"Spike, I said no!" Midnight yelled at her serpent familiar as he wriggled and coiled around her limbs and torso. "And stop that. You're starting to annoy me."

The little serpent didn't stop. He felt ice cold. Winter was hard on the little cold-blooded animal. "I'm freezing, Midnight. Just the head, please. You made me this way, you should know that I'm vulnerable to the cold."

"Go and curl up in a blanket, but I won't let you do 'that'." She grabbed her familiar and shoved him away from her. "I'll be on my way for now. Behave while I'm gone, and take care of the library."

"But Midnight, a blanket is just not the same. I need something hot, something moist, please," he pleaded while trying to entangle her again, but she wouldn't let him.

"Enough!" She grabbed a pouch, and put on some warm boots and a black coat with Queen Nightsong's symbol emblazoned on the back. "Expect me back in three nights. I have important business to take care of. You'll find bits in my bedroom if you need food or anything else of importance. Bye Spike." With these words, Midnight left the library, leaving a freezing feather-winged serpent behind.

The serpent was in pain, other than most other reptiles who just felt weary in the cold. He tried to take shelter deep inside the folds of Twilight's blanket, but the dry texture bothered him beyond the endurable. Next, he tried to let in a warm bath, but something had been wrong with the heater in this damn tree, and he couldn't carry out his plan without a unicorn to help him. He even attempted to cook water in a pot and pour it into the bathtub when it was hot enough, but his tail lacked the dexterity he needed for this task, causing a few puddles on the floor. Furthermore, there were no pots big enough for him to curl up into. 

As he wanted to give up and just endure the stinging coldness, he heard the doorbell ring. His savior arrived in the form of a yellow pegasus. He instantly entangled her torso and left shoulder and let his forked tongue run over her cheek.

*Meep* "Oh, my, Spike. What's wrong?" Fluttershy asked, showing a concerned expression after she'd recuperated from the initial shock of being caught by a predatory creature. 

"I feel so cold, Fluttershy. Please, I need a warm place to hide. I can't endure it any longer," he hissed into her ear.

"Why aren't you in bed then?" she asked, not trying to get him off of her. He wasn't really hurting her, or hindering her movements, so she sat down on a sofa.

"I despise that dry feeling on my skin. It feels so itchy— that's almost as terrible as the cold. Can't I stay in your warm place?" 

"W-what do you mean with 'my warm place'?" She couldn't shake the feeling off that she exactly knew what he meant.

Spike didn't hesitate. He was desperate. "Let me curl up deep inside you, between your moist folds, inside you sanctuary."

"Sp-pike, I could never... I mean... does it hurt?" She saw that the little creature was in pain. Even though she didn't realize it herself at first, the thought of having his long, slender body enter her was exciting for her."

The serpent didn't expect that the shy pegasus would give in so fast, but he knew of her kind heart, and he also knew that he was going to make use of it mercilessly. Therefore, a smirk spread over his slender face, and he hissed into her ear, "But no, Fluttershy. I'd never hurt you. I'll go really slow, and stop as soon as I'm far enough inside. It'll feel good for you, too. I promis~sse"

"W-well, i-if you say that. I just can't let a little creature like you suffer, can I?" She smiled nervously at him.

Spike put all of his charm in his voice when he said, "Touch my skin, Shy. It'll feel good. Just lay down, close your eyes, and enjoy yourself. You've earned it for being such a kindhearted mare, and for granting shelter to an unworthy familiar, such as myself."

The pegasus lay on the sofa, letting her hand run along Spike's skin. It felt slick, like a snake, except for his soft feathered wings, but she knew that he could tuck them close to his body. "It's okay, little one. Mommy will take good care of you," she cooed, her cheeks turning rosy. She kept imagining this creature entering her, and the thought increased her excitement.

"I'll make you nice and wet before I go inside you, so that you can enjoy yourself even more." With these words, he slid towards her lower body. She spread her legs just a bit and he could clearly see her already glistening folds. "You seem to be excited," he stated the obvious and smirked in his mind as he saw how her cheeks became even redder at his words. She squeaked in the cutest pitch when she returned a barely noticeable nod.

He moved his head closer to her entrance and flickered with his forked tongue around the edges, eliciting a moan from her. Then he concentrated on licking the little nub at the upper side of her love. Fluttershy squirmed on the sofa, trying to hold back more moans from bursting out of her. When Spike saw her attempts to stay quiet, he said, "Just let it out. We're alone here. I'm going to make you squeal and moan like you've never done before."

He stuck his tongue between her lips, caressing the inner side of her labia. This time, she let every sound out freely, signalizing her pleasure. Spike couldn't believe how wet the mare had become. It induced him to stick the tip of his head inside, parting her lips slightly and bathing his snake-like nostrils in her endearing scent. He slowly coiled deeper inside, continuing to lick as much of her inner walls as he could.

Fluttershy felt him spread her insides. He was gentle, so it felt mostly exciting, yet still a bit strange. "Please Spike, go slow, but don't stop. You feel so good inside of me. For Nightsong's sake, don't stop." The serpent obeyed. The thought of making this meek pegasus go wild clouded his mind. He slowed his advance, and instead concentrated on bending in every direction possible, stretching her insides. "Yes, please, more," she begged, her voice interrupted by constant moans of delight.

She had never before felt a living being deep inside her innermost, curling, wriggling, and coiling around. His snake-like skin rubbing her walls, sending small shocks of euphoria through her whole being. The ecstasy caused her to squirm around on the sofa in rhythm with her lover. She guided one hand to her right breast, cupping and gently fondling it while playing with her nipple.

In the meantime her other hand slowly found its way along her curvy body and rested for a moment over her mound of Venus. She could feel him moving through her skin and bit her lip while increasing the intensity with which she caressed her breast. She moved her hand further down and began to rub her clitoris, causing her to shiver and letting out an especially loud moan at the first touch.

One third of Spike's body was already deep inside of the pegasus' love. His wings had made it inside without complications. However, he now was in front of her tightly clenched cervix. He didn't want to hurt her, so he continued wriggling around, sending waves of pleasure through his host. He enjoyed the moist walls massaging his whole body almost as much as she enjoyed his wriggly movements. "Spike, I'm so close, please, more. I want it. I want more. Coil around. Twist my insides. Make me cum!" she screamed, begging in desire.

He continued his efforts in pleasuring her with unpredictable, wild movements while licking the outer walls of her cervix, which clenched down on every touch of his tongue. "I'm there Spike! I. Am. Cummmmm~iiiiing," she screamed at the top of her lungs. Even without her screaming, Spike would've noticed— her walls clenched down on him, nearly squeezing the life out of the little serpent, and a little gush of sweet liquid wet his face, even more than it had already been. Fluttershy arched her back in orgasmic bliss. She pinched her nipple hard, not bringing pain but only more excitement, and she fiercely rubbed her clitoris, feeling like she'd died of pleasure and was currently ascending into heaven. 

Her orgasm lasted for several seconds, and all the time, while hoping to survive the squeezing, Spike watched her cervix, which was clenched shut even harder than before. As the spasms and shudders of pleasure subsided, and Fluttershy came to rest, a strange and sudden feeling caused her to squeak and look between her legs. The rest of Spike was gone, and she felt a sudden pressure in her deepest parts. The little serpent has taken the chance to slip through her cervix, which was relaxed after her climax, and coiled up inside her womb.

"Spikey?" she asked uncertainly. Placing both hands on her slightly bigger belly, she asked with audibly higher and cracking voice, which only told of her panic, "How long do you want to stay inside there? Spikey?" However, soft vibrations told her that the serpent was already snoring happily. "Oh dear."


The end