A Private Party

by Rotul

Rating: mature
Tags: Spike, Romance, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3217

Spike gives his body tender loving care.

After a long and exasperating experience at Canterlot High, Twilight and Spike return to a happy reunion with their closest of friends. Unfortunately for Spike, they already want to celebrate, but he retaliates. “Hmmmm. Nah. I think I’ll just turn in,” he exclaims in denial. Even a dragon such as himself needs some alone time…with an apron.

Special Thanks to Art Inspired for being an awesome editor!

Cover Art by CR-R

Another lovely addition for this group here and other groups and stuff.

Published 2014-10-26 16:30:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-26 16:30:04 UTC

The Drake and his Apron

Things were pretty good. Spike and Twilight returned from the world of Canterlot High, happy to be back in their own homeland of Equestria. The duo’s return through the portal was much more solid than the last time, thanks to the genius of Pinkie Pie and her fascination with blowing bubbles. The girls were waiting in the library when they appeared before them, and seemed to be less dizzy from the effects of the reality warp.

“Twilight!” exclaimed Pinkie.

The girls were delighted to see their friends back again, and in one piece from equestria’s neighboring dimension. Much like the first time around at the Crystal Empire, they were esteemed and full of questions regarding the duo’s latest adventure.

“You’re back!” voiced Rainbow Dash.

“Thank goodness,” said Applejack.

The girls and drake then commenced in a typical group hug. It was always nice to have the team back together again, regardless of the situation. Things were going pretty well for the seven, especially considering the penultimately recent event in their lives was the fresh responsibility of spreading friendship across Equestria. With such a huge castle as their station, Twilight could tell it wouldn’t be easy, but neither would it be an impossibility either. Things were changing, but they were of course more than ecstatic to welcome the changes with open forearms. Pinkie looked at the right corner of the screen while shaking her head. “Just not the same… But, gotta be positive for the future!”

Rarity trotted in front of Pinkie soon after. “Of course, darlings, we’ve got plenty of intriguing questions for you!”

Much like the first time, Twilight and Spike were exhausted, and in no mood to entertain Rarity’s curiosity. Breaking in her new bed sounded much more comforting. As well for Spike to just indulge himself with a heavenly nap in his new, silk fabric basket.

“Girls, I would love to, but I-“ began Twilight, but predictably, she was cut off by Rainbow.

“Oh no you don’t!”

Twilight and Spike felt a bit confused by Rainbow Dash’s enthusiasm. In fact, the more Twilight looked around, the more she noticed the rest of the girls having pretty positive expressions on their faces as well.

“We figured y’all would come back with no harm done to ya,” Applejack explained to the two. “So, natrally’, we decided to prepare for a nice lil celebration back at Sweet Apple Acres!”

They looked at one another, really wanting to turn in for the day, but they couldn’t possibly say no to their friends who had been optimistic for their return. Twilight relented, if she can partake in hours of studying throughout the night, then she can take the time to converse, and have some fun for a few hours.

“Oh… alright girls, you win,” her highness said defeatedly.

The girls cheered in excitement, especially Rainbow Dash, who would totally cut loose with the apple cider later on. Spike wasn’t really in the mood however, and really did need his sleep.

“How about yerself, Spike? You’re coming too, aren’t ya?” asked Applejack.

“Hmmmm. Nah. I think I’ll just turn in, but you can totally save me some cider and pie for me next time!”

“Ha! If there’s even any left, huh big guy?” Rainbow asked jokingly as she nudged Spike with an elbow.

“Um. Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Fluttershy spoke up, “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to…”

“Yeah, it’s cool you guys. Have fun!” With those words, it almost seemed as if he was trying to rush them off, but furtively.

Twilight was a little concerned; she wondered why he wouldn’t want to enjoy himself like always, and join her and the others on events at certain times. Although, to be fair, doing things such as going on a last minute trip to Canterlot for a surprise party, or a trip to Dodge Junction to find a friend tended to pale in comparison to the comfort of a nice, warm bed, and she knows that his own quarters had his name on it. With a lock and everything, it proved to be quite the fitting place of slumber for the hero of the Crystal Empire.

“You too, Spikey Wikey,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie as she noogied the drake.

“Hey…” Rarity said in an amusingly cold fashion.

“Hey I said it first!” Pinkie Pie responded with little care.

“Okay, girls, settle down... let’s party! Alright?” Twilight questioned, acting as the equalizer of the group. She soon teleported the six girls including herself away to their destination, Sweet Apple Acres.

Meanwhile, Spike smiled deviously, and made his way to his own, personal quarters. Thankfully it was the one right next door to the library, so he quickly embraced the fact that he didn’t have to travel far. “A quick turn around the corner, and here we are!”

He was getting used to his new room, as it was incredibly spaced out, especially for a dragon of his current size. He looked around after locking the crystalline entryway, and his mood could best be described as blissful.

He felt as bright as the fireworks that he had lit during the closing ceremony of the Equestrian Games. Perhaps even as radiant as the statue in his likeness for being a revered hero. He was simply happy as a horse eating hay on a fall season’s day. He made his way to his armoire where he kept his comics, and considered reading the more naughtier material imported from Neighpalm Harbor. After thanking the power of magic that had been placed on it before the library was destroyed, and saving his stash from being blown into oblivion, he opened the armoire.

He gasped. Right there, amongst the many detailed pages was his pink apron, the very same piece of clothing that he’d thought was destroyed in the fire; the one with the red heart laced just outside, on the chest area. He looked at the apron closely, and his happy mood was plagued with doubt, on how Rainbow called him a lame dragon, that he liked to wear aprons in the first place.

He knew Rainbow was only fooling around with him at the time. In fact, she was the one who was concerned about his well being the day after, but it still stung nevertheless. He always pictured himself, as a taller muscular dragon, with bulging muscles, and an incredible strut. Perhaps with a cape, even, constantly flexing in the mirror for the mares to swoon at his feet. He even started using the dumbbell Rainbow gave him for his birthday. Albeit he improved in strength, there were no huge changes to his physical stature, unless he relented to his greedy nature, something he won’t ever resort to no matter the circumstances.

Spike went to the mirror, nearest to his bed. He recently took Twilight’s advice to heart, that only he can make himself feel happy in the end. All the praise in the world doesn’t matter if he wasn’t satisfied with himself. He looked in the mirror, and at that moment, he was happy with what he saw, with what the world saw, with what his fans saw at the Crystal Empire.

His fans loved him for who he was, not for what he wanted to fantasize as. The Great and Honorable Spike, the Brave and Glorious Dragon; He stood right there, in the mirror. A charming dragon that could easily range from being Twilight’s personal testing assistant to being just as immature as the former unicorn herself at times. Not to mention, Rarity’s pin holder for his durable dragon scales, something that nopony could muster through. Quite the honor, that. All in all, here he was, his reflection, a smooth dragon, and no cracks in the mirror to boot.

They loved him. He loved himself.

“I love me,” said Spike.

“Looking good Spike. Looking real good.” He didn’t flex this time, but still made sure to inspect his features while he could. Having a private party with the body he was born with, so to speak. He decided to return to the armoire and get the apron. He now felt attracted to it rather than ashamed to even find it in such good conditioning. He returned to the mirror with the apron being tied around his back, and blushed a little, happy with the dragon in the mirror, a good-looking one at that, especially when compared to most in the world. He was proud that he could look good in pink. It matched pretty well for some scrupulous reason.

Purple, and green scales, emerald eyes, a fairly long tongue, cute claws. “Perfectly curvy rump with a gently coiling tail at the end,” he commented. “Can’t forget that!”

He then noticed it himself; he did have a pretty curvy stature, averagely reptilian and smooth that he would consider being a model for his kind. He wondered if that’s why they were smiling at him when he was blushing furiously in that apron, but then relented to think his friends would have such dirty ideas.

He then remembered an incident back at the Crystal Empire, while he was enjoying the night stroll back towards the palace. He had managed to see a particular crystal pony from earlier, the one with an atom for a cutie mark, walking the opposite direction. Spike wasn’t the type to leave his fans hanging, so he managed to catch up with the stallion, which the admirer was more than surprised that the honorable Spike would come to him at all.

Spike thought nothing of it when he hugged the stallion and apologized, even going so far as to give him an autograph he promised. Then, the stallion said something questionable before he dashed off into the shadows.

“Spike, I… I think you’re cute!”

He remembered it wasn’t just the stallion, it was also a few crystal mares, some giving him subtle looks and lusty glances as he wandered by that night, others he remember gave him obvious compliments on his apparently seductive look.

“Were they looking at my tail, exactly, or…?”

The thoughts of ponies finding his current features attractive not only amplified his confidence, but also helped him feel more heated in direct areas. He noticed at that moment, that his member was increasingly growing beneath his apron.

“Oh. Hehe…thank goodness nopony’s here,” Spike said hoping he didn’t just accidentally jinx himself.

His groin was unmistakably erect beneath his apron, stiff and proudly protruding through the ruffles. He knew what he had to do to relieve himself of this welcomed problem. He looked at himself again in the mirror, and understood what the other ponies saw in him, and why they found him so attractive. He decided to cover his erection, but his posture only gave more emphasis on his backside.

“Jeez… this apron really doesn’t cover up the goods when you think about it.”

He allowed the cloth to rub right against on his base, the texture being too soft to resist, a good feeling for the drake overall. He couldn’t help but squirm a little before he realized that he would make a pretty tough stain if he continued. Thusly, he was about to consider taking it off, until he noticed a tiny, wet blotch from where the tip was already pushing against. The pink apron was already stained with his sexual fluids.

“Oh well… just another cleaning job.” He sighed coyly before starting to relieve his tension.

Like the servant he was, Spike sat himself down and grabbed his member through the folds, only to help make the throbbing more of an occurrence. Deep, fiery breathing complimented the sight he saw in the reflection. He moved slowly, massaging himself, treating his body to the pleasure of approaching release. It was the appropriate way after holding such tension in during his time in the other world. As he repetitively stroked himself off faster and faster, he decided to grind his body in a constant motion to add to the pleasure of his rhythm.

“Oh yeah… that’s it,” Spike moaned aloud.

The material was feeling enjoyable now around his dragonhood. He couldn’t help but bite his lip with the introduction of this new sensation, to add to the pleasure, he decided to try something new. He decided to visualize with closed eyes.

“Oh… Rarity…”

He even started thinking of something even naughtier, to be under Applejack’s nice and thick, juicy rump as she sat all over his face, asking if ‘lover boy’ liked what he was tasting, while Rarity forced him to give her friend the licking of a life time. It was then that Applejack would come up and give the drake a good licking of his member while Rarity would use a toy to plow the farm girl’s ass. Maybe it’d even end in the two mares lip-locking passionately… but not before presenting their flanks for him, each dripping wet and wanting oh, so badly for him to tease them both with his single, above average, lengthy taster.

“Mm...” Spike groaned in and out of the lewd idea a few times, only to trail off to another fantasy of his, possibly one involving Twilight this time.

His spunk was just as clear as the crystals he ate. His lovey liquids wouldn’t stop dribbling from his member; meeting with the apron he tightly wore. With three more spurts, his pink apron became stained with his essence, his fallacies, and his dreamy desires.

“Holy shh…” Spike panted with a smirk.

The poor guy was sweating by then, and was more exhausted than anything, from not just coming from another adventure, but from giving his body, mind and soul an incredibly positive workout.

He still held his member by the palms of his claws, which was still mildly hardened. He had a sense of amusement from just visualizing unorthodox outcomes in his secretly perverted mind, and being happy just being here, being himself, and being Spike. With little left to do, the being lowered himself down on the warmed floor and decided it would be best to make sure that he slept well tonight.

“Heh…don’t worry my little apron, I’ll make sure to get all these rough and tough stains out before bed,” Spike said as he started to move into a different position.

He turned himself around, bent his knees, and had his rump in the air in order to grab his member, only to begin his second session.

He looked behind himself at his exposed posterior, and even he couldn’t believe how alluring his cheeks glistened. No wonder he can draw the attention of stallions and mares so easily. It was a strange realization, but a flattering one. No denying that.

He held on tightly with both claws gripping onto him forcefully, and began to stroke much more frequently than he did before. His thoughts of the crystal stallion with that atom cutie mark; the fantasy dreams of his friends, and various other acts of lust plagued his mind. All the while, Spike continued to come that much closer to climaxing.

“Oh. Oh…come on, just a little harder… Just a little rougher!”

At that moment, he didn’t very much care how fast he went. So long as he reached his goal in the end, he would be thoroughly sated with who he was, just as everyone else around him that adore and love him were satisfied with who he’d grown into. Those were the ones that made him feel better than ever, to know that his type of love is universal for everypony, the love to make oneself feel good. Naturally, his pulsating cock was beyond slippery, the perfect texture for his grasp to move back and forth with little trouble mixed in.

“Alright Spike… let’s do it again,” he huffed, grinning toothily.

Predictably, at that point, he wouldn’t mind if someone; anyone was watching him from the darkness, to tell him that it was okay to let himself go from time to time. At that point, he wasn’t sure if what he heard was just his mind playing tricks on him, or if it really was somepony who was enjoying the show.

“Cum, my naughty boy,” the voice whispered. “Cum for me with that thick, veiny dick, you bad dragon you!”

It was then he piqued for a second time, his body becoming tense, and his twitching dick jizzing strongly. While his seed spurted, and his dragonhood that was already soaked to the brim from the first time around was coated, he collapsed.

Spike could only groan in ecstasy before his body tension was eventually followed by the sensation of rest, and calmness. The shadow of slumber and peace overtook his mind, and body. Just before he slipped into a potent sleep, he decided to be a bit impulsive. He turned himself back around and looked right at the mirror to see a relaxed dragon, albeit a little sweaty. All of his jizz made clearly visible marks on his apron. He lifted this wear over and off of his shoulders, and noticed how awfully appealing he looked having his member exposed with the apron still on him.

Despite a few traces here and there, he nodded at how almost none of his cum even touched the floor. He was really happy by then, for that apron could be Rarity’s influence, but he appreciated the aesthetic features it gifted him, as well as served its purpose time and time again when it came to battling persistent stains.

He then scooped some of the sliding water up from the shroud, and felt its sticky balance. The more he played with it in a curious fashion, the more unique the substance seemed. He wasn’t at all shying away from the quality. Being a dragon, he knew it would be hot, but to produce this much was impressive, even to himself.

“Hmm…” Spike said as he smacked around and savored his essence with both hands, his apron held under his arm. Looking at himself, he felt like he made passionate love to a pony, or even another dragon in question.

It didn’t matter if it was a mare or a stallion. He felt content, and had the confidence to know that his lover would feel just as good to see what he saw.

He had a wonderful time with his private party. Happy to know that not only ponies love him in many ways, that he loved himself just as much, and maybe even more. He decided to curl up with the apron he was once wearing like he would a lover, and decided to give the floor a chance.

After all, the bed wasn’t going anywhere, and he felt pretty comfortable now while he drifted into a slumber filled with sweets, and Rarity.

Too comfortable to notice that a certain pink maned pony who had decided to come back to the castle with some good cooking, and some refreshing cider for her drake friend was watching him. Had Spike made sure he’d shut the door all the way before locking it, she would’ve never seen a thing. Putting her constant, happy demeanor into account, one can guess she was dripping love juices of her own.