Curiosity.
Spike lay in his basket, totally relaxed. Slowly his hand drifted downwards, and with the tip of one claw began to delicately stroke along the length of his sheath.
With each gentle caress his full length began to emerge, becoming longer and firmer with each stroke.
His other hand joined the fray, with gentle, slightly tickling strokes of his balls.
Once his member was standing to full attention he lightly grasped his length, letting his thumb rest on the ridge where head met shaft, and began to gently pump back and forth.
Twilight set two bulging saddlebags on the kitchen counter. Looking around for her number one assistant to help unpack. "Hmm. Must be upstairs."
Spike was in another world, he conjured images of his ecstasy, each stroke and touch was the mare of his dreams, her hoof, her lips, her marehood. A million miles from his own hands.
The creak of the door shattered his illusion to splinters.
"SPIKE!"
He Looked up to make brief eye contact with Twilight, standing in the doorway with him laying there with his dick in his hands. He frantically pulled the blanket over himself while twilight, blushing beet red, spun to face the other way.
"Sorry Spike, should have knocked!"
It was the first time she had seen spike's.. Equipment, or anyone's for that matter up close. A shiver ran down her spine. A familiar tingle emerged in her nethers. As silly as it sounds, she had never thought of Spike's sexuality before. Not in this way at least. There were times when the subject arose of course. he was a growing boy and she had always had a significant role in raising him ever since she hatched him.
It's a little weird to come to terms with someone you spent your formative years bathing and changing as having sexual needs. They both knew the details, they were both smart for their ages, the birds and the bees were just a matter of biology. Although for Spike the best she or Celestia could do was explain the pony version, then go over the few details of dragon anatomy they could find.
This is different. This is right in her face, And a little voice in Twilight's head said "this is exciting!"
"I'm so sorry Twilight, I was just...."
"It's ok spike, it's normal for a growing dragon." Twilight turned around, still staring intently at her hooves, the ceiling, anywhere away from her recumbent assistant.
"In fact, well... no scratch that. you couldn't. Well maybe. perhaps. oh what the hay. Do you mind... finishing?"
"What?"
"It's fine if you don't want to, but it just I've never seen a guy's parts in action before. I'm a little curious I guess.
Spike had never considered the possibility of an audience. This turn of events really wierded him out, but he couldn't help feel a little voyeuristic thrill at proceedings. Jerking off in front of Twilight? She was like a sister to him. But some part of him wanted her to see him this way. As he had gotten a little older certain features of hers came to his attention.
Nothing jaw dropping, just little things here and there. The way her mane hung across her neck and shoulders when it was wet. The way the light caught her eyes just so. The way her rump perked up when she bent to a low shelf.
"Well, ok Twilight. Get comfortable and take a seat I guess."
"Better idea. Hop up on the bed."
Twilight swiftly levitated Spike onto her bed. He propped himself up on a pillow and spread his legs. Showing off his now softening dragonhood.
"Well. This is the male dragon reproductive organ. I'm sure you know the biology." Said Spike as he slowly began to stroke himself once more. His member beginning to harden.
"I kinda stroke it until it's good and ready, when it's hard all the way I grab hold like so." He resumed his gentle grasp. And pump back and forth.
He continued to rub himself, gradually increasing the speed of his movements. He began to gently rock his hips to match the pace of his hand movement.
Twilight gazed on with rapt attention. Resisting the urge to rub her own increasingly damp marehood. Seeing her assistant's erection this close, twitching and throbbing under his ministrations. Hearing the quiet slick squelches as Precum began to lubricate his tip. Inhaling deeply of his scent.
She edged closer, and reached out. "Can I touch you?"
Spike had never shown this much to anypony before. Let alone Twilight. But he was surprised to find how comfortable he was with her watching. It was exciting, and a little flattering to see her staring so intently at his junk. If she wanted to give him a helping hoof he had no problems with it.
He nodded, as Twilight gently cupped his sack. Her other hoof caressing his shaft from base to tip. She lingered at his head for a second, smearing the glistening bead of precum around.
Every touch set Spike's body ablaze. The lightest brush, that would be nothing from his own claws was a fireworks display under Twilight's hooves.
Spike's scent overcame Twilight's senses. She gingerly brought her hoof to her muzzle. Flicking out her tongue to taste spike's juices. She moved in closer, and licked slowly, from base to tip.
Spike's breathing started to come in heavy rasping pants. Having his private parts fondled by another was a lot for the young dragon to handle. His toes curled, his back arched. As Twilight first licked the throbbing length of his cock he grasped the edges of his basket, hanging on for dear life in a desperate attempt to last those few seconds longer.
Twilight gradually slid spike's whole length into her mouth. And began to gently suck. Her tongue massaging the bottom of his shaft.
At this last straw spike gasped. His cock twitched, pumping spurt after spurt of seed down Twilight's throat.
he collapsed into the bed, overcome by the relief of post-orgasmic bliss.
Twilight savoured the sharp salty juices for a second before swallowing. Her number one assistant was absolutely flattened. She moved up to pillow level and reached out with her magic.
Spike found himself feeling... Floaty as twilight telekineticly picked him up. He knew from experience that it was easiest just to go limp and let the magic do the work. He came to rest on Twilight's breast. Her forelegs wrapped around him and he muzzled into the warmth of her embrace as he drifted to a deep sleep.
Author's Note
Twilight and spike! (Spilight ? Twike? distinct lack of phonetically pleasant shipping name here.)
aimless, gratuitous, convoluted clop. Enjoy!
