The name which is written in this notebook shall be filled with Lust
Spike Draco is just your average nerd dealing with high school. his life isn't the best dealing with Bullies a Stepsister who's smarter then him, He's frustrated and dealing with the madness of reality, though everything changes one day. After being tied up, Spike finds himself seeing something falling from the sky. When he goes out and checks it out he discovers The Lust note, What is the Lust Note, Spike is soon about to find out, exactly what it is and the dangers of what it might hold. A Death Note Parody.
Contains Lustful and sexy scenarios abnormal moments and voyeurism and lewd behavior Large breasts and Sexual actions.
Chapter 1 Spike Draco couldn't believe what was going on. The short blonde-haired girl pulled him down the hall. It was no ordinary girl. It was Diamond Tiara Rich. The hot cheerleader captain. She looked back at him with that white million-dollar smile he helped out in History class. Before the big game night, she wore her cheerleading outfit as most would.
Spike was walking out of the class when she grabbed his hand and told him to follow her. It was close to the end of the day anyway. While he was pulled away. He didn't bother asking questions. He was more shocked than anything as he pushed his black broad-rimmed glasses up against his face. It was such a sight as he heard Diamond Tiara call out.
"Come on, Spike, it should be over here." Diamond Tiara giggled that angelic laugh as she looked so cheerful, the way her golden locks bounced as they hit her exposed cleavage. In that way, it almost looked sensual. Spike gave a gulp as he realized he was staring and tried to push away those dirty thoughts as he asked.
"What do you mean, where are we going?" he asked simply though most of the blood went down to his other brain.
"Oh, you'll see." She said with that broad smile as Diamond Tiara soon dragged him into one of the classrooms; it was one of those empty classrooms filled with desks but was so far out of the way. No one would go out of their way to walk into the room, at least for an hour or two. Spike was pushed into the room as the door closed behind them. Spike imagined hearing a light click as he looked back, seeing Diamond Tiara, who simply ran to him, hugging him tightly. Spike's cheeks turned to beat red. It was the first time he was ever really alone with a girl, at least a girl as pretty as Diamond Tiara Rich. Who smirked, moving in. Her tight uniform showed off her small perky breasts. The way they clung to her. He could almost see her hardened nipples. As he let out a gulp.
"You wanted to see me," Spike said, almost stuttering as he found his heart racing faster.
"Well, I wanted to thank you for helping me out with History class. If my dad found out I was failing History again, he would've kicked me out since I'm eighteen." She said, sounding more bubbled as she got in closer. Her hand grabbed his shoulder. Spike felt his heart skipping a beat as he looked at her. He's tall, lanky body made him a foot taller than the cheerleader, though the way she looked up at him. He somehow felt smaller.
Spike also couldn't help but find himself looking down on her cleavage. The way her hair covered it. While taking slow breaths, it was almost stunning and lustful as he shook his head.
"Hey, it's no problem. It's just me trying to be a good guy and helping out, that's all." His voice turned into a stutter as he tried not to pop a stiffy.
"Oh, but I insist, especially since it's been a long year." The way she spoke softened as she moved her finger up against his cheek, pushed his head up, leaned in, and kissed his neck.
"Plus, I heard today was your birthday. That's pretty cool, so I thought I'd give you a surprise, a very special birthday, Suprise." She giggled while walking away, her hips swaying back and forth as she leaned against the teacher's desk as watched him. Spike's eyes felt like they were steaming up while watching the blonde.
"I mean, yeah, it's my birthday, but what kind of surprise."
"Oh, I know a few things we could try." She bounced onto the table. The smoothness of it as she landed. Spike couldn't help but notice how her panties bounced up, showing she wasn't wearing underwear. He could hardly believe this was happening. Reaching over, Spike pinched his hand, feeling a sharp pain. He had to make sure this wasn't some wet dream.
"I mean, we shouldn't do that; I mean we could go somewhere else." his mind racing as he watched her rubbing the desk overlooking him with such sensual desire and want.
"But come on, where's the fun in that? Imagine the risk of getting caught? The rush of never knowing that someone might walk in on us as we do it at any second. The pleasure just intensifies while it happens to the very bring." Diamond Tiara's voice sounded more haunting as she spoke in that seductive tone. It just seemed to invite. Spike wasn't sure if it was her seductiveness or his dick doing all the talking, but its idea was far more tempting. He shook his head and decided to take the risk.
"You know what, sure, why not? Besides, it's not like we could get caught; we're on the other side of the school." He felt like he was living the ultimate fantasy. Nothing could take this away as Diamond Tiara smirked even wider.
"Well, come on then, birthday boy, come and get your birthday surprise." Diamond Tiara seemed almost giddy as she held onto that smile like she knew something Spike didn't know. He moved in closer, his hands reaching over, grabbing his belt buckle and undoing it as fast as possible. Pulling it away. Before dropping it down. His pants were the next to fall, revealing himself to wear a heart pattern boxer. Spike found himself almost salivating at the prospect of what was about to happen. Going in closer, he suddenly heard the door slam behind him. His body freezing as such a display. His heart-stopping. It only got worst when he listened to his voice.
"What the Heck are you doing with my girl!" the gruff formidable voice spoke loudly as Spike turned his head around and saw him.
It was none other than Button Mash. The school's quarterback and football captain. Compared to Spike, this guy was built like a truck on steroids. Messy hair that if it got any longer in the back, he might as well have made it into a mullet, and older than the two of them being held back a year. As he smacked into it, his hands in a fist, you could hear the clapping sound. Spike looked back at Diamond Tiara for a second and back at him.
"Woah, um, it's not what it looks like, man." He tried waving his hands though looking down, he realized his plants were off as he gave a light chuckle.
"Oh baby, it's exactly what it looks like," Diamond Tiara said with that vixen smirk as she looked over at the jock. Spike shuddered in fear as he imagined what was going to happen next.
"No one messes with my girl, especially some four-eyed nerd who thinks he can fuck my girl while I'm still here," Button Mash said as he spat on the ground and walked over as he grabbed his shoulder. That sadistic smirk on his face as he cracked his neck.
"So are we going to be taking the easy way or the hard way there? Just tell me what you were doing.” Button Mash moved in closer clearly showing he meant business. As Spike gulped and figured it would be better for him to tell the truth.
“Listen, Diamond Tiara pulled me into the room, and said she was going to give me a birthday gift, that's all. It must have been a misunderstanding.”
“Oh no Button Mashy baby, it was none, I remember how you were looking at that girl at Cory’s party and wanted to make you jealous, so I thought I’d get this nerd who’s been helping me to get you,” Diamond Tiara smirked her voice leaving that seductive vixen and turning more calculated as she giggled almost joyfully as she wrapped her arms around Spike's neck.
“So what are you going to do to him baby?” Diamond Tiara giggled while looking off at her Boyfriend. Who just gave a sadistic smirk.
“I think I’ve got an idea.” Button Mash stood over Spike looking at him with an intimidating smirk as he clearly had an idea, and Spike being the lanky guy never stood a chance trying to defend himself.
- - - Diamond Tiara Rich and Button Mash, laughed while they walked off arms around each other as they closed the door looking at each other with loving embrace as they smiled.
“Damn babe, your like so hot,” he said with a chuckle.
“So are you, well come on let's get back to your place before my Dad ask what i’m doing? I don’t want him being a total tool,” she smirked while giving her boyfriend a long passionate kiss, Button Mash reaching down grabbing her ass as they headed off ready for their own personal fun. - - - Spike was laying on the ground without pants tied up like a hog at the fall festival as he was face down groaning. “Well this is just great Spike you really fucked up, How the heck are we going to get out of this?” he mumbled to himself, as he let out a long sigh.
“Though maybe we deserve it. We’re such an idiot. What the hell were we even thinking a girl like her would never be attracted to me. Fuck. Why the hell would I even imagine that. I’m nothing.” Spike groaned while trying to break free slipping around he imagined he looked like a warm trying to crawl away. Hell, he felt like a worm crawling.
He laid there for what seemed like a half-hour trying to get out heck he barely managed to get on his feet. Though the moment he did so the door opened and standing there in the doorway was Miss. Harshwhinny. The new History teacher. She was a fine twenty-six-year-old woman who wore a white button-shirt and jeans as she moved in close, her dark Raven hair as she sighed.
“Ok, What happened Now?” Miss Harshwhinny, asked while she headed over and helped him undo the ropes holding him down.
“It’s nothing I swear. Just some joshing that's all.” He said though imagined himself looking more like an idiot saying that.
“Spike listen, I won’t report this but maybe you should tell me who did this, I can keep an eye out for them and get them reported. What they did, its unprofessional and disrespectful it might also be sexual assult.”
“I’m fine, besides if they found out i snitched who knows what they would do to me.”
“Fine but just get going. I’ll clean this up.” Miss. Harshwhinny said while just looking back at the young man who walked out wearing no plants in his hearted boxers.
"You can come to me if anything happens ok," she said her voice calming as it was cared she worried about the young man. Spike would turn around looking towards her for half a second and nod.
“Sure, thanks.” He said with a light sigh. Though when he looked back he thought he saw something. Something falling. Like a notebook. It made him wonder.
“What the heck is that.” Before leaving the room. He raised an eyebrow wondering. as He would head off and check it out. - - - Spike stood out in the middle of the school yard looking up at the window imagining that was the window when he saw it. On the ground laying, there was a single white notebook. From how far it fell it remained in good condition. His eyes pondered heck the notebook didn't even look dirty while resting on a pile. He reached down to grab it, as he couldn't help but imagine it feeling warm to his grasp. That was when he saw the title, a title that read simply. The Lust Note.
“Lust Note? What the heck is that?” Spike muttered while looking at the thing, His fingers feeling over the soft leather-bound notebook. It made him wonder more as he looked around. They lost in thought till the cool breeze hit him. Spike was reminded that he was standing in the middle of the schoolyard wearing little to nothing as he shook his head.
“Ok, Let’s get the hell out of here.” He cursed while beginning to run off, leaving the location. His eyes are darting around, making sure he hoped no one saw him running in his underwear. The last thing he needed was someone calling the cops to cause he was exposing himself. Like he had a choice at all to do something like this.
Running through the small town, he watched as the cars drove by. The city was pretty average that most people knew the place’s name; sure, it wasn’t a big city. But it was somewhere you could leave your doors unlocked and not worry about anyone breaking into it. A place for simple folks. At least that’s what his family told Spike. If you asked him if he had a choice, he’d probably do everything to get out of here.
“The place is so boring, seriously. One of this day, I’ll get out of here. I’ll get out of this place as Twilight did.” He sighed, sure he wasn’t as much of a fan of his step-sister. At least she was able to get out of here, unlike him. He wondered just how much he could take being in this place. He reminded himself that he could head off to college, and his life would be different. He’d be free from boredom and see the world. Now that would be interesting. He chuckled more.
Spike soon saw another car pass as he bounced into the bushes. Little did he realize that they were rose bushes. As he screamed in pain as he bounced out. His heart quality in annoyance as he shook his head.
“I swear he has to deal with stupid things like this!” Spike growled while running off. Imagining he was nearly home. If anything, that would’ve been a relief. He’d grab some pants and get on with his homework. Get that done, and well who knows. His eyes darted down at the Notebook, wondering just what that could be?
It’s nothing; why did we even grab the stupid thing. We could dump it in the trash somewhere, and no one would care. Spike imagined throwing it away, getting rid of the item, and being on his way. Yet something about it stopped him. His curiosity ran over him as he wondered who was in their right mind. The way he found it seeing it falling from the sky. It just made him wonder more about what it could be. Though a long sigh as he saw his house and headed inside.
“Whoever did it was doing an awful job trying to mess with someone if they just tossed it off the roof. They won’t even see me try it.” He walked inside, the door already unlocked, when he heard a loud voice.
“Spike, where have you been?” His father said, standing at the door, his gruff graying beard with his enormous size making him look like a lumberjack. The annoyance on his face changed when he saw that Spike didn’t have any pants.
“What happened to your pants, Spike?” He asked with more concern as he looked down at the heart boxers.
“Nothing, just a bad day, that’s all. Let me get to your room.”
“Not until you tell me where your pants are. You don’t just lose pants like that; where did you leave them.”
“It’s nothing Ok, now leave me be,” Spike said, annoyed by his father though the older man refused to budge as he spoke. “Come on; this is important ok; wait, what is that, Button Mash again? Did he steal your pants cause I’ll go and beat his sorry ass if you want me to?”
“No, dad, and come on, I’m eighteen. I don’t need you are fighting my battles; I can handle it myself, so just let me go to my room.” He tried pushing past him though the lumberjack didn’t budge.
“Listen, I know your eighteen, but you keep getting into these situations, and it’s getting crazy. You’ve got to stand up for yourself. I don’t want to find out you shoot up a school or something.” Spike groaned in annoyance while just shaking his head
“Do you not trust me enough? I’m not going to shoot up a school; I’m not some idiot.”
“I know, but I worry about you.” His father sighed as he patted his arm.
“You don’t need to. Just let me go to my room, ok.” Spike grunted while managing to slip around the older man. He looked back at him for the longest time before shaking his head and shying.
“Do your homework, Dinners, tonight. Oh, by the way, Twilight’s home. Say Hi to her.”
“Thanks, well will do,” Spike mumbled, not sure if he wanted to see her at this moment. However, he turned back, looking toward him. He knew the older man cared about him. It was just the timing, and maybe he’d talk later if there was time. Walking up the stairs, he listened to how the steps creaked like the howling moans of those who were damned. The house was rather old, a four-bedroom home with two bathrooms separated by thick walls. Yet it was still had that feeling that someone might have been listening in on your most private conversations.
Spike made it up the stairs and walked down the hall to his slightly smaller room. I swear, why is it I’m stuck in the smallest room? Twilight isn’t even here that often. We could just change rooms, not like she needs all the room for her books or anything.
He passed by Twilight’s room, where he heard the music playing, soft Mozart, though which song you couldn’t ask him. He wasn’t much for classical music as he continued walking off. Spike walked inside the room, slamming the door right behind him. He tossed his things over to the desk while grabbing the remote and turning it on. The evening news was playing, as everything was going on live. He began putting on a pair of sweatpants. He bounced at his desk as he started pulling his homework wanting to get it over and done with. His eyes were on his History work, Reading up on the Industrial Revolution, writing up a paper about it. A page and a half, due on Miss. Harshwhinny’s Desk tomorrow evening.
Spike was pulling his papers and pen when he grabbed the notebook. It was still warm to the touch as he looked at it. He figured he’d use a few pages as he gets started. Pulling it up, he opened the book with a pen. That was when he saw it.
The back of the covers was written in black letters, almost gothic.
How to use the Lust note The name which is written in this note shall be filled with Lust The effect can last for only 24 hours upon their name being written on the note The people written in the note must be over the age of 18. No one under that may be affected.
“What the?” Spike said, looking at the notebook. His curiosity ran wild as he thought about what this could have even meant.
“The name written in this note shall be filled with lust? What does that even mean.” He sighed, shaking his head.
“I mean, it kind of makes sense, being called the Lust note. But it’s stupid. It’s not like it’ll work.” Spike muttered while looking around. He wasn’t even sure. His finger gripping the pin as he imagined it was a joke, he wrote a name and tried to seduce him, and nothing happened. Spike would look like a complete idiot. Spike tapped his fingers against the paper while looking at those first three rules. Sure, there were more, but the ones that caught his attention were the first ones.
“What does this even mean?” Spike Rubbed his temple. That was when the weather girl came on Trixie Lulamoon. She was given the daily weather report. He talked about how it would be a sunny weekend with a chance of snow and then some. He didn’t pay much attention. Till a thought came over him.
“Let’s see what this notebook can do.” He giggled a little as he reached over and quickly wrote down,
Without warning and overwhelmed with lustful desire, Trixie Lulamoon began pulling her top off, exposing herself on live television and claiming that she wanted to show them off to her lover. Not caring who it was as she would reach down playing with herself.
Then Spike sat there, turning the volume up while watching the Weather woman. - - - Trixie Lulamoon was going through her regular job the utter boredom as she stood before the green screen. Her feet hurt wearing those damn heels as she looked at the camera, yet she kept that smile up.
“Now today, everyone gets ready for a fun weekend cause it’s going to be hot, so you better get that sunscreen; otherwise, you’re gonna get burnt.” She called out while bending over, pointing around the south of Ohio.
“Though for the meantime, get ready for some chills cause we will be experiencing some rain and cold air blowing through.” I know who’s going to get some cold air tonight fuck, I want to get out of this place and go home. Get Sunburst to come over and just eat me out. Trixie thought as she looked towards the cameraman, finding him looking a little cuter; she imagined the younger man would be able to do some tricks, yet at the same time, she also imagined he might not last long. She needed an honest man; Trixie wanted to tease her man with a sultry want.
“Though remember everyone keep your umbrella cause it could drizzle, and for my handsome Sunburst, well, I’ve got something extraordinary for you.” Her body felt like fire as she barely notices her hand reaching for the buttons on her shirt. The way they came off one by one. It felt good—such a feeling as she began undoing them, exposing her bra.
“Cause Sunburst to get ready for tonight cause the on cuming storm is coming if you know what I mean.” That was when without warning, she pulled her shirt off, revealing the leopard Bra. Her jiggling breasts bounced insight as she licked her lips with seduction. Her breaths made her chest look more significant than hers as she heaved with much desire.
Trixie Lulamoon reached down, grabbed her bra, and pulled it apart, the hooks coming off as she began showing off her dark nipples. She was just showing them off for the rest of the world to see, not just her lover. Then after that, everything just went dark. Like nothing mattered, and Trixie found herself snapping back to reality.
“What the heck just happened?” As she fell back on her rear, all the men stared at her ogling her with their shocked surprise.
- - - Spike dropped his pen as he looked towards the T.V and saw Trixie Lulamoon begin tearing her shirt off. The way she spoke about the coming storm. It didn’t take a genius to know what she meant and soon expose her bra the way she did before the broadcast was cut short. He had a feeling he knew exactly what she did.
“No, that can’t be….” Spike wasn’t sure what he could believe in his mouth going dry as he looked over at the Lust Note. The words he wrote and how he described it had happened. He shook his head, feeling horrible. Like he did something wrong. Such a thought grabbed the notebook looking over it quickly.
“Yeah, that had to be some kind of coincidence. Yeah, nothing about that is because of this notebook.”
Spike was imagining a few things as he looked over the Notebook, this Lust Note, and wondered what he could do with it? What was the limits, as he tried to imagine. Spike was still not sure if this thing was real or just his imagination. He was going to need to test it… but the question was, what was he going to do?
This was a question he was going to need to answer and quickly. But who would he try it on to make sure that it actually worked?
Spike looked at the Lust Note, deciding who would be used as a test subject. He needed someone close. But who? He imagined writing his stepmother’s name but shuddered at the idea, not wanting the idea of doing that. Then he thought about his neighbor making one of the neighborhood girls walk out butt-ass naked.
“No, that won’t do; it wouldn’t be right.” He shook his head, finding that testing the note would cause it. He prayed that there was a chance he was wrong. That was when he heard the sounds of music playing, a long slow cello playing, as he imagined the music of Eric Zann. The way it moved slowly, he shuddered at the thought, his finger reaching over towards the notebook. The pen was in his hand as he was about to write something. His heart was pounding slowly as he was getting the end of the pen closer to the notebook when a voice called out without warning.
“Spike! Mom’s calling. It’s time for dinner!” Twilight’s voice was loud as she pounded against the door. It nearly made him bounce out of his chair as he shook his head.
“I’m coming!” Spike gulped while slamming the notebook shut and shoving it into his desk. Figuring he’ll test it out later. He turned around while looking into his room, as he saw it was getting a bit darker. When did the time go, as he shuddered, imagining what might happen?
“Forget about it. It’s nothing at all.” As he heard the door open. Standing there in the hallway was Twilight, the way she looked at him wearing a top that exposed a bit of cleavage with the words Nerd Written on it with an atom somewhere over the right breast. She wore jeans that were form-fitting though showed off her ass more than she expected.
“Yeah, I’ll head down in a minute,” Spike called out while looking around the room. He quickly shoved the Lust Note into his desk. He did not want her to catch them as he looked around and stood up.
“Well, hurry up cause whatever Mom’s cooking.” Twilight moaned with such a desire as she looked over, almost suspicious as she watched him.
“Well, I’ll meet you down there, Twilight,” Spike responded as he headed right towards the door. He was watching how she leaned against the door. The way her legs bent almost seemed sensual; Spike shook his head for a quick minute as he looked back. Yet, for half a second, he thought he saw something. The young man imagined that it was simply his imagination.
Dinner turned out quite okay, sitting around the table eating. However, Spike couldn’t help thinking about what happened earlier with how The weather woman exposed herself and wondered if it was the notebook that caused it.
“So, honey, how was your day?” Velvet, his Stepmom, asked as she looked over; she was a slightly plump woman with a great smile and a big heart as she handed over some of the Roast Beef. The smell was to kill for as Spike took some passing it over.
“Oh, it was great, alright, just your normal day.” He eyed his old man for a good second, who looked ready, to tell the truth, but remained silent. He smiled more clearly, thankful that he didn’t reveal he had come home without pants.
“Well, that’s great; it’s almost graduation, so any new plans for what you will graduate when you get out of High school?” Velvet asked while Spike mentally cursed as he hated that. He didn’t have much of a plan besides trying to get into Ohio University and getting out of this town in many ways. If he failed even to get there, he wasn’t sure what he would do.
“Well, try and get into OU, that’s for sure; maybe find some work if that doesn’t work out.” He shuddered more, imagining what could happen as he scratched his leg lightly. As Velvet nodded,
“Well, that’s fine, and Twilight sweetie, how’s been college? I bet it’s been exciting.”
“Oh yeah, classes have been going great; they’ve been getting us into hands-on learning; I’ve been learning how to rebuild certain engines..” She said with a proud smile as she looked back at Spike as she looked wondered.
“Something wrong there, Spike?”
“I’m fine, though. Did anyone see what happened on the news With Trixie lullamoon?” He figured he’d ask since there was a chance he imagined what happened with the news.
“Yeap, that was strange with what The weather lady did; I think she just snapped, probably got too stressed.” His Dad said while taking a bite out of the Roast beef.
“It was strange, though hopefully, she doesn’t get fired. She seems like a nice lady.” Velvet said while she had the mashed potato.
“If I know anything about television, I feel that she’s gonna cause the ratings to go right through the roof.” His Dad muttered while taking another bite chewing with a smirk.
“Either that or Twitter will pick up on this and try and destroy here.” Twilight snorted with a light laugh.
“I never understood that crap, people being complete jerks to each other Heavens to Betsy, people should be far nicer,” Velvet said while sighing.
“That’s just how the world is; people want to be up to each other’s business. Not wanting people to be themselves, if some guy wants to be a girl, let them be; if they want to be a girl who wanna be a guy, let them. As long as they don’t touch kids, I don’t give a shit.”
“Night Light!” Velvet said, raising her voice for the first time.
“I know Velvet dear Language, yet it’s the truth.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t like cursing, and you know it,” Velvet said while she finished her plate. “You better get ready, Night Light, cause we’ll need to get going.”
“Going where?” Twilight asked, seeming more disappointed hearing that they were heading back, especially when she just got here.
“Crap, sorry dear, I forgot to tell you, me and Night Light have to head down to Alabama for a few days to check up on your grandpa; he’s been having some issues; nothing to be concerned about. We’re just going to make sure he’s ok for now. We’ll be back in three days.” Velvet looked guilty, clearly having forgotten to tell Twilight about this.
“We’ll be back as soon as possible, but you know how your grandpa is; he can be stubborn.”
“It’s fine; I just wanted to see how you guy’s were doing. It’s been so long.”
“Hey, it’s not that bad. Besides, you’ll have Spike to spend time with; it’s been so long that you’ll be able to have fun. Just the two of you.” Velvet gave that laugh that spoke more than any words could. Night Light, though shook his head.
“Don’t have any parties; I don’t want the house destroyed. You got it.” He looked over at Spike for a minute; “You’re going to be the man of the house, so I expect you to act right, boy.”
“Alright, Dad.” He was unsure what he could say to that as he finished eating.
“I think I should head back upstairs to finish my homework.” An awkward smile as he tried thinking of what he could do to get out of this. His mind is racking on that damn Notebook. His mind focused on it.
“Are you sure you could do your homework in a bit? We’re heading out in about a half-hour.” Night Light called out; Spike looked back.
“I need to get on it; you know how it sometimes gets, especially when it comes to math.”
Heading straight to his room after the awkward dinner, he shuddered, closed the door behind him, and returned to his homework. His eyes drift back to drift, looking back towards the notebook. Spike began thinking about it more and wondering if there was possibly something else about it. Something he might not have known about, yet at the same time, he shuddered. His heart was racing. That was when he let out a long groan.
The engine’s sound started outside as he looked out there, seeing that his parents were leaving. A pulse ran through his mind as he suddenly reached into the desk and pulled it out—his eyes on it as he watched the mysterious notebook. Spike’s fingers slowly slid down the notebook as he imagined it was pulsing. A sensual feeling that made him think that it was almost— Alive. It was like the thing was whispering to him, “Try me out, baby, you know you want to.”
Yet the logical part of him that believed in science had pushed thought out, and even a good amount reminded him that it was wrong, something he shouldn’t mess with. Yet, at the same time, could he? The burning questions were shooting through him.
When something happened, a small voice inside him, a voice that sounded like the deepest part of him, that part of him that was engraved into him that stood the test of time and was by far older than man itself. It spoke to him in a sweet, succulent whisper.
Why not? No one will find out, and besides, who would get hurt? Just keep your mouth quiet, and no one would ever think it was you.
A part of it was right; who would find out. Not like he was going to tell anyone, and who would believe him? He had a notebook that caused a random woman to get horny for him. Spike laughed at the idea as he reached over, grabbing a pen. His thoughts were all over the place as Spike was ready to write a name in this notebook. Yet who would it be?
“Yo Spike, what are you doing up there!” Twilight called out as Spike turned his head towards the door, as he had a flash across his face.
“Just finishing up my homework, that’s all!” Spike bit his lips, not sure if this plan could even work, as Twilight yelled back
“Well, if you want to join me, I’ve got some popcorn and a few terrible science fiction movies we can rift on them. I even got a hold of Killer Clowns from Outerspace!” It was an exciting set, but Spike stood there for a second as an idea came down, hitting him like a frying pan to the skull.
“Lightbulb.” He whispered as he suddenly grabbed a pen and yelled out.
“Yeah, I’ll be out there in a minute.” Though he started writing down his plan as he jotted out.
Twilight Sparkles
While sitting by her step-brother, she feels hot and bothered; as she begins feeling horny, she wants to strip off her clothes, even with him, when something falls on her messing her shirt up. While half-exposed, she can’t help but confess how she feels about her step-sibling and performs a sexual act on him.
Spike sat there for a second unable to believe what he had done, writing her name in the notebook as he felt his heart skipping a beat.
“I swear I hope I didn’t do something I’d regret. I also hope This is a hoax and not going crazy.….” He looked at what he wrote as he imagined that if the notebook was a hoax, there was no way this would happen. He couldn’t imagine Twilight doing something like this.
“Is that a no?” Twilight called out, sounding disappointed. Spike quickly called out.
“I’ll be down there in a minute, don’t worry also leave me some popcorn!”
“I’ll eat all the popcorn if I want, damn it!” Twilight screamed, clearly trying to joke though Spike wasn’t laughing, a feeling of guilt running over him. A small part of him prayed that this wasn’t true. Just some strange accident. He walked out of his room, and for a second, he looked back and thought he saw something. Thinking it was just his imagination, Spike brushed it off and began heading downstairs for some popcorn and some bad movies.
- - -
The movie was going on without a hitch, Twilight had put on Stay Alive first, a horror movie about a killer video game, and they watched on, snarking at some of the absurdity of the plot. Twilight chuckled
“I can’t believe they made a mistake where they compared the final boss of Silent Hill with Silent Hill 4.” Twilight snarked, taking a bite at her popcorn.
“I know. How could they make a mistake like that? It’s so simple.” Spike joked while leaning back, every so often eying her. The way she looked, she seemed calm and relaxed. He smiled, shaking his head as he began thinking; I’m right, that thing was such a fake. I was worried about nothing. He figured his plan would work out. He got more comfortable while watching the movie—not paying attention.
Twilight was sitting there while watching the film when she felt warm, her legs slowly grinding against each other. A feeling was going on like an itch she couldn’t scratch as she found herself looking at Spike. She bit her lips as she wanted to speak to him, wanting something. Yet she wasn’t sure. Her heart was racing, and his fingers were getting wet as she took another drink. Twilight wasn’t sure why. Her clothes felt like they were tightening. She wanted to take them off as she began taking a long drink.
Spike leaned back, not knowing what was happening to chuckle as they watched the scary film.
“Hey Spike, so how’s school been? Did you find a girlfriend?” Twilight said, simply looking at him as she took a long drink. Then without warning, Twilight found herself coughing, even gagging as she felt the water go down wrong. She bounced while the drink spilled all over her.
“Shit!” Twilight called out, clearly annoyed by the whole situation. Her eyes looked back over with annoyance. Spike found himself choking hard as he realized that she had gotten her shirt wet, her white shirt that looked almost transparent.
“You ok?” Spike asked as he grabbed something to help clean the mess.
“Yeah, I’m fine, but my shirts are all wet.” She reached over and began taking her top off, exposing her black bra. Spike wasn’t sure how to react to this as he bit his lips.
“Well, maybe you should go and get a new shirt. I can pause the movie. It’s not a problem.” He reached over to the remote; grabbing it through, Twilight moved over and shook her head as she pulled it back.
“No, it’s fine besides; not like anyone’s going to walk in on us, and I’m just in my bra.” She winked at him though Twilight wasn’t sure why she did as she went back, spreading herself out a bit as they continued to watch the film. Spike grunted some as he looked over. Twilight might not have had the large pair a firm looking C cups. But they were perky, especially with that bra.
“If you insist.” Long thought as he tried focusing on the film. However, Twilight found herself watching him, her heart beating faster. A part of her quickly returned bac her previous question.
“So Spike, did you manage to find yourself a girlfriend?”
“What kind of question is that?” Spike said while
“Just curious, you’re a young guy, and I thought I’d ask,” Twilight said, taking a drink as she stuck her hand in that buttery popcorn.
“Well, I’m single, not like anyone would like me.” He muttered while leaning back, the Notebook vanishing from his thought.
“Eh, it happens, though. Hey, those high school girls are missing out; I’m sure you’ll find a nice girl in a college. Trust me; they don’t give a shit about those clicks.” There was a calmness to her as she looked back.
“What about you? Still single there, sis.” Spike said, adding more to the sis, while Twilight laughed.
“Not at all haven’t found anyone really to date, though I experimented with a few nice girls and guys in bed. Yet nothing at all.”
She seemed to wink at him while going back to the movie. Spike gulped; the mental image of Twilight fucking another woman got him excited, his pants tightening; Please don’t notice my boner. He prayed, hoping that there was no possibility that Twilight would see his stiffy while in his pants.
“So how has been college? I mean, besides experimenting and fucking other people?” Spike found himself asking while turning it on.
“Well, it’s been ok, rather boring really. I’ve been kind of homesick… I missed you.” Twilight looked slightly sad as she watched him. Spike raised an eyebrow.
“Missed me? Weren’t you the one who tricked me into a dryer when I was like eight?” He muttered while Twilight rolled her eyes.
“Please, it was years ago, and I’ve grown up since; besides, it’s not like I’ve done it again since, not after mom got on me and tore me a new one. Trust me; I learned my lesson.” Spike couldn’t help but chuckle while he tried getting back to the movie.
“You know I’m sorry, right. I was an idiot back then.” She reached over, rubbing his leg for a minute. Spike couldn’t help finding himself jumping out of his skin while looking back at his stepsister.
“It’s fine to forget about it. We were just kids back then.”
“I know, but I should make it up to you, I mean, we’re family, and I just want to do something nice for you.” Twilight seemed only to get closer to Spike, her hot breath close as she turned away from the movie. The way she looked at him deeply with those brown eyes caught him off as he coughed slightly.
“Maybe we should get back to the movie. I mean, it’s getting to the best part.”
Though Twilight shuddered lightly, her legs rubbing against each other like she was trying to push away specific thoughts. Yet somehow, a part of her couldn’t control herself. She wanted this. She wanted more. Twilight looked at him and asked.
“Don’t you find me attractive?” Her voice was soft, almost sad, as she looked over at him. Spike didn’t know what even to say—left speechless. He didn’t know what he could say or even mutter when looking at Twilight. She was a beautiful woman. He remembered some of the few friends talking about how they wouldn’t have minded seeing her naked. Spike hated to admit it, but he dreamed about what it would be like with her in his weaker moments.
“You’re attractive, but what would mom and dad say?”
“Fuck what they think! I’m over nineteen, and you are over eighteen. Besides, it’s not like we’re related.” Then without hesitation, Twilight wrapped her hands around the back of his head and soon pulled him in for a kiss. We were catching him off guard.
Her lips were soft against his as she moved against him, her finger going through his head. As he felt something pushing against his lips, and it was then he realized that she was adding tongue. His lips spread, letting her in as she began frenching him. Spike was utterly terrified by what was happening. His fingers suddenly grabbed her arms and returned the passion. A moan sneaked out of Spike’s mouth, and Twilight pulled back.
“I heard that now tell me. Do you think what we’re doing is wrong?”
Spike found himself no longer thinking any sense of consciousness had been thrown out the window.
“I have no idea.” He muttered, taking in a deep breath. While trying to collect his thoughts, Twilight grabbed his hand and pushed it against her breasts. They were firm to his hand; she gasped as he finally cupped them, Her bra between his fingers and those nipples. As She grabbed his shoulder and muttered.
“My room now!” She kissed his lips for a second, and Spike nodded lightly.
“O-Ok!” As she jumped away from him, grabbing his arm and pulling him away for a second, he thought she would pull his arm right out of his socket.
Pulling him upstairs and into her room had been a flash. He was in the living room one second; he was on her bed surrounded by books and various things as she closed the door. Those eyes of her were filled with lust and want. Something that both terrified Spike and aroused him as he heard the door click.
“So Spike, I take it you’re a virgin?” She asked so calmly as she walked over. Twilight reached back as she undid her bra, revealing her fine breasts. The way they gave a slight bounce as they were free from their prison.
“I mean I—“
“Please be honest little bro,” Twilight spoke as she gave a long moan climbing on the bed, her head reaching over and kissing his neck.
“I’m a virgin.” Spike found himself embarrassed even admitting it, especially in a situation like this.
“Hmm, well, good to know, so We better fix that.” She whispered as she reached over, fumbling in her side desk, as she pulled out a condom. “This one should be good. It’s not expired. Now let’s get these pants off.” She reached down, undoing his pants, taking control of the situation as she started pulling them out; His cock stood up, ready for duty.
“Shit, you’ve got a thick one,” Twilight muttered, looking at his member; now, it wasn’t the longest, going about six inches; it was pretty thick with a mushroom head.
“Sorry if it’s not that big,” Spike muttered, feeling nervous.
“Don’t apologize. Porn might claim it’s how big you are but trust me; girls prefer girth over most.” She snickered, bending over and kissing the top of his cock. He groaned as he found himself beyond erected. He couldn’t imagine being in such a situation, but here he was. Her lips pressed against the top as he felt her tongue pressed against his urethra. The way her tongue swirled on it as Spike gasped.
“Jesus Twilight!” he cried out, fighting off the pleasure as he looked down. She sucked on the tip and teased him more as she looked at him that way. There was no going back from this as he held onto the bed for dear life.
Twilight would continue sucking on that head, her hand reaching down as she started caressing his balls, squeezing them as she pumped down on his length and filled her mouth with his cock. A long moan as she let out a light gag, as she would pull back.
“This is just a test; now I don’t want you cumming too quickly now; quickly put the condom on.” She looked over at him as he quickly ripped the condom package open and pulled out the rubber. Before Spike could react, Twilight snatched it from him.
“Now, let’s get this bad boy on you and get rid of that pesky V-Card.” She exclaimed with a giggle as she began to wrap his cock up. It was weird watching the thing go down his member. Yet Twilight looked back at him with a light smile.
“Now get ready cause I’m gonna let you watch the exact moment it happens, so on the count of three.” Twilight climbed over him, her legs parting side by side as he lay there. His heart was racing like a truck as he could see her spreading her pussy lips. Her other hand grabbed his member as she soon positioned his head against her entrance.
“One…Two.” She pushed down slightly. The way she teased it going in, Spike could feel how hot it was even with the condom on.
“THREE!” It was then she pushed herself down. Spike suddenly found his cock being strangled by Twilight’s pussy as she screamed in pain.
“Holy shit!” Spike had to join her as he sunk deep within her. He gasped as he imagined he could’ve cum right then.
“Shit Spike, you’re spreading me about.” Twilight moaned while holding onto his chest. Adjusting to his cock deep within her.
“Tell me about it, your fucking tight, Twilight!” He gasped, holding on for dear life. Her body heat surrounded his member, and one thing was for sure, it felt heavenly as Twilight looked back at him with those lustful eyes. Her hair went all over the place as she let out a moan.
“I’m gonna start moving, not get ready little bro.” She growled as Spike found himself nodding as he grunted. She soon began pushing herself up. She pushed up till only the head remained and soon dropped down. Her breasts bounced as she repeated the process over and over again.
“Holy shit! Twilight, you feel so damn good!” Spike moaned as she held onto the bed; the way she moved, grinding her hips and slamming onto him, felt amazing. Twilight grabbed his chest as she moaned out.
“Don’t just lay there, damn it! Grab my tits do something!” She panted hard while the bed creaked and squeaked without relent. It was utterly fantastic as Spike nodded.
“O-Okay!” He suddenly reached over, grabbing Twilight’s tits the way his fingers shot over, massaging them and getting a good feeling. He was amazed. Her moans got louder as she grabbed his shoulder as smashed him. Her hips rolled as Gath pushed back his hips and met her halfway.
“Oh god, you feel so damn amazing, Twilight.”
“Yeah, like that fucking, fuck me!” She moaned out as she was getting more into it. Her eyes looked like hearts as she took her Step-brother for a spin and loved it. Her pussy seemed to milk his cock for everything it had. He groaned hard as he suddenly pushed himself up, sitting there. He wrapped his arms around her, holding onto Twilight like she was an angel as he kissed her with no restraint. His mind lost to the passion. The lust and no going back from this as he pushed in as far as his cock could go and began cumming. His virgin cock gave it all it had as it filled the condom with his splooge. Twilight felt this as she screamed into his lips, experiencing a powerful orgasm herself as she cried out in pleasure in a voice that would make the angels jealous.
Spike and Twilight collapsed on the bed, taking long deep breaths. Twilight looked over at Spike for a second, the passion in her eyes as she leaned in, kissed him, and muttered, “You were Amazing. Are you sure it was your first time?” She smirked while she leaned in, caressing his chest. The other hand reached over, helping get the condom off; he moaned as he felt it come off him.
“Yeah, it was, and… damn….” He laid there, Twilight pressing her warm body against him, yet a realization came over him as he knew that the notebook was actual and what he had just done. Yet soon sleep passed over him as he fell asleep in his step-sister’s arms.
Spike woke up; It wasn’t a nasty wake. Up thought every part of him was sore. Like he’d just run a whole marathon twice over. He groaned as he reached over to the side table and grabbed his glasses.
“What happened last night?” Spike groaned, barely remembering anything that happened last night. Looking around, it was there. He realized he wasn’t in his room. No, he was actually in Twilight’s bed, and everything hit him like a freight train as he groaned, falling back.
“It worked. That notebook’s real.” He groaned as he looked over and found he was alone, except for a note lying on the pillow next to him. He quickly grabbed it. Fumbling some to make sure it didn’t fall off the bed as Spike began reading it.
Spike, I’ll be downstairs making breakfast; I think we will need to talk about last night.
— Twilight.
He shuddered to wonder how that conversation was going to turn out. He bit his lips as he got out of bed. He realized he was completely naked and started looking for his underwear.
“Thank god Mom and Dad aren’t here; imagine if they walked in on us….” He felt a chill run down his spine at the idea of them walking in on them having sex or just sleeping together naked. He even imagined the older man taking him out in the backyard and kicking his ass seven ways to Sunday.
Then a thought struck him.
“I have to hide that notebook!” He turned and quickly ran into his room. The door swung open as he slammed the door. As he looked, overseeing the Lust Note lying there on the bed. He grabbed it and turned back to the first page, where he saw the rules as he read over them again.
1. The name who is written in this note shall be filled with Lust
2. The effect can last for only 24 hours upon their name being written in the note
3. The people written in the note must be over the age of 18. No one under that may be affected.
“What the heck are you? Why do you even exist.” Spike muttered while looking at the mysterious notebook. He looked over and saw more rules as they slowly appeared, etching into the back cover. This nearly caused him to drop the Lust Note.
4. The user must have the person’s face in mind while writing the note.
5. The user cannot use the note directly on themselves
6. The user can describe the sex scene and manipulate the fantasy to a possible degree humanly possible.
“What the hell! This shouldn’t be possible?” He was speechless as he looked over to make sure he wasn’t going crazy.
“Oh, but it is possible!” That was when his closet suddenly slammed open, and with it, a light began shining through. It was bright, nearly blinding as he looked towards it. He found himself tripping back, hitting his desk with a hard thump.
“What the hell!” he called out, shocked as he saw a dark figure moving out of the light. His heart is pounding.
“Who the hell are you!” Nearly demanding from the creature as it laughed, a laugh that was beyond menacing as it cackled like that of a demon from the darkest pits of hell.
“Angels to some, demons to others, we are the seekers of the pleasures of the flesh, and you used the notebook! We have such sights to show you.” The menacing sound of the voice made Spike fall back. If anything, he had to admit he was close to shitting himself. The way the creature’s inhuman voice spoke while standing in that unnatural light. At the same time, he was looking around, ready to run.
He felt like his heart was racing like any minute it would bounce out of his chest and run off without him. He looked towards the portal in his bed when without warning, he heard snickering. The snickering turned into laughter as he heard that demonic voice suddenly going higher as stepping out of the closet wasn’t a demon of Lovecraftian horror to drive him mad, But a woman. A woman who somehow Spike knew wasn’t a woman.
She or it, Stood there, standing six feet tall. Long red hair traveled down past her shoulders. She wore a black pinstriped suit with cleavage exposed.
She had a long tail that swished along. The end had a pointed tip that looked like a heart. The information looked like it flared red. Such a sight as she moved in closer.
“You should have seen the look on your face.” The woman laughed as she moved over her fedora coming off. As she revealed a pair of Red horns protruding from her skull
“What the heck are you?” The realization he wasn’t about to be driven mad by some otherworldly creature slowly dissipated as he looked over to this attractive woman who rolled her eyes; “Great, did I get a stupid one?”
“No, you came out of nowhere and spoke like a fricken cenobite. And now you’re a wearing a fricken suit from what nineteen-twenty?”
“Oy, I’ll have you know the last time I came to earth, these things were fashionable and in style.” She raised her hair and pointed at him with a finger gun as she pretended to shoot him.
“Yeah, again back in nineteen-twenty. It’s two-thousand and twenty.”
“Yesh, time flies, whatever. It still looks spiffy.” The woman said as she suddenly vanished and popped right next to him. The sound of popping was like that of bubble wrap exploding as Spike jumped, seeing her appear right next to him, grabbing the lust Note.
“Careful with that thing!” Spike blurted out while trying to grab it away from the creature, who pulled back as she floated in the air lying around.
“Aww, come on, why can’t I touch this pretty book, after all… It used to be mine!” Her voice crackled with that as Spike found himself looking back at her.
“It was yours? What is that thing? What the hell are you? Some demon or something?”
The creature rolled her eyes, realizing that this mortal would be on repeat for how long if she didn't answer him.
“Alright, if I answer you, could you stop skipping record, boy?”
“Sure, I suppose.….” Spike gulped some while the creature started
“My name Is Eris, Eris Nightshade. I’m a Succubus, and you have my Lust note.” She pinned around as her gravity took hold, letting her breast fall. As she looked over at the Notebook for a good minute.
“So this Lust Notes yours now your back for it?” He asked more, curious as he looked over towards the thing.
“Pfft, like I want it back. I wouldn’t have dropped it if I wanted to keep hold of it.” Eris looked back with that wild wicked grin as she turned over to examine Gart as she had never seen a mortal before in her life.
“You dropped this? Why?” Spike looked towards her as he grabbed the notebook, almost gripping it in curiosity, while Eris leaned in with her mischief wink.
“Well, It’s simple; I dropped the notebook because….” Leaning in closer, her lips near his ear as she blew her hot breath against his ear—a slight moan as she seemed to tease him.
“Because I was bored.” She chuckled more as she suddenly groped him, making the young man jump backward in utter surprise. The way she grabbed his groin. The way she moved around him laughed. Spike seemed more shocked if anything. The way her hands grabbed him as she pulled back.
“Because you were bored?”
“Yeap, you see, up, or down depending on how you observe it. We succubi have just been having orgy’s day after day, off the wall sex carnal and just going at each other none stop. Your world just moved on and became more excepting. You didn’t need to be pushed into a lustful conviction.” She began floating back, relaxing ever so as she went around the room.
“Seriously, your species used just to run around and cock block each other in the name of God, or some other reason, but now you go at it whenever. Well, for the most part. Then we succubus just decided to do our own thing. Which consisted of just us spending our days screwing our brains out.” She sighed while thinking back to the memory.
“Yet you got bored of it?” Spike asked, almost doubting the creature that floated before him.
“Well yeah, I mean, orgies are fun, and the kind of Kinky stuff we can do to each other is interesting. But how should I describe myself?. Oh, I know. Imagine having a great steak… Ok, now imagine having that great steak every day for every meal— yeah, now picture it is all you get, after a while, you want to have somewhat do you call it fast food? Something just not as good to chance the sameness. You guys are well, Chips, I guess. Not as wild or great but better than the same thing repeatedly.”
She smirked and chuckled as she popped next to him.
“So this is so that you can feel some thrill; I could understand that a bit. Yet why me?” Spike asked while looking toward Eris, more curious.
“Eh, it was more of an accident. See, I threw the notebook out, and where ever it landed, that’s where it went. I didn’t plan much.” She tugged at her shirt more as she showed off her breast, making them more prominent. Spike suspected she was doing this on purpose.
“And it just landed right in front of my school. That seems strange.”
“Hey, I just tossed the thing. That was your world’s physics that made it land that way; heck, for all I knew, it could have fallen in the ocean, it could have fallen just about anywhere. So congrats, you got fortunate.” She snickered with much laughter as she pawed at him.
“So what do you expect me to do with it? The notebook makes people horny.”
“Who knows, have fun, take over the world. Just have an orgy, do what you want. I’m just here till the notebook is destroyed, you die, or you hand it over to someone else. I’m just here for the ride.”
She took the notebook and flipped through it; “Hmm is this it, just made a weather woman expose herself and fucked your step-sis; II expected from you.” She snarked with a laugh as she put the notebook back on the desk.
“Well, I wasn’t sure it was real; everything about this situation seemed like a bad fever dream. So I wasn’t sure.” He muttered, pulling his collar back. That was when there was a knocking at the door.
“Spike! Spike, it’s me, Twilight! I wanted to let you know Breakfast is ready, and well, so we can talk about last night.”
“I’ll meet you down there,” Spike said, finding his mind rushing as he looked back at the succubus.
“Could you wait here? I don’t want Twilight seeing you; She might freak out.” Pointing out how she just floated around.
“No, I’ll join you beside she can’t see me. Not unless she touches the Notebook. So no worry. Only you can hear me and see me. So imagine me as your angel.” She smirked while hovering over his shoulder.
“More like a demon,” Spike said under his breath while he suddenly felt her smacking his ass as he opened the door. Twilight stood there for a second, watching him, her face turning red as she remembered what had happened the night before.
“Hey there,” Twilight said as she grabbed her hands, tapping them.
“Um, hey there,” Spike said, feeling the awkwardness between them. The tension could cut butter like a hot knife. Spike found himself rubbing his head, trying to find the right words. As Twilight quickly turned around, heading right down the stairs. As he followed her.
Walking down the stairs, Eris whispered into his ear.
“Damn, she has one hell of an ass. No wonder why you wanted to screw her.” She giggled. Spike wanted to tell her to knock it off, but with Twilight right in front of him, he knew she’d hear him, leading to more questions than the young man was ready to answer.
The kitchen table was filled with what looked like a gorgeous breakfast. Pancakes, some sausage, and bacon lined the table with biscuits and gravy. Twilight went above and beyond with making breakfast.
Spike couldn’t help but find his mouth-watering by such a sight. He was close to hopping in and stuffing his face full of what he saw. His stomach growled in much anticipation.
He filled his plate up with much anticipation. His dish was stuffed while sitting on one end of the table. Spike was his fork in hand and was ready to stuff his face in for its worth. He was close to taking the first bite when Twilight sat down right across from him. Spike looked at her, seeing the concerned look as he couldn’t help but ask.
“What?” Spike simply asked, looking back towards his Step-sister.
“Yeah, about last night…” she turned bright red.
“Yeah, that was… something.” Spike could barely look her in the eyes. The shyness between them was evident as Twilight reached over.
“I don’t know what came over me last night; I mean, one minute we watched the movie, and the next thing… I admitted to something I shouldn’t have allowed myself to admit.”
Twilight reached over, grabbing a few slices as she would begin eating herself. The sound of crunching while Spike couldn’t help himself.
“So why did you do it? I mean, what we did last night?”
“Honestly, I— I don’t know. I mean. I never lied to you, but I would never have acted on it. Yet it felt like one of my barriers dropped, and I just decided to go for it.” She blushed more while she began eating.
“I guess so… But what does that make us?” Spike asked, more curious while looking off towards Twilight.
“I don’t know, as much fun as last night is. I don’t know if we should do that again; what if someone found out.” Twilight found herself blushing. This had caused Spike to feel even more guilty. Though he looked up, seeing Eris right there, small giggling. She was floating right above Twilight while she looked down at her cleavage.
“Damn, son! Did you get to try this hot piece of ass? I’m jealous; if I could, I’d write her name in my Lust note and show her some woman love!” She snickered while pushing her breasts on top of Twilight’s hat, almost making it look like a hat.
“Will you stop!” Spike muttered, though, as quietly as possible.
“Huh, Stop what?” Twilight asked, clearly not noticing the Succubus placing her breasts on her head.
“Nothing. Well, I guess we can act normal for now, and when you head back to college, you could forget about it. That’s all.”
“Maybe, though last night was good, are you sure it was your first time?” Twilight said, reaching down to take a bite of sausage, but how she ate it, Spike couldn’t help but have dirty thoughts. Eris is snickering more.
“Hmm, I bet you wish that was your sausage, their big boy!” The Succubus teased having the time of her life. Spike couldn’t help giving her such a dirty look.
“Spike, is there something wrong?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. Just give me a second. I— I need to use the bathroom.” He pulled himself up and even hunched over to empathize how badly he needed to take a dump. Twilight gave him a thumbs-up as he headed out, even calling out.
“Wash your hands!” She muttered while turning back to take a bite out of bacon and toast. I was not paying much attention. Yet she felt a shiver run down her back like something wasn’t right as she turned, watching him head off. It made her begin to wonder something; Is he hiding something?
- - -
Spike went into the bathroom and locked it behind him as he quickly washed his face. I wondered when the nuisance of a succubus would show up.
“What are you planning there, big boy,” Eris said as she appeared behind him, slightly smirking as she swirled around.
“I needed to get away; what the heck are you doing?” Spike asked, somewhat annoyed. The Succubus giggled with great amusement.
“Doing what, just having some fun with your sister? I mean, seriously, she is one hot babe.” She licked her lips as she brought up the number two, licking it.
“I imagine she would be kinky in bed. Though maybe I should give her a try.”
“Don’t you dare? It’s bad enough I did this now; we’re in such an awkward moment because of you.”
“Because of me, now listen here mister. I just dropped the notebook, you wrote the name after reading the rules. You knew what it was all about.”
“I thought it was a joke, how was I suppose to know that this was suppose to actually work. A notebook that makes someone horny it’s weird.”
“Well I’m sorry but you still used my notebook. Next time pay attemtion. Cause now that you do, you’re stuck with me.” She laughed harder while she suddenly reached over grabbing his ass.
“Hey!” Spike called out clearly annoyed by such action.
- - -
Twilight walked up the stairs heading to the bathroom, her overwhelming curiosity and desire to know what was going on with her step brother had caught her off; His behavior is so weird. Whats going on? She wondered more as she got close to the bathroom, hearing him simply say
“I didn’t know what that damn Notebook did, like seriously its not like most people would suspect It being magic.” He muttered almost like he was whispering. Though no one responded. Yet the way he acted. It caused Twilight to raise an eyebrow.
“Notebook?” She turned looking towards Spikes room remembering how he had slammed a notebook shut when she came up to his room the night before. It made her wonder just what he might have gotten himself into.
“I hope your not doing anything crazy.” She muttered under her breath walking over to his room. Her fingers gripping his doorknob they were cold to the touch. She turned the knob not sure if she was going to see something, or anything at all as she would take a deep breath stepping inside.
- - -
Spike walked out of the bathroom, his head cleared while looking back at the Succubus clearly annoyed with its action. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to even do. Dealing with such a supernatural figure. He groaned hard mumbling.
“My life is just a complete mess.” He nearly missed that the door to his door was wide open. When he passed it. The realization had struck him before walking back slowly looking inside. It was then his eyes widened like dinner plates.
Twilight was standing there holding the Lust note. Spike couldn’t help but kiss is sweet ass goodbye with this situation.
In the best-known version of the myth, Oedipus was born to King Laius and Queen Jocasta of Thebes. Laius wished to thwart the prophecy, so he sent a shepherd-servant to leave Oedipus to die on a mountainside. However, the shepherd took pity on the baby and passed him to another shepherd who gave Oedipus to King Polybus and Queen Merope to raise as their own. Oedipus learned from the oracle at Delphi of the prophecy that he would end up killing his father and marrying his mother but, unaware of his true parentage, believed he was fated to murder Polybus and marry Merope, so left for Thebes. On his way, he met an older man and killed him in a quarrel. Continuing on to Thebes, he found that the king of the city (Laius) had recently been killed and that the city was at the mercy of the Sphinx. Oedipus answered the monster's riddle correctly, defeating it and winning the throne of the dead king – and the hand in marriage of the king's widow, who was also (unbeknownst to him) his mother Jocasta.
Detail of ancient fresco in which Oedipus solves the riddle of the Sphinx. Egyptian Museum, 2nd c. CE
Years later, to end a plague on Thebes, Oedipus searched to find who had killed Laius and discovered that he himself was responsible. Jocasta, upon realizing that she had married her own son, hanged herself. Oedipus then seized two pins from her dress and blinded himself with them.
The legend of Oedipus has been retold in many versions and was used by Sigmund Freud to name and give mythic precedent to the Oedipus complex.
Oedipus was the son of Laius and Jocasta, king and queen of Thebes. Having been childless for some time, Laius consulted the Oracle of Apollo at Delphi. The Oracle prophesied that any son born to Laius would kill him. In an attempt to prevent this prophecy's fulfillment, when Jocasta indeed bore a son, Laius had his son's ankles pierced and tethered together so that he could not crawl; Jocasta then gave the boy to a servant to abandon ("expose") on the nearby mountain. However, rather than leave the child to die of exposure, as Laius intended, the servant passed the baby on to a shepherd from Corinth, who then gave the child to another shepherd.
The infant Oedipus eventually came to the house of Polybus, king of Corinth, and his queen, Merope, who adopted him, as they were without children of their own. Little Oedipus was named after the swelling from the injuries to his feet and ankles ("swollen foot"). The word "oedema" (British English) or "edema" (American English) is from this same Greek word for swelling: οἴδημα, or oedēma.
After many years, Oedipus was told by a drunk that he was a "bastard", meaning at that time that he was not their biological son. Oedipus confronted his parents (the king and queen of Corinth) with the news, but they denied this. Oedipus went to the same oracle in Delphi that his birth parents had consulted. The oracle informed him that he was destined to murder his father and marry his mother. In an attempt to avoid such a fate, he decided not to return home to Corinth, but to travel to Thebes, which was closer to Delphi.
On the way, Oedipus came to Davlia, where three roads crossed. There he encountered a chariot driven by his birth-father, King Laius. They fought over who had the right to go first and Oedipus killed Laius when the charioteer tried to run him over. The only witness of the king's death was a slave who fled from a caravan of slaves also traveling on the road at the time.
Continuing his journey to Thebes, Oedipus encountered a Sphinx, who would stop all travelers to Thebes and ask them a riddle. If the travelers were unable to answer her correctly, they would be killed and eaten; if they were successful, they would be free to continue on their journey. The riddle was: "What walks on four feet in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three at night?". Oedipus answered: "Man: as an infant, he crawls on all fours; as an adult, he walks on two legs and; in old age, he uses a 'walking' stick". Oedipus was the first to answer the riddle correctly, and the Sphinx allowed him to continue on.
Queen Jocasta's brother, Creon, had announced that any man who could rid the city of the Sphinx would be made king of Thebes and given the recently widowed Queen Jocasta's hand in marriage. This marriage of Oedipus to Jocasta fulfilled the rest of the prophecy. Oedipus and Jocasta had four children: sons Eteocles and Polynices (see Seven Against Thebes) and daughters Antigone and Ismene.
Many years later, a plague of infertility struck the city of Thebes, affecting crops, livestock, and the people. Oedipus asserted that he would end the pestilence. He sent his uncle, Creon, to the Oracle at Delphi, seeking guidance. When Creon returned, Oedipus learned that the murderer of King Laius must be brought to justice, and Oedipus himself cursed the killer of his wife's late husband, saying that he would be exiled. Creon also suggested that they try to find the blind prophet, Tiresias, who was widely respected. Oedipus sent for Tiresias, who warned him not to seek Laius' killer. In a heated exchange, Tiresias was provoked into exposing Oedipus himself as the killer, and the fact that Oedipus was living in shame because he did not know who his true parents were. Oedipus angrily blamed Creon for the false accusations, and the two argued. Jocasta entered and tried to calm Oedipus by telling him the story of her first-born son and his supposed death. Oedipus became nervous as he realized that he may have murdered Laius and so brought about the plague. Suddenly, a messenger arrived from Corinth with the news that King Polybus had died. Oedipus was relieved for the prophecy could no longer be fulfilled if Polybus, whom he considered his birth father, was now dead.
Still, he knew that his mother was still alive and refused to attend the funeral at Corinth. To ease the tension, the messenger then said that Oedipus was, in fact, adopted. Jocasta, finally realizing that he was her son, begged him to stop his search for Laius' murderer. Oedipus misunderstood her motivation, thinking that she was ashamed of him because he might have been born of low birth. Jocasta in great distress went into the palace where she hanged herself. Oedipus sought verification of the messenger's story from the very same herdsman who was supposed to have left Oedipus to die as a baby. From the herdsman, Oedipus learned that the infant who was raised as the adopted son of Polybus and Merope, was the son of Laius and Jocasta. Thus, Oedipus finally realized that the man he had killed so many years before was his father and that he had married his mother.
Events after the revelation depend on the source. In Sophocles' plays, Oedipus went in search of Jocasta and found she had killed herself. Using the pin from a brooch he took off Jocasta's gown, Oedipus blinded himself and was then exiled. His daughter Antigone acted as his guide as he wandered through the country, finally dying at Colonus where they had been welcomed by King Theseus of Athens. However, in Euripides' plays on the subject, Jocasta did not kill herself upon learning of Oedipus's birth, and Oedipus was blinded by a servant of Laius. The blinding of Oedipus does not appear in sources earlier than Aeschylus. Some older sources of the myth, including Homer, state that Oedipus continued to rule Thebes after the revelations and after Jocasta's death.[1]
Oedipus's two sons, Eteocles and Polynices, arranged to share the kingdom, each taking an alternating one-year reign. However, Eteocles refused to cede his throne after his year as king. Polynices brought in an army to oust Eteocles from his position and a battle ensued. At the end of the battle, the brothers killed each other, after which Jocasta's brother, Creon, took the throne. He decided that Polynices was a "traitor," and should not be given burial rites. Defying this edict, Antigone attempted to bury her brother. In Sophocles' Antigone, Creon had her buried in a rock cavern for defying him, whereupon she hanged herself. However, in Euripides' lost version of the story, it appears that Antigone survives.
Lekythos Oedipus slaying the sphinx MaterialPottery, gold Created420–400 BC Period/cultureAttic PlacePolis-tis-Chrysokhou, tomb, Cyprus Present locationRoom 72, British Museum Identification1887,0801.46
Most, if not all, of our knowledge of Oedipus, comes from the 5th century BC. Though these stories principally deal with his downfall, various details still appear on how Oedipus rose to power.
King Laius of Thebes hears of a prophecy that his infant son will one day kill him.[2] He pierces Oedipus' feet and leaves him out to die, but a shepherd finds him and carries him away.[3] Years later, Oedipus, not knowing he was adopted, leaves home in fear of the same prophecy that he will kill his father and marry his mother.[4] Laius journeys out to seek a solution to the Sphinx's mysterious riddle.[5] As prophesied, Oedipus and Laius cross paths, but they do not recognize each other. A fight ensues, and Oedipus kills Laius and most of his guards.[6] Oedipus goes on to defeat the Sphinx by solving a riddle to become king.[7] He marries the widowed Queen Jocasta, unaware that she is his mother. A plague falls on the people of Thebes. Upon discovering the truth, Oedipus blinds himself, and Jocasta hangs herself.[8] After Oedipus is no longer king, Oedipus's brother-sons kill each other.
Some differences with older stories emerge. The curse of Oedipus' sons was elaborated on retroactively to include Oedipus and his father, Laius. Oedipus now steps down from the throne instead of dying in battle. Additionally, rather than his children being by a second wife, Oedipus's children are now by Jocasta (hence, they are his brothers as well).
Laius' tragic son, crossing his father's path, killed him and fulfilled the oracle spoken of old at Pytho. And sharp-eyed Erinys saw and slew his warlike children at each other's hands. Yet Thersandros survived fallen Polyneikes and won the honor in youthful contests and the brunt of war, a scion of aid to the house of Adrastos.
Aeschylus' Seven Against Thebes trilogy (467 BC)[edit]
In 467 BC, the Athenian playwright, Aeschylus, most notably wrote a trilogy based on the myth of Oedipus, winning him the first prize at the City Dionysia. Of the plays, Laius was the first, Oedipus was second, and Seven Against Thebes was the third play and the only one to have survived.
In Seven Against Thebes, Oedipus's sons Eteocles and Polynices kill each other warring over the throne. Much like his Oresteia, the trilogy would have detailed the tribulations of a House over three successive generations. The satyr play that followed the trilogy was called The Sphinx.
The three surviving works of Sophocles' "Theban plays" consist of: Oedipus Rex (also called Oedipus Tyrannus or Oedipus the King), Oedipus at Colonus, and Antigone. All three plays concern the fate of the City of Thebes, during and after the reign of King Oedipus,[10] and have often been published under a single cover.[11]
Originally, Sophocles had written the plays for three separate festival competitions, many years apart. Not only are the Theban plays not a true trilogy (three plays presented as a continuous narrative), they are not even an intentional series and contain some inconsistencies among them.[10]
Sophocles also wrote other plays focused on Thebes, most notably the Epigoni, of which only fragments have survived.[12]
As Sophocles' Oedipus Rex begins, the people of Thebes are begging the king for help, begging him to discover the cause of the plague. Oedipus stands before them and swears to find the root of their suffering and to end it. Just then, Creon returns to Thebes from a visit to the oracle. Apollo has made it known that Thebes is harboring a terrible abomination and that the plague will only be lifted when the true murderer of old King Laius is discovered and punished for his crime. Oedipus swears to do this, not realizing that he is himself the culprit. The stark truth emerges slowly over the course of the play, as Oedipus clashes with the blind seer Tiresias, who senses the truth. Oedipus remains in strict denial, though, becoming convinced that Tiresias is somehow plotting with Creon to usurp the throne.
Realization begins to slowly dawn in Scene II of the play when Jocasta mentions out of hand that Laius was slain at a place where three roads meet. This stirs something in Oedipus's memory and he suddenly remembers the men he fought and killed one day long ago at a place where three roads met. He realizes, horrified, that he might be the man he's seeking. One household servant survived the attack and now lives out his old age in a frontier district of Thebes. Oedipus sends immediately for the man to either confirm or deny his guilt. At the very worst, though, he expects to find himself to be the unsuspecting murderer of a man unknown to him. The truth has not yet been made clear.
The moment of epiphany comes late in the play. At the beginning of Scene III, Oedipus is still waiting for the servant to be brought into the city, when a messenger arrives from Corinth to declare that King Polybus of Corinth is dead. Oedipus, when he hears this news, feels much relieved, because he believed that Polybus was the father whom the oracle had destined him to murder, and he momentarily believes himself to have escaped fate. He tells this all to the present company, including the messenger, but the messenger knows that it is not true. He is the man who found Oedipus as a baby in the pass of Cithaeron and gave him to King Polybus to raise. He reveals, furthermore that the servant who is being brought to the city as they speak is the very same man who took Oedipus up into the mountains as a baby. Jocasta realizes now all that has happened. She begs Oedipus not to pursue the matter further. He refuses, and she withdraws into the palace as the servant is arriving. The old man arrives, and it is clear at once that he knows everything. At the behest of Oedipus, he tells it all.
Overwhelmed with the knowledge of all his crimes, Oedipus rushes into the palace where he finds his mother-wife, dead by her own hand. Ripping a brooch from her dress, Oedipus blinds himself with it. Bleeding from the eyes, he begs his uncle and brother-in-law Creon, who has just arrived on the scene, to exile him forever from Thebes. Creon agrees to this request. Oedipus begs to hold his two daughters Antigone and Ismene with his hands one more time to have their eyes full of tears and Creon out of pity sends the girls in to see Oedipus one more time.
In Sophocles' Oedipus at Colonus, Oedipus becomes a wanderer, pursued by Creon and his men. He finally finds refuge in the holy wilderness right outside Athens, where it is said that Theseus took care of Oedipus and his daughter, Antigone. Creon eventually catches up to Oedipus. He asks Oedipus to come back from Colonus to bless his son, Eteocles. Angry that his son did not love him enough to take care of him, he curses both Eteocles and his brother, condemning them both to kill each other in battle. Oedipus dies a peaceful death; his grave is said to be sacred to the gods.
In Sophocles' Antigone, when Oedipus stepped down as king of Thebes, he gave the kingdom to his two sons, Eteocles and Polynices, both of whom agreed to alternate the throne every year. However, they showed no concern for their father, who cursed them for their negligence. After the first year, Eteocles refused to step down and Polynices attacked Thebes with his supporters (as portrayed in the Seven Against Thebes by Aeschylus and the Phoenician Women by Euripides). The two brothers killed each other in battle. King Creon, who ascended to the throne of Thebes, decreed that Polynices was not to be buried. Antigone, Polynices' sister, defied the order but was caught. Creon decreed that she was to be put into a stone box in the ground, this in spite of her betrothal to his son Haemon. Antigone's sister, Ismene, then declared she had aided Antigone and wanted the same fate, but Creon eventually declined to execute her. The gods, through the blind prophet Tiresias, expressed their disapproval of Creon's decision, which convinced him to rescind his order, and he went to bury Polynices himself. However, Antigone had already hanged herself in her tomb, rather than suffering the slow death of being buried alive. When Creon arrived at the tomb where she had been interred, his son Haemon attacked him upon seeing the body of his deceased fiancée but failing to kill Creon he killed himself. When Creon's wife, Eurydice, was informed of the death of Haemon, she too took her own life.
Euripides' Phoenissae, Chrysippus, and Oedipus[edit]
At the beginning of Euripides' Phoenissae, Jocasta recalls the story of Oedipus. Generally, the play weaves together the plots of the Seven Against Thebes and Antigone. The play differs from the other tales in two major respects. First, it describes in detail why Laius and Oedipus had a feud: Laius ordered Oedipus out of the road so his chariot could pass, but proud Oedipus refused to move. Second, in the play Jocasta has not killed herself at the discovery of her incest – otherwise, she could not play the prologue, for fathomable reasons – nor has Oedipus fled into exile, but they have stayed in Thebes only to delay their doom until the fatal duel of their sons/brothers/nephews Eteocles and Polynices: Jocasta commits suicide over the two men's dead bodies, and Antigone follows Oedipus into exile.
In Chrysippus, Euripides develops backstory on the curse: Laius' sin was to have kidnapped Chrysippus, Pelops' son, in order to violate him, and this caused the gods' revenge on all his family. Laius was the tutor of Chrysippus, and raping his student was a severe violation of his position as both guest and tutor in the house of the royal family hosting him at the time. Extant vases show a fury hovering over the lecherous Laius as he abducts the rape victim.[13] Furies avenged violations of good order in households, as can be seen most clearly in such texts as The Libation Bearers by Aeschylus.
Euripides wrote also an Oedipus, of which only a few fragments survive.[14] The first line of the prologue recalled Laius' hubristic action of conceiving a son against Apollo's command. At some point in the action of the play, a character engaged in a lengthy and detailed description of the Sphinx and her riddle – preserved in five fragments from Oxyrhynchus, P.Oxy. 2459 (published by Eric Gardner Turner in 1962).[15] The tragedy featured also many moral maxims on the theme of marriage, preserved in the Anthologion of Stobaeus. The most striking lines, however, state that in this play Oedipus was blinded by Laius' attendants and that this happened before his identity as Laius' son had been discovered, therefore marking important differences with the Sophoclean treatment of the myth, which is now regarded as the 'standard' version. Many attempts have been made to reconstruct the plot of the play, but none of them is more than hypothetical, because of the scanty remains that survive from its text and of the total absence of ancient descriptions or résumés – though it has been suggested that a part of Hyginus' narration of the Oedipus myth might in fact derive from Euripides' play. Some echoes of the Euripidean Oedipus have been traced also in a scene of Seneca's Oedipus (see below), in which Oedipus himself describes to Jocasta his adventure with the Sphinx.[16]
At least three other 5th-century BC authors who were younger than Sophocles wrote plays about Oedipus. These include Achaeus of Eretria, Nichomachus and the elder Xenocles.[17]
The Bibliotheca, a Roman-era mythological handbook, includes a riddle for the Sphinx, borrowing the poetry of Hesiod:
What is that which has one voice and yet becomes four-footed and two-footed and three-footed?[18]
Later addition to Aeschylus' Seven against Thebes[edit]
Due to the popularity of Sophocles's Antigone (c. 442 BC), the ending (lines 1005–78) of Seven against Thebes was added some fifty years after Aeschylus' death.[19] Whereas the play (and the trilogy of which it is the last play) was meant to end with somber mourning for the dead brothers, the spurious ending features a herald announcing the prohibition against burying Polynices, and Antigone's declaration that she will defy that edict.
Oedipus was a figure who was also used in the Latin literature of ancient Rome. Julius Caesar wrote a play on Oedipus, but it has not survived into modern times.[20]Ovid included Oedipus in Metamorphoses, but only as the person who defeated the Sphinx. He makes no mention of Oedipus's troubled experiences with his father and mother. Seneca the Younger wrote his own play on the story of Oedipus in the first century AD. It differs in significant ways from the work of Sophocles.
Some scholars have argued that Seneca's play on the myth was intended to be recited at private gatherings and not actually performed. It has however been successfully staged since the Renaissance. It was adapted by John Dryden in his very successful heroic dramaOedipus, licensed in 1678. The 1718 Oedipus was also the first play written by Voltaire. A version of Oedipus by Frank McGuinness was performed at the National Theatre in late 2008, starring Ralph Fiennes and Claire Higgins.
