Title:           Anon X Spike (Gay) Part 2
Author:          PonyPronGuru
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First Edit:      Monday 22nd of June 2015 11:15:53 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Saturday 11th of July 2015 07:09:30 PM CDT

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>You're really not certain this is the best of ideas
>But he's so sexy
>Spike is wearing lingerie of all things
>It's an intricate baby-doll dress, custom made for his body shape
>He's had that made by Rarity
>And those lacy panties
>Both garments are black and red, contrasting with his purple and green complexion
>He doesn't even do this on purpose, you know it
>He definitely just thinks they look cute and feel nice
>He does not know what its done to your dick
>You were iron
>And you're doing rather your best to keep eye contact with him
>"S-so, you don't mind sharing the b-bed tonight?"
>His claws are bunching up the hem of the dress, his gaze fixed with yours
>He's shy about it
>But, you want to cuddle him
>It has been an awful long time since you've shared your bed with anyone
>Christ, the last time was... before Equestria
>You missed being able to hold someone
>The opportunity now willingly presented itself
>With someone who cares for you and you for them
>Even if it's not romantically
>Spike still looks at you
"Sure, Spike. C-climb in..."
>He brightens, a positively joyful smile etches into his features
>"T-thanks, Anon. I'd rather not be cold or lonely tonight."
>You chuckle, albeit nervously
>You scoot back, as Spike sits onto the bed, then swinging his legs up
>He grabs the covers and drapes them against himself, snuggling into the plump cotton
>Freakin' sexy-cute dragon
"Heh. Night, Spike."
>Ni-night, Anon."
>Several minutes pass
>In fact, probably half an hour
>However, it's an eternity
>Your heart is beating at like...
>Shit, you don't know
>Really fast!
>He's just all snug and sexy in this duvet you're sharing
>Spike's turned the other way, apparently he sleeps on his side
>You feel somewhat perverted to gently lift the covers, thus gaining a better view of his figure
>Hourglass as fuck
>And his applebutt is prominent
>And you shiver
>It really /is/ fucking cold in here, the fuck?
>You run an idea through your head
>Hell, if you can be daring with a bunch of arseholes that want to hurt Spike, you can be daring toward him or anyone else
"Hey, Spike?"
>No response
>You try again
>He gently turns on his back
>You've still got the covers lifted
>Spike doesn't notice this
>The soft bulge is viewable once again
>"Nmm... n'yeah?"
>Here goes nothing
"It's... chilly, even in here. Scoot up to me, we'll pool our warmth."
>You quickly amend that to add
"...If you want to, that is."
>He's very sleepy looking, but nods with a small smile
>"That'a b' nice... s'really not too warm."
>He's half asleep
>But hey, he agreed, he's already backing his butt up to you
>With soft hands, you carefully push an arm under his side and drape the over around his middle
>Fuuuuuck, this is bliss
>How can he be cold?
>His scales are warm
>Smooth as well
>You grin gently, his tail curling around your leg, him cradling one of your arms like a pillow
>You hold him close
>This is wonderful
>And you blush as your erection presses firmly into his lower back
>Just above that gloriously curved applebooty
>Down boy, down
>Oh thank Celestia he's barely awake
>This feeling in your gut
>Damn, you're becoming horny
>But it's more than that, you chest is flipping
>You're cradling him against you
>/Actually/ snuggling him
>Closing your eyes, you focus on sleep
>It's... difficult
>You're in bed with Equestria's sexiest femboy, how can you sleep?!
>You cannot right now
>Unwillingly, you let your free hand slide up to his soft side
>Around his waist and hips, the scales are very warming to the touch, and silky
>Not hard or sharp
>Most of his scales are like this
>It's relaxing to lightly stroke your hand up and down the velvety, scaly skin
>Your height advantage over Spike means you're looking upon him from almost a top-down-diagonal angle
>Meaning from here, even with the duvet back over you two, upto just past your waists, you still see a very slight bulge from between his legs
>And damn, the temptation
>Your hand wants to touch!
>To stroke, play, feel
>Make him moan
>NO. VAULT. NOW
>He wouldn't want you to do that
>Mate, you need to get laid
>Spike probably aint wanting you to manhandle him
>You certainly don't want to hurt his feelings
>Your perverse thoughts recede
>Determinedly, you snuggle him close and clamp your eyes shut
>Sharing your bed was nice, you didn't want to lose that
>Eventually, you do succumb to slumber
>In the morning, you awake to discover you're alone
>Aaaand somehow, thankfully, no morning wood
>If Spike had seen that...
>"Good morning!~"
"WOAHFUCK!!"
>You jump about a foot in the air
>Spike laughs, most amused
>You grumble but otherwise say nothing
>He's too hot to stay mad at
>"Sorry, Anon."
>He doesn't look it, but he comes bearing gifts
>"I made breakfast! I m-mean, it's lunchtime, but, I figured you'd like breakfast in bed."
>Thoughtful lil' dude
"Thanks, Spike."
>You vigorously rub sleep from your eyes
>And mildly take the tray from his hands
>He's dressed colourfully today
>Bubblegum-pink tight fit tee
>Slender denim jeans
>A simple ribbon the same colour as his shirt is tied around his upper arm, another around his neck
>He seems content to watch you eat your food
>"Does it t-taste alright?"
>You smile
"Tastes awesome, lil' dude."
>Theeere's the blush
>He fucking loves that nickname
>Spike scratches his arm, looking at you
>"So... any plans for today?"
>You only just woke up, plans are for the weak
>Like Twilight
"Nope."
>"Oh... cool, I guess. D-does that mean you might wanna spend some more time with m-me?"
>You'd already said you'd keep him compan-- Oh wait, no, you didn't
>He said you would when he was confident
>Now he's shy again
"Course, Spike."
>He nods, as if he just needed to hear you say it again
>Darn broken trust
"You /can/ trust me. I will, honestly. Pinkie Promise."
>"H-heh. Thanks."
"No problem, femdude."
>Seems 'femdude' elicits a bigger blush
>He's crimson, and looking away
>Can't hide your blush from you
>Your breakfast is finished quickly
>Throw off them covers, clothing is needed
>He looks away again
>On goes the previous suit, but at least it's not...
>Oh wait, you did go gem hunting in it
>That would explain the dirt streaks and crumples
>Damn
>Eh, just the shirt and trousers'll do fine
>After you're dressed, you ask Spike if he wants to accompany you
>Of which he does
>You spend your time walking, wondering what you can do to kill more time while you're here
>If Spike could leave the castle, you could both go see a movie or something, or visit a friend
>As it is, castle
>You want to go swimming
>A castle should have a pool
"Hey, Spike, does this castle have a swimming pool anywhere?"
>He seems confused
>"Of course it does, Anon."
>Right, silly you, /of course it does/
>Pools are a required necessity for a castle of friendship
>You smile
"Well then, I'm going swimming, as I got bugger all else to do."
>Spike beams
>"I haven't used the pools in awhile. This'll be nice!"
>Pools, plural?
>He skips on ahead of you
>Not so much a skip, not so much a run, just... cute
>Towards the direction of the pools, you assume
>He leads you around to a grand pair of marble doors
>Took your time getting here
>You're knackered, castles aren't meant to be this long
>Spike rests a hand on his hip
>"Oh come on, wasn't that far."
>Easy for him to say
>He walks the halls daily
>He pushes the doors inward
>Albeit, with a little effort
>And an adorable, 'Hmp!'
>He should of let you do it, you muse, stopping at the very regal view awaiting you
>Goddamn, this place is spectacular
>The room itself has gotta be magical, this place was only on a narrow hallway entrance
>Statues of Celestia, Luna, Twilight, Cadence, and what appear to be older versions of Celly and Luna, adorn edges of the pools as fountains
>The pools themselves are wonderfully spacious and steaming, very inviting
>There's a waterfall, that's cool, it streams down from a mosaic wall of the original elements of harmony
>Underneath there's a small alcove
>Around the edge it looks like there's rushing water through a canal
>No way, rapids!
>Damn, this is awesome
>Must of cost like, 2 million bits or something
"Last in's a rotten egg!"
>Waste no time laughing at Spikes confused expression as you leap into the air, balled up
"CANNONBALL!"
>And splash
>Hoahyes that's warm
>You can hear Spike panicking
>"Anon! Anon, you're still clothed!"
>Psh, you know it!
>You resurface, taking a mouthful and spitting it out in a silly manner
"Course I am, my clothes needed a clean!"
>Speaking of clean, this water was extremely clear, so clear and clean it had that unique look of lightning passing through the waves
>Ponies don't have chlorine, you assume it's magic
>Magic explains everything
>Or, well, magic is science we can't explain, as Twi said once
>Whatever, Spikes laughing at least
"Come on in! Water's great!"
>You chuckle, doggy paddling to the edge and pulling yourself out
>Heavier due to the clothing you wear
>Yeah, you might want to strip down and grab some trunks
>Did ponies even wear trunks, or swimming wear for that matter?
>That actually begs the question, Spike is wearing clothing all the time now, you only just realised
>Spike's modest, unlike other ponies
>He's got to have some trunks
"Hey Spike, do ponies wear special clothing for swimming?"
>He seems puzzled
>"Not really, why?"
>Huh... well, you'd rather not go naked
"Do you have any trunks I could borrow?"
>"Any what?"
>Shit, your boxers would have to do
>"Do you mean like, swim-shorts?"
>That sounded promising
"Yeah!"
>He smiles and nods
>"Mhm, I got an old pair you could use, m-might be a bit tight though, I'm not exactly your size."
>They'd do
>You start to throw wet clothing off
>Spike leaves to grab the gear
>This place is nice
>Need to come here more often
>You idly splash the warm water about, waiting for Spike's return
>You note the changing rooms to the side of the room, gathering up the wet clothing
>You chuck them into one, onto a bench, and sit down
>While you wait, a song plays in your head
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-Op1Mng4oY
>Spike returns with your 'swim-shorts' after a time
>He hands them to you, and you close the door of the changing room
>Damn, these aren't girly like his other clothing, thank god, but they're small
>Manage to shuffle into them
>The room provides a long mirror on the wall
>You turn to the side
>These trunks are tight, but 'shorts' are the correct term for them in any case
>They stop halfway down your thigh
>They're also made of some weird rubbery material
>Although to be fair, you're not sure if Spike had these when he started wearing tight clothing, because they're really... presenting
>You're not a 'massive' guy, but your package looks big in these
>Trick of the light, you suppose
>They'd do
>Leave the room. slightly shivering, run straight into the water
>Blessed warmth
>Spike's still changing
>You swim around for a few minutes, even try out the rapids
>Fast as hell
>Dive underwater, smile at the mosaic patterns of sea-ponies upon the walls and floors
>Now, when you emerge, you splutter water at the most glorious sight you're gazing at
>Spike
>But... fuck
>He's not wearing trunks, no
>No, he had to be sexy didn't he?
>Black and gold triangle bikini top
>Black and gold side cut bikini bottoms
>Clearly custom
>Anon.exe has stopped working
>Boner.exe application launched
>Bloody hell, is he trying to kill you with sexy?
>Those bottoms are snug against his hips, and cut into his thighs just so, his bulge is prominent, less so in black, but still so damn nice
>The bikini top is tight against his chest too
>So much UNF
>This is going to be burned into your memory forever
>And that's not bad
>Quite the opposite
>Spike smiles shyly
>"Rarity made it for me, said it'd make me prettier."
>You don't reply straight away
>You take your eyes off that bulge too
>And you swim around to look less ridiculous than just staring
>You manage to find your voice
"I'd agree with Rarity, very... feminine."
>You almost said beautiful
>Sexy, beautiful, hot, it all applied though
>Either way, Spike likes your answer
>"Y-you think so?"
"Of course, I don't think I've ever seen anyone so..."
>What was the word they used here instead of womanly?
"...Marely?"
>He beams
>"Oh, thanks, Anon! T-that means a lot."
>Score
>Now, Spike was apparently going for the gold in the sexy Olympics
>Because he didn't jump in
>Of course not, not womanly enough
>He smoothly walks over the ladder that leads in
>And he turns around to climb down, into the water
>HNNG
>Take the gold, please! Take it! Just stop the sexy from killing you!
>His arse was bloody perfect in those bikini bottoms
>The humidity of the room had already made his scales sleek and shiny, making him look oiled
>But that effect, on his gorgeous applearse, while wearing bottoms that cut in just slightly to the pillowy cheeks?
>It was too much
>Before he turned around, you couldn't help a small stroke over your titanium dick
>That was it though
>You quickly retreated to the fountain behind you of Twilight
>The water hitting the crystal clear water made it froth, and thus, hid your... alertness
>That statue of Twi stared down at you, judging you
>You can't help it if Spike's a fucking Goddess of Sexy!
>Leave off, statue
>Spike dives underwater when he gets in
>Thank god for this frothing water
>He resurfaces, making a cute face
>"Oh, heated pools are awesome."
"Totally."
>The section he's in only comes up to his waist, so he wades over until he gets into the deeper area
>His swim is smooth
>He dives again
>He's under longer this time
>You see him use his arms in a point and use his legs to propel
>Like a water snake
>You want to swim too, although you also just want to soak
>And you're not swimming with this boner
>Nah, you let the fountain rain down on your head like a shower
>Spike comes up right next to you
>"Boo!"
>He doesn't scare you as you saw him coming
>But you feign it
>He giggles, going over to a ladder and climbing out
>Fuck, he's now wet and sexy
>You're going to get a show each time he enters and exits
>Spike grabs something you can't see from a container next to the pool
>It turns out to be an inflatable rainbow ball
>He throws it towards you, it landing with a small 'plish' where it hits the surface of water
>If you move fast he's not going to notice your mast
>He'll be paying attention to the ball as well
>You pull yourself to it, taking it in your hands
>Spike grabs a few other things and throws them in
>He then gets in via ladder again, and you don't take your eyes off his body until it's mostly submerged and you're looking at his head above the water
>You throw the ball, and he leaps to catch it, landing deep with a splash
>He does the same, laughing
>Before the game can properly begin
>In comes Twilight
>"Ah, there you are, Spike!"
>He waves to her while the balls flies back to him--
>"Hey Twilight!"
>--And bounces off his head into the pool
>Twilight smiles, trotting to the edge
>"I thought you'd left the castle, I was worried."
>Spike beams, throwing her the ball
>"Nope, here like you told me."
>The ball is caught in her purple haze of magic
>She shoots it fast into the air
>You leap for it and miss, making a loud splash
>Twilight moves around to where steps lead into the pool and wades in
>"I think I'll join you for awhile."
>She turns to you
>"By the way, the problem is dealt with, Anon."
>You and Spike fix your gazes on her
"Damn, that fast?"
>"Oh right! Go Twi!"
>She does raise a hoof
>"But! I still think it best you stay here for today, Spike."
>He pouts adorably while wading to grab the ball
>"No fair, Twilight! If the guys that hurt me are dealt with, why do I need to be cooped up?"
>She smiles softly
>"It's just in case, and just for tonight."
>He sighs
>You cut in
"What if he came along with me?"
>Twilight looks to you again
>"I'm not sure."
"Well, come on, if the guys are sorted, and I'm with Spike, he'll be fine. I'd planned to drop by AJ's and help her out, it'd be nice to have company."
>You hadn't actually planned that
>But Spike was excited
>Twilight rolled her eyes and sighed herself
>"Fine... as long as you be careful."
>Spike grins, chucking her the ball
>The game continues
>Time passes
>You decide to head into town after you start to grow wrinkled like a prune
>Spike doesn't show such effects, but happily gets out to join you
>Twilight flies from the pool, drying herself with magic
>She does the same for you and Spike
>"Thanks, Twilight."
"Yeah. So, join us in town?"
>Twilight shakes her head
>"No can do, Celestia needs my help on diplomatic matters."
>You grin
"Can't share?"
>"It's not my place to tell."
>Oooh, top secret
"Whatever, you have fun with that, then."
>She nods, trotting to the doors
>"I will. Stay safe, you two."
>After she's gone, you almost fall over from being tackled by Spike
>"Thanks! Your input helped so much! She wouldn't of let me out the castle otherwise!"
>You smile, returning his tight hug
>If he were the opposite of himself, he'd probably be crushing you with how hard he's squeezing
>You're becoming a tad too liberal with yourself around him
>Noting this as a hand is resting just on his curvy waist, the other, on his other hip, but, almost lower
>You almost don't care
>Almost
"Heh, c'mon, we gotta go, daylight's burning."
>You release him, to which you see his smile lessens
>He likes hugs as much as you do
>"Mhm, s-shouldn't we get changed?"
>Pft, he was super sexy like this, and you weren't uncomfortable in these tight rubbery swim shorts
>Plus, you were definitely coming back to the pools afterwards
"Nah, let's jump back in the water once we come back, if you like."
>He likes, nodding
>Spike leads the way, much to your satisfaction
>You're more watching his arse jiggle as he walks, than you are watching the hallways
>You can follow the bouncing of his butt to get out the castle
>Boing, jiggle, boing
>Unf
>When you do get outside, you're pleased like no ones business
>Erect too
>These tight shorts don't help matters, but you can just blame it on them
>'Nope, no erection here boss, just tight shorts making it look just so.'
>Exactly, brain
>Spike is completely happy walking around in the womanly swimwear
>He gets a few odd looks but otherwise no one comments except to say hello in a friendly manner when he waves to them
>You loved how accepting these ponies were
>You stop suddenly as a voice calls out
>"Yoohoo! Darlings, over here!"
>Ah, Rarity
>"O-oh, um... hey."
>And Flutters
>You turn to see them cantering over to you two
"Hey girls, how you doing?"
>Rarity flips her mane, as usual
>"Just fine, darling! Did Spike enjoy those ge-- OH! Spikey Wikey! You look simply beautiful in that outfit!"
>He blushes, seeming extremely interested in his feet all of a sudden
>"H-heh, thanks, Rars, y-you made it, you know..."
>She beams, circling him with a keen eye
>"Oh, I know, darling, but to see it in everyday use, it's lovely! It fits your form so well, snug in the corners and fitting to your curves!"
>You'll say
>"I-I think so too..."
>Flutters adds in
>You're certain Spikes scales are supposed to be purple, not red
"They're right. You are lovely."
>Rarity smiles again, and directs a coy look at you
>"Oh of course, I do believe you'd think so~."
>She circles him again, nodding with approval, then examining you
>"Hm, I also believe that was a prototype I made for Spikey, that you're wearing, Anonymous."
"Yeah, I had no swimming-trunks, so Spike lent me these."
>"Oh, you simply must let me make you a pair that fit your style!"
>Oh god no
"Heh, nah, that's fine, Rar--"
>"No, no! I insist, darling! I'll get on it after my line is out! Ohhh~ To think, what could it use..."
>And she's off, leaving you alone with Spike and Fluttershy
>She trots up to Spike, giving him an affectionate nuzzle-hug
>He returns the comforting hug
>"Y-you really do look beautiful, S-spike. It's wonderful to see you again."
>He idly scratches her behind an ear
>"Same to you, Fluttershy. Would you like to come with us? We're going to see AJ."
>She shakes her head
>"O-oh, no, I can't. I was going the same way as Rarity, but I'm on my way to buy some food for my animals."
>Shame, her company would of been welcome
>After you've bid your farewells you're off again
"Ugh, she's going to make me clothing..."
>Spike laughs
>"She does make good clothing."
"For mares, yeah."
>He blushes
>"Well... I-I'm not a mare."
>Oh, you left that one so open, Spike
"No? Could've fooled me, lil' femdude. You're certainly prettier than any mare."
>Score, he's beet red again
>"S-shut up, you don't mean t-that."
>Evasion! Take hunting action!
>Lock on target!
"Oh, you know I do, Spike."
>He's still blushing, now he's playing with the loop hanging from his bikini bottoms
>"N-no you d-don't..."
>Go in for the kill!
>Take down the target!
"Yeah, I do. Honestly. I look at you, and I see a gorgeously stunning dragon that is more beautiful than Canterlot's top model under Hoity Toity. Hell, lil' femdude; you should model for Hoity Toity. You're bloody perfect."
>Oh damn
>You went to compliment town for a party
>And you got fucking wasted
>Spikes smiling spine to spine, and trying to hide his face in his hands
>Spoiler alert; it's not working
>"I... don't... b-but... ugh, thank-you... "
>He really can't handle the truth
>He stops
>"W-why do you s-say these things?"
>Huh?
>"Those stallions... t-they said everyone hates 'things' like me... And I do see ponies staring... t-they're nice, but b-behind my back, who knows w-what they say?"
>Fucking arseholes, making your dragon doubt himself
"Listen to me, Spike. Those stallions are either upset they can't measure up to you, or they're confused."
>He himself looks confused
>"I-I don't... explain please?"
>Does he not see how an awful lot of ponies look at him?
>You do, obviously, you're in their position too
>But you know he's seen among mares and stallions as a marvellous being
>But back on the point
"Basically; you got 'cuddlers' as you lot refer to stallions that like stallions, right? Well, I suspect that's why those stallions were hating on you."
>He doesn't buy it
>"Why?"
"Because either, one or all of them are cuddlers, and they're confused, and don't want to admit it."
>"They're in denial?"
"Yeah, basically. That's one of the theories anyway."
>"What makes you say that so easily though?"
"Back on my planet, things were the same. Hell... I was the same."
>He seems taken aback by that
>"You... you're...? You d-didn't... do what they did, d-did you?"
>Immediately placate him
"Oh, no no, god no. But I did shout a lot, and cry."
>"Why?"
"Because it wasn't socially acceptable."
>"But... why?"
>You sigh, scratching your head
"It was just the way things were."
>You look at him, eye to eye
"But it's not like that here. Here it doesn't matter to most ponies if a stallion or a mare like someone of their own sex. That's why I'm certain as to why they hurt you."
>"I see... Do you think maybe Twilight susp--"
"No. But I will let her know my theory, it is scientifically proven, after all. On my world, in any case."
>"Y-yeah... O.K."
>Back to the point, again
"But anyway, Spike: You're perfect the way you are. You're gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, kind, compassionate. All those things and more. No any single being has the right to take that from you, or say you're not."
>He's back to blushing
"You lack confidence, it's clear. And maybe those arseholes are the cause, but you have those that care. Twilight and your friends. ...Me. We all love you, we all care, and we like you just the way you are."
>You smile, as Spike tackles you into a hug
>You're very surprised when he kisses you as well
>Straight on your lips an' all!
>That, you didn't suspect
>You don't return the kiss, but you don't push him away
>When he himself pulls away, you're just stuck with a goofy smile
>"Y-you... you didn't tell me /you/ were a cuddler..."
>You can't help but laugh
"Strictly speaking, I'm not, I play for both sides. But you never said anything either. I guess by that kiss, that I know your outlook now?"
>He blushes again, heavily
>"Well I... y-yeah... I thought it w-was obvious..."
>You could laugh at that, but you don't
>You're genuinely happy to know Spike's for the stallions
>Makes you feel better that you keep sneaking peeks
>He's feeling awkward now, you can tell
>You're not feeling that at all, you're bloody ecstatic
"Come on, lil' femdude, we gotta get to AJ's."
>He looks greatly thankful for the change of situation, jogging ahead slightly and resuming pace
>Jiggle, jiggle, bounce
>You can't help it, you have to make him squirm
>"I mean it though, you're bloody beautiful."
>Ah, the reaction to compliments on his figure are so priceless
>He swats at you gently, trying to shut you up
>But you're not discouraged
>You continue to explain in great detail just how lovely he is, all the way to Sweet Apple Acres
>By the time you arrive, Spike's as red as the apples that hang on the trees
>You spy Applejack by now, she's coming to greet you
>She stops a few metres from you with a grin
>"Howdy you two. Fine day!"
"Heya AJ."
>"Hey there, Applejack!"
>She gives a tip of her stetson and moves back towards the farm with both of you in tow
>She speaks to you over her shoulder
>"Ah'm glad y'all decided to make an appearance. As it happens, Mac n' me are havin' a hard time liftin' a fallen tree. The storm last week blew the darn thing over n' we aint been able t' move it since."
>AJ knows when you show up, you mean to help
>No wonder she gets right to business
"Sure, you might have better luck with us there."
>"Ah hope so, Earth ponies got strong legs, but Mac n' me kickin' it don't budge it much. See how them human muscles do, huh?"
>You laugh
"Probably not much better, but it's worth a shot."
>Spike nods
>Applejack takes you over past their home and the barn, into the fields
>You pass countless crops, not just apples
>'Sweet Apple Acres' was a fancy name because the apples were good, didn't mean it was all they grew here
>You learned that the hard way when AJ got tired of the joke
>You can see Mac already, he's shoving the tree at its edges, not moving it much at all
>He looks knackered
>AJ shouts to him
>"Macintosh! We got help!"
>He looks pleased by that
>He shouts back
>"Eeyup!"
>Classic Big Mac
>Even if you're only wearing a pair of trunks, you're more than able to push on a tree
>You gather with AJ on one side, with Mac on the other
>"On three, y'all!"
>"One!"
>"Two!"
>"Three!"
>The three of you groan as you try to move the tree with all your might
>It shifts slightly
"Damn, here I thought it'd move."
>Well, it /is/ a really large tree
>"Ah was hopin'. This oak's been standin' 'afore Granny Smith was a filly, it's a biggun' all right."
>You all try again
>And you near on strain a muscle in your shoulder trying to budge the thing
"Ah, shit... time out."
>"Y'alright there?"
"Yeah, just, tense muscle."
>You flex your shoulder with a concerned Spike looking on
>"I'll help, Anon."
>Cute, but no
"It's fine, lil' femdude, we'll move it, eventually."
>"But you hurt yourself."
"Nah, shoulder's a little tense is all. Come on, you two, let's try again."
>AJ nods, but pats you with a hoof
>"Don't go strainin', ya hear? Ya don't need no pulled or torn muscles. Heck, yer strong, but y'aint supermare."
"Duty noted."
>Lining up again, Macintosh wedges his shoulder against the tree, with you an AJ on an end
>"Aaaan' push!"
>Halfway through the action, you release, pain lancing through your shoulder, taking in a breath, the muscles in your upper back burning horribly
"Shit. Sorry, back's done in too much."
>AJ shakes her head
>"S'fine, already said don' go hurtin' yerself none. Tree's jus' gonna have t' stay here awhile."
>Spike, in his sexy swimming wear, steps up to you with a determined face
>"Let me try, Anon, you're hurt."
>It's simply adorable
>Why not?
"Heh... I guess. Go on then, but don't you pull anything."
>At least you'll see his feminine physique bugle with what muscle he has
>Should be sexy
>Mac, AJ, and Spike take position
>And they push
>...
>Oh, what in the actual fuck
>The tree is shifting rapidly
>Spike has one arm under the wooden trunk, and one over, pushing with all his effort
>Apparently lil' femdude is a weightlifter or some shit
>As it groans, scoring through the dirt, AJ and Mac almost fall over as Spike shoves the tree pace by pace, quicker than they're pushing
>When they realise Spike's moving this tree by himself, they stop, awestruck
>Spike's womanly body is steam rolling this thing
>His eyes are focused on the tree
>The soft muscles of his legs and back, arms and waist, are all prominent, but it looks as if he's just pushing a medium sized crate
>Goddamn
>He's... not really even trying
>As you watch that glorious arse bounce with each step taken, you also watch where he's going
>You think Spike's not going to stop, but he does when the tree is pushed into a small grassy area that had nothing growing in it
>He stands up straight, a fine sheen of perspiration filming his body, and he smiles
>"There you go..."
>Applejack raises an eyebrow, then bursts into laughs
>"Celestia darn it, Spike! Yer a gosh darn machine!"
>Yeah... like, a sexy machine
>"Eeeyup."
>You add in your two bits
"That was certainly something. You didn't even strain with that did you?"
>He allows himself a small smile, looking to the ground
>"Well, I did, sort of. ...Itwasn'tthatheavy..."
>What?
>Seriously?!
"You're something else, Spike. Outstanding."
>Femboy, Goddess, and now Amazonite
>Unf
>Applejack saw fit to celebrate this with a few rounds of cider
>She even gave you some heavier stuff to dull the pain in your back
>During this small celebration, something nags at your mind though
>You pull Spike to one side as AJ pours another for Mac
"Hey, Spike... if you're, you know, that strong... Then, why--"
>He cuts in
>"--Why didn't I stop those stallions?"
"Yeah."
>He looks into his drink
>"...B-because I would h-hurt them, badly."
>He then meets your gaze
>"I-I'm a dragon, Anonymous. I don't even need to t-try with strength. B-but I'm not a monster."
>Ah, alright. Yeah, you understand
>You hug him, releasing him after a time and taking a swig of your drink
"I get it. You could of told me, though."
>"I... d-didn't think it was important."
>You laugh at that
"Didn't think despite your size and appearance, you could probably bench press two of those trees?"
>He giggles somewhat nervously
>"H-heh, I guess..."
"I'm worried about hugs now."
>"W-wha? I-I wouldn't hurt--"
"That was a joke."
>He relaxes
>"Oh... good. I like hugs with you."
>He says that with a blush
>He's tipsy
>So adorable
>You move a free hand around his waist, pulling him inward for a cuddle
"I like hugging you, as well. You're... very soft. Which is odd, because you've got scales."
>He laughs at that
>"I moisturise."
>Yeah, no shit
>You're stroking his back and it's so damn silky
>You fail to notice he's blushing because you're essentially feeling him up
>"A-anon... what..."
>Huh?
"Yeah?"
>He blushes again and shakes his head, leaning into your chest
>His breathing levels out after he drains his cup, you embrace him and smile stupidly
>"Nothing... just, hug me, please."
>Can do!
>You fall back and sit down a little too fast, taking Spike with you
>Applejack bursts out into guffaws at your drunken antics
>"Awh, shoot! Ah think yer cider may o' been too strong!"
>Mac agrees with a smile
>"Eeeyup!"
>Meh, tasted good
>You notice you have a gorgeous purple dragon draped around you
>Oh, right
>As you're sitting now, Spike already snuggled up to you in a tight cuddle
>His arms are under yours and meet around your back
>His head is nestled against your chest again
>You're just kind of... sprawled there
>But it works well enough for the action known as hugging
"Today was fun."
>Spike agrees with a hum
>"Yeah..."
"How late is it?"
>"Not very, why?"
"Twilight's probably expecting us back at the castle before sundown."
>Spike bolts upright
>"Darn it! You're right!"
>Whoa, hold them little horses, femboy
"Psh, no worries, femdude, we can walk back soon."
>He slumps relaxedly
>"Yeah, I guess."
>He snuggles against you again
>Your hand drifts from around his waist to his leg, softly gliding over the scales
"Soft..."
>Spike just hums in confirmation
>So you continue to enjoy the silky feeling
>Applejack stumbles on over
>"Hey'all... Me n' Mac may of drank a bit too much on account o' it bein' a day off fer us tomorrow..."
>"So uh, ah'm gonna sleep..."
>She then promptly leaves the room
>Oh, right, yeah, you're in the kitchen, apparently
>Why are you leaning against a sack of flour?
>Meh, comfy enough
>Spike's tail is idly flicking about
>You think to catch it
>It makes him laugh to see you attempt that
>You can't catch it though, he's too fast
>...Then he stops
"Ahah! Your tail is mine."
>Why'd he stop though, that was fun
>"H-hey, Anon?"
"Hm?"
>"I-I... um..."
"Yeah?"
>"Do you... like me?"
>What kind of question is that?
"Well yeah, course I do, lil' femdude."
>"N-no... I-I mean... like..."
>Spike's shaking a little, his tails back to flicking about
>"Do you... /like/ me?"
>What is he going on about...?
>Your brain's not...
>/Then/ it clicks
>Oh
>...
>...Oh!
>...
>...OHHH! OKAY
>That's right, Goddess here's a cuddler, isn't he?
>That makes sense
"Ah... I see what you mean... Uh... yeah! You're pretty, and you're nice, and you're... Spike."
>That seemed to please him
>"You really mean that?"
"Well yeah... wouldn't say it if it weren't true."
>You're rather confused about all this, of course you like the lil' bugger
>He's cute, attractive, sexy, gorgeous, kind, playful, and... dozens of other things that brain isn't pulling up right now because he's kissing you
>Wait
>Wait
>He's kissing you
>Again?
>He already kissed you before you got here
>Then again, you suppose this is more of a proper kiss than that other one
>What substitutes a proper kiss?
>'Dude! Shut up! Snog him back!'
>Oh, sure thing, brain
>You comply with brain
>Spike's trying to invade your mouth with his tongue
>And you've been denying him because you're an idiot thinking on what is a proper kiss and what's not
>So you allow it postehaste
>You also allow your own tongue to roll over his
>Darn, Spike's tongue is... really long, and forked
>Your hands travel, one supports Spike by resting under his waist
>The other... well, it'd been too long looking at that bountiful butt and not doing anything about it
>You spare hand strokes over and up his sleek leg, sliding around his waist
>You promptly move downward, taking a handful of that gorgeously pillowed arse
>The action makes Spike moan in a very un-manly manner, spurring him into the kiss-gone-snog session a little more
>His tongue is exploring your mouth quite well, wrestling your tongue into submission very easily
>Your attempts to placate this unknown enemy are stopped immediately
>Your mouths part and connect again every few seconds
>Spike breaks apart for air with a heavily blushing face, going back to squeezing you in a tight cuddle
>"That was... nice..."
>Oh definitely
>Your other hand is playing with his other cheek now
>He doesn't object
>Hell, he shifts and moves on top of you
>So...
>Here you are, Anon
>You're leaning against a sack of flour, in a kitchen, with a femboy marvel kneeling around your waist, with your hands firmly playing with his arse
>Didn't expect that one, did you?
>Spike's making a sexy face
>"K-kiss me, Anon..."
>Yeah... gonna have to say 'yes' to that, Spike
>You adjust yourself upward into sitting position, with your hands around him
>You push your lips against his, absolutely adoring the little moan that it elicits
>His arms have moved to around your shoulders
>He's certainly getting into this, what with his hips gently grinding against you as your kisses connect and detach
>Your hands are still playing, kneading his very lovely posterior
>But alas, all good things must end
>As you suddenly remember things
>You break the next kiss apart much to Spikes dismay
"Spike... this is great and all, but we really do need to get back to Twilight."
>He seems to sober up with that thought in mind
>"Oh... y-yeah."
>But hey, this won't be forgotten anytime soon
"Don't think I'm done with you, though, lil' femdude."
>You say it in a friendly manner
>Spike blushes again, so you assume he understands your meaning
>He gently rises off of you, which gives you a face full of Spike-bulge
>Unf
>He turns around, moving to the sink to run some cold water
>"It's somewhat late, now."
>Not a problem
"We'll get back in time. Sun's still up."
>You seek out Macintosh as AJ is sleeping
>He bids you farewell as he reads a book
>Spike and you make your way from Sweet Apple Acres
>A sweet visit it had been, indeed
>Spike's paces have a bounce to their step
>He's rather happy, no wonder
>The sun is already set and Luna's already begun to raise the moon by the time you arrive at the gates
>The guards let you pass without incident
>Even if they did wonder what the hell you were wearing
>You shiver as a gust of wind passes
>Your pace doubles towards the entrance
>There are still a few ponies out running errands, so the inner gate is still open
>Spike follows as you practically jump through a door into the warm interior of the castle
"Ohhhhh, warmth how I love you."
>You know where you're going next
>Considering you're not tired and you still wear trunks
>Plus, Spike's still in swimwear
>"Going to the pools?"
>Spike asks while following
"Yup. Said I was gonna earlier, I still will."
>"Can I join?"
"Aint no reason for you not to, femdude."
>The pools come to you eventually, as you went to them, after all, pools don't walk
>You all but throw the doors open, running in and leaping into the heated water
>Hohyesthatiswarmandfeelsgood
>Spike takes a more gracious route, opting for the ladder in, again
>He shakes a shiver up his spine from the temperature change
>He then wades over to you, tackling you with a playful laugh
>You both splash back into the water
>You both come up laughing
"Ah, today was pretty awesome."
>Spike giggles, draped around you
>"I agree. It was good... then it got better."
>You smile
>You then note... how different the room is
>The room is all lit up in a special way
>It's very...
>Hm, can't describe it
>There are torches on the wall in the corners, that are lit
>And there are magical lights in places within the pool to make things shine
>Other than that, it's dark
>Spike notices too
>"It's nice. ...Romantic, even."
>Yeah, that describes it
>You surprise him with a light kiss
>He gives you a knowing smile, returning it
>Snogging in the heated pool is very lovely, you have to say
>Your hands pull him onto you, firmly placed around his arse, so you're chest to chest
>Spike could be blushing for all you know, you can't tell in this light
>Plus he's enjoying this too much for you to care if he's blushing
>Your tongue goes on the offensive, invading his mouth with tender affection
>His forked tongue meets yours, the wrestling begins
>Spike decides to stop though, looking you right in the eyes
>"L-lets... lets move."
>Hm?
B-E-G-I-N-S
>"There's like... seats, under the waterfall."
>Oh right, that little alcove
>Sure
>He takes your hand, wading over to the rushing water
>You laugh as you walk through it, the water dropping over you in a crash
>It stops and you find yourself in a not-so-small alcove
>It's big enough for quite a few ponies
>The water here is shallow, the seats are some kind of leather
>You plop down, making the water splash
>Spike takes a seat, but on top of you, mimicking the cowgirl position you had at AJ's kitchen
>Getting quite bold, isn't he?
>He's back to kissing you
>Yes, very bold!
>So, considering the situation
>Your hands attack his doughy applebutt
>Back to your fun
>You're not certain where this is going
>But you're going to damn well enjoy yourself
>Spike certainly is, evident by his unrestrained snogging, or his cute little moans
>You can feel your erection pressing firmly against the taught material of your trunks
>Would it be too far to check on Spike?
>If so, he can tell you, no?
>One hand slides around, delicately caressing from his waist inward
>Your fingers brush over the fine, silken scales of his inner thigh
>Spike gasps, taking in a breath as he kisses you, as your hand tamely pushes against the bikini
>Gently gliding with soft squeezes
>Its special contents are to attention
>Spike utters timid cries at said motions, forcing his tongue to further play around with yours
>Clearly your next course of action is to fondle him
>Of course, at a higher level
>You gradually increase the speed of which you play, and grip the clear erection through the fabric
>Spike loves it, bucking just so with each touch or stroke you apply
>"A-anon..."
>He's just too damn sexy for his own good
>The heated water that covers the seats surrounding the edges of the alcove is barely up to waist heigh as one sits
>The seats are more akin to a long couch
>As is, it's pretty wide
>Hey, as good a place as any
>You've got rather naughty thoughts in mind
>'I don't know who you think you are, but before the night is through, I wanna do bad things with you.'
>You alternate your position so you're laying back along the seat-couch
>You're sticking with seat-couch, it works
>If Spike knows your intent, he doesn't seem to mind
>He managed to 'stay on' while you moved around
>So he's still sitting on your lap
>This seat-couch, damn thing's wide
>He leans down and hooks his arms under you, around your neck
>He's bold enough to start kissing you again, he really does love that
>Your hands are both making a beeline for the lovely bikini bottoms
>You allow your hands to slip under the fabric, tight as they are against his applebutt
>Nice, you're playing with a bodaciously large arse, bare
>It's a rather wonderful feeling for the fingers
>If they can be called scales, then the scales adorning his bum are satiny smooth
>Your hands are essentially kneading the plush pillowed butt of a Goddess
>Celestia aint got bugger all on Spike
>Spike, the beauty in question, is apparently all to happy you're raising the stakes
>But oh, how can you raise them higher?
>You're extremely horny, and it's clear Spike's giving into his lust
>So you do the only logical thing
>You clamp your fingers around the hem of his bikini bottoms, and tug at them
>Sliding them down his waist and them gorgeous thighs
>His erection is so very painfully obvious, still ensnared by the fabric of his bottoms
>You grin as you continue to pull them down, Spike lifts himself to assist
>Until...
>Sproing!
>Spike's erection pops free of the bikini
>He moans gently as the bottoms are pulled as far as they'll go
>You're now staring at his hot dragon dick
>With the inclusion of a leathery scrotum
>His dick is rather large for a pretty femboy
>Unexpected, but a bonus
>U-unf
>You've been quite tame so far, but seeing Spike like this, it drives you
>You lean upward, his thick member pressing against your lower abdomen, taking him in a wildly deep snog
>You push him backward so he is the one laying down, and you're the one on top of him
>He doesn't object, or maybe that's because your lips are clamped against his
>He's enjoying himself though
>You break the kiss, continuing to plant kisses along his neck
>And you pry off that bikini top for good measure
>It comes off almost instantly
>Spike must of undone it already
>You're further surprised to see pert, cherry-nub nipples on a not-so-flat chest
>You run your hands over him, squeezing the would be breasts, which causes Spike to make some most pleasing noises
>Finger and thumb pinch the nipples for good measure
>His moans are both cute and sexy
>Sharp intakes of breath as you forcefully apply pressure to the sensitive mounds, followed by the jolts of pleasure from caressing them
>It'll be time for you to move this along soon
>You have a mighty need
>Spike's got the cure to this itch that ails you
>He leans up and embraces you, adding a kiss
>"A-anon...?"
"Yes, Spike?"
>"I... I want..."
>Oh? Seems he might be moving things along
>"I w-want you."
>Those three words alone give you more than enough reason to of shagged him right there
>But he must of had something different in mind
>He pushes against you, his fingers against your bare chest
>They begin to trail down
>Oh, okay then
>His claws grip the borrowed trunks, prying them off rather fast
>This leaves you exposed, not that you're complaining
>You're hard, almost painfully so
>You don't quite measure up to Spike, who's length and girth probably put most stallions to shame
>Seriously, how is his cock that big?
>Even so, you stand roughly 8 inches, and Spike's attention is fixed solely on your erection
>If you could see his face properly in this light, you know it'd be red from his blush
>"O-oh... Anon... y-you're big."
>You like to think so
>Spike gets closer until that long tongue of his flicks out
>He's nervous about this, as likely he's not done this before
>Lust seems to drive him past his shyness however
>His wet tongue proves quite prehensile as it slowly begins ensnaring your cock
>Along with his mouth, engulfing you
>Sweet Celestia, his mouth is hot!
>Pleasurably so
>He moves lower onto your dick until his snout bumps flesh
>You can feel the amazing motions of his tongue twisting about your shaft
>It's... fucking... heavenly
>You sit back and make yourself comfortable, Spike moving to compensate
>You rest your head back and close your eyes
>It's been forever since you've had a blowjob
>And never as good as this, just... fuck
>He's barely begun, and your hips are bucking already, sending your cock further down his throat
>Spike is humming, enjoying this action he's performing
>Evident by the already slick dragon dick that's poking your leg
>Then he starts sucking properly
>He pulls his head back, leaving you soaked in saliva
>And slides down, at the same time, the tongue plays havoc with your tip
>Definitely never a blow as good as this
>He's not even trying, he's just experimenting
>Once again, his chin lightly touches against your balls
>He's deepthroating you as casually as you would eat a banana
>Spikes grips upon your hips tightens
>He pulls back for air, giggling as he breaths in
>Then going straight back onto your cock
>Eager one, aint he?
>You can't help but release groans of satisfaction
>It spurs him on, to your delight
>His head bobs faster, the tongue wraps tighter
>You involuntarily buck again as he playfully nibbles your head
>Shiiit, that felt good
>Another groan, you're getting close to giving him a load down his throat
>But you have somewhere else you'd like to put your loads
>You gently push on his shoulder to stop him before you shoot away
>He seems confused, wiping his mouth of saliva
>"D-did I do something w-wrong?"
"Hah... no, n-nothing wrong whatsoever, it was amazing. Do you lack a gag reflex?"
>He nods shyly
>"Y-yeah, how'd you know? Twilight told me once it's because I try to eat too many o-oversized gems at once."
>You'll have to get him some more later
>You think returning the favour would be nice
>You place your hands on his shoulders, laying him back down
>"A-anon? W-what are yo-- OH! Ohhhhhh~..."
>You'd pushed your mouth down onto that lovely dick of his
>Certainly quietened him somewhat
>Well, except for the moans he's issuing
>Your head goes faster already, you're not new to sucking a dick
>Although, you've never tried to deepthroat something as big at this
>It proves impossible for you, unfortunately
>But at least Spikes loving it
>"A-ah~ A-anon!"
>Definitely loving it
>You swirl your tongue around his shaft, lick up, down, any other direction you can, suck on the head, and damn well anything else that comes to mind
>It's driving your femboy crazy
>His hips are forcefully gyrating, causing his oversized pecker further in
>He tastes so good
>His pre-cum is leaking freely on your tongue
>It tastes of cinnamon
>You fucking love cinnamon
>Why does it taste of cinnamon? Who the fuck cares, it's gorgeous
>Spike isn't even trying to mask his pleasured gasps, his cute noises echo through the alcove
>"A-a-anon! I-I... feel-- Ahh, fuu~"
>Wonderful, you're going to make sure he doesn't forget his first orgasm from a suck
>You allow yourself to salivate more, creating more movement from lubrication
>Spikes curvy body is twitching as the pleasure continues welling
>His throbbing member still leaks copious amounts of pre
>Your jaw is starting to ache as he's rather big, but you speed on
>He's so damn close
>It's all to sudden then, like someone flicked a switch
>His lithe body spasms and his curvy hips push forwards
>He cries out in pure rapture, his climax being quite intense
>His cock forces itself deeper into your mouth, and your winning prize starts coating your tongue
>Sweet, sticky dragon cum shoots from his tip, spilling down your throat
>You greedily swallow as it tastes so great
>A final lurch, another small ejaculation, and he melts back against the seat-couch
>You continue to lick the stray beads of nectar that drip from the small slit
>Spike lays there, panting as if he ran a marathon
>"I... ah,,, A-anon... I... wow..."
>Yep, that about sums it up
>"That w-was... s-something else..."
>Oh, you just wait you sexy little bastard
"We're not done quite yet."
>It makes you chuckle to see a faint smile present itself on his face
>"That's... good..."
>With that gorgeous taste of cum still in your mouth, you spread the tuckered out dragons legs apart
>He catches on fast enough, giggling softly
>You've been wanting this for awhile now
>His tight little hole, puckered and waiting
>And you were going to have it
>You make a point of caressing his balls with your tongue, firstly
>He's still recovering from his orgasm, so it makes him whine softly, and jolt about
>You lick down, playing with his taint
>It elicits some rather interesting sounds from him
>So you suck and nip a little more
>Oh it's so lovely to pleasure this femboy
>He greatly enjoys every second too
>Pressing your tongue against his small doughnut-like ring causes him to gasp loudly
>You swirl your soaking tongue around the tight hole
>You continue for what feels an age, just to hear Spikes wonderful voice sing in the tunes of pleasure
>Upping the game, you thrust your muscle into him, going as deep as you can
>Spike can barely form words, and he's clenching every time your tongue goes inside of him
>Pulling back, leaving a line of saliva, you spit onto your cock
>The moment you've been working towards
>You slip a digit inside his arse, fingering him gently as you can
>He moans as you add another finger and go faster
>"I-I can't... A-an-- D-do it, please? Put it... in..."
>Oh, he's still so horny even after he came?
>You'll happily oblige him
>Softly, your lubed tip presses against his entrance
>You can hear his heavy breathing in anticipation
>His tail lashes about, he's so nervous it's damn adorable
>Gently, gradually, you push forward
>Spike breaths in strong, likely from initial opening
>You ease up as he whimpers in a mixture of pleasure and pain
>You shift until you're over him, holding his hands, kissing him reassuringly
>Your cock starts to penetrate, Spike gasps into your kisses
>His walls encompass your tip, then taking in your shaft
>You're lubed enough to go deeper, but you ease up more as Spike cries out
>...Until you're not easing up, as Spikes tail wraps around your waist and pulled
>He moans loudly as his assistance forces you balls deep
>"Oh! Fuuuu-- A-anon, yess!"
>Hey, that was mainly you, femdude
>You leave yourself inside of him for a few seconds so he can adjust
>It's so extremely tight, so blissfully hot
>His inside is fiery
>Well, he is a dragon after all
>It's so wet, hot, slick
>You pull back until just the tip is resting just inside his hole
>And then you plunge yourself back in
>Spikes shouts and moans drown out any noise you make from the gratification you're receiving
>Your tempo increases until you're pounding him mercilessly
>Each bump brings bliss filled whines from your beautiful femboy
>His own member slaps against his stomach with each thrust, already spilling large amounts of pre everywhere
>His arms tighten around your neck, his lips meet yours in passionate rhythm
>He breaks the kissing frequently to cry out freely or whisper sweet nothings in your ear
>"Oh y-yess!"
>"H-harder, Anon!"
>"Please d-don't ever stop!"
>"F-fuck me!"
>It's everything you could of hoped for
>Everything you dreamt of the moment you laid eyes on him as his grown self
>He's so lovely, and you're giving him the pleasure he so greatly needs, greatly /deserves/
>Your cock twitches deep inside him as you thrust
>You know you're close, so you slow your pace slightly
>You want this embrace to last, it feels too brilliant to end
>His inner muscles clamp against your shaft, massaging and caring for the hard flesh
>Spikes noises are a special music, divine to hear in person
>This Goddess
>Divine as can be
>You don't believe you're going to be able to hold back soon
>You're at bursting point
"S-spike... I'm very close..."
>He smiles knowingly, panting as you push in and pull out
>"I-I... w-want it all..."
>Oh, goodie
"Are you s-sure?"
>"I want to /feel/ it..."
>With that you increase your speed
>The sound of your groin smacking into his arse echoes off the walls
>Even louder are your and Spikes cries of passion
>You thrust in as far as you'll go, gasping and finally bottoming out deep inside of him
>Your moans come in breaths as you force yourself inward, each drive sending spurts of thick, creamy seed into his depths
>You're still experiencing your bliss many seconds later, shooting more into his already full caverns
>He cries out in the most anime-esc sounding way as your railing sends him into a final orgasm to match your own
>His cum ropes out onto his chest as yours begins to seep from his tight little hole with you still inside of him
>Spent, with a single last buck into his warm inner walls, you collapse atop him
>He drones his approval of your pounding in the form of quiet pants as you breathe heavily
>His tail tightens around you, his legs also wrapping around your lower back
>He pulls you as close to him as he can, finishing with his arms around you and his head nuzzled into your chest
>You shift about to your side, too tired now to clean up, or remove yourself from his tight passage
>You drift off to sleep with Spike firmly embracing you
When you awake the next morning, you find yourself still erect with morning wood, even after your blissful night
>You chuckle gently to find you're still inside of Spike, who's cutely snoozing away against you
>Last night was beyond anything you'd ever experienced
>Spike was wonderful in so many ways, you mused, carefully pulling yourself out of his behind
>You hold back a laugh as the torrential flood of semen pours from his hole
>You're still sleepy, and the both of you are sticky
>As is, it's comfortable enough
>You snuggle him a little more and close your eyes for a lie in
>Dealing with the mess of cum on the seat-couch, the amounts that filled the water, and no doubt attempting to placate Twilight when she discovered the source of all the nights previous noise, would all done later
>For now, you gave no fucks
>Except for when Spike asked later
>Sleeping now, was far better.