Of Course

by SilverEyedWolf

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike, Romance, Scootaloo
Length: 2338

Rainbow Dash tries to teach Scootaloo and Spike how to fly, but they enjoy the extracurricular activites more.

Rainbow Dash trains hard and fierce, and expects the same from her students. Someone who trains that hard has to have a secret when it comes to rest and relaxation, right?

This is a sequel of Another Massage Story, part two of three/four depending on how I feel. Expect as much plot as you received before.

Beware of animal anatomy, and enjoy.

Published 2014-12-21 16:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-21 16:30:02 UTC

Of Course

Scootaloo moaned aloud as the claws ran down her back, forcing her to arch like a cat just to feel those digits across her spine for a minute, a second longer. Of course he didn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop, and he ran both of his hands down her sides, pulling her back into his hips.

“Spike, please, no more teasing,” Scoots begged him, wings stiffly stretched to the sky as he ran his talons along her sides again. “I just need… need…”

He grinned as he arched his body over hers, his chest on her shoulders and his tongue in her ear. “What, Scootaloo, do you need from me?” he asked, his voice husking in the exact places she needed for her fur to rise as though drawn towards the sky instead of the ground. He laid his knuckles on the ground behind her rear legs and ran his claws up her legs slowly, over her rump to the base of her wings.

Her left leg twitched, and oh Celestia she was almost panting…

Leaning forward, she pulled her left leg to her belly before firing it back into Spike’s tibia, easily bruising the tease’s shin. He howled, falling back into the pool of hot water they’d been using to rest their tender muscles. Or rather, she’d been using. The stupid dragon hardly ever needed a rest, however much they exercised.

Having Rainbow Dash attempting to teach you to fly will do that to a young mare.

It’d been her eighteenth birthday gift, personal flying lessons from her once-upon-a-time idol, still the coolest mare Scootaloo knew. Of course, her tinkering cutie mark didn’t much require her flying, but Rainbow insisted that every creature with wings should know how to fly easily… And hey, didn’t Spike just get his wings as well?

So here they sat, in the steam of a hot pool owned by no pony, just barely inside the Everfree. Rainbow had kept it a jealous secret since her discovery of it during an accidental fly-over years ago.

Seeing how hard it worked Scootaloo to move her wings to fly, she’d gladly sworn her pupils to silence and escorted them to the vaguely green waters. She swore to her wings that there was no creature residing in the waters, and left them to their R&R session.

Of course, Spike had immediately started teasing Scootaloo about being able to work the knots out of his own muscles with his hands, something no pony could do with her own hooves, which had led to her almost begging for his help with her wings, stuck in a strange, outstretched position. Rainbow had warned her about this, of course, about the dangers of working her wing muscles too hard, and now they were cramped stiff.

And now he was watching her from the water, looking like some sort of primordial crocodile in the green pool. Testing the water, she lowered herself into the water slowly, letting the hot relief pour over her aching, tense wings.

She sighed deeply, closing her eyes and relaxing all the muscles she could while keeping her head above water, and of course that was when Spike chose to finally help her, gently squeezing the knotted muscles keeping her wings outstretched.

She melted forward, thinking he was beside her. Her snout tapped something smooth, and she opened her eyes to looking into his. She smiled nervously, stretching her wings happily, before she noticed exactly where her lips happened to be.

Her heart beat just a little harder, and the first thing she did was twitch against his hands, those damned talon still massaging her aching wings and holding her closer and closer to his torso.

The second thing she did was open her mouth to apologize, to explain the situation away, but she was still nose to nose with the drake, and when she tried opening her mouth the only thing she did was part their lips, and of course talking just moved her tongue against his lips.

He took all of this in stride, eyes widening slightly before they closed, and then his awful, wonderful claws were still moving on her wings, drawing her closer into his arms. Again she tried to apologize, but all she could do was moan, and his tongue wrapped around hers and he tasted just like the chocolate chip cookies Pinkie had baked them to take to their lessons.

Of course.

They broke apart with a small gasp, Scootaloo finding her legs around Spike’s neck and his beneath her forelimbs, still gently stroking her wings but in such a different way than before. He leaned into her again, kissing her now and there was no way that this was anything but a kiss. No bumbling apologies, no fumbling words, just the deep act of their lips.

She was leading now, she noticed as she found herself belly to belly with the young drake, sitting on his hips with her hind limbs cradled in his hands, wings still stiff but with rushing blood instead of knotted muscles. She vaguely remembered the feeling of his hands as they ran along her back, over her flanks to cup the joint in her legs and pull her closer to his waist, but it was as well remembered as her ascent to the top.

She ran her forelimbs over the scales of his neck, pushing herself closer to his chest and deeper into their kiss. She felt the smooth, hard stone bank under his back, and she had just enough time to wonder if her was comfortable beneath her before she noticed that there was a certain rock hard item where she was sitting as well.

She felt the flush of her face as she realized that there was heat in one other place besides her cheeks, but before she could really do anything about it Spike ran his hand from her flank, over her spine, all the way to her ear, where he cupped the back of her head and held her in a slightly more intense version of the same kiss, no deeper than before, actually a little less so, but so much more intimate than before.

Her intentions, her mind, all melted back into the soup of her mind. Her only thought became Spike, and she found that her hips were having thoughts of their own, bucking very slightly over the hard thing she could only guess at, but knew very well from their anatomy classes.

Feeling his arms wrap around her chest, she grabbed onto his neck as she was lifted from the water and over onto the grassy bank that ringed the pool. Spike reclaimed his increasingly preferred position, laying Scoots on her back before wedging himself between all four of her legs, holding her head with both his hands to keep her still for his kissing.

She had the slight presence of mind to feel the need to rebel, and she found her hooves moving between their bodies, over his chest, then his stomach. He gasped into her parted lips as she gently stroked that special place that was generating such a reaction between her own legs. Slowly she rubbed her fetlocks over his increasing shaft, feeling through the soft fur his hard skin.

For the first time he kissed somewhere beside her lips, a sweet licking nip at her neck, and she shivered at the feeling of his sharp teeth against her soft throat. Another stroking pass, two soft hooves wrapping around his shaft, and Spike gasped at the feeling she was sending through his everything.

So very, very gently, he bit down around her throat, pushing down into her hooves and moving across something he barely knew he longed for.

For her, each and every pointed tooth sent and electric tingling through her spine and all across her back, making every part of her twitch. Oh Celestia, every part of her twitched, and he felt it as if she’d used her hooves on him again.

He pulled his hips away from hers, and she had time to register a shallow feeling of deep loss, before he positioned his shaft at her entrance.

Just one twitch had his very tip inside of her, his pointed shaft digging easily into her love box. She sighed deeply as he continued to slide into her, her deep sighed pitching higher as he invaded more and more of her.

He slid deep into her in one smooth slide, waiting for resistance but only finding it when he’d almost hilted in her, hips barely touching but his tip going in much deeper than he’d expected. She squeezed him like velvet, like a sleeve that was three sizes too small but a soft, stretchy material.

Almost embarrassed, he asked, “I’m, uh, n-not your first?”

She looked at him askance, looked at him like he’d grown a third eye, then realized what he was talking about.

“T-toys only, Spike. You’re my first… first real…” She leaned up, kissing him once more. “You’re my first lo-lover.”

He ran his hands over the sides of her face, cupping her cheeks and pulling her into a deeper kiss, still for only so long before he pulled back on his hips, sliding out to his tip before sliding back in.

“Oooh, but careful with that tip,” she hissed, writhing as he filled her again. “That one’s still ne-new…”

She moaned again, no more words, only voice. He heeded her plea, no longer quite slamming himself in to the very base but trying to keep at least a inch less of himself in her. She grabbed his hips with her legs, pulling insistently at his scaly hips.

“Never mind,” she breathed, one quick word escaping unadulterated from her lips, “Give i-it all to m-me,” she tried, trailing off as he complied, chuckling deep in his throat, hips steadily thwacking together as he upped his pumping.

She tried to do anything besides laying there, besides the throaty moaning he conjured from deep in her chest, and found that her front legs worked well enough to pull him head to hers, his long, thin tongue wrapping around her own thick muscle.

She pulled away suddenly, putting a hoof in the middle of his chest. He stopped immediately, looking apologetically down into her confused eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he tried to ask, but she pushed a hoof to his lips and pulled him all the way into her with her rear legs. As far in as he could go, she could only barely retain her thought, but she rediscovered what had surprised her in the first place.

“Sp-Spike, are you… Is your base still growing?”

He shivered, moving back and forth very, very slightly, but still just enough…

“S-sorry, I guess I’m closer then I th-thought…”

She reached up, pulling him down into a kiss, before, pushing hard at his right shoulder and pushing down with a leg, flipping them both.

Pushing both of his shoulders into the grass, she sighed as she bounced slowly along his shaft, feeling his swelling base as it pushed against her entrance.

“If you’re knotting me, we’re doing this my speed,” she said, almost absently, before pushing hard against the rapidly growing swell at the very base of his shaft.

“Sc-Scootaloo, wait, I’m so…” he panted, gripping tightly at her hips.

With a small sound, she pushed the last of his shaft deep into her, shivering as she bounced harder and faster in place, her opening straining to contain all of the dragon inside of her.

He was twitching as she rode him, and every twitch slapped against the walls he was filling, stretching to very close to their limit, and with a hard series of surprising, short bucks, they moaned as he poured into her, thick ropes dissipating immediately as they hit her heaving walls.

The bucks shot her along to the very edge of her sanity, and the feeling of his hot come shooting into her pushed her off the cliff, her voice a sharp crescendo to match her body’s climax, her wings once again straining against the flesh binding them to her back.

Spike shivered, still shooting into her very womb as his knot emptied onto her now tarnished temple walls, Scootaloo stiffly bucking on his hips as she clamped around him. When she’d finally found her voice, she discovered nothing to say, and instead slumped down onto her lover’s chest.

Hips bucking twice, compulsively, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead and ears and anything else he could reach. Reaching down, he rubbed his hands along the newly sore muscles in her back as he finally emptied, shrinking and pulling out with a small ‘pop’. He immediately regretted the pulling as a small rush of his own juices fell out of his lover, drenching both of him in her sticky juices.

With a giggle, an almost delirious chuckle, Scootaloo pulled herself up just far enough to kiss Spike deeply, running her flat tongue along his pointed teeth just for the electric shiver she knew it would give her.

“You should carry me over to the bath,” she whispered, grinding her sex against his rapidly re-inflating member. “We can clean you up, maybe go another… What do you think, two? Three times?”

He chuckled, husky and deep in his throat. “I think… No. I love you, Scootaloo.”

She smiled devilishly. “Of course you do. Now, come fuck me in the springs.” Standing on shaky legs, she started to turn away. Almost as an afterthought, she leaned forward and kissed the dragon laying spread-eagle on the soft grass, deep and intimate.

“And, I love you too, of course.”

Author's Note

Sleep deprived apparently equals a decent writing spree. I have no idea how good/awful this is, so please make sure and tell me, especially if it's terrible. I apologize (maybe?) for the knotting thing, I know that's more of a canine thing than a reptile thing (I think?). Whatev. :applejackconfused: