>Anonymous's log, stardate datedatedatedatedate 9354394
>Day 1844 in Equestria.
>You awake to the delightful sound of birds chirping, the universal tune that signals the beginning of the day.
>Sleep is great. You feel great. Shit does wonders.
>You sit up, and the morning sun stabs you right in the corneas. You dive back under the covers.
>Fuck this pain. Sun is bad. Shit hurts your eyes.
>No more going to sleep with the curtains wide open..
>After a couple of experimental peeks, your eyes get accustomed to the light and you sit up again.
>A quick shift of the shoulders confirms that you are well on the mend. Hell, you can hardly feel most of the bruises anymore.
>As you slide out of bed and begin getting dressed, you wonder what Spike is doing today.
>Normally such a thought would raise some internal eyebrows.
>Thinking about Spike? What are you, gay?
>Probably. You are not sure. Stuff is happening a bit fast.
>You are pretty sure you now have a cross-species boyfriend.
>As such, thinking about him is going to be the norm. That’s what people in a relationship do, right? Think about each other?
...
>oh gosh spike is your boyfriend
>The thought makes you do an excited little shiver dance as you tug on your pants.
>Jesus, it’s like being pre-teen all over again. But who cares, you’re excited. You feel loved and wanted.
>You figure you might as well go ask Spiky what he is planning to do today, and whether those plans involve you.
>Once dressed, you head to the Reading Area.
>Twilight Sparkle is relaxing on the couch, surrounded by books and idly flicking pages with her magic. She looks up and raises a hoof in greeting, to which you wave back.
>With a quick glance around, you spot no dragon.
"Spike not here?"
>Twilight inclines her head and closes her current book. "He went to the plains near Ponyville to go gem hunting."
“Wait, you know he goes digging up gems and fleecing them?”
>She nods. “He suggested it a few months ago when Rarity mentioned how the gem market was suffering. I helped him out initially, but he’s been hunting solo ever since he was able to smell the gems.”
"Wait, how is the gem market suffering? You can find them practically four inches below the soil around here."
>The unicorn simply shrugs. "I think Rarity mentioned something about gem-rich areas falling under feral dragon control, but it's really a question you should put to her."
>You raise an eyebrow, seeing a nice opportunity.
"Really, the great Twilight Sparkle doesn't know something? The end times are near."
>As anticipated, she narrows her eyes at you. "Don't be funny, you."
>You laugh it off.
“But you know, it is funny how Spike never mentioned your involvement in his whole gem hunting thing.”
>At this she rolls her eyes. “Typical Spike, never giving me an ounce of credit.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll bop him on the head for you.”
>You’re almost to the door when Twilight speaks.
>"Why do you need to see Spike anyway, Anonymous?"
>Danger danger. Sweat detected.
>Does she suspect already? How did she know? Does she even know?
>The last thing you need is someone finding out about your cross-species boyfriend. Call yourself a beta or whatever, but you do not want to deal with the prodding and questions right now.
>Besides, Spike was worried about you telling Twilight about his sexuality, which she is bound to figure out if you reveal the two of you are dating.
>Better play it cool. Maybe be mildly truthful.
"Well, Spike offered me a job, of sorts. With the gem hunting thing."
>Twilight seems genuinely surprised. "He did?"
"Yeah, he said he could use the help, and I’m not exactly heavily busy these days."
>"That’s really good news.” She smiles and stands up, trotting towards you. “When did you two agree on this?”
>Well gee, Twilight, it would probably have been last night before we were locking lips and rubbing our bodies together-
“Some time yesterday, forget when.”
>”And how much is he paying you?”
“We agreed to a thirty percent split of the profits.”
>”Shrewd negotiating.” She says with a giggle.
>You just smile, hoping you can leave and avoid any more questioning.
>Suddenly the unicorn rears up on her hind legs and envelops your waist in a hug.
>Despite being fairly petite things, these horses are pretty tall once they stand up.
>Slightly bemused, you pat her head.
“What’s this?”
>“A congratulatory hug.” You hear her say. “You’re taking the final steps towards coming out of your seclusion, Anonymous.”
“I guess so.”
>She leans back slightly, her snout still sporting a gentle smile.
>”You are not longer sitting in your home alone, bouncing a rubber ball against the wall. You’ve come a long way. Together, we’ve helped you reaffirm yourself and your confidence.”
“What’s this we business?”
>”You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I guess. We really ought to thank the rubber ball.”
>She chuckles. “I think a black eye was a small price to pay for having Anonymous back in my life.”
“Two black eyes, remember?”
>You both laugh, Twilight returning her head to your stomach for another hug.
>Thinking on it, you realise she is right. No more hiding away and feeling sorry for yourself. You live with your loved ones, you eat good food, and now you have a job of sorts.
>You have also had an emotional rollercoaster and subsequently gained a boyfriend who happens to be a scaly dragon, but that’s by the by.
>Where is that rubber ball anyway?
>Thinking back, you remember pocketing it last night after it sent you tumbling. But it was no longer in your pants when you put them on.
>A mystery is afoot.
>The unicorn sighs, her forelegs tightening a little around you.
>You think your hug quota is filled enough. With a cough, you pat Twilight’s mane.
>”Oh!” She releases you quickly and returns to all fours, giving you an apologetic smile.
“I should get going. I don’t want to be late on my first day.”
>”I’ll expect you both home for lunch, then?”
“Depends on what we’re having.”
>”More pancakes?”
“Definitely.”
>With a final goodbye, you leave the Library and head in the direction of the Ponyville Plains.
>It takes some willpower to restrain the spring in your step. You wonder if this constant excitement and joyous attitude is going to last for much longer.
>It is most unlike you, but then you are doing things that are unlike you. Such as kissing a dragon. And getting a job.
>For the first time you are doing something and you feel actually happy and ready to do it.
>Is this how normal people feel?
>As you walk, you pass by a large striking building. Carousel Booty, or something. Rarity’s place.
>The mare herself is outside the front door, locked in an embrace with that guy of hers.
>You would make a comment, but your good mood seems to be dampening your cynicism.
>A second later, the two ponies part and the colt walks off up the road. Rarity watches him go before giving a glance around. She spots you and begins to trot forward.
>Oh boy here we go.
>”Anonymous, darling. Good morning to you.”
“Rarity.”
>Her pleasant expression does not falter, even with your rude curtness.
>You might as well make small talk, it’s only polite.
“How are things? Mr. Special treating you alright?”
>She seems to melt slightly. “Oh yes. Alphonse is just the most amazing husband. Caring, considerate, strong and patient. He is everything I could ever want in a stallion.”
>Again, a perfect time for an inner comment, but you just do not feel like it. You are dating a dragon, why bother being disparaging about her choice of weedy colt?
>Christ what is wrong with you
>“Now, may I ask what brings you out here?”
“Oh, I’m just on my way to the plains to meet Spike.”
>“Oh my, of course. Spiky-Wiky still digs up those gems for sale, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah. Apparently the gem market is suffering or something.”
>"Oh, most indeed! Some very greedy and horrible dragons took over the prime gem mines on the other side of Equestria. They refuse to let any ponies take a share of the beautiful stones, the fiends. And to think they could be related to Spiky at all."
>Interesting that Rarity does not indicate any bad feelings for Spike. You guess the poor guy has been tormenting himself about his special pony way after everyone else had forgiven him.
>“And are you joining his enterprise?”
“I’m his new partner.”
>Wait what
“I mean business partner! Business! I help dig gems up and carry them. Really.”
>Jesus fuck was the sun always this hot?
>You force a smile even as you perspire under Rarity's growing concern.
>”Anonymous, are you alright? You’re sweating a great deal.”
”I’m fine. Really. Just not used to...walking this far.”
>Get it together Anon
"Listen, I really have to go, right now. I'm gonna be late meeting up with him."
>"Oh! Go on right ahead dear. Say hello to Spike for me!"
>You are already briskly walking away at her final sentence. Remembering about being polite, you wave a hand to indicate you heard her request.
>That was close. Maybe you aren't cut out for this keeping secrets thing.
>You ought to talk it out with Spike, see if he is ok with coming out to his pony friends. It would take a load off your back and stop you getting sweaty every time you almost implicate the two of you.
>Actually, would not it be both of you coming out to his pony friends? They are your friends too.
>You pick up the pace. No sense in worrying over all this before talking to the lizard.
>After a fair amount of steps, the sparse picturesque houses give way to rolling greens and eventually bare dirt.
>You are definitely on the outskirts of Ponyville now.
>The prospect of meeting Spike puts another lilt to your mood.
>Sure enough, after you round a particular hill onto a flat plain, you spot him.
>Near a couple of spades buried in the ground, Spike is lying on his back, head resting against a small sloped rock.
>Instantly you panic.
>Did he fall? Was he pushed? Is he dead?
>As you running towards him, though, you notice his claws moving in an odd pattern. And he's smiling.
>One raised claw is throwing an object at a nearby rock wall, the other is slapping his stomach.
>Belly bongos.
>He used to do it all the time when he was younger. It was kind of weird how he could create defined percussion beats with his gut.
>You used to joke it was because he was full of hot air. Like a beach ball. It always earned you an embarassed glare from him.
>As you slow to a walk and get closer, you hear the bongo sounds yourself.
>Aging had matured his belly beat into a deep drum. Such succint semantics from the scaly dragon. Great, now you're into poetry.
>Closer, you can also see that the object he is throwing at the nearby rock wall and catching.
>The fucker has your rubber ball.
>Your shoe scuffs on a stone and the dragon's head whirls in your direction, earfins perked and eyes wide.
>The rubber ball, which he had thrown just before your interruption, bounces off the rock wall and clocks him in the cheek.
>You burst into laughter as he stumbles to his feet, alternating between a happy and pained expression.
>"Anon! Ow! Hey! I was just waiting -owwwch- for you to show up!"
"Yeah, sorry I'm late. I overslept. But now I feel wide awake and ready to work, boss."
>He chuckles whilst rubbing his cheek, obviously liking the idea of being your boss.
>His movements draw your attention to his mouth.
>You already begin wanting to kiss it. It's a sudden need that has you biting your own lips.
>Of course, the dragon is ignorant to your sudden lusting and motions around him.
>"I've already started digging some gems up. Nothing too special yet, though. I think with your help I could-"
>You move forward and silence that snout of his with your mouth.
>The rest of his words turn into a mumble as he starts kissing you back, claws clutching at your arms.
>You only break the kiss after you have had your fill.
>You look at your dragon, a blush on his cheeks and his forked tongue hanging cutely out the corner of his mouth.
"I needed that."
>His half lidded eyes merely blink at you.
>"M-me too..."
>The rush in your veins slows a little and you think to strike up conversation.
"So, how's the bongo belly thing going?"
>Your dragon blushes more and huffs. "Y-you saw that?"
"Don't worry, you're too tall now to be a beach ball."
>He grumbles even as you pat his stomach.
>"I wasn't doing it for too long. I just got kind of bored waiting and, well..."
"Oh yeah! You stole my rubber ball. Dick."
>His eyes widen at your tone but he relaxes when he sees you are not really mad.
>"Sorry again, I spotted it near your bed this morning, when I...was watching you sleep. Sorry."
>He laughs nervously, the blush deepening. God he's so cute. So cute you can forgive him for watching you sleep.
>You spot the ball slowly rolling away across the plain, egged on by a gentle breeze.
"You know, you can make it up to me by fetching the ball."
>Immediately he bolts and returns a few seconds later, holding the ball out to you with a smug grin.
>He sure can move when he sets his mind to it.
>You drop the ball in your back pocket and smooth the dragon's headspines as a reward. He shifts his head lower in pleasure against your touch and mumbles more apologies.
"Quit apologising man, I'm not mad. At least I didn't catch you jerking off or anything."
>He eyes peek up at you as he gives you a little fanged grin.
>"Would you like to?"
>The question catches you by surprise. You didn't really expect him to get so forward with you so quickly. You kind of like it.
>You pat his shoulder and give him a nuzzle.
"Maybe sometime."
>He gives you a smile, but you can sense it is a little disappointed.
"I mean, you have to understand, this is all new to me too. Maybe we should take it slow for a while? Just a while, until we're ready."
>With your reassurance in mind, he is already perking up, giving you a nod and a quick peck to the jaw.
>You are very tempted to return one in kind and start the smooching all over again, but you quickly quell the idea. You have a job to do now.
"So, how about we find some gems, pardner?"
>"Sure thing!" The dragon quickly breaks away from you and motions towards the ground.
>What was previously hidden behind the rock on which he rested his head are several pails. One of them is half full of tiny gemstones of various colors.
>"Like I said, they're nothing special. You only really get the larger gemstones deeper down."
>You study the pail's contents for a second whilst Spike retrieves the spades. Picking out a tiny ruby shard, you examine it against the sun before tossing it back with its friends.
"How deep is 'deeper down'?"
>"Hmm, maybe a couple of hooves deep? It can vary on location and history of the land. Like, right here, there was a-"
"Yeah yeah, not too deep, got it. I'd like to get home with some energy."
>You both share a chuckle.
"So where do we start, boss?"
>The dragon taps a digit to his chin and draws in a long breath through his nostrils. He hums, and performs a few more quick sniffs, before suddenly dropping his head and taking off on all fours.
>Bemused, you pick up the dropped spade and follow Spike, watching him snuffle and snort as he follows what you assume is the scent of gemstones.
>You get a nice view of his butt high in the air, complete with wagging tail, as he sniffs out his multicolored inanimate prey.
>Before you were even sure of anything, you appreciated Spike's curvy butt.
>Now you can say it whenever you want. Nice dragon butt. Very nice.
>You already like this job.
>The dragon suddenly stops, sniffing at a specific patch of dirt. He quickly marks the spot with an X and stands up.
>"Right there Anon. There's definitely a huge gemstone. Not too far down, as well."
>Rolling up your sleeves, you get to digging.
>It takes a fair amount of time and effort to shift enough dirt before you spot a glimmer near your shovel.
>Scooping at the area with your hands, you pull out your prize.
>It's definitely an emerald, cut in that weird box shape. It's huge, almost as big as a soccer ball.
>You notice that Spike is eyeing it very closely, a thin line of drool almost escaping his mouth.
"Wait a second, you're not planning on eating this, are you?"
>At your words, the dragon shakes himself out of the stupor. "N-No. Uh, well, sometimes I can't help it. They just look sooo good..."
>Rolling your eyes, you quickly get out of the hole and head for the pails.
"Forget it, lizard boy. I did not just waste time and energy digging this thing up for you to gobble it up."
>You drop the emerald in with its smaller cousins. Spike, having followed you, looks sheepishly at the pails.
>"Sorry Anon. I do try and not eat the big gems, but they're much better tasting than the small ones."
>The poor guy looks so cute, being all upset. You nudge him with an elbow.
"Just make sure to keep that mouth of yours away from our booty, k?"
>Catching onto your gag, the dragon's eyelids lower and he flicks his tongue at you. "Maybe there's another booty you want my mouth on?"
"Down boy."
>You both laugh and quickly hug before returning to work.
>Both of you continue to scour the plains for big and small gemstones, overseeing a single hole together or digging seperately.
>Nothing really compares to the hugeass emerald you both found, although the pails begin filling up with all sizes of gems.
>You have caught Spike staring longingly at them whenever he's taking a break. You are quick to clear his focus.
>The sun soon starts pounding onto the back of your neck as you work. You begin sweating again. But it's real sweat this time, not anxiety sweat.
>You are hunched over another hole looking for any sparkle in the dirt when you hear a sound. Snoring.
>You peek over the top of your hole and sigh in irritation.
>The cute little shit is asleep near the pails again.
>Here you are, doing all of the work on your first day, and he's kicking back sleeping the day away.
>With a grumble you peel yourself out of your top clothes, hoping for any breeze to come along and help you out.
>As you strike at the dirt again, you finally spot a cluster of sapphires. You quickly pick them up and climb out of the hole.
>Walking over to Spiky, you notice his foot is twitching and he's mumbling in his sleep.
>"Mmmnh...Anon...no...go there...yeah...uuugh..."
>You have only been dating him less than a day, and he's dreaming about you. Wet dreaming as well, by the sound of it.
>You'll let it slide, for now. You're mostly pissed about having to work while he naps.
>Running along with your mood, you chuck your sapphires into the pail with a loud clatter.
>It has the desired effect and the dragon bolts upright, eyes wide and fixed onto the overhead sun.
>Instantly he squawks and covers his face. You hear him grumble even as you snigger.
"Having fun sleeping on the job, bro?"
>"I always have a nap around midday." The dragon grumbles, furiously rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. "Stupid Anonymous...stupid..."
>As he peeks out from between his claws, he sees you in your glorious barechested form. His arms drop, all pain forgotten, as his eyes drink you up.
>"Stupid...sexy...Anon..." He murmurs, practically drooling again.
>With a smirk, you try and strike one of those showoff poses. It's gay, but whatever.
"Does my form please you?"
>Gulping, your dragon nods and manages to stand, reaching out a claw.
>Both of you gasp a little as he touches your chest, you from the sharp points of his digits.
>The slightly rough texture of his claw feels somehow warmer than your body.
>The touch feels intimate. Sure, you played ring-a-roses with his Spike's tongue last night, but this feels different.
>And you know you want him to touch you more.
>"So soft...yet firm..." Spike mutters in fascination, rubs the claw around your chest, sending tiny shivers along your muscles.
>The stroking is starting to make your brain fuzzy.
>You ought to say something. Something sexy Anon would say.
"That's not the only thing soft yet firm."
>The stroking stops. Spike blinks, and starts to snigger.
>You blink, only realising just how silly your words were.
>You frown as Spike clutches his sides as the laughter takes over him.
"Yeah yeah, it wasn't that funny."
>Spike is on the ground now, lightly kicking his feet. As the laughter dies down, he sits up and wipes tears away.
>"So Anon, are you like a...mattress?" He manages to say.
"What."
>"Y-you know...a mattress...soft...but firm!" He flings himself backwards again as fresh laughter begins.
"Shut up."
>He keeps laughing.
>In a flash you get on top of him, pinning his arms either side of his head.
>Immediately the laughter stops, his face hot and breath panting as he stares up at you.
"Remember this position? Now you'll do as I say and shut up."
>A cunning glint comes into his slitted eyes. "Make me."
"If I must."
>You lean your head in and meet his mouth with yours.
>True enough, the dragon shuts up.
>Your eyes close as the makeout begins. The world seems to dissolve as your brain kicks back and lets you do your thing.
>You register the feel of Spike's claws against your hands, but it too falls out of reality as your tongues begin dancing.
>If this is how Spike likes to spend his breaks, it could become a permanent thing.
>You ignore Spike's left leg curling around yours, and so are unprepared to be suddenly flipped onto your back.
>Pain explodes around your butt and you yelp. The kiss - and magic - is broken as Spike disentangles himself to look down at you.
>"Anon, what's wrong? I didn't even put it in yet!"
>Wincing, you reach underneath you and retrieve the rubber ball that you had sat on.
>You hold it up in front of you, raising an eyebrow at your dragon.
"Really? 'didn't put it in yet?'"
>He blushes and taps his claws together, avoiding eye contact. "I'm, uh, sorry. I'm not sure how this goes."
>You feel your heart melt a little at his honesty.
>Reaching up, you touch his blushing cheek, drawing his head closer.
>In a flash you reverse positions, now on top of him again.
>Panting, the dragon frowns at you. "No fair."
"All is fair in love and war, Spiky."
>You discard the rubber ball and lean in to nuzzle his snout.
"Relax and let me lead."
>You kiss again, his forked tongue wasting no time to massage your mouth.
>A moan vibrates across his lips as the sharp points of his claws latch onto your shoulders
>Slowly you move your own hands down his sides, enjoying the smoothness of his scales.
>You shiver as you begin tracing the curve of his hips with your fingers, feeling the muscles underneath twitch with every caress.
>Another moan escapes your dragon and you register a heat against your crotch.
>You won't go there. Not yet. You want to savour this. Such a delicious dragon should not-
>"AHEM."
>Your eyes snap open. You see Spike's eyes do the same.
>Together you both look to the side.
>Twilight is there, staring at you both.
>Spike's tongue flops out of your mouth and lays in the dirt.
>Oh shit.
"Oh shit."
>"Owh shht."