Spike mentally asked himself, Since when does a shower have a mirror? Come to think of it, why don’t more showers have mirrors?

He would forever appreciate the view the glass granted him. Across the tile floor, no more than a yard or so yet what may as well have been miles away stood the superstar herself, and her beautiful, fluffy, voluptuous rump, which was all too obscured by drops of water.

He needed a more high definition view of the fields of ass-phodel. He wheeled around. He was already well unsheathed by the idea of being underneath the running water with this beaming beute. Seeing the droplets of water descending her curves, making her fur glisten. That made his dragon emerge further. When she lightly glazed over her rump with a shampoo lathered hand, that made him just plain rigid.

Before he knew it, his desire moved his legs. He stood behind Sweetie and tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey, you.”

She glanced back at him with a smile. “Hey, yourself.” Her eyes darted forward a bit as her smile temporarily dropped. It then turned devious. “Somepony’s feeling a tad eager, aren’t they?” Stretching her arms up to fondle Spike’s spines, which have also become rigid, she starts to grind up against him. Her velvety smooth fur rubbed against his scales. Both their bodies pressed into each other, bringing them past the point of no return.

Smiling wryly, Spike’s claws slid down her backside to Sweetie’s rump. He caught a handful of cheek in a teasing grapple. She took this kindly, and with Spike being a head higher than her, she was easily able to crane her neck and, with her hands on his cheeks, pull him into an upside-down kiss. With the water cascading down their bodies, it reminded Spike of that one scene from Spider Mare, where the hero was snogging Merrymane. That was hot.

But this was even better than a movie. He was enjoying it rather nicely, especially when Sweetie started moaning between touches of lips. His long snaking tongue kept exploring her mouth, and unlike before, she was submissive, leaving her tongue docked, completely at his serpentine mercy. Okay, okay, let’s not get greedy, dude. Much as he loved macro-micro play, that was best kept to his sketchbook.

While his mind was trying to convince himself to go slow, his body had other ideas. His length was sandwiched between Sweetie’s spreading legs. His eyes shot wide open from their concentrated squint when he realized there were fluids upon his drakehood that were definitely not water. His head was already approaching Sweetie’s lower lips, and his presence alone was making her moist. Dripping moist. And he felt the same.

Sweetie’s touch moved lower, way lower, until she was slipping her hand between her legs and grabbing ahold of his shaft. She massaged his head with her palm, mashing in the slick precum. Her skilled fingers went to work quick, her thumb teasing the opening to his head. Then her hand started to focus on the rest of his length. Gripping tightly, her hand slid down slowly. She intensified her grip on the way back up, letting out a heavy breath and grinning maliciously. “You’re mine now,” she hissed.

“I’m not complaaaaaaining...” Spike whispered in mid-stroke. “I love an assertive mare.” He felt a small burst, a miniature wave that relinquished more precum from his throbbing dragon cock.

“Oooooh...” Sweetie cooed as she looked at the fruits of her labors locked between her legs. She took the pre in her fingers and brought it to her lips. She suckled down on her middle digits, sucking them entirely dry. Her pointer was still moist with cum. Before she could lap that up, Spike leaned down and licked away. He did it so innocently yet fearlessly, Sweetie ground her legs together at the sight.

She resumed her stroking, with her giving Spike a little more leeway. He slowly, easily slid his cock back and forth between her legs, which were soaked with her need. When his length extended all the way through, she would pump and jerk him without remorse, and he would eventually retreat, only thrusting forward again to relish the feeling of her juices, fur and squishy skin squeezing him relentlessly.

However, Sweetie’s legs eventually became so soaked in water, nectar and precum that the dragon cock slipped away. It was almost comical when Spike removed his hands from her flanks and proceeded to simply stand there, arms laying at his sides. He shrugged, then touched his own for the heck of it. His cock twitched, as if it were dissatisfied with being unable to finish.

As he watched Sweetie lap up the remainder of their shared fluids, with her reaching between her legs and coating her hand in the stuff before tonguing it away, he couldn’t help but notice how haphazardly her mane was splayed across her face. It was downright unusual to see her this way, without her naturally curly locks laying perfectly on her noggin.

He eyed a convenient bottle of shampoo (Peaches and Cream - Sweeter than a spoonful of sugar!) and picked it up, sauntering towards Sweetie as she eagerly awaited his touch. He squirted a hand’s worth of the shampoo into his hands. The scent of the stuff was overpowering as it foamed up in his palms. Maybe a little too much sugar, he thought. Sweetie was sweeter anyway. It’s time to find out the age old question; is shampooing someone else’s hair sexy?

Reaching out with his hand he laid the palm out over her head, letting the shampoo soak in. Sweetie giggled adorably at his touch, leaning in a little closer so he could get full range of her hair. Okay, so far, so hot. Then he slowly began to scrub, using his claws to tousle her mane and build up more soapy suds. He clutched her locks and ran the suds through them, then wrapped his claws up deep inside and pulled down. The sweet scented solution spread throughout the length of her curls.

“Okay, the answer is yes,” Spike said, responding to his thought. “That is pretty darn sexy.” He then brushed Sweetie’s further wetted mane away from her eyes and kissed her forehead.

She snorted. “What are you, my dad? Get over here.” Sweetie grabbed hold of his neck, bringing Spike in close. Leaning her face into his, their lips met in a passionate kiss. Their hands met elsewhere before going to please each other generously. Spike was greedily massaging one of her breasts, jiggling it around in his hand, while she in turn got ahold of his shaft and tugged along with gusto. They paused their lip play on occasion to take breaths, but they were never apart for long.

“Mmm, yours is good...” Sweetie pulled away from the kiss. Her hand movements started to pump Spike at a much more vigorous, and actually quite violent pace. As Spike’s breath began to quicken, his caresses and squeezes around her breast intensified just the same as her strokes.

Something suddenly rubbed him the wrong way, though it wasn’t the beautiful rockstar in front of him. He stayed her hand and let the building wave within his loins come crashing down.

Sweetie moved her hands up to Spike’s dorsal fins and gave them an affectionate squeeze. That got a slight purr out of him. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

Nothing was wrong. In fact, it was the exact opposite of wrong. To say it was wrong wouldn’t be more wrong. But there was something... unbalanced. Spike mentally chastised himself for letting him be the selfish one here, letting Sweetie do all the work. He kissed her lightly before whispering to her, “I want you to lay down.”

Her face filled with red at that notion, before she touched her own cheek and said, “I’ve never had a dragon tongue between my legs before...” She giggled when Spike gave her a teasing flick of his forked muscle on her snout.

With a bright glow of her horn, Sweetie was enveloped in her light green aura. She leaned to lay on her back, but instead of meeting the floor, she floated gently in midair. She spread her legs wide, and her face flushed as she smiled deviously to the dragon, giving a sly wink. Spike took that as his cue.

He had to get on his knees for his beak to reach her delicate, moistened flower. As Sweetie revealed herself to him, he sighed in awe at how uncannily clean she was, dripping nectar aside. The same couldn’t be said for her inner thighs, which were still mottled with his precum.

His tongue reached out eagerly. The snake like appendage wiggled around the edges of Sweetie’s lower lips. His teasing licks elicited deep gasps and moans of pleasure from her. Circling at the edge of her pussy, he would only slide his tongue against her slit here and there. Not too much to get her off, but just enough to keep her invested. He kept that up for a while. Sweetie’s constant yet varying purrs kept spurring him on, at least until he figured that he played her long enough. Spike grabbed both of her thighs and pushed them out farther so he’d have more room to work with. In one long lick down the length of her vaginal lips, Sweetie moaned much deeper at the gentle yet firm feel of his tongue tweaking her nerves. Seeing that she was enjoying it, he repeated the process, putting more pressure into it. Nodding his head up and down, his tongue followed his movements, lapping up her sweet juices in wake. Now there’s your peaches and cream.

“Aaaaahmm... Spikey Wikey... Mmmmmnn~...” Sweetie rested her hands on her breasts and fondled them, kneading her nipples to harden in between her fingers. “Good boy... so good...” The more ferocious Spike’s tongue lashing became, the more insisting her tweaking grew. She ended up biting her lower lip as the tiny yet numerous currents of pleasure began to build within her.

“All for you.” Spike was also pleasuring himself, playing along with the attention Sweetie was receiving. One hand was stroking his member, keeping his erection up, with the other kneading his mare’s songbird Cutie Mark. He buried his muzzle into her wetness. He tunneled deeper with his tongue, diving into further into her. Sweetie barely held back a moan of delight as her approaching climax overflowed. Still, she struggled to hold herself back, waiting for the perfect moment to let herself go. Unfortunately for her, the dragon tongue was very long and precise, and had already reached many places many of her previous bedfellows never could.

“Ah... Ah! Ah, yes!” Sweetie’s legs began to shake. Her impending release was only moments away. Spike could tell with how much her pink shivered. He started increasing his tongue’s rapid movements to help her along. She’s had a long night. It’s time she was paid in full. He himself was feeling a similar pressure welling up within, threatening to burst forth at any moment. His hand continued to furiously abuse his cock while his tongue did the same for Sweetie’s ever moistening sex. “Yeeesss... Aoohh... Drench me, Spike... Eat me like a diamond!”

She couldn’t take it any more. She needed to cum, cum so bad, and this wasn’t enough. She released her pinching grasp on his breasts, sat up and set her horn alight with aura. It enveloped Spike’s head and pulled him so far, and his tongue with him, lapping at every inch of her insides making her wetter than the rest of her body forcing her to drain like a waterfall all over his face cumming all over the tile floor cumming so good so good!

“Aaaaaaaah!” she cried out, grinding herself against Spike’s snout like he were her own personal vibrator. “I’m there, Spike! I’m... I’m... Aaaah... Ah, Celestia...” She milked her orgasm for all it was worth, continuing her thrusting and her constant moaning until she was completely and utterly satisfied.

As was Spike. Sweetie’s ongoing thrashing and her beautiful song echoing off the washroom walls was more than enough to push him over the edge and break. His cock burst, sending a powerful jet of draconic seed onto the tile and mixing in with the drainage of the water. He kept on bursting, feeling the same wave of pleasure soaring from his groin to his mind and across the rest of his body, until he was only dripping. He sighed into Sweetie’s wetness before politely excusing himself from her nethers, though he took plenty of her moisture with him. He cleared his throat as he wiped his lips clean.

It’s always the post-coitus that makes you realize just how filthy that whole deal was. Way to go, Spike. Despite that, the drake didn’t regret doing this. He felt more blissful than ever. Even though he didn’t quite get the opportunity to have Sweetie, these events gave him something to look forward to over the course of what was promising to be a very, very fun and cathartic weekend.

Sweetie brought her legs back together, wiggling her rump ever so adorably. She beckoned to Spike with a single finger, a ‘come hither’ smile on her muzzle. He happily concurred. He moved up to Sweetie as she lowered her legs and splayed herself across the floor. Her breasts her flattened across her chest as Spike pressed up against her, pulling her back in for a much more intimate kiss, one that lasted a good minute. He almost wished it could have gone on like that for the remainder of the night.

“Did I live up to your expectations, my handsome dragon?” Sweetie asked, playing with Spike’s fins again. “Was this not a brilliant idea?”

Spike nuzzled into Sweetie’s shoulder, pestering her with small and tickling kisses. “Every bit as epic as I dreamed it would be.” He finished with one small peck on her snout. “You’re such a good tease.”

“Because I can deliver.” Sweetie snapped her fingers, turning the nozzle to the off position and ending their shower for two. She then looked to him with her naughtiest expression of the night. “And there is a lot more where that came from...”

“Phrasing, boom!” Spike yelled.

Author's Note

We're not done here.