His Trial
Spike walked into the Everfree Forest in a huff, looking down at the gravel ground with his paws in his pockets. Twilight had finally did it. She got on his last nerve. She kept telling him over and over in just a few moments how Rarity will never notice him, never cherish him, and how she’ll never love him. Of all the ponies to say that to him, he never expected that from his big sister!
It hurt him so much, she didn’t even care how sensitive he was to hearing those words, how they damaged him to his core to the point of just giving up. And even if it was accurate, she went too far.
… She never said sorry or anything after he left, not even going to the door and trying to stop him, just so he could reject her persistence in apologizing.
Damn pony.
He kept walking in the late evening, the sun culminating under the well flourished trees. He wasn’t thinking straight. His mind wandered through many memories of Rarity, the one pony he crushed for over a decade. Thoughts of her pure white coat and purple glissoning mane breezed past him, giving him only a taste of what could have been before it went away just like that, no longer being the picture he imagined. Was he likeable? Was he approachable? He knew he was a dragon, but everypony looked like they didn’t mind… Or did they and didn’t show it?
The purple drake stopped walking and slowly took a deep needed breath. He had to clear his mind somehow. It wasn’t healthy to walk around and mope in depression. He usually wasn’t like this when it came to problems involving him and his personal life, but at the mention of Rarity was when he became so attached to the thought. So, he decided to lift his head up high to get a beautiful sight of Celestia’s sun before it disappeared into the trees and dim down the light for the village to call it a day.
Just to find out it already went down.
“Aww man, I missed it!” He sighed. “I blame Twilight.” Obviously disappointed and irritated, he turned around to head back to the library to hear that purple bitch again, this time probably for leaving the place while she was talking to him... He definitely made sure to make it a slow and long walk.
But Spike’s progress was negated; he heard a noise closeby in the woods. It sounded like… a cry.
At first thought, he didn’t know what to do in this type of situation. Does he go find out what it is and sate his curiosity? Or does he ignore it and walk away? This was the type of decision he didn’t want to be forced with… But he’d feel terrible if there was actual trouble and he didn’t help out. Hell, it would scar him for the rest of his days.
… whoa.
Despite his fears, Spike shuffled through the bushes that got in his way to find the source that was calling for his willing assistance. He hoped it wasn’t someone joking around to rob him. That would be just the worst. Then again, it would be risky on their part to come in such a dangerous place as the Everfree Forest. It housed many different creatures within its boundaries.
Not animals.
Creatures.
Most of them could be deadly if even in far sight. They acted the same as any other animal in docile preserve, but were more vicious in nature when in contact… Spike hoped that one of these creatures were not the cause of the current events. He’s already dealt with a few in his past adventures, he didn’t want to see them again.
FUCK!
He jumped after hearing a loud thud, like someone had hit a tree. The impact was forceful enough to make Spike wince as if he felt it himself. To not prolong the situation, he moved faster. It felt like instinct was calling upon him, to help another in need to fight strong for another day. He couldn’t just stand idly by; someone may have been in serious danger.
He heard a howl cry out in the woods that chilled him to the bone.
Timberwolves.
Spike remembered his last encounter with them as a child, Applejack having saved him from unwanted doom upon himself for a hot air balloon. They were vile creatures that were only compiled together by some sort of magic that’s unknown to ponies. But Spike only knew them to be very menacing nonetheless with their keen wooden claws and sharp teeth. They could’ve been as strong as oak, which would’ve ended him on that day…
The dragon peeked through some thick bushes to see it. It was a big one; almost his full size. It leaked sap from its clenched jaw whilst staring menacingly to a tree. In between its teeth were feathers, which forced Spike to freeze. He wasn't for sure, but it may have been from a Pegasus. It had to be for somepony to grunt the vulgarity from earlier that night.
He looked over to where the wolf was staring to see someone he hadn’t met in a while, to his surprise.
Gilda.
What was she doing out here in the woods? Did she know it was dangerous here if she didn’t know where to go? The drake was feeding his mind more questions to comprehend this, but couldn’t get over the fact that she’s there on the floor.
One of her wings were open ane lost a few quills that were on the floor beside her. It looked like she was clipped; she must've tried to get away before it got the jump on her somehow. The Griffin struggled to get on her feet, but got up regardless. She took a stance beside the tree, leaning her arm onto the bark for assistance as the beast’s presence grew nigh.
She looked like she seen better days. A few cuts on her body and a red battered patch on her cheeks made her stand out most to Spike, like she was in a fight for her life.
Which she was.
It was getting ready to strike and he was staring at the display, almost forgetting to do something about it. But what was he supposed to do? Gilda looked fatigued and might not fight it to her best ability. But, he couldn’t just run out there and take it head on; that thing was as big as him! He tried to find a better solution, but he didn’t know when it was going to attack. At that moment, it was all or nothing.
He sighed. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this!’
It felt like instinct when he came in close contact with the wolf, like it was in his nature to take it on like he did. And when he did, he used the rest of his momentum to throw it back to a closeby tree and away from her, hearing it whine in pain as broken twigs fell from its body, only to rejoin it in its regeneration. In his mind Gilda may be an asshole, but she’s an asshole who needed saving.
“... Spike?” He hesitantly turned to her for a brief moment, surprised.
“... Wait, you know my na-” Spike was cut off by a force so strong against his body, it knocked him off his feet and on the ground, the wind being knocked out of him from its sheer weight as he hit the floor. The beast had tackled him while he was off guard, trying its darndest to bite off his face if it could, the sap of its mouth haphazardly dropping everywhere on his shirt to show its willpower in succeeding its goal.
And Spike felt its determination in the worst possible way when it bit his arm violently with a firm grip. The pain shot through him like an error placed needle for a shot. It hurt and he had to make it stop by forcing his legs under it and kicking it off him with force. It landed on its back with another whine and Spike got up pretty easily, which surprised him. He knew it was forced adrenaline, but he didn’t think it would work in his favor that fast. He looked down to his arm for a quick second. The mark of the wolf had definitely showed, but his skin wasn’t punctured.
“Hey you okay, dude?” Spike looked over his shoulder to see Gilda running to his side.
He rubbed his arm and tried to brush out the bite. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Hearing a hefty growl, he quickly glanced over to the wolf again, watching it slowly move towards them with the intent to kill. But it stopped when seeing Gilda closeby. She put her talon on his shoulder and tugged on him, which he followed lead of her notion of walking backwards.
“How did you find me here?” She whispered.
“I was just walking down the trail nearby when I heard some loud noises. How’s your wing?”
“It’ll hold up…” The wolf moved its wooden paw forward again to test them of their bond, which Spike was worried about. It already attacked once with them both being off guard at one point. Now that they were, it was a possibility that it wouldn’t matter. They were both weakened through this ordeal. Which meant it could become bold.
It stared them down and moved its other paw forward, getting closer as they moved back more out of force. Then to Spike’s surprise, Gilda got from behind him and sticked to his side, spreading her other wing to show dominance if possible, to trick in saying this was her territory. It halted once more.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” She yelled at the timberwolf, her rage mixed with confidence. To Spike, it felt risky to do something like that to an already agitated creature, especially if it clipped her once out of sheer boldness. But she wasn’t deterred by what happened before, she’s ready this time for a fight. And since he’s here to help, he was ready too.
And luckily for them, they didn’t have to. It moved backward and slowly retreated into the woods, howling in the night before being out of sight. They waited before moving, to make sure it was literally gone. Once they could hear its steps fading, they sighed and got the fuck out of there!
Like, whoa. Got’dang.
They emerged from the bushes onto the gravel pathway, out of breath from running. They couldn’t believe they almost died to that walking piece of nature. It even tattered their clothing, which wasn’t going to look right on Spike when he gets home from all that. At least the bite mark didn’t stay long. Thank Celestia for his thick scales on that one.
Spike controlled his breathing and sighed.
“Holy shit, dude!” Gilda panted, chuckling. “We almost died back there! I mean, I thought we-”
She was slowly shut out of Spike’s mind as he turned away from her and looked up to the moon, the light emitting down on the forest to show them their way. Even though they survived, it didn’t block away what he truly felt. It was still hurting him on the inside. That little detail that sat on his heart that was slowly poisoning him had overtaken him that whole time he saved Gilda. Was it because he felt he didn’t have anything to live for? That wouldn’t make sense if he fought back, but maybe it was to impress, to make him feel that he still had worth in this world.
He flinched when Gilda laid her talon on his shoulder.
“Spike, you okay dude?”
“Huh? Y-yeah, I’m fine.” He turned back towards her. “Just thinking over some things, that’s all.”
“Wanna talk about it?” Spike was perplexed. Opening up to her about problems at home sounded nice, giving him the chance to let loose his pent up emotions to someone willing to waste their time on him. But, he wondered where this change of heart came from all of a sudden. Maybe it was from saving her?
“What’s got you so interested?”
Gilda leaned up against him. Not close enough to touch, but close enough to display her presence, which made Spike pull back a tad. She moved her talon up to his face and cupped his rough cheek, rubbing it with her thumb to remove a single… tear.
“You’re crying.”
Spike didn’t even notice it, but his face was littered with stains. He sighed and averted his eyes away from her, staring down to the gravel. He felt a little embarrassed by the fact and just didn’t know how to go by it then.
Gilda slid her talon off his cheek to his body, letting it glide along his tattered shirt until it fell to her side. “Look, if you don’t want to talk about it-”
“N-No, it’s fine.” Spike interrupted, reverting his eyes to meet her amber ones. “I’m just dealing with reality around me.”
“Like what?”
“Friends suck… My friends suck,” he admitted, wiping his face with both paws. He sighed and began walking back to Ponyville on the path. A small rush of wind picked up, rustling the leaves of the tall trees. Gilda followed closely by his side, wondering what his life story entailed, which Spike didn’t understand why she would. She was saved and she could leave at anytime if she wanted to. What’s taking her?
“I get what you mean…” He looked over to her, flabbergasted of such a statement.
“You?” She immediately punched him in the arm where he got bit, making Spike groan. He grabbed his arm, wondering why cruelty had to be enriched in this walking violent bitch.
“I wasn’t always an asshole, dweeb… At least not when I had real friends.”
She continued walking and Spike followed suit. He wondered what she meant by that. He didn't have to say anything for her to comply however.
“Back when I was just a fledgling, I always had friends when I used to live in Griffonstone, a place full of griffons like me. When my parents left for a job transfer to go to Cloudsdale, my whole life changed…” she looked over to him. “I mean, I’d never seen a pony before until I went there. It was awesome to see them… but it wasn’t the same for me.” She averted her eyes on the gravel track, her eyelids slightly heavy over her iris.
Spike didn’t know what to say towards a story like that, where he would be placed somewhere he wasn’t entirely welcomed to. It’s like being in a party where no one knew who he was. He would feel neglected, unwelcome, abandoned.
“Dash was always there helping me get around with all the other ponies. She always had my back through all these years… And when she went against me…” She stopped and clenched her talons into fists, shaking them mildly. Spike already knew what she was talking about when she mentioned it. He remember how she acted toward all the ponies in the bakery, especially Pinkie Pie, who was actually innocent at the time. And for Dash to stand up to her was immaculate and perfect. But it felt different hearing this from her perspective, like he could understand her outburst in some form.
“I was alone again...” She sighed, relaxing her body. “... I almost don’t give a shit anymore.”
They were close to a clearing where Ponyville was seen from afar. Gilda was still with Spike the whole way there. He didn’t mind by that point if they talked some more. After all, they’re just letting out their frustrations. Before they got any closer to the end, they decided to sit on a huge boulder just on the edge of the forest, looking to the moon shining down on the small town. Spike had taken his shirt off and put it beside him, having his green and purple scales take in the cool air.
“I just got told that I wasn’t going to ever have a shot at a pony I like in the most unnecessary way...”
“Damn, that's harsh. Who said that, the yellow one?”
“Nah, the purple one with the horn.”
“I don’t know who doesn’t want all of this.” Gilda put one of her talons against his chest, going down further to his belly where his body’s most vulnerable. He didn’t expect such a bold move like she did. It made him more warm than usual in the summer night. He looked over to her and saw something surprising.
She was looking fantastic.
Spike never took the time to look her over when he helped her escape from that timberwolf, aside from her scuffs and patches. Her bust was noticeable when she leaned a bit closer to him to feel his body, her gray tattered sports bra mostly covering them from his curious gaze. Her sweat made them look soft and delicious for a hardened griffin. And the rest of her body was curvy in the right places, especially her thighs in her slightly ripped black yoga shorts, her feathers protruding through its openways.
“Then again, they probably don't know what type of investment they made. Goes to show not everyone can enjoy the fruits of it. Right, Spike?”
He looked back up to Gilda’s visage to see her amber iris staring at him with… lust.
At this time was when Spike knew what was going on, but didn’t exactly know how to go about it. Here he was on a huge rock in the forest with this incredibly hot griffin, touching his body just to get a small taste of what he had to offer. In the look of her eyes, it said it all. She wanted something from him.
His heart pumped a tad faster, she could feel it.
“Uh, well y-yeah I guess...” His stutter could've been justified by how direct her advances became. Through that quick second, his mind went through an all around marathon, a gauntlet that foisted new feelings into his core.
“Think of this, Spike…” She removed her talon from his upper body and slowly turned her body toward him, lifting her leg over his waist and by his opposite side to straddle his thighs. Spike blushed. Her body was touching his in ways he didn’t think would be possible. “... we both have problems that simply can’t go away. Yours is fresh and mine is still in its prime. So, why not let it out together in the best way imaginable?”
Spike was a simple dragon with simple hopes of getting in some heated events, but this seemed a little more extreme than what he thought. Her thighs laid against his, her cold bust pressed against his bare chest, her eyes penetrated his with full intent. He put his paws on her firm thighs. He needed to be more comfortable for what she had to say.
She brushed her talon against his rough green spikes, fluffing her wings out before he asked, “What’re you planning?”
“Why don’t we make them mad?” They both knew what types of situations they were in at the time, both very stressful at the least in his mind. But nothing sounded better than getting back at Twilight for making him mad. It’s not that she attacked him for loving somepony that possibly didn’t have the same feelings, it was the fact that she was testing him and his abilities in achieving such. She always did since he was a young dragon, and he had gotten so sick of it. With Gilda there, it was about getting Rainbow Dash to know one of her closest friends weren’t on her side as she thought. Spike could roll with that. Fuck Dash, fuck Twilight, fuck all these ponies.
And when they kissed, Spike didn’t give a shit about Rarity. He only cared for the situation at hand, a duel of two species going at each other for dominance. It ignited a flame he never felt before in his heart. He loved this.
Gilda went for his pants, tugging on the one button that kept it together. It was tightly held against the dragon’s waist and he could feel her determination flow within her talon to release his body from it’s clutches. Spike was entrenched in her warmth, her body making him comfortable, more relaxed, more aroused.
He put his paws on her ass, the feeling of her elastic shorts getting in the way of what he wanted. When beak and muzzle broke apart was when she had fulfilled her task, grabbing onto his somewhat flaccid member through his boxers. She felt him get bigger and bigger, growing more desperate and hungry as he lowly moaned in her presence, feeding her what she desired most at that moment: his attention.
“Damn, you’re so hot.” Gilda said softly, pushing Spike down on the cool rock. He leaned up to see her take down the rest of his pants with his boxers simultaneously to his ankles, him kicking them off afterwards. There she witnessed his narrow member, almost standing tall and erect as his heart kept pumping blood into its lively veins that surrounded it.
When Gilda touched his appendage gently with her rough talon, Spike softly grunted. His hot member twiched within her grasp, showing its eagerness to fuck her silly, to get sticky with the icky.
She gently pumped his sensitive appendage, eager to see his reaction, which Spike was more than happy to comply with his quiet moans and vulgar vocabulary leaving his lips. The wind picked up slightly and the ruffled leaves of the tall trees slightly muffled his flowing song of pleasure, growing stronger after she licked his exposed skin.
Her tongue swirled around his narrow manhood, her saliva covering every inch it could reach to cool the purple drake from her oral administration. But it wasn’t working for him. That tongue knew exactly what it was doing the moment it touched him. The soft appendage worked for its master to achieve her goals in seeing him react.
And it worked fully when she encased him in her mouth.
The warmth of her crevice, her tongue slithering around him, it made the heat unbearable for him. His hefty moan was replaced with a small puff of fire that escaped his body, relieving his green flame into the air as she continued to go further downward. The fire danced in the air, slowly dissipating into smoke from the water within the night breeze. When Gilda felt the heat touch her from the ends of her fur, the points of her feathers, the base of her tongue, It fascinated her. Spike was heating up by the second from her gentle touch on and around his sensitive organ. She wanted more from him.
And from this desired thought was when her dominance was being contested.
“Sweet goddess, that feels so good. Fuck...” He moved one of his claws over her bangs and put it atop her head, gripping firmly onto her white feathers to keep a hold of her. She looked up to him as he pushed her head down on his penis, seeing his face full of pleasure, his breath calm and shaking. It made her wings slowly spread in stimulation.
Spike had never felt anything this good with anybody in his young adult life. He felt empowered with Gilda in between his legs, looking up to him as she deepthroat his cock. Even hearing her struggling for air made him feel like he was on the top of the game early. The thought of it almost made him want to look into Gilda’s eyes as she took his load to the back of her throat. But he couldn't do it, not now. He needed to prove his abilities, to prove Twilight wrong.
He pulled Gilda off his member, her saliva strings dissolving between her and his mass. She gasped and coughed mildly before looking up to his relaxed face with a scowl.
“Dude, what the fuck was that!?”
Spike chuckled nervously with a cheeky smile. “My, bad. Guess I overdid it a bit.” He suddenly felt Gilda’s talon around his neck and squeezing hard to keep him from breathing, like a vise grip holding firmly to wood.
“A bit?” She applied more pressure out of anger. “I could’ve died from that, dweeb!” Spike couldn’t react to this type of news when she slammed and pinned his upper body on the rock’s surface, straddling him once again. She leaned in close and personal to the purple drake and stared at his eyes that were filled with docile regret, not showing fault or restraint.
“Did you honestly think that someone like me is into getting their throat fucked like that?” Somehow this was supposed to be a way of making Spike feel shock from his actions, make him feel contrite about what he just did to her. Sure it was more than what was intended, but in this state Spike didn’t care. His desire drowned out most emotions beside his two most appreciated: his anger and love.
Spike looked her back in the eyes and said a simple “Yes.”
“Damn right I do.” She pulled back and sat up, the moonlight forming her shadowed outline as she looked down at him. She grabbed onto the waistband of her shorts and slid them down slowly, edging to where the lack of underwear was evident. “That got me wet and going for this moment.”
After Spike sat up, he looked her over… she wasn’t kidding. He could see her juices just freely flowing out of her wet pussy, some of it even falling onto his member to lubricate him once again. The scent of her pheromones peaked his nose into a state of drunkenness. He started to lose control of himself.
As she almost got her shorts off at the tip of her feet, he gently digged his middle and ring fingers into her warm pot, making her gasp. This action caused her wings to completely spread. Spike could see them twitch in stimulation from his exploitation, Something that forces her point in saying she wanted him. She leaned onto his chest and put her talons on his shoulders as she grinds his fingers, quietly moaning into his ear.
“Spike…” He grunted as she grabbed his mass again between her thighs, slowly rubbing him. “I need you… to stop teasing me…” She started panting. “I want to feel that hot dick inside me.”
Spike pulled his fingers out and grabbed onto her hips shifting her body over to where he was on top of her, keeping one of her legs down and spread while the other leaned over his shoulder. He grabbed his penis and aimed for her overflowing pot before slowly entering her, her tail wrapping around his thigh to keep him close.
The heat he experienced was awesome. Her lips were so soft and loose, it made him breath fire once again to be rid of his overbearing temperature. He had to keep going. He was determined to prove Twilight wrong.
Fuck yeah! Give it to me good, dragon!
But his mind was on different matters. His goal didn’t seem right when he thought about it then. It was something about Gilda that made this seem like more than just some justified sex. There was a higher purpose into having this type of bond.
After a while, they switched positions. While Spike had his hands all over her fruitful ass, Gilda put her talons on his chest and moved her hips for his dick to follow, grinding and squeezing him of all his worth into her, wrapping his legs with hers to make sure he didn’t break her flow. Her moans drove him to move in sync with her repetitions, firmly grabbing her butt to make his thrusts more significant, which her flutter her wings once more as if she was trying to fly, and he loved it. He wanted more from her, but his loins said otherwise. He wasn’t going to last long.
He moved his arms around her body and kept her steady. His pants were husky as he pumped desperately into her. His natural instinct as a dragon pushed him forward to making the decision early on with what he wanted to do with her, but it sounded so much better when she said it to him.
Cum inside me...
And that’s what he did.
“Where is that dragon!?” Twilight huffed as she walked around the library, circling the small room in annoyance, the frustration getting to her. She knew Spike was angry about what she said and expected this type of thing to happen to the teen. But for this long? At first she felt apologetic about it for making him walk out in the first place, but even at that point was where she was more worried about him.
After about a few minutes of bantering to herself about the situation, she thought about looking for him. Even though he's grown enough to make his own decisions, he's still her little baby brother.
‘I've got to find him.’ once she made it to the door, she heard a faint but pure sound behind her similar to that of a firecracker, followed by a weak blue light emitting the room. She looked behind herself to witness a blue standalone fire, it's uniqueness shown by not burning the floor.
Twilight walked up to it and looked at the fire burn, speaking the following words in a broken language.
Lest flue norza
Instantly, the fire poofed into a scroll.
She got a message.
Only a few ponies and persons know about this type of spell, being specially encrypted by their own passcodes. She asked herself why at this important time? What did the personal note from another entailed that was more imperative than what she had then.
Once she picked up the scroll and and unraveled it, she became wide-eyed and red faced.
Within the scroll was a picture of Spike sitting on a bed with Gilda on top of him, her wings spread in front of his face as he digged one of his paws into her shorts. She had her talons above her head and around his neck as he looked at her obviously enjoying herself. On the bottom of it was a small message.
You’re right, Twilight. I couldn’t get Rarity no matter how I tried. But after tonight, I learned a nice valuable lesson.
There’s always other fish in the sea.
Fuck you and see you in a couple of days
Spike
Twilight didn’t know what to do about a message such as that. What was she supposed to do about that? She can’t say anything about it to him and how bold it was, nor could she speak her mind about how she felt about it.
She clenched the scroll and got heated. She was almost about spark a spell out of sheer anger but she stopped… and started tearing.
She weakly grinned. “For a little wuss all the time, I didn’t think he had it in him...” She immediately frowned.
‘I just wish he stepped up to me.’
And that was when Spike, unbeknownst to him, was deemed a Lady killer.