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“And the Cutie Mark Crusader camping trip has begun! Keep up, Spike!” Sweetie Belle cheerfully lead the pack.

 

Spike was lagging behind, carrying a large bag. He grumbled under the weight of the majority of their supplies. He wasn't sure why he agreed to tag along with the three fillies for their excursion. Well, maybe that wasn't a fair thing to call them, they had grown quite a lot since the days of their endless adventuring to gain their cutie marks. They had since graduated school, begun work, and moved apart as adults would do, especially when both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had traveling jobs. But a bond such as theirs couldn't be so easily disbanded, so they made sure to come back together and do something fun whenever they could.

 

So Spike was surprised when Apple Bloom came to the castle gates and asked if he wanted to go on a camping trip with them. Sure, he liked hanging out with them, they were a lot of fun and the only ones close to his age he could relate with. But even as they got older and mellowed out, they could get really annoying if exposed to in large quantities. For his own sanity, Spike hoped he could handle it.

 

At the same time, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were wondering why they had asked Spike to come along. Yeah, he was a funny little dragon and generally very helpful, but he wasn't a part of the group. After all, dragons couldn't get cutie marks, which made him not a true member to the organization. But they had their suspicions. Sweetie Belle was the one who first suggested the idea, and judging by the way she had been mentioning and reacting to him recently, there was one pretty big possibility. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo coyly grinned at each other, both thinking the same thing.

 

Sweetie Belle, somehow also aware of her friends' thought processes (they were in-sync with each other at all times), attempted to drive the conversation to a different place. “So...any of you seeing anything interesting? Nature is a really fascinating place, there's bound to be something cool.”

 

Scootaloo sighed. “Sweetie Belle, we're in the middle of the woods. You're not going to find much of interest here unless you really like trees.”

 

Apple Bloom took offense to that. “And what is so wrong about likin' trees?”

 

“You know what I meant. These don't even grow fruit or anything, they're just...there. All they're doing for us is giving us shade.”

 

Spike chimed in with facts. “Well, these are oak trees, so beside the general benefit to nature they provide through photosynthesis, they have some of the best quality wood when cut down, making them ideal for fires.” When the three girls all turned to him confused, he answered, “Hey, just because I didn't go to regular school doesn't mean I don't pick up more than enough from Twilight.”

 

They had no problem imagining Twilight rambling on about trees in her spare time, so they accepted the explanation. Sweetie Belle wanted to keep it going, though. “Does Twilight always go on about useless topics when you're around?”

 

“Oh yeah, all the time. I've heard facts about weather patterns, marine life, mythology, magical history, anything really. It's not helping me much in my daily life, but I've got just enough patchwork knowledge to survive a trivia game.”

 

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom rolled their eyes and dropped the subject, continuing on their trail until Apple Bloom stopped them. “Hold on, this is a pretty good clearin'. Seems like a good spot to set up our camp.”

 

The other 3 saw no reason to argue, and Spike was all too happy to drop his bag. Now that they had chosen their land, Apple Bloom took over as leader. “The sun should be going down soon, so we need to do the necessary work now. Ah'll set up the tents, Scootaloo will make the fire pit, Sweetie Belle can clear the ground of rocks and sticks, and Spike will get firewood.”

 

“What? Why do I have to get the wood alone?”

 

“Because you're a dragon, ya'll are strong enough to handle it by yourself. Or am I wrong?” Apple Bloom leaned in close, smiling because she knew she had him.

 

Spike grumbled. Even if he still had the body of the same baby dragon he was 8 years ago, he wasn't going to back down from the challenge, not when his manliness was being tested. “Alright, I'm on it. And when I come back, you'll be impressed. Just you wait.” Spike walked backwards out of the clearing to keep eye contact, until he unceremoniously fell backwards over a rock. Quickly jumping back on his feet, he held his arms up and attempted to win back lost points. “Dragon scales, I'm not hurt. It'll take more than that to stop me!” Despite his outward appearance, he was embarrassed by his folly enough to scamper away to avoid the stares.

 

Now that Spike had gone off, the core Crusaders had their privacy, which made it the perfect time to ask Sweetie Belle a few questions, and Scootaloo was leading the interrogation. “Okay, Sweetie Belle, time to start talking. Why did you insist we invite Spike to come along with us?”

 

Sweetie's eyes grew wide as she started sweating nervously. “W-what are you talking about? Isn't he our friend?”

 

“Yeah, he is, but we're just curious. You've been talking about him a lot recently, acting strange around him, and first proposed the idea he tag along. What's your game?”

 

Sweetie looked between Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, both waiting for an answer, and realized she wasn't going to get out of this. She sighed and defeatedly replied, “Okay, but you have to promise to keep this a complete secret, Crusader's honor.” When her friends did the necessary hand motions to swear their secrecy, she obliged. “Fine. The truth is, I kind of have a crush on Spike. He's a really cute dragon, but after his failure date with Rarity a while back, he's been avoiding romance entirely. So, I suggested we bring him along so I could prove to him I could be his girlfriend. Now, you promised not to tell him!”

 

Apple Bloom waved her hand. “Yeah, yeah, we remember. It's just that Spike seems like a strange choice. Ah thought ya still had a crush on Button Mash.”

 

Sweetie Belle blushed hard and shook both her hands in front of her. “How did you know I thought that about him?” When her friends' blank stares gave their answers away, she felt compelled to explain. “Well, I did, but I'm not entirely sure now. He's still a nice guy, I think he would be a good boyfriend, but I don't think he's really romantic material. I want my first boyfriend to be romantic, like Rarity's books say it should be.”

 

Scootaloo seemed confused. “And...you picked Spike? I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm following.”

 

Before Sweetie could respond, loud footprints echoed nearby, interrupting her. When she turned to look, she saw what could only be Spike's legs, but his entire upper body was concealed by the large pile of logs he had. He dropped them on the dirt once he was close enough, and dusted his claws off. “Alright, I think I got enough. What do you think?”

 

He was met with the three wide-eyed fillies, their mouths agape. Apple Bloom was the only one able to respond. “Spike, that's...actually really impressive. How did ya carry so much in one go? We were expecting ya to make a few trips.”

 

Spike shrugged. “Well, what can I say? I may still be small, but I've got some strength in these dragon muscles. Don't underestimate me.”

 

Sweetie Belle nervously avoided eye contact as her mind filled with fantasies about the young dragon. She was now even further convinced she had made a wise choice in crush.
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Night had fallen, and the woods had created an atmosphere of solitude, serenity, and possible danger. In the center of this darkness was a small sphere of friendship, illuminated by the warm light of a fire, burning strong enough to ward off the outside environment and keep the circle pure. Or at least, warm enough to cook the marshmallows they were roasting.

 

The four were stuffing themselves on s'mores as they told ghost stories around the flames, a better pastime now that Scootaloo had gotten over her fears of scary stories. It was a fairly standard way to spend a camping trip, but they were having fun. They were laughing, getting into acting out the stories they tell, and all around enjoying each other's company. Sweetie Belle was sitting close to Spike, who didn't mind her company.

 

The fun was stopped in its tracks by Apple Bloom standing up and making a statement. “Can you hang on a sec, I gotta go take a leak.”

 

Spike's mind immediately went blank when he heard her say those words, and he couldn't process what was happening. He stammered, “Y-you have to w-what?”

 

Apple Bloom looked at Spike, unamused but confused by his outburst. “Take a leak. Ya know, pee? We've been out all day, and ah ain't gonna wait any longer to go.”

 

Spike continued to stammer, not getting the words out properly, but backpedaling on his statement. “N-no, I know what you m-meant, it's j-just...I wasn't mentally prepared for this happening.”

 

Scootaloo only sort of understood Spike's concern. “Well, what were you expecting? We're gonna be out here for a while, did you think we could avoid this little inconvenience? Speaking of that, I need to go too, so hurry it up.”

 

Apple Bloom walked behind a nearby bush, where she unbuttoned her jeans and placed her hands around the waist before squatting down and hiding herself from view. Despite this, Spike still couldn't help but avert his eyes, seemingly out of respect, but he knew it was pure embarrassment over what was happening right near him.

 

Thankfully for him, Sweetie Belle was siding with him. She whispered, “Don't worry about it, Spike. She does this all the time when we're out, working on the farm really doesn't give her shame in this sort of thing. Though, I think it's a good thing you're here, because she'll usually just do it in the open. I guess she's at least kind of embarrassed about being exposed in front of a boy.”

 

Spike wasn't able to vocalize a coherent response, the best he could muster was a forced agreement. He was far too busy being focused on keeping his composure. After all, only a few feet behind him, was the unmistakeable loud sound of splashing from Apple Bloom. It was incredibly distracting, and he was fighting to stay somewhat proper. The struggle was hard, as was something else, as the growing bulge on the front of his shorts was attesting to.

 

After agonizing minutes of silently sitting and waiting for Apple Bloom to finish, she finally concluded her business. Spike breathed a sigh of relief the same time Apple Bloom did, and he was so happy that it was finally over. That is, until he heard Scootaloo exclaim, “Damn, Apple Bloom, how much can a girl like you hold in? Alright, move out of there, let me use it already.”

 

Spike wasn't able to look at what was happening, his focus now again on keeping away from the girls. It was torture, and his resolve was starting to falter. As much as he was trying to keep his inner thoughts where they were, Sweetie Belle took notice, and became a bit concerned. “Spike, are you okay? You look a little pale and freaked out, it's a little hard to tell with the low light.”

 

Spike turned to face her, but only enough to see her and no one else. “I-I'm fine, Sweetie Belle. It's just...it's been a long day, it's getting late, and this weirdness happening now is making me feel a little tired. I think we should probably go into our tents soon.” Sweetie Belle nodded and turned a little away from him, when Spike swore he saw her crossed legs press together and shake. His mind immediately jumped to one possible explanation, but given that he was also dealing with Scootaloo's loud splashes, he pushed it out of his mind before the thoughts became unbearable.

 

Finally, Scootaloo finished with herself, and Spike and Sweetie Belle turned back in that direction as she walked out from behind the bush, finishing pulling her shorts up and zipping them again, allowing Spike a little too much a view of her panties and cutie mark, not that she cared much. Sweetie Belle yawned and put her arm around Spike's shoulder. “Well, me and Spike agreed we're ready to go to bed for the night. Come on, we agreed the two of us are sharing a tent.”

 

Spike normally would have protested, or at least questioned, when this decision was made, and why his vote was not included. Not that he minded, he always considered Sweetie Belle to be the least annoying Crusader and the one he liked being around the most. Now, though, he was more than happy to get away from the scene that just concluded next to him, and retreat into the tent with the girl he didn't have to listen to answering nature's call.

 

Apple Bloom looked at what was left of the fire and shrugged. “Fire should burn out on its own now, so ah think we can pretty safely hit the hay now. Good night girls, and Spike. See ya'll in the morning for more adventurin'.” She and Scootaloo opened the flap to their tent and entered, leaving the other two alone outside.

 

Spike attempted to follow Sweetie Belle into their tent before she stopped him. “Uh, could you wait outside for a minute while I get changed into my pajamas? Not that I can't trust you not to look, but I'd feel more comfortable with you outside while I'm nearly naked,” she awkwardly asked.

 

Spike nodded and stood outside, standing near the embers of the fire to stay warm as Sweetie Belle closed the flap. Now that she had privacy, she grabbed her crotch without hesitation. She had been consuming just as many liquids as her friends, making her need for release just as bad as theirs, if not worse. Rarity's influence had some effect on her younger sister, to the point where she couldn't feel comfortable using the restroom in the middle of the woods. Not that she hadn't done so in emergency situations in the past, but now was different. Now, she had Spike to worry about. Besides the utter shame she'd be putting herself in doing something so private around her crush, but his reaction to her friends' reliefs meant she'd be putting him in an awkward situation too. It was inevitable, she knew that, but she couldn't bear to do anything about it now. She'd have to tough it out for as long as she could and think of something in that time.

 

A tapping on the tent's door kicked her out of her thoughts. “You almost ready in there, Sweetie Belle? I want to go to sleep already.”

 

She quickly obliged his request, taking off her day clothes and putting her pajamas on before calling out, “It's safe, Spike, you can come in.”

 

The tent opened as Spike entered, ready to fall asleep. He quickly threw his shirt off, forcing Sweetie Belle to look away to avoid fantasizing about his body. That also meant she missed him kicking his shorts off, leaving him in his boxers until he put his pajamas on. Once he was set, he climbed into his sleeping bag, started the good night calls that reached the other tent, and they all fell asleep.
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Sweetie Belle woke up in a panic. She wasn't sure what vendetta Princess Luna had with her, but she had to have a dream about her on a raft in the middle of a river, which included an oh-so-lovely view of a raging waterfall. Even in the realm of dreams, she was completely at the mercy of her agonizingly painful bladder, which was not lessened upon waking. She was holding herself hard inside her sleeping bag, and knew there was no way out of it now. It was either outside or in her pants, no other option.

 

As quickly as she could manage in her situation, she gently slid out of the sleeping bag and carefully stood up. But even that was too much for the poor young mare, as those simple and slow motions were enough to cause her bladder to spasm, making her leak a little into her panties. It was a pretty small amount, but it was felt, and she was incredibly worried.

 

She opened the flap to the tent, and took one step outside. It was still dark. Really dark. There was no remaining light from their fire left, and while the moon had made its progress down to the point where its light was hidden behind the thick trees, the sun was nowhere close to rising. If these were normal circumstances, she could have used her horn to illuminate the immediate area, but that was not feasible under the pressure she was experiencing.

 

Sweetie Belle considered her very few options. She could accept defeat, wet herself and deal with what that entailed. She could do her business directly outside the tent, and hope it dried up before morning. She could venture off in the darkness for more privacy and risk seriously hurting herself or getting lost. None of these were anything close to ideal, or even acceptable, but she was deciding which of these was the least of the evils.

 

Or...she had one other possibility, one that could avoid all of the problems with her current choices. She could wake Spike up and have him help her. His dragon nightvision would allow her safe passage a distance away, where she could safely do what she needed to. It seemed like a good option, but it still had one flaw; she really didn't want to have Spike be a part of this. It could only be embarrassing to both of them, and it was entirely possible it would ruin her chances with him forever.

 

But then again, would it be any worse if he woke up and saw that she had wet herself? She would look terrible either way, so she really should take the one where she could avoid an accident and the one Spike could understand. Even with that, her anxiety over the situation was making her hesitate on a decision, wasting precious seconds of control.

 

Sweetie Belle finally caved in, not willing to embarrass herself further than what was necessary. Gently, she tried to wake Spike up, tapping his chest with her foot. Stretching one leg out was not helping her out in the slightest, but it was better than bending down low enough to use her hands, not even considering what it would do to remove them from their current holding position. When Spike was refusing to rise, Sweetie Belle got frustrated and stomped hard, kicking Spike in the ribs.

 

That was enough for the dragon to take notice, as he woke up coughing. He quickly surveyed his surroundings, and found Sweetie Belle's foot hovering over him. “Sweetie Belle, what in Tartarus are you doing?!” Just as the outburst left his mouth, he saw the rest of Sweetie Belle, most notably her crossed legs, hands buried between them, hunched over, and horrible panic on her face. Spike's heart started beating faster, it got harder to breathe, and he went speechless.

 

She didn't have the time to say much, but she managed to force out her command. “Spike...I need to go really bad...help me, please...”

 

Spike had absolutely no idea how he should respond to this, especially when his mind went to some very naughty places on the thought of “helping her”. “B-b-bu-but, y-you...h-huh,” he stammered and spat out. His mind was racing, hitting every possible scenario it came across without spending any time on an individual one.

 

Even with that, he couldn't help but take special note of just how much Sweetie Belle was struggling against herself and shaking under the pressure. Sweetie Belle really had grown, hadn't she? She had gotten taller (which Spike was not too fond of, he didn't like a girl his age taller than him), her voice had evened out even if she was still prone to squeaking every now and again, and, more relevant to Spike's interests, she had...filled out. Sure, her breasts were not nearly as big as Apple Bloom's, but she certainly wasn't flat-chested either, and she had a beautiful booty most other mares could never have.

 

And now she was standing above him, her hands pressed very fiercely against her pants, her arms pushing her boobs together and making them appear nicer. Even if she was in agony, it was...well, it was cute, and he found himself unable to resist that. He sighed and resigned himself to his fate. “Alright, Sweetie Belle, I've got you.” He stood up and walked outside the tent, where he realized how dark it was. Not that he couldn't see well enough, but he could tell that his partner would be having a few problems, so he grabbed her shoulder with his claws and led her away.

 

He tried his best to stay calm under the circumstances, but it wasn't easy. Sweetie Belle was doing nothing but struggling in his grip, letting out constant moans, cries, and an occasional Sweetie Belle squeak. It was hard to listen to, knowing his friend was in pain. Not to mention, all of this was giving Spike a few odd feelings, deep inside that he was really hoping he could keep inside..

 

After only a minute of slow walking, Sweetie Belle wriggled free from Spike's hold. “Oh, Spike...I can't wait any longer, I have to go now!” The amount of panic in her voice was astounding, as she bounced in a final push of holding. “I'm begging you, please don't look!”

 

Panicking himself, both due to being an accessory to the situation and because she yelled at him even if she didn't mean it, Spike turned around completely. Because of this, he couldn't see what was happening, but he could hear it. The same sound that he had to deal with earlier, the same sound that was haunting his dreams that night. Sweetie Belle, peeing really loudly, so close. It was maddening.

 

Listening to Apple Bloom and Scootaloo relieving themselves earlier was bad enough, and he struggled not to out himself during it. But this, this was so much worse. The other two had some distance on him, far enough that their sounds were quiet enough to be bearable. Sweetie Belle was only a foot behind him, and she was loud. She had to go so much worse than her friends, and it was obvious. Spike was breathing heavy and sweating, forcing himself to not do anything inappropriate now.

 

Sweetie Belle, squatting on the ground and unleashing the contents of her bladder in a forceful stream, was feeling relief and ecstasy that she had never felt before, not at these levels. She couldn't help but moan happily in the feeling of the moment. And every time, she blushed hard and covered her mouth to keep quiet. Even in the happiness she had, she was still incredibly ashamed of what was happening. This was a last resort she only took out of horrible desperation, and she knew it.

 

And of course, she was really scared of the boy standing directly next to her. Spike was her friend, and she could trust him to be a gentleman and not look. But even so, his mere presence was enough to make her nervous. What if this act made Spike too uncomfortable to hang around with her anymore? She hoped that Spike was above that, that he could be her knight that Rarity's romantics promised her love would be, but the pessimism was clawing away at her.

 

Spike was visibly shaking, his mind fighting his body, to decide what he should be doing right now. Sweetie Belle, directly behind him, bombarding his ears with the constant splashing, the distinct smell of urine overflowing his nostrils, it was all too much for him. His developed mind relinquished command to his primal instincts, as he turned back and began to stare at the mare in her compromising position.

 

Sweetie Belle's eyes had since adjusted to the darkness, allowing her some vision, but she was too preoccupied with herself to take notice of Spike's change of heart. It wasn't until another minute later, when she finally ran dry and her stream sputtered to a halt, where she could put her attention towards other things. She still had one little problem, so she looked at Spike and asked, “Hey Spike, can you get me a leaf to wipe myself with?” That was when she saw the dragon, staring intently at her. It took him almost 10 seconds to realize he had been caught, and to start reacting accordingly.

 

Sweetie Belle felt betrayed. Spike had seemed like such a perfect guy, proper and nice. And here he was now, acting like nothing better than a complete pervert. She stood up, not bothering to pull her pants and underwear up first, and slapped him across the cheek. It ended up being harder than she intended, but she didn't regret the extra force. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SPIKE?! YOU PERVERT!” She yelled loud, probably louder than she ever had before.

 

The shock of her shout was enough to bring Spike back to his senses. He went back to his original self, and began stuttering his answers again. “U-u-u-uh-o-oh...” His eyes were darting between Sweetie Belle's death glare, and her lower regions, which she was still neglecting and leaving exposed. It didn't take long for her to catch that, causing her to bend back over and pull her pants back up, her stare never leaving Spike.

 

Spike felt like his soul was being pierced, and he found himself unable to lie or hide anything. Defeatedly, he confessed. “S-sorry, Sweetie Belle. I really shouldn't have done that, I know it was wrong. It's just...I-I couldn't help myself.”

 

Sweetie Belle was not letting off the offensive, but there was a strain in her voice, like she was fighting back tears. “But why? Why would you do something like that? Why couldn't you 'help yourself'?”

 

Spike really, really wanted a way out of this. He just wanted to escape now, anything to avoid having to reveal his deep secret. But he knew Sweetie Belle, even if she wasn't as forceful as her friends, she would make him tell. With no easy way out, he defeatedly gave in. “Okay, fine, I'll tell you. Just...please keep it a secret, it's hard enough for me to share this with you. I'm serious, Pinkie Promise!”

 

Sweetie Belle went through the necessary chant and hand motions to swear secrecy. Spike sighed and continued. “I...I have a fetish. I was trying to keep it secret, because I think it's embarrassing and I thought I would just get laughed at if I ever told. But you've backed me into a corner, so...” He breathed in heavily, trying to summon the courage to finish his sentence. “It's...I like thinking about girls...peeing,” he quickly spat out to get it over with. His eyes were closed, not wanting to see Sweetie Belle's reaction, and he only assumed it was bad.

 

When he forced himself to look again, Sweetie Belle wasn't disgusted or furious or anything he imagined. At worst, she was confused, and she was going to ask the questions on her mind. “Y-you...like thinking about girls...doing that? B...but why?”

 

Spike grumbled and muttered under his breath, “See, this is why I didn't want to tell, because I have to go through this.” He began speaking up again, “I don't know why! All I know is, I was thinking of Rarity once years ago, this situation came into my head, and I ended up loving it! Even after our breakup, when I promised myself I'd get over her, she was just too hot to forget. And since then, I've thought of other girls in the same circumstances, and it was just as good each time.”

 

Sweetie Belle wasn't sure how to take in what she was being told, but one part of that stuck out. “Other girls? You think of other girls besides my sister? I mean, I know you tried to forget her, but...I thought you gave up on relationships with anyone.”

 

“Well, I don't think about them as often or as fondly, but yeah, there are other attractive girls. Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and...” He muttered something under his breath, inaudible.

 

Sweetie Belle leaned in a little closer to hear. “Who was the last one? Come on, you can tell me, I already promised to keep the secret.”

 

Spike groaned. “Ugh, it's you! You! I have a crush on you too! But then I had to go and do this stupid thing, so you probably wouldn't even consider me anymore.”

 

Sweetie Belle was taken aback hard. Spike had a crush on her too? “W-why did you tell me this before!”

 

“Why? Because how did you want me to break that to you, 'Hey, Sweetie Belle, I have a crush on both you and your sister, also, I totally love thinking about you two peeing, preferably next to each other'?”

 

Sweetie Belle didn't know how she was expected to respond to that. “Okay, maybe you shouldn't have said that, it's really not something I need to think about, but...alright, come closer.” She grabbed his arm and pulled.

 

Even though her voice and demeanor had calmed, Spike was still expecting to get hit again. He felt he deserved it, so he closed his eyes and stepped closer, close enough where he was almost touching Sweetie Belle. He braced himself for the strike.

 

The last thing he was expecting was a kiss, a forceful one directly on the lips. Not a quick peck, a loving make out, one that never seemed to break away.

 

Spike's eyes flew open, and directly in front of his face was Sweetie Belle, enjoying the moment. He pushed her away in surprise. “Sweetie Belle, what are you doing?!”

 

Her eyes still half closed, she gently put her finger over Spike's mouth. “Isn't it obvious, you idiot? You can be so blind sometimes, I like you too! I've wanted to tell you for a while but...you have a point, it's hard to tell your crush how you feel about them. That's actually the reason I invited you on this trip to begin with, so I could impress you and start a relationship.”

 

Spike started blushing, hard enough that it was visible through his scales. “Y-you mean it? You really like me? So...am I forgiven? I know it was wrong, but is it all better now?”

 

Sweetie Belle was ready to say yes, but a thought struck her. Rarity had taught her that while she needed to be delicate, she also needed to be assertive to get what she wanted. She smiled deviously. “Oh, I'm not so sure, Spike. Even if we like each other, I think you still need to really see what you did. And as far as I know, there's only one way to properly do that. You've been doing the same things we have, drinking just as much and haven't stepped away. So how badly do you have to go now?”

 

Spike knew what Sweetie Belle was trying to pull, and he didn't feel comfortable with doing it. Not that he would say that, he'd sound like a complete hypocrite, so he'd have to make up an excuse. “H-heh, well, sorry to disappoint you, but dragons can hold a lot more than ponies. So...I'm pretty good now.”

 

It wasn't a complete excuse. The first part was true, dragon bladders were closer to the size of an alicorn's than a normal pony's, allowing him a day or two between bathroom visits. His lie came in where he claimed he didn't have to pee. Maybe he really didn't, he couldn't tell completely, extreme arousal could fake the feeling, but he had that feeling now.

 

Somehow, through witchcraft that Spike couldn't hope to understand, Sweetie Belle saw right through his lies. “Come on, Spike, if we want to have a good relationship, we need to be honest and open with each other. If I want to understand and accept your...interest, I should see it first-hand. Can't you do that for me, please?” She puppy-dogged her eyes, a skill she had remained a master of even as she grew, and clasped her hands together to maximize cuteness.

 

Spike was starting to give in, but he had one last card to play. “Well, I know that you're getting used to the darkness, but you still can't see as well as I can. It would be a waste of time to make me do this if you wouldn't be able to see it well enough.”

 

Sweetie Belle gave up on the cute act, growing tired of Spike avoiding her request. She went blunt, wordlessly making her horn illuminate, more than enough to completely light up the area around them. She stayed silent, but her face was enough to tell Spike his game was up.

 

Spike realized this, too. He had nothing else to fall back on, nowhere to escape to. He was going to have to expose himself to Sweetie Belle. “Sorry. I know I shouldn't be doing this to you, considering what you did for me...even if it was accidentally.” He turned towards the trunk of the closest tree, and Sweetie Belle moved herself to the best vantage point.

 

Spike bit the inside of his mouth, pushing forward despite his embarrassment. He reached down, pulling his shorts' button through its hole, opening up the slit on the front of his pants. He looked over to Sweetie Belle, hoping for one last chance to back out. She instead prodded him further. Sighing, he reluctantly reached through the open pants and pulled the brim of his underwear down inside, though he had no reason to undress himself further. After hesitating one last time, he pulled his expanded dragon dong out.

 

That was enough to completely grab Sweetie Belle's attention. After all, despite her age, she had never seen a male's parts in front of her before, and she was getting an amazing first impression. Even with the verbal abuse he received, Spike remained very erect the entire time, and that was the size that she was seeing. It got her feeling very aroused, putting her in the same position that Spike was in earlier as she unintentionally started drooling.

 

It took Spike a minute to get going, his erection making it difficult to start a stream, but it still happened. It began slow as he forced it through a boner, but it picked up speed quickly as he realized how relieving it was. He wasn't feeling much of an urge to go, but his large bladder size ensured that he was still letting out a considerable volume. He closed his eyes and sighed as he gave in completely, his urine now pouring out.

 

Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle was certainly enjoying herself. Watching intently, she licked her lips as she took in as much of what she was seeing. She wasn't in a position to deduce which part of it was making her hot, but it was doing a damn good job. “Oh, Spike...I think I understand why you like this so much...” Her panties were already considerably damp from her near-accident, but she was positively soaking them now.

 

Spike snorted once in amusement. “Oh, really? Anything in particular you like?”

 

The sight of Spike's little waterfall pouring out, the sound of it crashing into the large puddle he had created, the pungent smell that had made its way to her nose, these were normally things that would either not excite Sweetie Belle, or would outright turn her off. But there was something about what was happening, there and then, that made it irresistible. Maybe it was because it was the boy she liked, or because he was showing trust in her and liking her back.

 

She had years of sexuality on her, she knew about how it worked, and she had spent plenty of time masturbating. But it was so much worse now, she was unbelievably horny, clouding her thoughts and making her latch onto anything remotely sexual happening. It was getting so bad that she couldn't focus, and her magical light was flickering in response. She had to force herself to calm down and keep her horn going, if only so she wouldn't have to miss a second of Spike.

 

Minutes later, Spike's stream finally started running dry, and stopped completely a few seconds later. He shook his penis to get the last few drops off, and admitted to himself that he kind of liked the experience. Maybe he secretly liked being watched doing something so private, he didn't know. “Okay, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Was it good for you too?”

 

Sweetie Belle was still staring at his dragon cock, even if she had been looking at it exclusively for the past 5 minutes. “Y-yeah, it was...amazing. But, um...c-can I...can I touch it?”

 

Spike looked between her face and his dick. “Y-you want to touch it? Really? U-uh, s-sure, you can.” They were both awkward and shy at the moment, inexperienced at this new thing called intimacy.

 

Without saying it, she stepped closer and put her hand on the male part. Not grabbing it, just touching it. She sighed happily, the sound coming out fragmented from excitement. “It's...really handsome, Spike. And...it's really, really big.”

 

He was taken aback to hear that last one. He hadn't seen any other men exposed in real life, as he wanted to keep it, but he had lots of experience looking at porn. He found it hard to believe that his 6-inch length was “big”. Not that he knew what was normal for dragons his age, but he had nothing on a full-grown stallion. But before he could argue the claim, he realized that Sweetie Belle thought he was big. There was no reason he should ruin what she thought.

 

He suddenly grunted and moaned as his lover began gently rubbing him, still not wrapping her hand around it, just petting it softly like she would to Opal. It was feeling amazing to Spike, somehow even better than when he would do it himself. He knew that he would have to repay her, and he did so by pulling the waistband of her pants, letting them fall as he maneuvered into her underwear. His claws made contact with exactly what he wanted to as she loudly announced her ecstasy, her eyes closing and a heavy blush breaking out on her cheeks, a look that Spike, being so close to her face, found irresistibly cute.

 

In this moment of shared clopping with each other, there was an equality, an understanding between the two of them, of what they needed and what they loved. In this complete happiness, they came closer, their bodies touching more as they kissed again. At that moment, they weren't just two kids, they weren't just a dragon and a mare experimenting with love, they were one soul, bound together by their adoration for each other. It was something they never wanted to end.
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Celestia's sun had risen, as Apple Bloom yawned and walked out of her tent to meet the day. The open flap let further light in, waking Scootaloo against her will. She grumbled and accepted it, as she also climbed out. They were the only ones out at the moment, which Apple Bloom noticed. “Shouldn't Sweetie Belle and Spike be up by now? It's far too late for them to be sleeping in.”

 

Scootaloo rubbed her eyes, working to fully wake up. “Apple Bloom, this is a normal time to sleep. Just because your crazy farm life dictates you get up at completely unreasonable hours, doesn't mean everyone else has to do the same.”

 

Apple Bloom pretended not to hear the insult against her daily life as she tapped on their tent. “Come on you two! Get up already, we've got a day ahead of us!”

 

Almost immediately, the tent opened up as the two of them came out, staying close and holding each other. Apple Bloom once again noticed this first. “Well now, you two look happy. What happened?”

 

Sweetie Belle giggled. “Oh, we just had a really good night together. Nothing you need to worry about.” She quickly nuzzled Spike, which led into another kiss.

 

Attempting to ignore what she found a sickening display of affection, Scootaloo leaned in close to Apple Bloom to share her thoughts on what was happening. “They totally fucked last night,” she whispered.

 

“Yeah, no question about it.”

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