Title:           Claw In Hand - Epilogue (NSFW)
Author:          SitOnBooks
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First Edit:      Wednesday 30th of November 2016 06:17:05 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 30th of November 2016 08:31:16 PM CDT

>Anonymous's log, stardate whatever.
>You can't even remember how long it's been since you arrived in Equestria. 5 more years or so, right?
>A lot has happened since then. A lot.
>And thankfully, not a lot has happened since.
>You're back to chill mode and everything is A-OK.
>Right now you're sipping some of your favourite tea in the library, making your way through some fiction you had found
>It's some dumb romance stuff, but a read is a read.
>"Hey Anon, can I talk to you for a second?"
>You glance up from your paper at the unicorn entering the room.
>If it isn't the librarian and resident pone, Twilight Sparkle.
"Sure Twi. What's up?"
>She stops in front of you and starts rubbing a hoof against her forearm.
>Obviously something a little embarassing. You give her the time to spit it out.
>"Well, it's, uh...it's about last month..."
>Last month?
"Hey, if this is about Rainbow's cloud prank, I had-"
>"No no! It's, um, it's..."
>She's really pulling the sheepish card now.
>It's getting a bit annoying really.
>Actually, you feel really annoyed.
>Why isn't she talking to you? Why doesn't she say what she thinks?
>You find yourself standing up, dropping your book onto the sofa.
"Listen, Twilight, I better go. Tell Spike-"
>"Wait! Please!"
>You turn to face Twilight, her gaze locking with yours.
"Twilight, say what you mean. Don't be acting all coy and shit. It's not like you."
>She starts looking even more sheepish, but takes a deep breath.
>"Anon, you've been living with me- well, me and Spike, for a few months now."
>You nod. They've been really supportive of you whilst you've been trying to reintegrate yourself into society.
"What of it?"
>"I'm just thinking, you know, we could...do something."
"Aren't we doing something right now?"
>Your dumb question earns you a head-shaking horse.
>"I mean, we could...go somewhere. See a movie or something?"
>Hold up.
"You mean like a date?"
>This earns you an extreme blush from the bookhorse, but she nods in earnest.
>This is...wow. A date.
"Gee Twi, I don't know..."
>The back of your head itches. You scratch it as you try and laugh.
"I just...I don't know...maybe we could, but..."
>Her face is starting to fall. Oh god, stop. STOP.
"Sure."
>Immediately she lights up and starts bouncing around.
>"This is fantastic! Thank you Anon! A date! A date!"
>What in God's name have you unleashed?
>"We can go to the movies, and then see the sights! And then visit Sugarcube corner for a smoothie! And if everything goes well, we can sit out under the start-"
"Wait, hold on."
>You blink as you feel a lurch in your gut.
>Something is wrong. Something, that you should be thinking about right now.
"What about...or who..."
>Twilight stops and turns to look at you.
>"Don't worry Anon. We're going on a date. Everything is fine."
>You give a sharp look at the unicorn, who's staring at you with a blank expression.
"No. There's something else...someone else..."
>She just stares back at you.
"Spike."
>Twilight just blinks.
>"What about him."
"Spike is..."
>What is Spike to you?
>Why are you thinking about him right now?
>Wait, there was the rubber ball, and the fire-breathing...some shit down on the gem fields?
>Spike.
>Your Spiky.
"...my boyfriend."
>The realisation hits you like a punch in the gut.
>Why did you forget this?
>Why did you agree to a date with Twilight?
>Why is she getting all blurry for some reason?
>"Forget about him Anon..."
"Whait what?"
>"Why don't you forget about him."
"That's dumb, I just can't forget about him."
>"Why."
"Well, because he's my boyfriend."
>"Why!?"
"Twilight, that explains it all."
"WHy!?"
"Can you stop yelling why and tell me what's going-"
>"wwwwwwWWWWWWWWHY"
"Oh, for the love of-"
>Is her head swelling up?
>As her nose grows bigger than your head, you confirm that it is indeed swelling up.
>Heads don't do that. Which means...
>You groan in realisation.
"This is a dream."
>"WHY ANON"
 
>You bolt up in bed.
>You were just having a dream. A dream.
>You try and take some deep breaths, clutching your sides.
>Twilight's massive head.
>You rarely get dreams, but when you do, they are terrifying and hilarious. A deadly combination.
>You blink against the darkness of your room, noting the faint moonlight coming from behind the curtains.
>Must be the middle of the night. Wonderful.
>You bet tomorrow is going to suck simply because you are sleep deprived.
>Not that you have a reason to get up tomorrow.
>Nighmarish Twilights aside, things are still chill.
>Still, no excuse to get apathetic. That's what got you into a mess in the first place.
>Maybe you should take Applejack's offer for farmwork.
>Despite your misgivings, it surely won't kill you.
>Heck, if widdle Appleblum can do it then surely you can.
>A mumble next to you diverts your attention.
>"Mmm...Anon? You awake?"
>You turn and look at the sleepy emerald eyes peering up at you.
>Spike the dragon. Your boyfriend. Sleeping in your bed.
>Both of you are naked.
>Your heart jackhammers, reminding you that this is not a dream.
>Of course Spike is here, in your bed. He likes to stay over.
>Among other things. Yep.
">Anon?"
"Yeah. Sorry. Bad dream."
>Spike give a cute little yawn and stretches lazily under the covers.
>Hold on. All the covers are on his side.
>The greedy bitch.
>"Mmm...that's the second dream this week. You sure you're ok?"
"Yeah. It's nothing to worry about."
>Those eyes of his scrutinize you, before he pats your side of the bed with a claw.
>Obliging, you lay back and stare up at the ceiling, trying to collect your thoughts.
>Step one, stop having dreams. Step two, work on apple farm. Step three, find the rubber ball.
>Seriously, where is that fucking ball? You remember dropping it on the gem fields, but you've been there every day and cannot find it.
>You feel Spike's warmth press against you and his claw rest lightly on your chest.
>"Do you wanna talk about it?"
>You smirk at the concern in the drake's voice.
>You've been dating for weeks now - or was it months? - and you still feel giddy at the care and attention he gives you.
>You are so fucking soft. And you love it.
>You cover his claw with your hand.
"It's just some dumb dream about Twilight."
>"Oh?"
"Yeah, she's all about going on a date, and I agree, but then I remember you're my boyfriend, and..."
>Oh shit, retard Anon alert.
>You're pretty sure you're not supposed to be having dreams about this shit, and then telling your boyfriend about it.
"Seriously, it's just dumb. I'd never do that. Ever."
>You quickly squeeze Spike's claw and rub your thumb against his knuckle.
"Like I would ever forget something like that-"
>Is he chuckling?
>You turn your head and catch the drake trying to hold in a laugh.
>With an exaggerated huff, you push his claw off your chest.
"Well, if you're not going to take this seriously..."
>"Aw come on Anon. You gotta admit it's funny."
"No I don't."
>You pretend to lift your nose in disgust. A bit difficult when laying on your back, but you think you nailed it.
>After a pause, you feel the drake's claw cup your chin and tilt your head towards him.
>Even in the dim light, you can make out the deep pools of his eyes.
>His cute rounded snout, with those lips you love to rub against your own.
>The little earfins that wiggle whenever he's in thought.
>"Hey."
>You snap out of your indulgence, Spike giving you a serious look.
>"It's just your brain being...you, Anon. Twilight and you are still friends, right? So what's the problem? You need to relax."
>You nod, sighing as you feel the tension leave you almost immediately.
>Twilight had sprung this on you weeks ago. All of a sudden, her feelings were aired.
>Both you and Spike had seen it coming, but dealing with it....
>Poor Twi was very respectable. She didn't want to come between you and Spike.
>It was a long and heartfelt discussion. You were glad she decided to come forward, and the matter seemed resolved.
>But...
"But why do I keep thinking about it?"
>The dragon's earfins twitch as he seems to think.
>"I guess, did you ever have a ma-er, human ever want to date while you already had a special somepony?"
>You raise an eyebrow, giving your best 'come on now' look. Spike titters.
>"Okay. Well, maybe it's because this is an unfamiliar situation, and you're trying to puzzle it out."
>You blink.
"Gee Spike, I'm in a land of technicolor talking horses and griffons and donkeys. What part of that is unfamiliar?"
>"Hey, it's just an idea."
>You casually poke the dragon's side.
"Maybe it was the fact it's a talking female horse that's hitting on me. That unfamiliar?"
>"Sh-Shut up Anon."
>You deflect his lazily thrown claw and begin tickling his soft underbelly.
>"Oh oh, I know, maybe it's because I'm bed with a freaking talking dragon, open parenthesis MALE close parenthesis, that I have exhanged bodily fluids with?"
>"HA-haha, A-Anon stop!"
>The two of you roll around on the bed, attempting to out-tickle the other.
>Eventually the battle ends with you on your back and Spike on top, pinning your hands above your head.
>You both take a minute to catch breath, grinning at each other.
>"You are such a meanie, Anon."
>You stick your tongue out in reply.
>To your surprise, Spike replies in kind and extends his tongue to touch yours.
>The forked end tickles yours and you shake your head.
"Gah, alright, truce."
>With a giggle, he whips his tongue back into his mouth.
>"So, what's a parenthesis anyway?"
"Really? Guess you didn't pay attention much in math class."
>"With Twilight as the teacher, would you?"
"...Fair point."
>You both share a laugh, the drake leaning forward to gaze down at you.
>You smile and sigh at the feeling of his body close to yours.
"As dumb as it sounds...thanks, Spiky. I feel better."
>Spike's grin widens, as his mouth descends to yours.
>"Anything for my special somepony...Nonny."
>You are about to comment on how dangerous cheesy that was, but the feel of the drake's lips on yours cuts all thought.
>Since the two of you began dating, many kisses had been shared. From the chaste to the outright mindblowing.
>And yet, the warm feeling in your chest never goes away.
>You return the kiss, earning the drake's hum of approval.
>Despite the usual night chill in the air, you feel your cheeks flush hot as you lose yourself to the kiss.
>Spike takes it further, pressing his tongue against your lips. You acquiesce, and both your tongues mingle.
>His grip on your wrists loosen, and soon he's running his claws through your hair.
>You move your hands to his back, running the palms across his quivering shoulders.
>The heat seems to build, the cold sweat from the dream long gone.
>Sure enough, a lot of heat gathers in that one particular spot.
>Judging by how your drake seems to quiver and rock against you, he's feeling it too.
>Soon you both break for air, his long tongue deftly unwrapping from your own.
>He's had practice since that awkward smooch those weeks ago.
>You exhale slowly as you watch Spike slowly lick his lips.
>In this position, you can tell the dragon is as worked up as you are.
>His eyes seem even bigger, almost predatory as he looms above you.
>Are his scales shinier, or is it just the lighting?
>Slowly, he lowers his head to nip at your earlobe, growling lightly.
>"Mmmm...feel like exchanging more fluids?"
>It's silly, but damn that made your pulse jump.
>You mimic his growl and nibble his earfin, causing him to shudder.
"Didn't we just do that?"
>Another nip, followed by a dexterous lick.
There's a scraping sound and a soft thud. The sound of a side drawer.
>Sure enough, you spot the bottle of good old lube in Spike's hand next to your head.
"What, no dry this time?"
>The dragon growls and raises his head to look down at you.
>"Don't kill the mood, Anon. It hurt. I get it. Can we fuck now?"
>His profanity also makes your pulse jump.
>You rub your hands along his smooth underbelly, gently cupping his excitement.
>Whilst the dragon utters a gasping moan, you lean up and nibble his earfin again.
"Me. Inside you. Like this. Now."
>It takes some shimmying, but Spike manages to apply the lube to the right areas.
>The best part was him applying it to you. Sharp as his claws are, his touch has always been gentle.
>It took a lot to hold back at that point, particularly when he teased the tip with his tongue.
>He quickly stopped, though. The lube tastes awful, apparently.
>Once his fun was over, he quickly maneuvered over you and slowly sunk down.
>His long groan mixes with yours as you enter him.
>Once again, it's not the first time. But he always feels so good.
>He soon starts moving, gently rising and lowering on you.
>You coo as you feel him flex around you, his tail rubbing against your thighs.
>Once he picks up speed, you help him along with honeyed words.
>It doesn't take long before he's moving faster and harder, crying out your name as you hit all the deep points inside of him.
>You grip his hips as you feel your climax building, your own hips moving to meet his.
>With a wordless cry you hilt, holding him still as you fill him.
>A low roar echoes from the drake, his own climax finding him.
>He slowly lowers forward, finding your lips and inserting his tongue.
>The two of you kiss long and hard, still connected.
>You love this, the feeling of him, the scent, the cute fights, the caring tone...
"I love you Spike."
>There it goes.
>The two of you freeze, your eyes finding each other.
>With a lurch, Spike furiously kisses you.
>It catches you off guard, you can only return it.
>Just as quickly, it ends and the drake nuzzles your jaw.
>"I love you too Anon."
>You gently stroke his headspines.
"For as long as I am able, I am yours."
>Your heart twinges, remembering Twilight's words.
>With a soft murmur, Spike kisses your neck.
>"I don't care what happens. How big I get, or how old...I am yours, Anon."
>As the moon lowers in the sky, you both continue to share your love.