. Like the time Cadance had come to visit, and said that the princess life in the Crystal Empire had gotten dull enough she would welcome any adventure. Spike can't help feel like Twilight is craving the same kind of adrenaline high after seeing so many other ponies go on grand adventures from the map, and being neglected from a good many of them. Still, a world without magic seems harmless enough, at least for the most part.
On their walk Twilight's eyes are drawn to a few lights by the picnic area, and she tilts her head. She sees a man sitting there wearing a long black coat, and an oilskin hat like what she might expect to see on one of Applejack’s cousins. Under the jacket he has a black button-up shirt, and his skin pigment is a charcoal color. The lights she had seen are six small candles set up around the table, in the middle of which is a chess board set up, white pieces facing the empty seat across from him.
The chess board alone is enough to draw her in, so she walks off the trail over to him. Spike follows, feeling the whole situation is very suspicious to him. But the critters moving around in the brush are making it very hard for him to focus, his canine side easily distracted.
Twilight smiles to the man, “Hello there! I'm Twilight Sparkle, and may I say this is a wonderful chess set you have.”
The man looks up at her with an expression of mild surprise, and then returns the smile. Taking off his hat he sets it off to the side of the board, showing off his slicked back black hair. His eyes are a soft red, and yet Twilight doesn't see any warning signs about bad vibes from this guy. She's here to explore every bit of the human world so the odd eye color is more worthy of documenting than anything to her.
“Hello,” he replies in a calm, smooth tone. “You can call me James, and thanks for noticing. I take it you play?”
She nods, and takes a seat across from him, “Oh absolutely! When I was a Filly I played all the time with my parents, but my brother Shining Armor had a little trouble with it. Looking at this set though it certainly looks like it hasn't seen much use.”
James sighs softly through his nose, “Sad but true I'm afraid. Not many folks actually play these days. Honestly I wasn't expecting anyone to actually show up, so you startled me a bit.”
She gives him a sheepish look, “Sorry… But if you weren't expecting anyone… Why have this all set up?”
“For the scenery of it,” he replies with a mild shrug. “I used to be an art teacher until the school decided they were too good for me. But I can't help my creative mind sometimes. After all imagine the painting… The dark mysterious stranger at midnight, with a game as old as time set before him ready to accept your challenge… if you dare.”
Twilight smiles, “Well when you put it that way it does sound very picturesque… Mind if I…?” She hold up her camera with a questioning look.
“Not at all,” he replies, putting his hat back on. Twilight gets up, and takes a few steps back as he folds his hands on the table before him. She lines up the shot as he looks right into the camera, and takes the picture.
When it comes out the bottom of the camera she waves off the Polaroid with a smile, “That was wonderful, definitely going in the album.”
“Oh? A student of photography then?”
“Not exactly,” she says as she takes her seat again. “I'm actually a princess here on a safari excursion. There's a lot about the human world I don't understand so I'm here to learn, and document what I see.”
He blinks twice, “...Aaaahhh, I see, you're from the other world.”
Now it's her turn to blink in confusion. “Wait, you know about Equestria?”
He shrugs again, “Only what I read on the internet. Kids these days with their YouTube, their Twitter, and Facebook… We live in an age where all the information in the world is right at your fingertips through digital media.”
Twilight's eyes going with glee at that news, “Amazing… I've got to look more deeply into that. I've tampered with a computer when I first got to this world, but nothing too deep.” She perks up, “Oh, how would you like to help me with my research? Like my native guide, like in the one Daring Do book where she enlists the help of a local savage to find a hidden temple.”
“Sounds like Tarzan,” James muses. “And I would be glad to help, I haven't had much of anyone to associate with for quite some time… Oh! Here...” He reaches into a pocket, and pulls out what looks like a black ribbon choker necklace with little black flat studs around it, and a tiny clasp in the back. “A little craft I made in all my free time. It would suit you better than letting it get lost in my junk back home.”
“Why thank you,” she says with a smile, putting it on, and smiling to herself. “Do you make stuff like this often?”
“Sometimes,” he replies, holding his folded hands under his chin with a grin. “Say… I just had an idea. You see I'm very curious about your world just as much as you are about mine. We both want answers, but… How about a little wager?”
Twilight nods, “Okay, what's the wager?”
He gestures to the board, “One game. If you win then for the next month I will be your servant, Your Highness. I'll do whatever you want, and help you study this world in all it's little details. But should I win…”
“Then I become your servant,” Twilight concludes. After a mildly thoughtful look she nods, “Alright, you're on!”
Spike is surprised to hear that from her. Normally he doesn't think Twilight would be quite so open to an idea like that, but today has been an odd day for judgment calls on her part anyhow. Besides, he's not too worried about her losing. After all a smart cookie like her losing to some random stranger? What are the odds of that happening?
Twelve moves later Spike has his answer… Twilight has lost.
She looks surprised with herself, and looks the board over three times to make sure of it. Sure enough though, “...It's checkmate.”
James smiles gently, “How about that.”
Spike gulps, “Um… Twilight, are you sure you want to go through with this?”
Twilight nods, “Yes Spike, my word is my bond, especially as a princess. So James… I suppose for the next month I belong to you. What do you want to know?”
He gives her a thoughtful look, “Well, from what I gather in your world you aren't human, and earlier you called yourself a Filly…”
She nods, “Uh-huh, in my world we're ponies.”
He looks her over, “...All I see is an attractive young lady. How did you turn human?”
“A magic mirror portal out in front of Canterlot High,” she replies.
“I see… And you're completely human? No equine features whatsoever?”
“I don't think so,” she replies, looking herself over.
He thinks, “And how well learned are you about the human body?”
“Not very,” she admits with a shrug of her own.
He smiles, “Well then let’s have a learning lesson for the both of us then. I know the female body quite well, I've had plenty of nude models for my sketching, painting, and so forth. If you're comfortable removing your clothes I could-”
That is all he has time to say before she starts undressing. He stares, and looks around quickly before asking, “You're okay with right here, and now?”
Twilight nods as she sets her top on the seat she is on, and then stands to remove her skirt. “Yup, ponies don't usually wear clothes where I'm from. I get that with humans it's to help preserve body temperature, and cleanliness but still I actually feel a bit silly wearing clothes without some formal occasion.”
James sits quietly as Twilight strips completely nude right there in the middle of the park, but as she reaches for her necklace he raises a hand to stop her, “Wait, that's far enough… It actually suits you better this way.”
She smiles, and drops her hands, “Really? Thank you James.” She looks down at her perky B Cup breasts, and her shapely hips. “So… Anything unusual?”
He stands, and moves around the table, putting a hand on her shoulder to turn her softly so he can get an eyeful of every angle. “For the most part… Do you mind if my examination get a bit more, shall we say, intimate?” He lifts one of her legs to get an eyeful of her pussy as he lays her on her back across the seat of the picnic table.
Twilight doesn't fight it, and simply lies there watching him. A blush comes to her face when she feels him put his thumbs to her pussy lips, and spreads them. “Hm,” James muses, leaning in so his breath washes over her pussy with every word. “It doesn't look that different from a human pussy, the pink inside is a nice contrast from the purple of your skin.”
She smiles softly, “Th-that's good to hear-EEP!” She jerks a bit when he gives her folds a few long, slow licks, and looks down at him.
He smiles up at her, “A bit sweeter than usual though, clearly there are some differences. I need to investigate deeper...”
She nods almost without hesitation, and sits up, “Do what you need to, for science.”
Smirking he stands, and starts to open his pants, “Are you a virgin Twilight?”
She shakes her head no, “Not physically no, I've had a toy or two in me.”
He nods in understanding, and then helps her stand, bending her over the table, “Well then here is what is going to happen. I'm going to have sex with you, see if you feel as human as you look. Any objections?”
Spike can't believe he's about to witness this… And something about it feels off, way off. Twilight would never have let things get this far… or is her word that important to her? Not that it is a bad thing if it is, but he knows her well enough to guess she would have smart-talked her way out of this situation. So he's dumbfounded as she says, “It's alright, I'm curious too…”
Then James lines his cock up, and with a jerk of his hips sinks the first two inches of his cock into her slick snatch. She gives a soft squeal, and grips the picnic table. James takes her by the hips, and starts to hump into her with a happy grin, quickly burying himself to the hilt in her tight little pussy. Twilight starts to pant as her boobs swing under her, her mind getting hazy with lust, and she yelps sharply as he gives her behind a swat. Still she doesn't stop, she just takes him with an expression of one quickly getting drunk with pleasure.
James ruts into her harder, and harder, grinning as she tightens down around his shaft. She wiggles her hips happily, and moans erotically as he reaches under her to toy with her clit, making her pussy start to drip with arousal. He can feel her insides heating up, and then starts smacking their hips together as he takes her harder.
“Ah~! This feels better than any human girl,” he groans in her ear. “So much better!”
She blushes deeply, and closes her eyes. “I-I can feel myself getting close!”
“Me too Twilight, me too!” He leans in, and bites at her neck as he pulls her hair with his free hand. She squeals loudly, and he feels her insides convulse as she shudders, as if in the midst of her orgasm her pussy is trying to suck him in deeper. It positively milks his dick for semen, and he releases a massive payload of it, her pussy drinking up every drop it can into her womb.
Then he releases her, and steps back, exposing his glistening cock to the night air. “Do me a favor, use your mouth to clean me off.”
Twilight nods, and turns, going to her knees in the grass before taking his cock into her mouth. She moans softly around his dick as she bobs her head, trying to scoop off all their combined juices that she can with her lips, and her tongue. Once his cock is perfectly clean she sits back, and smiles up at him. He grins, and spots her camera, getting a naughty idea. Picking it up he checks the photo inventory, and is pleased to find he has plenty to work with. “Let’s get some evidence of this discovery my dear…”
He has her perform various poses for the camera after that. First he has her lie on the seat with her hands behind her head, and legs spread. After that picture capturing her human beauty he has her bend over the table again, and spread her pussy lips so he can get a shot of his cum dripping out of her. Then he has her lift one leg as high as she can, getting a shot while his cum dribbles out of her, and down her inner thigh.
Finally he has her go to her knees, and open her mouth. He takes a shot of her with his cock on her tongue, and one with her sucking the head while giving the camera bedroom eyes. Then for the finisher he has her suck him off again to a second orgasm so he can coat her face, tongue, and tits in his sticky semen, which makes a great mugshot while she has her tongue sticking out.
Smiling he reaches down, and rubs her head like she were a pet. “That's it, you're such a good servant… I can't wait to do more of this once we get back to your world.”
She blinks up at him, “You want to go to Equestria?”
He nods, “Of course, I want to see your world, and find out if you feel so good on my dick because you're a pony, or if that’s just you.”
She smiles again, “Well… Alright. I'm yours to do with as you want for a whole month after all. A human hasn't ever come to Equestria before, so this will be interesting.”
They gather up her clothes, but rather than having her get dressed again James takes it upon himself to carry them. He packs up his chess set too, and slips it all into Twilight's backpack. So clad only in her shoes, a backpack, and her Safari hat she starts to lead the way back to the portal, strutting along with her lady assets on full display.
Inwardly she wonders to herself, this whole experience is so surreal. She had meant all that stuff she said when she said it, but there's still the small underlying layer of doubt in her head. She hadn't lied, goodness no she had spoken her mind, and acted without inhibition. But for some reason it's too hard to think on why that might be… Plus she has to admit there's a part of her that doesn't want to. The sex had been amazing, not that she has the experience to be some grand expert on the matter, but the thought of having a male lusting after her under the same roof for a month is a bit too appealing to turn down. It's like something out of those special books she would sneak from the library during her studies under Celestia.
Spike is still skeptical of all this, something about it stinks, he just can't put his claw… paw on it. It's just so… odd…
As for James… He couldn't be happier. He watches Twilight's ass bounce softly with every step she takes, and steps up beside her to watch her breasts do the same. This little bitch is his for the next month, and he's going to savor every moment of it. Thank goodness for the ditzy pink girl who had all but announced the arrival of Princess Twilight Sparkle in the cafe among her fellow students, not once contemplating who else might be listening.
He is so glad he had taken the time to study some forms of magic native to Earth in his teacher days. The materials for that necklace are exceptionally rare, but will do the job if he stays clever. A subtle form of mind control, one that removes inhibitions, and makes the wearer open to suggestion made by the one who holds the master relic to it. And no one will suspect a thing…
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The return walk is quiet for them, no one catching sight of the cum-covered Twilight walking in the buff. She, and Spike step through the mirror portal without hesitation, though James takes it very slow.
On the other side Twilight, and Spike are back in their usual bodies. They're a bit surprised when James doesn't change at all when he comes through the mirror. Spike tilts his head, and asks, “How come he didn't change?”
Twilight licks a bit of cum off the corner of her mouth, and thinks, “...Well, it could be a question of magic. Equestria is a land full of it, it’s our lifesource almost. That's why you don't see plants in places like the Badlands where Chrysalis’ throne used to suck up all the magic. The human world though doesn't have magic, so the mirror probably turns ponies into humans so they're not pulling a constant flow of magic needed to survive. But humans don't need it, so when he came through the mirror didn't need to change him at all.”
“Smart cookie,” James says in approval, petting her mane softly before yawning. “Well… We ought to head to bed. We can pick up our little adventure in the morning. Twilight, wanna share a room?”
She looks him over, “I may have to grow my bed a bit, but sure.” The size difference between them now is like that of a human, and a large dog. Still, that suits him fine, and come the next morning he knows for a fact Twilight will agree.
Spike carries the food stuff to the kitchen to put it away as James leaves the room with Twilight so they can both get washed up. Definitely something about all this feels way off to Spike, but he needs to make sure he's not the only one who thinks so. So he goes to the study, grabs a quill, and starts to write.
Sorry for having this pop up unannounced, but we might have trouble. Twilight, and I went to the human world, and ever since Twilight has been acting kinda weird… Like really, really weird. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind dropping by to see for yourself, and just forewarning, there's a human in the castle with us now. I don't think he wants to hurt anyone though, but I just felt it was worth warning you about, the guy makes me a little bit uneasy.
I'm not telling the Princesses yet though, I don't want Twilight getting in trouble. I just figured I needed second opinions about all this before I try to do anything. So please come as soon as you're able.
Sincerely your friend, Spike”
Rolling up the five letters he runs them out to the mailbox, and slips them in. He wishes the other had a connection to his Dragon breath mail delivery, but none of them have been included in the spell. Royalty only it would seem.
And so with that out the way he turns, headed back into the castle to rest up for the next day.
James smiles to himself as he walks the halls with Twilight, headed for her room with its own private bath. He can still see trickles of his cum running down the backs of her legs leaving little droplets with every other hoofstep of her back legs. And in the back of his mind he muses that among all his wrongs in life he never expected that fucking a horse would be one of them till recently. Not that he minds in the slightest, as small as she is he gets she's still going to be a tight fit on his dick.
Looking over her shoulder Twilight asks, “So how are you feeling?”
“Oddly at home,” he replies sincerely. “There's something invigorating about this place…”
She looks around the castle, “Yeah I suppose there aren't many sights like this in the human world. You like crystals?”
“They have their distinct beauty, and charm,” he replies, running his fingertips over the wall. “So many possibilities for elements people may call mundane to shine into something all can love… There's a very distinct satisfaction there.”
Twilight perks up at that, and smiles in appreciation. “So very true. I tried talking about it with Rarity once, but I think I nearly bored her to tears as we toured the periodic table.”
He gives a crooked grin, “Myself as well perhaps. I was an art teacher, not a science teacher. But I suppose I dabble in a few different subjects.”
Twilight asks, “Oh? Like what?”
“Oh basically anything with some flare to it,” he replies. “Cinematography, drama, magic…”
Her ears stand on end, and she smiles wider, “You know how to use magic?”
“Not like you,” he ammends. “To humans Magic is showmanship, mind tricks, and so forth. Slight of hand, secret pouches, nothing too impressive like that mirror back there.” He looks over his shoulder with a sigh, and a look of longing.
Normally Twilight might think twice about this, but the stylish collar around her neck leaves her with no inhibition, no hesitation of any sort. So she says, “Well if you like I can teach you a few things about magic here, if you're interested I mean.”
He beams at her, and kneels to hug her, “Thank you very much, Twilight.” Then he puts a soft kiss on her lips. Oh the things he can get away with here…
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Spike is not happy.
That James guy came home with them last night out of the blue, and now he can't find her anywhere. She didn't show up for breakfast, lunch is coming up, yet not hide or hair of her is to be found anyplace. The same with her new “friend” as well which essentially cements the idea in his head that something bad has happened.
So he's very surprised to find James wandering the halls alone later, the human looking more than a bit lost. Then James smiles as he spots the tiny dragon. “Ah, Spike right? I'm sorry, I seem to have gotten turned around while looking for a bathroom. Is there a directory of something around here that I missed?”
“Well… No, but I keep telling Twilight we oughta have one,” Spike replies, mentally adding maybe a few dozen guards would be nice as well.
James nods, and looks around, “Yes, there ought to be guards as well. I mean she preaches the kindness of ponies, and their friendship however she is a Princess. It's just common sense.” He smiles down at the dragon, “Maybe she just counts on you to protect her that well?”
Spike feels a bit of pride swell in his chest, but quickly smothers it. Narrowing his eyes he points a claw at James, “Alright buddy, what are you up to exactly?”
James blinks, “Pardon?”
“Don't play stupid, you did something to Twilight,” Spike says with a slight growl in his voice. “Last night… Twilight would never have done that with a complete stranger! And then she brings you here? She's never brought a human to this world, ever! You messed with her head somehow. Was it a drug? Hypnotism?”
James is quiet for a few seconds, and then grins a bit wider. “Perceptive, I suppose that's why you're her number one assistant.”
“So you admit it?!” Spike bares his fangs, and flexes his claws, “Tell me what you did right now!!!”
James sighs softly through his nose, “Nothing drastic Spike, I promise she's in no danger. The collar I gave her is magical, a simple spell to remove mental inhibitions, that's all.”
Spike blinks, and relaxes a bit, “Magic? I thought humans didn't have magic.”
“True magic in the human world is rare,” he replies. “So much so it's considered myth. But with a certain amount of influence you would be surprised what you can get your hands on. Anyhow the collar only suppresses those little niggling thoughts that would stop you from acting out, sort of suppresses your common sense I suppose. Everything she did is her acting on how she really feels. She wouldn't have done any of it if she didn't want it on some level of her psyche.”
Spike frowns again, “That still sounds an awful lot like mind control.”
James shrugs, looking thoughtfully at the young dragon. “Well… There's nothing stopping her from taking it off. Why don't we go find her, and see how that plays out?”
Spike hesitates while furrowing his eyebrows, there's no way it's just that easy. “What happens if she does?”
“Well then she's capable of the hesitation again,” he replies. “She’ll stop acting on impulse. Then we can see how she feels about all this.”
Spike is starting to get a bad feeling about this, but with no better option he nods his agreement before the two of them set out to find Twilight.
Five minutes later they find her munching on a daisy sandwich in her study. Spike smiles when he notes that she isn't wearing the collar, and that it sits on a table nearby. He runs over, and hugs her around the neck, “Twilight!”
She jumps a little, her wings lifting in surprise before she smiles down at him. Putting a foreleg around him in her own hug she says, “Spike, hey, what's up?” Then she looks up, and spots James in the doorway. She blushes a bit, and gives a slightly awkward smile as her tail lifts just the slightest bit. “Ah… Hey James. I was wanting to talk to you a bit about your present… It's just a little tight so I don't think I'll wear it all the time. I do like wearing it though! It makes me feel good if that makes any sense.”
“Probably another enchantment,” Spike mutters, shooting James a dirty look.
Twilight frowns, “Huh? Enchantment?”
Spike nods, “Yeah! There's a spell on that thing! He said so!”
Twilight blinks, and looks back up to James, “Is this true…?”
James walks over, and picks up the collar. “Just an inhibition dampener, something to free you from second thoughts. Sadly trinkets like these are why I lost my teaching position.”
Twilight stands, and frowns at him with a hard stare. “...Yeah. I can see why.”
He blinks at her, and sighs as he bows his head softly. “So you're like the others too, quick to blame me for it all.”
Twilight stiffens, and points at him, “Well why wouldn't I?! You forced me to-!”
“Do nothing,” he cuts her off with a sudden hard edge to his tone that makes her take a step back. “This collar isn't any sort of compulsion charm! Everything you did wearing it was entirely your choice. Here, put it one and I'll prove it!”
Twilight looks uncertain, but Spike snaps, “No! If you want to use anyone as a test subject I'll do it, you've messed with her head enough!”
Twilight looks down at him, “Spike…”
“Fine,” James tosses it to him. “Then you'll see exactly what I mean.”
Spike frowns scornfully at him as he puts the collar on. Then his look of rage darkens, and no one is prepared for when he suddenly launches himself at James, knocking the wind out of him with a headbutt to the gut. As James goes down with Spike on him the little dragon curls his claws, and starts slashing into him. James shouts in panic, and raises his arms to defend himself, only to have Spike bury his fangs into James’ right forearm.
“Spike stop!” Twilight looks beside herself in worry, especially when she sees James start bleeding on the floor.
The little dragon jumps off with a glare, and says, “Next time you mess with my mommy I'm going for the throat!”
Twilight is shocked speechless, her jaw hanging open, and her wings flared. She's never seen Spike like this before, not even when facing Garble during the Gauntlet of Fire, or facing Timberwolves to save Applejack. Reaching out with her magic she quickly undoes the collar, and yanks it off her little assistant.
Reason quickly returns to Spike’s eyes, and he covers his mouth before spitting out blood. “Oh no! What… What did I just do?!”
James is cringing as he grips his arm to put pressure on the small wound, ignoring the shallow cuts on his chest. Teeth grit he says, “You did exactly what you wanted Spike, you just didn't have any desire to think twice about it. That's all that collar does, it stops you from holding yourself back.”
“I… I…” Spike looks between Twilight, and James, completely unsure if he should be sorry or not for what he did. “It… I… It was out of my control Twilight, you know I'd never… but I did…”
James sighs, “Don't bother being sorry, guess I had that one coming. Should have known better than to give it to someone who wanted me to pay for fooling around with his mother.”
Both Spike, and Twilight blush at that. Spike distracts himself by running for the nearest first aid kit which is in a supply closet out in the hall. Twilight takes a seat by James as she inspects the collar quietly. When Spike returns she sets about bandaging James as best she can, and then asks, “So… What happened? With your teaching career I mean.”
James gives a soft smile, and shrugs gently. “Magic has always been a fascination of mine. When I was a student I loved to research what I could on it. It gave me a great imagination which I put towards my art, which eventually lead to my teaching career. Then as a teacher I kept researching in my spare time until I discovered how to make it work.
“I didn't use collars, or chokers back then. I enchanted bracelets, and the like. I thought that it would help my students express themselves more in their work… Until one day I gave a bracelet to a young lady, and the first thing she did was kiss me. I'm lucky we were alone, but then it started happening more and more often.”
He pauses with a frown at the floor, “A Teacher's Aid by the name of Blueblood found out about it though. He took it, and started taking greater liberties with it until he was caught. By then he had convinced nearly every student I ever loaned it to that I had given it to him. The school was skeptical about any claims of magic, but the important part was myself having intimate relations with students… I was discredited, and fired after that.”
Twilight, and Spike share a look. They know plenty about the Blueblood of their world from Rarity’s retelling of their first trip to the Grand Galloping Gala, and so they don't see any reason to doubt his story. Then Twilight asks, “So why did you give this choker to me?”
He smiles a bit, “I was curious to see just what kind of girl would just walk up to a man in a setting like a B List horror novel.”
She blushes a bit, and scratches the back of her head with a hoof. “Well… You were just the first interesting thing I found last night… I… um…”
He continues, “Even more curiously is why you would want me to have sex with you out in the open like that. I think Spike just proved if you didn't then I wouldn't have been able to.”
She freezes stiff as a statue, and swallows hard. She looks around as she bites her lower lip until he raises the choker. She looks from it to him and back with a frown before he says, “If it will help get your thoughts out in the open. Doubts cloud the mind after all.”
Twilight stares at it, and then looks to the side, “I… No. I don't think I'm ready to say just yet.”
Spike looks between them, and then at the choker. “So… Wearing that thing takes away your hesitations. Does that mean you can't lie with it on either?”
James considers, “Well… I suppose even if you knew what it did then yes. It would just dampen any reservations you had about revealing the truth. Why?”
Spike twiddled his claws, “Well… Because if that's the case there's something I need to know, and I might need to borrow that to figure it out. I mean, I know it's not right, but I don't see how I'd get the full truth otherwise.” He glances up at Twilight who returns with a confused look. “...Rarity,” he explains hesitantly, and she gives a look of understanding.
James tilts his head softly, “Well then… I suppose I can't exactly say no, if it's important enough you would ask the favor of me of all people. Tell me about this Rarity, and let's come up with a plan.”
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An hour or two later Twilight is pacing the study while Names watches. She has her head bowed, and sighs softly. “I don't like this, I know Applejack would certainly scold all of us for being so underhoofed with Rarity.”
James says, “It's the only way he will know without a shadow of a doubt. I barely know him, and even I could tell it was eating away at him. Best case is great, worst case is he's crushed by his crush. It happens to the best of us.”
“I know,” she mutters.
James grins, “That mother comment really getting to you?”
She stops pacing, and looks over at him with an expression of mild helplessness. “I don't know James. I mean I hatched him, raised him, and yeah I've mothered him his whole life. He just… He's never said it before. I honestly don't know what to make of my emotions right now…”
James chuckles, “Well if it's any encouragement, for him to defend you as he did you must be an excellent mother.”
She smiles a teeny bit, and goes back to pacing, though a bit less anxiously. Then her ears perk up as she hears hoofsteps in the hall. She turns, facing the door just as it opens to allow in the ivory unicorn accompanied by Spike.
Rarity smiles as she spots James. “Ah so this is what a human looks like. Good morning sir, my name is Rarity!”
“James,” he replies as he extends a hand to her. She places her hoof in it, and they shake before she hops onto the fancy couch next to him.
Batting her eyelashes a bit Rarity says, “So Spike tells me you're quite the artist, a teacher for it even, and you wanted to make a sketch of yours truly?”
He nods, and produces the choker. “Indeed, you see there's a popular romance movie in my world called Titanic. In it there's a scene where a woman falls for an artist who had just been to France, where women had allowed him to sketch them without clothing. It's an iconic scene, and one I felt was worth recreating in this world since as far as I can tell none of you wear clothes anyways.”
Rarity sighs dramatically, “Oh unfortunately nopony can afford to look fabulous all the time. We all walk about as nature made us to preserve the clothing we have… And why me instead of Twilight might I ask?”
“Spike said you of all his friends would appreciate the sketch the most,” James replies. “Was he wrong?”
“Hardly,” she says with a nonchalant wave of her hoof. “I too am an artist, though my medium is fashion.”
He grins, and offers her the choker, “Here, in the scene she was wearing a priceless necklace. This one is very precious to me.”
Rarity takes it in her magic, and turns it over slowly in the air before her. “Hm, not badly crafted. Is that… black ivory?”
“Good eye,” he says with a nod. “It took me forever to make properly.”
Rarity just smiles, and slowly slips the choker on. “Hm… A bit snug Darling. Doesn't quite put the ‘choke’ in choker however. How long will this take do you think?”
“Not too long,” he says, and looks around. “Huh… Twilight did you see where I put my sketchbook?”
She shakes her head, and says, “I'll help you look for it. Spike will you help Rarity set up for the sketch?”
“Sure,” he replies with a bit of a nervous laugh, and a few seconds later he's alone with the mare of his dreams.
Rarity looks over the couch, “Hm… A few pillows would help for posing.”
“Rarity,” Spike taps the tips of his index fingers together as he looks down. “Can I ask you something please?”
“Of course Spikey-wikey,” she coos softly, and lies down with her forehooves crossed at the ankles. “You can always ask me anything.”
He looks to the side, away from her. “You… You know how I feel about you, right?”
She nods, “I've known for a while Darling, I thought that was apparent after that dreadful incident where you grew larger than most of Ponyville.”
“Heh, yeah that was a bad day for everyone,” he says with a chuckle to lighten the mood as he scratches the back of his head. “So… How do you feel about me?”
She sighs softly as she lays her head on her hooves. “Honestly if you were a pony we might already be an item, possibly engaged if you were daring enough to propose I suppose.”
Spike jerks upright, and turns to face her with wonder, “Really?”
“Of course,” she replies simply. “You're the sweetest male of any species I have ever known in my life. I've known ever since Twilight joined our group of friends that one day you would make someone a happy bride.”
Spike looks taken aback, and holds his arms out to his side, a look of sad confusion on his face. “All this time? Why didn't you say anything?”
“Darling, it just wouldn't have been proper,” she replies evenly. “It might be a bit snobbish of me, but you know how important image is to me. How in the world would my dream of being a world-reknowned fashionista take off if everypony knew I had feelings for a dragon? I'd be a laughingstock, everypony would boycott me, and my fillyhood dreams would be trampled before they even began.”
He droops a bit, “That makes sense… So… Me being me has nothing to do with how you feel?”
“If you mean young, or a dragon then no,” she replies. “I don't mind that you're a dragon Spikey-wikey, not in the slightest. You're nothing like the brutes everypony is familiar with. And your age? Twilight hatched you as a filly, yes? Hatching you was part of what gave her a Cutie Mark. Then she can't be that much older than you in Pony years at least, which puts us roughly in an acceptable age group.”
He smiles a bit, “I… I understand. Thank you Rarity, I… I needed to hear that.”
She leans over, and puts a soft kiss on his nose, and bats her eyelashes in a way that makes him feel like melting butter. “You're welcome Spike. I've had that on my chest a while, but I just couldn't find the nerve to pull you aside for this talk.”
He looks down, and then up at her, “Does this change anything between us?”
She thinks, “Well, not if we don't want it too. I’m open to a bit more affection in our relationship.”
He smiles brightly, “Th-then can I kiss you?!”
“Certainly,” she replies, leaning in with her head tilted so he can kiss her cheek. But he takes her face in his claws softly, and turns her head to kiss her right on the lips, much to her surprise. Now it's her turn to melt like butter as she leans into the kiss with a soft moan, her tail swishing softly behind her.
From the hallways Twilight, and James watch them through one of Twilight’s spells that effectively turns the wall into a one way mirror. From the inside of the room nothing would look out of place, but in the hall a window of magic allows them to watch.
Twilight blinks slowly, “Wow… I… I had no idea… Poor them.”
James rubs the back of her neck with a reassuring smile. “Don't worry Twilight, now they know. And they can even work out what to do with their futures after that collar comes off.” His hand goes down her back to between her shoulders, rubbing her softly between the wings. They subtly stiffen as Twilight can't take her eyes off the scene in her study. So James takes the chance to take his hand a little further back, and rub her rump dangerously close to her tail, which rises on instinct in response.
Twilight blushes, and turns her head to him before hissing under her breath, “What are you doing?!”
“Expressing some affections of my own,” he replies, and two of his fingers dip down to her quickly moistening cunny. Twilight's tail flags higher on contact, and she trembles slightly. She spreads all her legs to keep her upright, her mind tripping over itself to find a reason to refuse him. Such thoughts vanish though as he slips two fingers into her, wiggling them alternately.
She whimpers a bit, her wings raising high in arousal as she stares through her spell at the kissing couple, all the while being fingered by James who is still as good as a stranger to her. The thought only makes her insides quiver.
Then James takes his free hand, and opens the front of his pants to take out his dick. When he pulls his fingers out of Twilight she looks back at him, but then with his clean hand he grips her softly by the neck, lining his member up with her pussy. She gasps softly, and then closes her eyes as she fidgets, feeling him pushing his dick up inside her.
James smiles at how she is practically putty in his hands, and even tighter in this body around his cock than she had been as a human. So holding her neck with his left hand he uses his free hand to grip her hind right leg, lifting it high off the floor as he starts to thrust his hips into her.
Twilight pants in time with his thrusts. Softly at first, but then with growing intensity. Here she is, spying on her own assistant kissing the mare of his dreams while being fucked by a male not even of her own species. It's so wrong on so many levels so why does she enjoy it so much? There's little she can do to ponder that as she's taken in the hallway, her tongue starting to hang out as her eyes roll upwards. Especially when he reaches around her leg to torment her clit with his fingers, making her grow even tighter around his cock.
“J-J-James,” she whimpers softly, and her tail reaches around behind her to wrap around his waist as their hips slap together repeatedly. But he doesn't offer any reply, he simply smiles as he groans with pleasure, watching bliss slowly get gradually overtake her features.
For how long they're like that neither of them are sure. But when Twilight looks through the spell again she sees Rarity lying on her side with a happy smile as Spike rubs his hands over her. Starting from her shoulder, and slowly working his way back towards her plot. She looks back when she feels his hand rubbing at the base of her tail which gives her a sultry smile.
“My my Spike, you really want Twilight, and Names to return to find us so intimate?”
His hand pauses on her Cutie Mark, and a drop of sweat goes down the side of his head as he looks over at her face, “Oh… Right… I hadn't thought of that.”
She giggles, “Not that I don't enjoy the attention, but I've always had a little bit of a fantasy for when my lover, and I are alone. If you wouldn't mind indulging me?” She bats her eyelashes at him as her curly tail swishes softly.
He has a bit of a goofy grin as he squeezes her rump gently. “Anything for you Rarity…” Then he hugs her around the neck only to get another steamy make out with tongues. Spike could die happy as Rarity puts a hoof around his middle, and holds him close under her as their chests press together.
Out in the hall James has a hand over Twilight's muzzle to muffle her moans since he grew weary that her vocalizations would draw attention from inside the room. Not that he needed to have worried, the two inside are so wrapped up in one another that Balefire Bombs could be dropping outside, and they wouldn't have cared.
James grunts, and leans in to whisper in Twilight's ear, “I'm getting close Twilight… Can I finish inside?”
She looks back at him with wide eyes. A few thoughts quickly flash through her head. First is a worry about children till she remembers they're of different species, then the worry of cleanup. If he finishes outside there might be some evidence left over that might spill the beans on the two of them. So with a bit of a mortified expression she folds her ears flat against her head as she nods mutely. No sooner does she do so that his pace picks up, and her wings flare as he bends over her, pounding her mercilessly. Her eyes roll back as she moans into his hand until…
A flood of warmth fills her, and not just from his semen. The knot that had building in her gut finally snaps, and a flood of her own arousal is freed, dripping from their bodies’ union. She pants heavily through her nose as her tail drops, and her knees feel almost made of jelly. As he pulls out she is aware of him using her tail to clean off his length, then catch a few drops of what fell on the floor.
“Why don't you go clean up,” he says gently. “I'll handle things here.”
She nods mutely for a second time, and slowly starts walking off, dropping the spell she had put on the wall. James watches her go with a smile as he fixes his pants. He's dealt with enough women he now knows he has Twilight figured out, wrapped around his little finger with just one more soft push. But for another time, for now he has a pretense to maintain.
So after she rounds a corner in the hall he heads off to find his notepad, and drawing utensils.
