My Dragon, His Pony

It was that oh so peaceful time between night and dawn as Sweetie Belle snoozed like a dainty flower under her pink blankets. She was having a wonderful dream where she could eat as much as she wanted and not gain a pound. On her dresser was mounted the long rock she had gotten the day prior. Sweetie had felt hesitant about the dirty rock, till she learned that it was petrified lightning. So she brought it home and washed it off and….it still looked like a dirty rock, but it was about what it was on the inside.

Suddenly, a rapping sound came from her window. Sweetie groaned as she stirred from her peaceful sleep and angled her head to the window.
The form of an orange pegasus grinning told her through the groggy haze that it was Scootaloo, come to pay her an early visit.

The still half asleep unicorn got up from her warm nest and went to open the window. Her usual lush and bouncy mane had transformed over night to what Sweetie's friends liked to call "The Sweetie Fro". Scootaloo zipped in and gracefully touched down on the floor, beaming as if she had won the lottery.

"Hey Sweetie! I know it's early, but I just couldn't wait to talk to you about this idea I had," the teen pegasus explained as Sweetie drifted in and out of consciousness.

"W-what is it Scootaloo?" She asked in a dry tone.

"I've been thinking about your whole 'not sure about going all the way with your drakefriend' thing, and I think I have a solution."

Sweetie perked a bit at her friend's offer for help, while still feeling a bit of trepidation at the idea of accepting Scootaloo's help. In the past, Scootaloo's ideas of "helping" entailed some kind of over the top risk to ones life, but Sweetie always tried to stay open to her friend's suggestions.

"W-well, I'll hear you out, but I'm not jumping into anything," she made perfectly clear.

Scootaloo turned her head from left to right, showing off her ears and the silver studs that decorated them. Scootaloo had developed an addiction for steel, (or piercings more precisely). She had gotten her first one when she turned thirteen, and then two became four.

"I think you should get pierced," she stated like it was no big deal.

Sweetie's irises shrank to pin holes. She had hated the idea of pain to a degree that some would consider……crazy? As a filly, she needed to be held down by no less than three full grown stallions whenever she needed to get a shot at the doctor's. So it went without saying that the idea of being punctured of her own volition was an alien concept.

"NO," she said definitively. But Scootaloo wasn't going to be denied so easily.

"Sweetie, I know that you have a 'thing' about needles and pain or whatever, but think about it for a second. Having a piercing would make you more confidant, and then you wouldn't be so scared about forming the hydra with two backs with Spike."

Sweetie only looked at her friend with a face that begged the question "seriously?".

"Aaaaaand, did I mention that guys go gaga for a girl who has piercings?" Scootaloo asked, giving Sweetie a sly grin.

Sweetie was about to say "no" again, but she started to think about it more. Spike was somewhat perverted, so it might entice him even if she had some body jewelry to tease him with. She started fantasizing about the look on his face when he saw a ring or stud on her body. She could even get one with a gem inside it, just to get his mouth watering.

A few moments of pain would be worth a lifetime of drakefriend attention.

"Scootaloo, how strong is your right hoof?" Sweetie asked seriously.

Scootaloo looked down at her right appendage, contemplating the question.

"Uhhhhh, pretty strong I guess. Why do you ask?"

Sweetie used a brush to try and tame "The Fro", before turning to leave her room quietly.

"Because I'm gonna need you to hold my hoof, and I don't want to break yours."

Scooaloo squeed on the inside as she followed Sweetie to the stairs.

"You won't regret this, Sweetie. My friend at the parlor is a real pro, and she said that since you're my friend, she'll do you for free!"

Scootaloo continued to rattle on how this was a great idea, while Sweetie was sweating at the thought of the pain to come.

It was thirty minutes later and thirty minutes past eight when Sweetie tip hoofed into her home and back up to her room. She needed to keep her new piercing a secret from her parents. Sweetie was still tired, so she laid down so as not to agitate her new piercing. She was scared of the idea at first, but it was really pretty, and it did make her feel more confident and sexy.

She had selected a silver ring with a little ball of emerald to hold it in place. The emerald ball reminded her of Spike's eyes, which she thought of as she drifted back to sleep.

Spike walked up the steps to Sweetie's house. He knocked lightly on the door and waited for somepony to answer. The sound of hooves on floor approached the door, and Spike smiled at the familiar, happy face of Pearl as she answered.

"Spike, what a wonderful surprise. What brings you by so early, sweetheart?"

Spike always liked Pearl. Since the day that he and Sweetie had started dating, she had treated him like he was her son, and often stated that she would be his mom one day, which caused an embarrassed blush to come to Spike's face, not to mention Sweetie's.

"Morning, Pearl. Is Sweetie up yet?"

"Oh, that girl, she's still snoozing in her room. Why don't you go wake her up for me?"

Spike smiled and saluted.

"Will do," he chimed.

"I made some cookies. Make sure to get one before you go."

Spike licked his lips.

"Mrs. Pearl, you are a lady and a saint, and if I wasn't infatuated with your daughter, I would elope with you to the Crystal Empire" he complemented as he ascended the stairs, leaving Pearl to blush and giggle.

Spike gave Sweetie's door a light knock, but found that the door opened as he touched it, revealing a sleeping unicorn on her pink bed. She looked so cute and angelic as she slept like a foal. Spike was about to say something to wake her, when he noticed something that made his jaw drop. Sweetie was laying on her side, which drew his attention to her exposed belly, and the shiny silver ring in her navel with a green gem.

He stopped thinking, and breathing a little bit. Spike stepped one foot forward, but accidentally let his foot slam on the floor, causing Sweetie to stir. She cooed, raising her head and blinking at the sight of the scaly purple male standing in her doorway. She smiled as she used a hoof to rub the sleep from her eyes.

"Hey, Spikey boo. What time is it?" She asked, not noticing that Spike was staring at her navel.

"Uhh, it's eleven," he said, trying not to sound shocked.

Sweetie's vision came back to normal, as did her memory of the ring in her bellybutton. Her hooves quickly darted to her middle in an attempt to cover the ring, but it was too late. Spike had seen, and Sweetie could tell from the look on his face.

"S-Spike! I, uh, I didn't want you to find out like this! I wanted to show you after you got done with your job…"

Spike gulped, his feet moving on their own to where the blushing teen lay on her bed. With his strong claws, he moved her hooves as easily as tearing a paper bag. Sweetie squeaked as she shut her eyes and her face lit up like a stop light.

A long silence ensued as Spike gazed at the silver navel ring. Sweetie's soft, pink belly with the abstract addition of the ring was more entrancing than a meteor shower or a hoard of white gold coins and rainbow sapphires. He could feel his mouth watering at the sight of the small round stone at its middle, and it looked like a tasty little morsel.

Sweetie peeked at Spike's face, hoping that a peek would allow her to gauge his reaction to her new piercing, and hoping beyond that that he favored it.

His eyes were locked on the jewelry, his eyes sparkling. She wasn't sure, but she almost thought that she heard a low growling sound in his chest.

"Do…do you like it?" She asked the powerful male drake who's face was just a breath away from her most closely guarded treasures. A puff of a thought occurred to open her hind legs (just a bit) and giving him an eyeful of her blossoming mounds, but decided against it, seeing as he was absolutely transfixed on the ring in her navel.

Spike gulped.

"Yeah…I really do," he breathed.

"Didn't it hurt though? I thought you hatter all things sharp and pointed, especially ones intended to break the skin."

Sweetie huffed in embarrassment.

"W-well, Scootaloo came by. She went on about how you would like it…so…yeah."

Spike smirked, flashing his pearly fangs as his mind filled with desires of eating the white cutie whole.

"So, uh, is it ok, or does it still hurt?" He asked, seeing that the skin around the hole was a little red.

"Well, it doesn't really hurt, as much as it feels a little tender."

Spike broke his fix on her belly and smiled wickedly, slipping his forked tongue out and sucking it back in like a serpent.

He let a thick part of his tongue lay flat on the bottom part of her bellybutton and dragged it up to the top, over the ring and back down again, coating the warm, pink flesh in saliva. Sweetie gasped.

"Ah! Y-you're trying to tease me, aren't you!?"

Spike chuckled, sucking his tongue back into his mouth before dawning the most serious face he could.

"No, no, of course not. Don't you see the redness around the piercing? I'm just trying to clean it for you. Isn't that something a good boyfriend would do for his princess?"

Sweetie could smell cow pie from a mile away, but something kept her from giving the giant purple perv a firm smack.

She liked it.

He was being so naughty and assertive. She could see it in his eyes that even if she said 'no' that he would just eat out her navel regardless. Not to mention that his hot, wet tongue felt really good on her "tender" piercing. As if all that wasn't enough, he called her "princess", which was the cherry on the sunday.

So, putting aside her ladylike prudishness, she decided to…'indulge' his perversions.

"Oh, ok then. Y-you can keep going," she uttered in her best "shy filly" voice.

Spike slipped his tongue out and started using the forked tips to tickle around the depression, eliciting a sharp sigh from Sweetie. His mouth was really watering now, as the sweet taste of the gem stone and her skin dissolved on his tongue.

Without warning, he released a long length of his oral muscle fall onto her stomach. Now he was openly dragging his tongue up and down her belly, his saliva pooling in her navel and coating her stomach in drool.

It wasn't quite what Sweetie had in mind. She was hoping for a nice, romantic session of him kissing and gently licking her button, but this was just raunchy.
Despite that, Sweetie was kind of…enjoying this sort of attention.

His tongue felt so strong and wet, while his saliva was so hot it almost felt like liquid flames. She had noticed that trait from their various make-out sessions. Spike had explained that a dragon's saliva had hot saliva from the salivary glands being in close proximity to the fire glands.

With his heated drool, and the thick weight of his tongue rubbing and pressing into her flesh, it almost felt like he was massaging her with his mouth, and Sweetie was soon finding herself cooing and sighing as her hot breath billowed with her heavy breathing.

"Y-you just wanted an excuse to molest my stomach…didn't you?"

Spike was too entranced in his feast to answer. He could feel Sweetie trembling under him as he let his tongue slither and slide all over her.

"You're such a pervert, Spike," she whimpered between waves of pleasure. It was then that she perked up, feeling an undeniable feeling of moisture in a very private place, a moisture that was bellowing at her to slate. She covered her mouth with a food as she half lidded her eyes at the handsome and sexy dragon still at work on her belly. She could feel her desire rising, as well as the wetness, forcing words to rise up from within.

"Y-you know….if you like…you can…you can-"

"Oh snap! Is that the time!?"

Sweetie would have jumped, had it not been for Spike's strong weight on her.

Spike had glanced at the clock and seen that he had five minutes to get to his job at Silver Spoon's house. He looked to Sweetie, his pevy predator look gone and in it's place was his normal Spikey face.

"I'm so sorry, Sweetie, I gotta get running or I'm gonna be late."

Sweetie brushed a lock of mane that had stuck to the sweat on her brow, smiling and trying her best not to look frazzled.

"Of course, sweetie, go ahead. I wouldn't want you to be late."

Spike leaned in and gave her a kiss.

"I'll see you around four."

Sweetie put a gentle hoof to his cheek, giving him a warm eye flutter.

"Be safe, ok?"

Spike felt his chest get tight as he leaned in again, giving her a slightly longer kiss.

"Don't worry your pretty little flank about me, princess."

Sweetie blushed again as she watched him dash out the door. She waited a minute or two before she flopped her face into her pillow, flailing her limbs as she screamed out her muffled frustrations.

"STUPID SPIKE! STUPID DRAGON! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!!"

She raised her head, huffing as she replayed the events in her mind.

"Guess I can't bee too mad. I did get a nice, hot belly loving. Scootaloo was right, I'll have to thank her monday at….OH BUCK!"

Sweetie had gotten so caught up in her love session with Spike that she had forgotten about the lunch she had slaved over (with her mother's help) for Spike.
She felt like such a dunce. How could she send her boyfriend off without the lunch she had made him?

"Oh no! Now he's going to get hungry, and he won't have any lovingly made lunch to nourish himself with!"

Her face took on a look of horror as she turned to her mirror.

"Of all the worst things that could happen...this is..the....WORST....POSSIBLE...THING!!"

Sweetie jumped up and darted down to the kitchen. If she was going to catch up with him, she was going to have to put on some speed. While Spike did have somewhat stubby legs, he could run like an Equestria games athlete.

***

Silver Spoon looked out a window at the purple dragon as he ran toward her mansion, a sinister smile cresting her features. She let her mane out and took off her glasses. She turned to a contact lens case and opened it, gently placing the lenses in her eyes. She blinked and hissed as the burning pain came in waves.

She quickly shook it off, leaving her room after checking her look and finding herself lovely. A knock came at the door as she reached the entry.

"Step two starts now."