The Perfect Specimen

Derpy, Dinky, and Spike sat around the kitchen table, munching on some pasta dish the mailmare hadn’t named, but the recipe had been in her family for generations. For the dragon, who was used to eating food he cooked himself, or whatever Twilight had managed to burn to charcoal, it was a welcome change; despite his gem-augmented diet, the meal was rather satisfying. There was a silence over the table, though not an uneasy one; none of the three diners had anything they could openly speak of, nor did they have the desire to interrupt the comfortable blanket of quiet that settled over the Hooves’ house at dinnertime. As the storm raged outside, minds raced and rumbled in time with the thunder, tumultuous and disjointed.

Dinky, seated on one side of the table while her mother and Spike sat opposite one another, could see the entirety of what went on between the two. She was plainly aware of her mother’s suspicions, slowly changing to a kind acceptance, though what any of those lingering doubts were about, her mother had not said. Meanwhile, she noticed the dragon’s hesitance to look at Derpy, afraid his eyes may linger too long and offend; however, she knew what he did not: Derpy very much enjoyed being looked at, even if she never acted on the urges. The entire situation was a bit painful to look at from the outside, especially for the little unicorn; she knew her mother was lonely, scared of being hurt a third time in a row by her poor relationship choices.

From what Sparkler had told her, her father was Derpy’s second coltfriend, though he hadn’t stuck around for very long after discovering she was on the way; Sparkler herself had been sired by Derpy’s high school sweetheart, who shortly thereafter moved to Canterlot and hadn’t even known about being a father. Both young stallions had been charismatic, likeable fellows, and nopony faulted the mailmare for falling for their charms. It didn’t take scorn to feel the pain caused by both incidents, and she had been left with a fear of commitment, worried the next stallion to happen along in her life would break her heart. The very idea of seeing Derpy Hooves, the strongest mare Dinky knew, worried about being hurt was the most painful thing imaginable.

While she knew her mother had a fear of being heartbroken by some silver-tongued stallion, she also knew Spike wasn’t a stallion; the very thing that made him so alien made him the best candidate for a relationship. From the tests she’d run the dragon through, he was everything the last two were not; from the poker games, she knew he was honest, and from the way he handled defeat, as well as throwing a few good hands to spare Dinky’s feelings, she knew he met Derpy’s most prevalent concern about being good with her foals. Honestly, all either of the two needed was a little push in the right direction. But, just what could she do to get them on the right track?

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Spike was unable to really process how his day had gone; it started off fairly normal, or at least as normal as most of his days had been, then everything went a bit sideways. Despite being molested and running through a storm for longer than he wished, his luck seemed to have turned around. Even losing twenty bits to Dinky hadn’t brought his mood down; something just kept him from not liking his situation.

It didn’t hurt that he sat across from Derpy, accidentally stealing glances whenever he looked up. Part of him boiled up in the back of his mind when he looked at her, the same part that made him think strange things about Twilight as of late; at least as it latched onto thoughts of the mailmare, it was clearer about what it meant. Spike hadn’t been this frustrated by his body in a while, though the feelings he had in adolescence were exacerbated by his mind’s broadening, leaving him with a concise idea of what the signals meant, but no way to interpret them. Derpy looked appetizing in a way he could not accurately describe, but he knew it didn’t involve his stomach, so much as organs a little lower.

“May I go bathe now?” Dinky asked, showing manners oddly surprising for one who cheated a dragon out of gold. Derpy looked over at her daughter in confusion, before nodding her head.

“Of course,” she replied, standing up in time with the unicorn. She collected Dinky’s plate and made her way around the table to where Spike sat, looking down at him with a smile. “Are you done?” she asked, gesturing to his cleaned plate.

“Oh, yes,” he said, handing it to her, then mentally kicking himself for assuming she was going to carry it herself. His fears were alleviated as soon when Derpy kept smiling while she collected the dish. Her wing brushed against him as she walked; his tail, formerly lazily wagging to and fro, locked in place as he jumped in his seat a bit. The feeling in the pit of his gut magnified, and a cold fear settled over him as he recalled the the last time he felt a want, a need, on this level; the birthday he lost control of his greed and turned into a monster, he’d felt the same burning desire for new items, new treasures, that he did now. He wasn’t sure if things were better or worse for the lack of a concrete idea or target for his instinctive interests.

“Maybe we should let these soak for a while,” Derpy said, wiping her hands on a dishrag while she walked towards the door. “Maybe you’d like to relax for a bit?” Spike nodded dumbly and followed her into the living room; it was a humble affair with two chairs and a loveseat, all aimed towards the window in case anyone wanted to ponywatch. Almost immediately, the mailmare plopped down on the little, L-shaped couch; it was a delightfully ugly piece of furniture, but it gave the room character Spike had grown accustomed to seeing in the Hooves’ house. Derpy patted the cushion next to her. “Dinky and Sparkler aren’t big fans of other ponies using their chairs, so most guests sit with me.”

“As long as I’m not a bother,” Spike hesitantly said, easing onto the fabric-covered loveseat. He stopped just a few inches from sitting, shifting his hips as he tried to find a way for his tail to rest that wouldn’t leave it crushed under him or against the armrest. “Maybe I should just stand,” he mumbled, almost embarrassed by his extra limb.

“Oh, nonsense!” the mailmare giggled out, raising up and motioning for the drake to move his tail. “Just wrap it behind my back; it’s not like you’ve got a hand on it or anything,” she continued, still a bit bubbly. It was nice to see somepony else dealing with an appendage most ponies didn’t have to work around; her wings must have kept her from wearing as many shirts as the chairs Spike’s tail kept him from using. “Pegasi wrap each other in their wings when they share a sleeping bag like a big, feathery burrito, so this isn’t too different.”

While Spike didn't see how the two were comparable, he shook his head and laughed right along with her as he shifted his appendage around, snaking it until both of them had comfortable seating. Despite his spine being perfectly fine, the drake still sat rigid when Derpy took her seat again, accidently flexing his tail so that it squeezed against mailmare’s ass and thighs; much to his relief, she seemed to understand he had no control over the reflex, or at least took it as a joke, because she laughed and flexed back. Her actions did nothing for the bubbling, greed-like sensation that roiled in his gut, as his mind latched on to every muscle he felt in her lower body, and how wonderful it would be to see them in use.

“Listen, I’m sorry about Dinky taking all your bits,” the mailmare apologized, scooting closer to Spike and handing him a tiny bag full of his bits. “She knows she isn't supposed to scam guests out of bits, but sometimes she gets a bit carried away.”

“Oh, it’s fine; she earned them.” Spike waved a hand in a dismissive gesture, smiling as he curled his tail to make up for the distance Derpy had closed in handing him his money. He was surprised to see she still didn’t mind; if anything, the way she sat and leaned towards him made it seem like she enjoyed the attention. “I wish I knew how to play that well when I was her age; I wouldn't have lost my allowance to Shining Armor so often.”

Derpy laughed along with him, the gears in her head slowly turning as she noticed a few changes in herself; something about Spike, or being in his proximity, did something to her, and if she gave Cheerilee the benefit of the doubt, other mares as well. She’d been unusually playful earlier in the lab, flaunting her body like she was some reckless schoolgirl again, then blown up in Cheerilee’s face faster than was reasonable. She’d nearly masturbated in the tub and risked leaving Dinky unattended for who knows how long, and now she was scooting closer and closer to a dragon half her age because she was following that same arousal that had plagued her since walking into the library. Derpy looked at Spike; even as he blushed under his scales and slightly pressed against her as she cuddled against his side, he seemed to be unaware of his effect on her. The mailmare, however, knew precisely what she was doing to him.

“I’m curious about something, Spike,” she began, pulling his tail over her leg to wrap around her like a belt. She ran a finger up his chest as she spoke, making sure she had his full attention before she continued. “If you’ll indulge me, that is.”

“S-sure, Derpy,” Spike sputtered out, half of his brain unable to process what was happening and the other half wanting to ravish the older mare pressing against him. He yelped as she slipped her hand under his shirt and rubbed over his stomach, tracing her earlier path over his scales; she found he was surprisingly warm for a reptile, which she always assumed would be room temperature due to their cold blood, but Spike was almost like a furnace.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me all day?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she slipped his shirt off; she stopped only for a second to eye him in full. Slowly, she grabbed his free hand, and snaked it up her stomach, beneath the soft nightshirt she wore, stopping just beneath the swell of her breast. She swallowed the lump in her throat as the burning heat of her arousal swelled with every centimeter the drake’s claws came closer to her delicate flesh. “I wouldn’t be doing this if there wasn’t something nearly compelling me to, so if you’re doing something to get me this turned on, I want to know what it is.”

Spike shook his head but remained silent as Derpy pulled his hand up, forcing his palm against her pillowy chest; almost on instinct, he massaged the soft flesh, gentle enough not to hurt her on his claws, but firm enough to convey his message. “You don’t know, and here I am nearly throwing myself at you?” she asked, almost playfully, as she scooted into his lap, laying her back against his chest as she pulled off her top; she had an uncurbed exhibitioist streak until Sparkler was about Dinky’s age, so she knew enough to leave her clothes nearby in case of emergency. “Normally, I’d ignore any feelings like these,” she groaned, moving the dragon’s other hand to her neglected breast. “But -oh- I can tell this isn’t going to go away on its own.”

Suddenly, the drake stopped his stimulus, making Derpy jump more than the erection she felt pressing against her ass. “Listen, I-I don’t want to take advantage of you, especially not if I’m doing something I don’t know about,” Spike quickly said, pulling his tail away. Part of his mind railed against him, that greed that wrested control from him once before, but he grit his teeth and forced it down; his resolve remained resolute even as Derpy turned around, straddling him with his face buried between her breasts.

“Spike, whether or not there’s a reason behind it does not change the fact that my body wants you,” the mailmare said, grinding against the bulge in Spike’s pants. She pulled him up, resting her forehead against his as she sighed in contentment; if this was as close to sating those urges as she would get, then she intended to at least make the most of things. Forcing the dragon’s head back, she crashed her lips against his, hoping he would either enjoy it, or understand enough not to be too angry with her. Like the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back, any resistance to his nature Spike had gave out as his hand flew to Derpy’s hips and pulled her against his straining erection; he really needed to get out of those pants soon, even if he had to rip them off.

A door upstairs opened, and in the time it took for lightning to flash outside, the pegasus and dragon were on their respective ends of the couch, as fully clothed as they had been when they started. “Goodnight, mama,” Dinky called from upstairs as a second door opened and shut, not the energetic half-slam of a young filly, but the exhausted click of a sleepy little unicorn. The pair on the loveseat let out breaths neither knew they were holding. Derpy was the first to make a noise, chuckling to herself as she stood.

“Listen, Spike,” she began, pressing two fingers to her neck to check her pulse. “As much as I enjoy the risk of being caught in the act, I’d prefer neither of my daughters be the one to see me riding somepony on the loveseat.” She held out a hand to help him to his feet, smiling and shaking her head when she saw how his tail wasn’t the only thing scared stiff by the interruption.

“That about killed the mood,” he joked, still dazed from the idea of having sex with the mare every stallion in town knew was impossible to have; he wasn’t one to think of such things, least of all discuss them, but he had ears like everypony else, so he still heard things. “I don’t suppose you have a guest bedroom?”

“Dinky moved into it when she turned seven,” the mailmare replied, still holding Spike’s hand as she walked. “The couch is also too small to sleep on, Dinky’s bed is too small for me to share with her, and neither of us are about to invade Sparkler’s privacy, so I guess we have to bunk together.” While it was a bit late, with the sun’s light having faded a couple hours prior to the near-fling, it was still just a tad earlier than Spike was used to turning in. “Now, I understand if you want to end what we were doing, but there’s minimal chance of us being caught now, thanks to Dinky being upstairs and hopefully in bed by now.”

She led him into her bedroom, and he was almost surprised to see it wasn’t some cougar’s sex dungeon, but the functional, cozy sleeping space of a single mother. The bed was large enough to dominate most of the room, old enough for Derpy to have had it since she moved into the house. The blankets were ruffled all over, making it entirely impossible to guess which side the mailmare slept on; before he could try to get some idea of where he could sleep, Derpy plopped down on the side farthest to the door. She stretched out and yawned before slipping under the covers. “If you want, we can swap sides.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” he replied, stripping down to his boxers. Any arousal he’d suffered from earlier had been ended when Dinky interrupted things, and with Derpy’s back turned to him, he felt nothing but the utmost confidence in climbing in bed. Thoroughly exhausted from the day’s odd events, Spike barely had the energy to keep his eyes open. He was out nearly as soon as Derpy cut the lights.

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While Spike had fallen asleep, Derpy was restless. A quick peek at the clock revealed that what had felt like ten minutes had actually been nearly three hours, and yet even as she had been awake for the entire time, she hadn’t grown bored. That damned heat still creeped through her, ruining any chance she felt she had of putting the encounter on the couch behind her. Whatever it was about Spike that kept her from being in her rational mind still affected her while the dragon slept, so it could not have been something he was consciously aware of; no spell or magic was causing her arousal. She couldn’t just jump him, despite the earlier enthusiasm he had, not while he wasn’t fully aware of what was happening; she may have felt a bit odd about the entire situation based on Spike’s age, but she wasn’t about to force herself on a defenseless colt.

She turned her head to look at Spike, to make sure he was still asleep, and found her assumptions to be correct. She had to be careful not to wake him as she rolled over to keep the dragon in sight; she made sure her body faced him so she could stop as soon as he woke, if she wasn’t done by then, or something startled him awake. The entire time, she was furiously embarrassed to be doing something with a teenager nearly half her age lying next to her, even as she snuck a hand under her panties. She shut her eyes as her fingers grazed her lips.

Derpy recalled the pattern she always used, and relaxed as her fingers went to work. Her hand rubbed at her labia in a teasing caress, drawing some of the heat in her stomach down as the neglected flesh sparked to life. The mailmare pressed her palm against her pussy, grinding against it as silently as she could, careful to keep the bedsprings from squeaking too loudly. She slipped a finger in and swirled it around her walls; after years of minimal stimulation, the velvet flesh clamped down on her digit like a vice. She worked at her cunny as calmly as she could, careful not to make too much noise; it didn’t help that she could feel a gasp rising through her throat. Frustrated, she grit her teeth as a little gasp escaped her lips.

She looked at Spike, making sure he was still firmly asleep, as she reached for the hem of her top; when she confirmed her was indeed still sleeping like a log, she lifted the thin nightshirt, freeing her hefty breasts from their cloth confines. Derpy wadded the shirttail into a makeshift gag and clenched it between her teeth to muffle any noise she might make. Her free hand grabbed a tits, massaging the sensitive orb as her other paw worked her soaking twat. She moaned into the shirt, free of some of her inhibitions; the mailmare pulled a finger from tunnel and played with her clit, running her moan into a barely contained yelp. She pinched her nipple and bucked her hips against her hand with wreckless abandon.

While she first stared at Spike to make sure he stayed asleep, now her thoughts took a turn for the obscene. She plunged two fingers in as she imagined the dragon holding her hips as he pumped into her, and her overactive imagination began to take hold; even though she wasn’t that friendly with them, Derpy had heard of what happened between the diamond dogs and Rarity, and how the young dragon next to her had led the charge to her rescue. In Derpy’s mind, she took the place of Rarity…

Taken from her home, the mare was shackled and shoved down a hole; her captors were bigger than her, and demanded that she mined for them. At first she refused, but one got rough with her, and she cooperated only for her continued safety. She knew those above ground would look for her, that they simply had to. Her salvation came in only a few days, heralded by the sound of fighting up the tunnels; the scuffling got louder as the last few fleeing creatures slammed a large wooden door shut onto the tunnel. Whoever was one the other side was strong, and tossed a dog through the reinforced gate.

A portcullis dropped just as the invader stepped through the door, separating him from the prison cells as several dogs emerged from side tunnels. Derpy averted her eyes as the scene unfolded, unwilling to watch her rescuer fall. It wasn’t until she heard the portcullis slammed open that she realized hope may yet be a possibility. For a moment, the shape of an angry dragon made her jump, but she remained firmly chained to the wall and unable to escape.

Standing to his full height, Derpy recognised the form of Spike, the local librarian's assistant, one of the kindest creatures anypony could ever meet; yet here he was, crushing, pounding, and slamming diamond dogs into walls as if they were sacks of flour. She squeezed as close to the wall as she could, watching in awe as the dragon grabbed the bars in his claws. With a strained grunt, he tore the metal door free of its hinges, and slowly walked towards Derpy. She gasped in surprise as his claws broke through her shackles, barely finding the time to stretch her sore limbs when he spoke. “Are you okay?”

Looking past him, Derpy realized that the only reason he had come into the mines was to rescue her, and she threw her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer. She stood as tall as she could to kiss him, more than happy to be saved from such a dismal fate. Slipping an arm around her back and one under her knees, Spike stood straight and carefully stepped over the fallen bodies as he carried the mare to the surface. Once out of the mines and the quarry, Spike set Derpy down on the grass under the shade of a large tree, and began to check her for wounds. She stopped him by placing a wing over his snout. “Thank you, Sir Spike. You have earned my gratitude.”

She rolled him over so that he was on his back and straddled his codpiece; his large claws took hold of her hips and squeezed tightly, massaging the firm flesh under his sure grip. She went to press down into a passionate kiss, but failed as her hands drifted over his chest and dug into his ribs, causing the gallant drake to snort in laughter...

Derpy broke from her fantasy as Spike snorted next to her; her concentration was broken, her approaching orgasm cut off before it could cool her desires. Wishing to avoid the dragon's attention, the mailmare dove under the covers and hid in hone darkness beneath the sheets. It was only as her heart slowed down, her nerves calmed by the lack of activity, that she realized how much of a mess she'd made of herself. Her panties were soaked through, and the fur of her thighs was slicked down; she could even smell it on the sheets. She was mortified, even as she stripped herself of the wet cloth for some measure of comfort against the nagging moisture.

Derpy took off her shirt to dry herself, sure she could sneak from her bed and grab a change of clothes, then head to Sparkler's room for the night. The plan would have worked if not for the lingering scent she would have on her, and the sheets, leaving her entirely out of options. It took her longer than she liked to admit to realize that Spike was still very much asleep, and may not notice the smell when he woke. Derpy looked into the darkness, naked and smelling of her own sexual frustration, as her eyes adjusted enough to allow her some semblance of sight. Spike's tail lay limp, twitching slightly as he dreamed, proving to be as flexible as the mailmare had first thought.

Unbidden, Derpy's eyes drifted up the dragon's body, drinking in his scaled, muscled form so common of the dragons of myth. Some part of her was excited to see he so closely resembled the warrior of her fantasy, and that part still had some measure of hold over her actions. As she stared, studying every inch of the drake's physique, her eyes rested in his boxers, tented as his cock stood erect beneath the sheer fabric. Her conscious screamed at her to stop even as she pulled his underclothes down. Her breath hitched in her throat as she caught sight of Spike's stallionhood.

Unlike a stallion, the dragon's dick had a pointed head, surrounded by a ring of soft, knobby barbs; Derpy's heart jumped in her chest as she touched one of them, and it pulsed at the sensation. The knobs continued down his shaft, more like firm bumps than anything, until the drake's cock smoothed out just before it met a slit in his groin. The mailmare wondered how such a tool would feel inside, and the very idea of taking such an alien cock shot a fresh wave of arousal down her spine, even as she worried what those spines might do to her. The rational part of her mind thought the odd penis was nothing more than a curiosity; the horny part of her mind couldn’t get past all the wonderful sensation those knobs promised, even as it twitched and pulsed with every beat of Spike’s heart.

The oddest scent was in the air; a delightful perfume of musk seemed to hang in the air underneath the covers. Derpy knew precisely where the scent originated, and she could hardly resist the temptation of leaning in for a better sample. Spike’s cock was covered in a thin sheen of fluids from the slit below, which she imagined was similar to a stallion’s sheath; the smell, that pleasant odor that tickled her nose and sent shivers down her spine, had to be coming from that strange, curious orifice. Against her better judgment, she traced her tongue over the gash’s lips, pressing in as she went; it had surprised depth, and by the time her cheek was against the dragon’s cock, her entire tongue was buried in the hole.

The juices inside tasted liked spiced seawater, and burned her tongue with a taste that seemed to coat every inch of her mouth. Derpy closed her eyes and braced her arms on either side of Spike’s hips to better explore the unusual pussy. She had only done anything like this once, and that was years ago, but despite her clumsiness, her probing tongue seemed to be doing a fine job, judging by the amount of pre Spike’s cock was leaking. She froze as the young dragon stirred.

Moving from deep sleep to just dozing, Spike slowly became aware of the current state of body. and he panicked slightly as the thought of the admittedly attractive mare next to him rolling over and discovering his arousal. A new sensation shot through his body from the slit where his cock protruded; he turned his head to the side, eyes going wide as saw the space next to him was empty, wider still when he looked down and saw the lump between his legs. He didn’t know what to think about this, or even if his situation was actually happening, and not some dream. Grabbing the covers, Spike threw them from the bed. He wasn’t quite sure how to react when he saw Derpy’s naked body, and was even more confused when he saw her tongue wriggling in his slit. His eyes locked with hers as she slowly lifted her head back, her mouth opening and sealing her lips around his shaft.

Noticing the dragon’s confusion, the mailmare swallowed his entire cock, before slowly pulling off; she trailed her tongue on the underside of his dick as she let him out with a pop. “Want me to stop, Spike?” she asked, teasing a finger into his slit as she spoke. The drake stuttered for a moment before quickly shaking his head; this was his first sexual experience, and though it was entirely unexpected, he wasn't about to end it so quickly. Nodding, Derpy closed her eyes and teased her tongue around his crown. She pursed her lips and blew over his dick, using the sudden change in temperature to keep the dragon fully excited.

As slowly as she had pulled away, the mailmare took Spike back into her mouth, taking her time to massage the organ as it inched into her throat. The young drake clutched the sheets in his claws as the sensation jumped through him; it was all he could do to resist the urge to buck his hips. He groaned as Derpy started bobbing her head, easing most of his dick in and out to avoid setting him off too soon. However, those efforts were wasted the moment her tongue slid between the spines of his crown; Spike grunted as his body tensed, barely managing to groan out, "D-Derpy."

The pegasus's eyes widened as the strange cock in her mouth pulsed, flaring it's odd frills in some vain attempt to find purchase to better deposit its load. The first burst of cum splattered across her tongue, sending shivers down her spine as the spicy flavor reminded her of the musk that tempted her in the first place. The mailmare moaned as the next rope joined the first, pooling in her mouth as she held onto the taste as long as she could. Each shot, she caught in her mouth, not swallowing until she was sure Spike was done; it was an impressive mouthful, enough to force her cheeks to bulge if she kept the dragon's tool inside.

Spike looked down at her with wide eyes, half-dazed in his post-orgasm delirium. Part of his mind realized this was usually the part where he woke up, but as he saw Derpy pull off, her mouth still full of his seed, he realized this had not been a dream. The mailmare swallowed as the drake's throbbing organ began to slide back into it’s protective slit; she had to be careful to open her jaws as wide as she could to keep his spines from catching on her teeth. She sat up, eyes locked Spike as best she could managed, unsure why he just stared at her, blankly looking as though he felt no emotions in particular. She’d taken things too far, and she knew it; there was no other explanation for the dragon’s lack of expression.

As she moved to leave, hoping Spike wouldn’t be too angry, a firm tug on her arm sent her tumbling back onto the bed. Derpy felt the rough skin of the dragon's palms through her fur as has held her arms to the comforter, keeping her from making the same mistake of judgment she’d made mere moments before. A pair of lukewarm lips crashed against hers as the drake crawled over her; the mailmare didn’t hesitate in pressing back, glad for the attention paid to her. She wiggled as Spike’s tail wrapped around one of her legs and attempted to press against the dragon’s fire-heated body.

What the dragon lacked in ability, he made up for in enthusiasm; he let go of Derpy’s arms, placing one claw under her upper back and another on her hip. In kind, she dragged a finger over the scales of his chest, using her other to snake to his groin and tease his cock from its slit. Spike broke the kiss and groaned, moving his hips against the mailmare's hand as his crown peeked out, smearing pre over the dancing fingers that sent shivers up his spine. “Hold up,” Derpy said, and as if somepony threw a switch, the dragon pulled away. “I didn’t say no, just for you to wait while I grab something,” she explained as she crawled over to the nightstand.

She pulled open the drawer and rummaged around for a moment, before holding out a bright purple package; Spike recognized a condom when he saw one, though the brand was one he had never seen until then. “Now, ponies and dragons are pretty different, but I don’t want to take any risks,” she said, pursing her lips to look cute, as if the dragon needed any persuasion.

“Oh, of course,” he replied, reaching for the plastic little pack. The pegasus held up a finger to stop him, before pushing him back.

“I’m a little worried your claws will tear it.” She tore the wrapper open and showed him the latex sheath; it shined with a little pre-packaged lube, but was otherwise bland and entirely uninteresting. “Now, lie back and let me take care of it.” The dragon obeyed, leaning back until Derpy had a perfectly clear view of his fully-emerged cock. She ran a finger up his shaft, sending a shiver down his spine as she leaned in. “Now, it’s been a while since I've done this, so bear with me, okay?”

She rolled the first bit of latex over the dragon crown with nimble ease, grinning as the drake pushed against her fingers, like his body was trying to help Derpy encase his spine-covered pride. Spike winced a bit as the condom moved over the ring surrounding his pointed tip, pressing the spines of his cock against his shaft with surprising ease; reflexively, he flexed, forcing the compressed barbs to widen out, ballooning the latex and only adding to the uncomfortable pressure. He wasn’t too fond of the condom, but a deeply-ingrained part of him told him to shut up and roll with it if it meant having sex.

Derpy wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck and dragged him down with her as she fell on her back; the drake kissed down her jawline and onto her neck. His instincts told him the neck was a soft spot, and the aching in his mouth could only be related, so he nibbled at her skin and sucked on the sensitized little bites. The mailmare moaned and pulled him closer, the fire in her belly stoking hotter and hotter with every little nip, every minute motion of the dragon’s tongue. She felt his crown bump against her lips, rubbing against her plush labia with every beat of Spike’s heart

Tensing her arms just a little bit more, Derpy slowly and purposefully moved one leg at a time, spreading her thighs wide and forcing the drake’s cock against her until his tip slipped into her velvety passage. She took a few deep breaths and then squeezed her leg muscles, crashing Spike’s hips against her own as he plunged completely; he was breathless, amazed at how every muscle contracted around him at the mailmare’s body simultaneously fought against his intrusion and welcomed him with open arms. Once he got used to the pressure on his cock, Spike looked down at Derpy; she had her eyes shut and squirmed against him, a dopey smile on her face.

Tentatively, he started thrusting, testing what motions felt the best. The pegasus whimpered and rocked her hips; Spike had the right amount of girth and texture to hit everywhere he needed to stoke the fire in her belly. Taking her enthusiasm for approval, the dragon pumped harder; the only thing stopping him from fully enjoying things was the odd angle he was in. He was unsure if he should brace himself on his arms, or grab Derpy’s hips for leverage while simply laying on her; neither option seemed ideal, as he did not want to discomfort the pegasus with his weight nor miss any better angles. For the time being, he made do.

Derpy didn’t mind the awkwardness of Spike’s first strokes, instead reveling in having a partner for the first time in far too long. She matched his every move, slapping her hips against his as fast as she could; hoping to at least help him, and instead killed the momentum. Above her, Spike growled in frustration, and the mailmare feared he’d been discouraged or too agitated to continue; it wasn’t until she felt his tails wrap around her waist that she realized how wrong she was. The dragon’s demeanor shifted almost immediately from the methodological motions of a novice, to the rough pounding of a sex-starved animal. He pulled her up and slammed down hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall, all thought or worry for others in the house gone in favor of the moment.

Derpy’s eyes completely lost focus as she lost herself, gasping at each deep thrust; the dragon’s cock was long enough to just barely kiss her cervix, keeping a painful possibility completely pleasurable. She shouted as he gained speed, clutching at the bedsheets for fear she’d come loose and miss even a tiny portion of this. She loved the rough pounding, the animalistic dragon above her grunting and growling with exertion as his tail held her hips; she didn’t even care when she felt a bit of fluid spurt into her, a sure sign Spike’s crown had torn the condom. She could have told him to stop, but she really couldn’t care less if he came in her; the possibility only turned her on more, wrapping her legs around Spike’s hips to prevent him from pulling out.

Derpy could feel Spike’s spines puffing up inside her; every thunderbolt they sent crashing through her only signalled the dragon’s approaching climax. She pulled his head down for a kiss, only for him to dive farther down, and latch onto her neck again; he didn’t nibble or suck, and instead held a mouthful of her skin in his teeth as he picked up his pace. Primal fear, pleasure, and a little pain combined in the mailmare’s head, leaving her on the knife’s edge between bliss and panic, only set off by the drake final, heavy thrust. She saw stars as the dragon’s spikes flared out inside her, and nearly had a heart attack when the first spurt of his seed shot into her. It was hot, thick, and Spike had plenty more where the first bit came from.

Derpy whimpered as she came again and again, sure that there was something in the dragon’s cum that had such an effect on their mates. She was packed completely full with sticky, wet heat that radiated out, and she loved every second of it; even if she could feel her legs, she wouldn’t have released her grip. Spike slowly relaxed his hold on her neck before gently lowering Derpy back to the bed; he took his time in pulling out, every sense of his telling him to stay firmly inside his partner, and with good reason. He spasmed as he tried to free himself, his sensitive nubs leaving him too stunned to move without overpowering his senses. Below him, Derpy giggled.

“Go ahead and sleep, I’ve got a couple pillows right here,” she said in a tired, euphoric voice. For once, her eyes were in what most ponies considered a normal position, and not for her trying; her every muscle was too relaxed to bother twitching out of place. Hesitantly, Spike placed his head on one of the mailmare’s breasts, and a sweaty, satisfied pile of dragon-pony relations slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Spike woke first the next morning, and half wondered if the previous night had really happened or if he’d simply dreamed the entire experience; the bare warmth against him and his own nakedness told him otherwise. Derpy slept peacefully, uncaring that the sun flooded in through the window. Like Spike, her upper body was exposed, and despite the obvious thoughts with her generous breasts free for him to see, nothing sexual crossed his mind; the way the sunlight turned her grey fur a golden hue made her appear angelic, like she was so far above such temptations. Despite the warmth of the room, exaggerated by the mugginess from the previous night’s storm, the mailmare shivered and cuddled up to the drake. Slowly, one of her yellow eyes opened, and met his gaze.

“I just may have to take Twilight up on her offer if I get to see more of you,” she said with a sleepy smile. Derpy rolled onto her stomach and stretched an arm over the dragon’s chest. She fiddled with the nightstand before tossing the shedded condom and its wrapper into the small trashcan she kept by her bed. The latex barely left her hand before the bedroom door opened and a magenta mare popped her head through the crack. The newcomer was a unicorn that Spike had seen with Dinky on a number of occasions, though they were never introduced; he figured she was either Dinky’s older sister or babysitter.

“Mom?” the younger mare asked quietly, as if unsure of what she was seeing. Derpy looked at her eldest daughter and yawned a bit, before blinking her eyes straight. “Uh, good morning?”

“Morning, honey,” Derpy sleepily replied, shifting until she lay entirely over Spike’s abdomen; the mailmare propped herself on her elbows as spoke. “You just get in?”

“Oh, no; I got home about an hour ago,” Sparkler answered, looking between her mother and the dragon she had pinned beneath her. The unicorn seemed a bit uneasy seeing such a sight, given that her mother hadn’t been involved in any behavior like this in her entire memory, or, at least to her knowledge. “Listen, I have breakfast cooked up, so just come out and eat when you get ready, okay?”

“Sure thing, sweetie; Dinky up and about yet?” the pegasus asked, combing her mane with a hand as best she could. Sparkler only nodded her head as she slowly closed the door, leaving the mare and dragon alone for an indeterminate amount of time. Derpy sat up and stretched her wings out, yawning for what must have been the dozenth time that morning. She snuggled up on Spike’s chest, burying her face into his neck as she ran a finger down the drake’s jaw. “Now, why don’t you tell me what Cheerilee hinted at yesterday?”