"Oh, I love this one," Sweetie Belle said, lying herself across the huge blanket. "Just listen to that smooth, soothing way in which it opens." She gently slanted her head side to side, her fluffy mane rubbing against her pillows.
Spike simply smiled, and he walked over to adjust the speaker besides the window. He gazed out at the scene. Sweetie curled another pillow between her legs, feeling totally mesmerized by the music. Spike's eyes moved along the enormous, thick blanket with blue stars on white over to the other speaker against the bookshelf. Candles burned gently from shelf to shelf, table to table. The soft moonlight gave everything just the right shine.
Spike stepped along Twilight's new study room to the edge of the blanket, sitting himself down. As Sweetie moved her hooves to and fro in the air, he let out a happy sigh. The light. The sounds. I couldn't make it more perfect. It's like a movie. It can't be real.
"I wonder what instruments they have making that special tone, that-- oooh--" Sweetie leaned over, tucking her head futher into the pile of pillows. "It's layering melodies upon melodies, an electronic wonderland." She almost squealed at the instrumental break.
Spike watched her, hardly wanting to move. I shouldn't spoil the moment. I guess I... He suddenly left an inky blackness creeping up his stomach, his smile disappearing. I owe her that. As the song bled into the other, the speakers throwing out a bouncier, fluffier beat, he flashed back to their first time a week ago.
She had asked him to wait. Polite suggestions had turned into frustrated comments. Her smile had melted. She had made excuses. He had gotten angry, so very angry even though he knew it he shouldn't have. She hadn't understood how important it meant as a guy to have your first time as soon as possible-- how waiting too long would burn a scarlet 'l' for 'loser' onto his forehead. She had protested, kicking hay around in exasperation. Spike shuddered at the awful memory.
Sweetie gazed back at Spike, oblivious to the dragon's flood of thoughts. She cooed for a few seconds, stopped, and blushed profusely. Her voice blended in so perfectly. She didn't understand Spike's apprehension, and she moved over closer to him.
Spike flashed back to how Sweetie had finally hopped over to the side of the barn, hooves curling around in supplication. He had yelled that he didn't want it to be this way. She had asked in a snide voice why he stopped when he had what he wanted. They had both cried at different points, although they both did what they had read about. He had expected to feel like a conquering king when it ended, with Sweetie's quivering body lying atop the hay besides him. Instead, on that fateful night a week ago, he had felt completely empty.
And I asked myself-- "was that really just it"-- without an answer. Spike shoved the horrid memory out of his mind as he nudged closer to Sweetie, trying to put things past him. He reached over to the table besides them and grabbed two small glasses of club soda. It wasn't champagne. It seemed close enough, looking all clear and bubbly, and Sweetie didn't mind at all. I'm going to prove that I love her. I have to. He knelt down, his paws going through his hair. I can't live without her. i can't think. I can't feel. I have to have her.
Spike gazed upon her as she held the glass and sipped. She still wiggled her head in tune to the music. One song shifted into another, a chorus of smooth strings coursing through the room. Spike drank her flowing pink and purple curls as they moves across her shoulders and over to her cheeks.
As she opened her eyes once again, he gazed right into them. Her emerald eyes might as well have been pools for him to dive right into. She leaned over closer to him, smiling. He loved her smile. He loved everything else about her.
She held her hooves out, his paws naturally curling right over them. She felt so smooth, so wonderful. He closed his eyes, and he made yet another happy sigh. She reached over behind her and clutched a tiny white box.
"Dear sweet Celestia, she's so beautiful," Spike whispered to himself. He laid himself back into his side of the pile of pillows and watched as Sweetie curled up close.
"There's one of them left, Spikey," she said in a teasing voice. She picked up the last white-chocolate covered strawberry, holding it up in the air between them.
"Well, what does that mean?" Spike asked in what he hoped was a seductive voice. Sweetie simply nodded. Spike, confused but trying desperately not to show it, leaned his body even closer.
"Uh-huh," Sweetie said, and she moved the strawberry over to her mouth. As she bit half of it off, Spike shivered from head to toe, his heart pounding inside his chest. She held the rest over.
Now's the moment! It's the moment! Just like all of those romantic movies and shows and everything! He moved his head out and bit the other end, lips slurping a little bit. He had moved just inches away from Sweetie's face. He could hardly stand it. Her beauty just seemed to shine so much, blinding him. He felt so nervous. He saw Sweetie open her mouth a little, her piece of the strawberry stuck to her teeth.
He took in her smug expression. What's she-- she's-- I don't know! What now? Half of him felt so terrified that he could hardly move, but the rest of him already reacted by instinct, his paws holding her shoulders. Her face moved closer. Now's the moment, really! You won't ruin it by getting too physical this time! Kiss her! His face moved closer. Kiss her, you blockhead!
Their lips met. His arms curled right around her back, paws nestled upon her hooves. He couldn't believe it. She passed the strawberry pieces right into his mouth. As he swallowed, kiss flowed into kiss. He still barely knew what to do, but he tried to run his tongue along her teeth. She loved it, doing the same in less than a second.
He felt her hooves rubbing against his chest, sending tingles of pleasure through him. He made out with her again and again, heads bobbing side to side. She broke the kiss, gazing upon him. Her wonderful expression, sheer love just pouring off of her enormous smile, made him move his arms and legs over her.
Bodies totally joined, he rubbed his paws along her back. He kissed her again and again, everywhere that he could. From her cheeks to her neck to her chest to her hooves, she brought him sheer and total bliss. He reached down to her flanks, loving that contrast between her soft, marshmallow-like plot and smooth fur with his rough scales.
That contrast meant so much to them both. Like two pieces of a puzzle, they just fit each other so well. Spike's paws moved down even more, squeezing her flanks gently. She cooed, rubbing her face against his side. She started to kiss him back, and he moaned while his paws squeezed tighter.
The area between Spike's legs screamed at him, telling him to hurry. He knew that he had to savor the moment. He had to make her feel good first. She had to know how much he loved her, wanted to make her happy in every way.
Spike positioned himself on top of Sweetie, moving down. He layered kiss upon kiss on her delicious body, rubbing his face in her soft white fur. He went along her chest to her belly. His kisses got messier and messier, slurping his tongue along her fur. She quivered in pleasure each time, her hooves nudging around his head.
He finally made it between her legs. He leaned up, licking his lips in anticipation. She watched him, beginning to pant, and she slid her hooves over. Spike gazed upon her beautiful slit, pink folds nestled inside her soft white fur, and he slurped from top to bottom. Sweetie let out a deep, loud whine.
He slurped once again, moving from bottom to top, and he leaned forwards. She shivered, bursts of joy flowing through her sides. He kissed along her slit, his tongue moving side to side. She dug her hooves into the blanket. He licked against the top, looking up at her face. He had hardly any idea what to do, but she seemed to more than love her.
Her desperate face, almost drooling, looked totally adorable. Spike closed his eyes and kept on slurping. He danced along her slit, drinking in her amazing scent. He couldn't have dreamed that it would taste so good, smell so good, and just feel so good. He felt wall of pleasure after wall of pleasure slam into Sweetie's senses, building up and up to something.
He hardly understood what that something was. He wiggled his tongue around, paused, and started to sink it inside her pink marehood. She yelled, hooves smacking down against the blanket. He slurped up and down, his lips taking her sweet slit, and he knew. She couldn't take it very much longer.
Finally, he shoved his head forward, licking straight up inside her marehood. He stroked something or other time and time again. Sweetie made half-yell after half-yell, head buried into the pillows, and she clutched his head with her hooves. He pushed forwards for one last, final sloppy kiss. He took in her wonderful pink marehood, and he felt her shiver uncontrollably.
"Spppppiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikkkkeeeeeeeee! Sweetie called out, body losing control. He popped upwards, gazing upon her overcome face. Tears dripped down her adorable face, her mane curling around the pillows behind her. She blinked, hooves going up to Spike's chest and making little circles upon his scales.
"I love you," Spike said, gazing at her perfectly cute face. His claws nudged up her hooves, holding them tightly against his own chest. She smiled.
She opened her mouth to reply, still crying from the burst of unbelievable pleasure. Before she could say a thing, he kissed her again. She moaned, lips moving against his. They made out, somehow even more passionately than before. Whatever lines had existed between them had been totally blow away.
He broke the kiss this time, leaning backwards. She panted, hooves coming down to her own belly. Spike felt his dragonhood throbbing, begging him for attention. He still focused on Sweet's face, her cheeks blushing from the sheer emotion.
"I love you too," she replied. They locked eyes, and she knew that she meant every word.
"I'll always be with you."
"Oh, Spike..."
He leaned down a little, perfectly positioned over her. "I'll always need you. I'll always have you. I'll always love you."
"Spike," she said, slanting her head over. She somehow blushed even more, her cheeks turning a bright red. "I know-- it's-- it's okay."
"Okay," he repeated, still not sure what to think. He felt like a tiny mental ship on an ocean amidst a hurricane of emotions.
She popped upwards, kissing Spike on the cheek. She moved her mouth right over to his ear, and she whispered, "Ponies do that when they're in love with each other. And it's right. It's... it's..."
She didn't have to explain anything. She didn't have to. Spike started to cry. Just a few tears at first, it quickly became a torrent, going down his face and onto her neck.
"I'm so sorry," he sobbed, "Sorry that I made it bad... that I forced... that, our first time..." He could hardly go on, a cold flash of regret coming over his face. "I'm so sorry about everything."
She wordlessly moved her head over and kissed his other cheek. Spike just beamed. "I love you, Spikey." She moved down upon the pillows, hooves pointed upwards.
Spike gazed from her poofy mane to her smooth chest over to her soaking wet marehood. He took a deep breath, slanting himself down the blanket. He lined himself up perfectly, his dragonhood right atop her slit. Eye to eye, Spike saw Sweetie simply nod, a tender expression coming over her beautiful face. Spike closed his eyes, and he shoved himself forwards.
*Thrust!*
Spike collapsed upon Sweetie's body, tears pouring from his eyes once again. Ripples of pleasure coursed along his sides. Inch by inch, he pressed himself gently forwards into sheer bliss. He locked his paws upon her hooves. Face to face, they gazed at each other. She smiled-- a genuine smile this time.
He brought himself up the base, and he groaned. Her marehood took him in with such a tight and wet embrace, pleasure after pleasure blowing his mind. He slid backwards, still trying to take it easy.
He could barely think. Yet he still flashed back to the week before-- to when he had pounded at full speed from the first second before he had poured himself over her face, ignoring every last word out of her. Not now! Not like then! It's going to be so different! I'm going to be so different!
He slid forwards, again taking things gently. It felt so much better than before. He leaned forwards once again, seeing Sweetie moan with pleasure, and he kissed her for the umpteenth time. They kept on kissing as he slid back out and then in again. Their noises sounded so perfectly in sync, moves so natural. Her marehood welcomed him in so perfectly.
As he slid over and over, kisses flowing into other kisses and to a warm embrace, he felt bliss coursing along his sides. He tried to savor things as much as he could, movement slowing. Yet the pleasure almost seemed to burn inside of him. He felt how much she loved it as well, groaning with each thrust and endlessly rubbing her hooves against his chest.
He sensed things building and building, feeling like a volcano about to erupt. As he moved his paws down Sweetie's chest to her belly, he knew that she had to be very, very close as well. Her fur quivered at each touch, body shivering even more as he finally slid back in.
He grew faster and faster, trying to keep in pace with her own moves. She buckled her bottom hooves against his legs. He gazed upon her adorable face for a moment, and he simply shut his eyes. His breaths turned into total pants. He finally thrust at full force. She rewarded him with a shriek, explosions of joy going off inside both their minds.
He slid backwards, preparing himself. He pushed in as hard as he could, going right to the base once again. He felt his dragonhood pulsing inside of her, and he curled his body over hers. She buried her face into his neck, feeling so good, as he buried his face into her wonderful mane, fluffy locks tickling his sense. He could hardly believe the incredible sensations-- pops going off across every single inch of his body.
He melted inside of her, spurting out every last single drop that he could. Determined to just lose himself in her embrace, he laid down on top of her, sliding slightly to the side. His limp dragonhood flopped over onto her bottom hoof. He felt their love juices dripping onto his leg, and he smiled from cheek to cheek.
He just feasted on her satisfied face, Sweetie barely managing to breath. He put his paws up, clutching her shoulder, and he nudged them both deeper into the pile of pillows.
"I love you, Sweetie."
She reached over with a hoof and 'boop'-ed it again Spike's nose. He giggled. She just smiled wider.
"I love you, Spikey."
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"Oh, there you are Spike," Twilight said, magically lifting over the tray of cookies. "I brought you something. Not just your average cookies, mind you."
"That's fantastic!" He grinned as he picked up a particular huge one. Twilight trotted over to the kitchen and sat down besides the main table. Spike stood in the middle of the library, sniffing. Well, this is... interesting... He took a bite. "Yowza! What kind of flavor is this?"
"Sapphire bubble gum," Twilight replied, chuckling, "or so Pinkie said. I guess it's an odd combination of tastes that just seems to work, combining magic with the right ingredients seamlessly. Hard to explain." She waved a hoof through her mane.
Spike walked over to the table, eager for another one. He pulled up a chair and proceeded to devour the pile. Twilight watched with open eyes. He stopped for a moment, not quite understanding her expression.
"Twilight, what is it?"
She slanted over a little bit, moving closer to Spike. She held out her hooves across the table. Spike reached out his paws over them, not even thinking.
"I'm really sorry." She blinked rapidly, trying not to tear up. "I'm sorry that I was so forward with you. So obsessed with your relationships. I can't believe that I even propositioned you to do, well, you-know-what with me."
"It's okay." He picked up another cookie and almost breathed it in. He grabbed another one, but he stopped. Wait, that's... that's not enough. Come on, she's... she's had so many issues lately, just barely resolving them. He looked up at Twilight's motherly expression, and he felt all warm inside. "No, it's more than okay. It's great. I'm great." He locked eyes with her. "You're the best big sister that anyone could ever want. Don't ever forget that."
Twilight blushed. "So, how was your date tonight with Sweetie Belle?"
Spike finished the last of the cookies. He paused, his mind racing through the cascades of emotions that he had felt. He finally stepped away from the table and stood up in the middle of the kitchen floor.
"Like the first time we were together," he replied, swooning, "only a thousand times better."
The End
