A Dragon's Sweetheart

Sweetie’s senses had been brought to a muted state, thrown away the moment she broke the surface. Her sight was blurred at the edges, and her hearing was dulled to little more than murky, indistinguishable noises. Her nostrils exhumed bubbles with every breath she took. With her arms wrapped around her tucked legs, all she could feel was herself, and even that sensation was only half present. Her fur was standing on end, at the water’s mercy.

Having sunk so far into the deep end that she could sit down, she couldn’t see much of the water’s surface above her, beyond a few light ripples the refracted light of the moon, which was the only thing serving to illuminate her alabaster coat. With the brightness of her fur contrasting greatly with her dark lavender bikini, along with the natural blurriness of her vision, it looked as though she were glowing.

She felt that way too. Her heartbeat was slow, calm like the rippling water that surrounded her. It was cold, at least in definition, but it felt like the second most warm thing she could think of. The first place winner in that contest was elsewhere at the moment, but he’d be back, and the anticipation for his return was the only thing that could cause her heartbeat to quicken.

But she knew that the sensation of a pounding chest would soon be replaced with an even greater comfort when he’d take her in his arms and… She stopped thinking ahead when she was forced to grind her legs together. She couldn’t take it.

Even with all of her years of yoga and meditation contributing to her steady breath and several minutes of uninterrupted peace beneath the surface of the water, she came to a realization that she had to eventually come back up for air. She decided that now was as good a time as any. She untucked her legs, spread her arms out, and swam her way upward.

Everything returned to her when she broke the surface. Crisp, clear vision, hearing only hindered by some stray drops of water in her ears, her nostrils filling with the scent of hayburgers.

She pinpointed the scent quickly, as she could not resist any kind of hayburger with such a sharp odor. Spike was standing by the grill, flipping four thick hay patties with two spatulas. He was quick and stylish, catching one of the patties between both spatulas, tossing it into the air, and landing it on the grill exactly where it was when he picked it up.

“Tada!” he cheered, turning around and showing off Silver Spoon’s frilly apron. Even funnier than that was the message displayed across the front.

Bitches love a big cook!

Sweetie laughed out loud, only being interrupted when a ripple of water ended up in her mouth. She spat it out, wiped her lips, and swam to the pool stairs. She stumbled on the way out, slipping on a puddle and falling on her knee.

“You okay?” Spike asked. He turned to Sweetie, catching an airborne patty behind his back and flipping it back onto the grill.

“Just peachy!” Sweetie hopped right back onto her hooves and rubbed her knee. She gestured to the grill and said, “Silver Spoon is not gonna be happy about that.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that half a bag of hayburgers will put a severe dent in her severely limited budget.” Spike pointed his right-hand spatula at the large pool, then swung around and pointed at the large windows that decorated the house, and then held his arms out to emphasize the house in its entirety. “Talk about roughing it! I hope she can pay the rent this month!”

“Okay, Spikey-Wikey, slow down before you hurt yourself.” Sweetie tucked her arms beneath Spike’s shoulders and hooked him, pulling him back against her. She kissed his cheek, softly at first, but when she did it a second time, it was long and close, leading into her nipping at his dorsal fin. “You make me laugh.”

“Well, I try to.” Spike flashed a grin and kissed Sweetie’s cheek. “Who couldn’t resist making you laugh? That voice of yours is a national treasure.” He wrapped his arms around her, swaying his hips a little bit as he pulled her close and nuzzled under her horn. “Probably helps I’m just a naturally funny guy.”

“Oh yeah, says the boy wearing a ‘big cook’ apron.” Sweetie giggled, shaking her head and looking down at it. “Never figured pink was your color, but it looks pretty good on ya.”

“Oooh, how about the next time we go traveling, I break out my pink trench coat?”

Sweetie held her cheeks, as if she were blushing. “Oh, baby...”

“Some bright magenta cowboy boots, a lavender scarf…”

“Mmm, you are on fire right now.” Sweetie smirked, raising her eyebrow at him. As in if he keeps going, the mere idea of all these neon colors is gonna make him combust.

“Yeeeah?”

“No, seriously, get your elbow off the grill before you catch on fire.”

Spike’s smile shifted to a frown as he turned his head around, realizing that Sweetie’s advances had pinned him against the grill, with his left arm leaning against it. He hadn’t even noticed the heat. “Oh.” He removed his arm and waved it around. “Don’t worry about it. Worst thing that can come out of that is an uneven coat of scales.”

Sweetie pouted. She took ahold of Spike’s arm and kissed it where the burn was visible. “Aw, you know I like you smooth. Almost as much as you like me tubby.”

Spike gently tapped Sweetie on the muzzle with his pointer claw. “Doll, the word is ‘bootylicious’. We’ve been over this. And speaking of which…” He twirled the same claw in a circle. “Give Master Spike a twirl.”

“Ooooh, we’re doing that play tonight?” Sweetie did as Spike asked, flourishing her arms out as she spun on her hooves. She stopped with her back facing the lusty-eyed dragon, who nearly leaned against the grill again as he stood still, utterly bewitched.

“Niiiice,” he said with a sinister grin. “My girl knows how to flaunt it.”

Sweetie crossed her arms, tilting her head towards Spike and batting her eyes. “You flatter me, Master.” She embraced herself, sliding her hands along her upper arms and gripping her shoulders. She hummed to herself as her fingers slowly and delicately slipped beneath the straps of her bikini top.

She stopped when Spike held up his hand. “Master Spike is a patient one. Besides, we wouldn’t want to spoil our post-dinner snackage, would we?”

Sweetie huffed, returning to a significantly less sexy standing position. She folded her arms across her chest and showed Spike a smile. “And since when do you show restraint, Master?” She pressed her finger to her chin. “Unless you’re just building yourself up, straddling the microscopic line that separates you from the utter machine, no, wait… monster, that I usually find between the sheets every other night.”

Spike nodded his head from side to side. After a moment of quiet pondering, as well as a few more flips of the hay burgers, he blew out a small burst of fire. It wasn’t his usual green fire either; it was an intense red that made Sweetie jump.

“Oh my,” she gasped.

“Yeah, you’re right. Restraint isn’t exactly the word for it.” Spike pointed the spatula at Sweetie. He knew in advance that she’d start to wear the face of a villainess, and as much as he liked that face, this was neither the time nor the place. “Don’t poke the dragon, doll. The dragon will poke you back.”

“Is that a promise?” Sweetie said with a coo, before quickly adding, “Master?”

“Perhaps. Until we get our eat on, you just stand there and look beautiful.”

Sweetie flashed in him a grin before reaching up and flicking out her hair, winking. “Shouldn’t be too hard. Just don’t get distracted, Master.”

Spike pouted at her, sighing as a thin stream of green fire spewed from his nostrils. “I did say beautiful, not ‘walking aphrodisiac’...”

“Thin lines, Master.” Sweetie placed her hands on her hips and looked over at the barbeque, taking in a whiff of the tasty burgers charring away as she shifted her weight to her hoof, swaying her hips just enough to catch a glimpse from Spike as he tried to cook. “Thin, oh-so-thin lines.”

Thin like those bikini straps... He gave her a little smirk and did his best to focus on the burgers, giving one of them a flip to check the other side. With a nod, he slipped the spatula under it and flipped it up into the air, taking in a quick breath before belching out a blast of fire, giving the flying patty a very nice sear before it landed back on the utensil in his hand. “Perfect! Alright, uh, lessee...” Straight off the spatula, or with a nice pair of white buns...? He deadpanned a bit at his thought, a very obvious thought speeding through his head that just forced his brow down lower. Yeah, that’s about right...

As the thought rolled through Spike’s head, Sweetie made her way over to her love, looking over his body. Her eyes turned down to his rear end and tail as she put on her best catwalk, smiling lightly as she watched his hips and ass flex with his shifting of weight. His tail brushed against her leg as she went up behind him.

“You’ll be skipping out on the ketchup, as per usual?” Spike asked. He removed Sweetie’s patties from the grill. His arm was a little shaky, but not enough to ruin dinner. He dropped the patties onto the buns.

“Never really was a fan of ketchup.” Sweetie’s hand brushed dangerously low over Spike’s back. Using that same hand, she picked up the bottle of mayonnaise. “This stuff, however…” The bottle was just a hair’s width away from her lips, which brushed against the tip as she spoke in her low, sultry tone. “Mmm, so tasty.”

“Ain’t it?” Spike asked. His voice was almost as shaky as his arm, but he couldn’t hide it as well. “I don’t mind a little mayo now and again.”

Don’t goad her! It’s a trap, his subconscious screamed.

I like traps, Spike thought back.

Dammit, this is not the time to think of Pipsqueak!

You know what I meant, me. And I’m not gonna keep Sweetie waiting that long. This is our anniversary. There’s a difference between a sadist and a dickhead.

And which one is she?

She is not in control here. Just wait and watch. We’ve done this before…

Fine... gotta stop arguing with myself.

Good idea, me.

“Oh, Masteeeer?” Sweetie pleaded. She held the bottle of mayonnaise up to Spike, with her buns and patties in her other hand. “Would you, please?”

Spike took a deep breath, very nearly roasting Sweetie’s dinner in the process. He took the mayonnaise in his hand, shook it vigorously, stopped when he saw Sweetie’s gaze, and decorated her bun with the white sauce.

“Mmm, thank you, Master.” Sweetie put her finger to the tip of the bottle, scooped up a glob of mayonnaise, and licked it off her finger. The innuendo was sealed with an unquestionable moan. “So good.”

Oh, sweet sauce, how I wish you were that of another bottle. Spike set up his own dinner, turning away to hide his blush. Why does red have to stand out against purple so well? Wish I had orange scales sometimes... He chanced a look over his shoulder as he started doling out some ketchup onto his own burger. Sweetie was strolling away with her hips in full sway, tail swishing in time to keep her butt in full view of the drake. His fangs grinded together, just short of nails on a chalkboard behind his lips, as he watched her head over to a chair.

She kept her eyes on her food, twirling around and sitting down daintily before kicking up her legs, stretching them out and crossing them as she dug into her food. Spike’s eye twitched at the show as his claw clenched down, the sound of something going ‘splort’ hitting his cheek.

“Are you well, Master?” Sweetie asked, as if she were expecting something like this to happen. “You’re not finished... with your burger already, are you?”

Spike leaned over the condiment table. He took a napkin to his cheek and rapidly wiped the ketchup off, then put the cap back on the bottle. As he wiped up the mess, he made passing glances over at Sweetie. He noticed that she kept deliberately looking away from him every time he spotted her. “No, no… I’m just getting started.”

“Well, do enjoy yourself!”

Spike’s claws dug into the wood of the table. He took a deep breath, once again letting out a blast of heat. He couldn’t control himself any longer. He scratched the back of his head in a moment of strained concentration, trying to convince himself of a lot of lies. He wasn’t burning up. He wasn’t about to start steaming from his pores. He wasn’t hard as a diamond. But no matter how long he tried to deny it, he was, he was, and he was. The apron did little to hide the last fact.

Having made his decision, he left his patty on the condiment table, turned around, took off the apron, and addressed Sweetie Belle with his hands clasped together. “Oh, darling?” he said in a clear and calm voice.

“Yes, Master?” Sweetie asked, once again seeming unaware of the damage she had done.

“Could you come here, please?” Spike placed his hands behind his back, looking as calm as a summer’s breeze with his eyes closed. He pinched his other hand hard to keep his focus sharp, and Sweetie got to her hooves, leaving the plate on the chair behind her. Spike’s ears picked up every hoofstep from his lover as she came up to him, the mare frowning a little in feigned confusion.

“Something you need, Master?”

Spike opened an eye, looking at the mare right in front of him, then to the pool. He looked back to her, quickly nodding and sliding over to her left, putting Sweetie between himself and the pool. “Mmmm, yeah. I could use something.”

Sweetie barely got a look at the pool before Spike launched forward, grabbed her and tossed them both into the pool, crashing through the surface in a cannonball of intertwined limbs, bare fur and naked scales. Sweetie would have cried out, but the grip of the water kept her from doing that. Instead, she smiled at her Spike, whose fangs were bared, and his eyes were narrow. Swarms of bubbles rose from his lips before he kissed Sweetie hard.

Sweetie would have gasped, again, if she weren’t underwater. She was entrapped by Spike. From how nice his tongue felt against her own, her heart fluttering with her chest pressed against his, and her body completely seized in his embrace, she couldn’t argue either. Her ears splayed back and her eyes closed, wrapping a leg around Spike’s back and returning the kiss as best she could.

Spike could barely hold himself under the water with Sweetie wrapped around him, looking over her soft cheeks, blazing blush, and her glorious mane drifting in the water. It would’ve put a smile on his face if he wasn’t busy making out with her, both of them working in sync to trade breaths and prolong the kiss as far as possible. Eventually, though, he felt Sweetie tense, and quickly kicked off the bottom of the pool.

The water broke easily as Sweetie passed the surface and broke the kiss, gasping deeply and savoring the cool air racing into her lungs. “S-Spike, too long!” Her next breath was stolen by another deep kiss. Her eyes looked over Spike’s red face, half-lidding as he moved them over to the edge of the pool. Spike grabbed the ledge of the pool with an arm and pulled himself and Sweetie up onto it, rolling her over onto the ground and pressing his hand against her shoulder to hold her down.

“Okay... Master thinks our food should wait until after this.” A dangerous snarl escaped him as he grinned. “You poked the dragon quite a bit tonight.”

Sweetie was shivering from her submissive position. She just looked up at him, and with an apologetic smile, she shrugged. “...Oops?”

“‘Oops’ isn’t the word.” Spike smirked and leaned down to her, giving her snout a lick. “Now, how about you help me with this problem of mine before I rip your bikini off? I don’t care if I bought it for you, I’ll do it.”

Sweetie sighed, giving him a half-lidded look. The moonlight glinted in her eyes and off her soaked coat and mane, giving her a glow that made Spike take pause as she drew a finger down his arm. “Well, when you say it like that...” She grinned, giggling lightly. “Long as you replace it, Master. Roll over and take a seat, and I’ll help douse the fire.”

Spike smiled and did as Sweetie asked. She yelped as she got yanked along for the ride and plopped onto his body. His hands barely got down to her hips before Sweetie dove in for a kiss, driving her tongue into his mouth as she rolled in his grasp, her hairs standing on end as she felt his claws drag against her skin as he moved up to her top.

Too impatient to deal with hooks, Spike did as he promised. He snagged the center of Sweetie’s bikini top between his teeth, and with another snarl, he clenched down and pulled. For a moment of tension, the fabric resisted his pull, but the whole top eventually tore off, starting at Sweetie’s back and coming off of her chest. Her now unheld breasts burst forth.

“Woah…” Sweetie went through a whole range of emotions in just a few seconds. She was a little scared and surprised, but at the same time, she knew her pounding heart wasn’t because of either of those things. She had taken in Spike’s sexually driven anger before… Anger wasn’t quite the right word for it, though. This was unadulterated lust born from love, and the only reason he did this was because he cared. He just happened to care a bit more than the average lover.

That was why Sweetie was unapologetic to herself when she let Spike’s claws rip through the sides of her bottoms, which she was a little thankful for, for as much as she liked them, they were starting to chafe on her hips. She made a mental note to ask Spike for larger ones when he reimbursed her, then turned her attention to his swim trunks.

As sexy as Spike was, rocking a set of fire-patterned shorts, Sweetie felt he would look a tad bit sexier if his dragon cock was exposed to her. As such, she lit up her horn, and clasped the strings with her light green aura. She undid the knot as quickly as she could. With her rising anticipating, it might as well have been a nine digit safe combination. By channeling a little of Spike’s aggression, however, she was able to loosen the shorts. While she graced Spike’s cheeks with her palms and kissed him, fully tasting his hot saliva, she willed her aura to tug the shorts down. With a kick from their wearer, they flew off, landing in the water alongside a torn bikini set.

Steam rose from Spike’s mouth as he pulled away from Sweetie’s mouth. His lips curled into a besmirched grin as he admired the natural beauty of the mare on top of him. Every bit of fluff contributed to an alluringly curvy figure he hoped to never find on another mare. It was a body for her and her alone.

For a moment of sheepishness, Sweetie crossed her arms beneath her breasts, giving them pronunciation as they stuck out towards Spike. “You always ogle me when you see the goods, Master. Are you really that sappy, or are you just trying to embarrass me?”

Spike tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t damage the roleplay. He loved seeing Sweetie’s naked body more than any other, and he was absolutely sure that wouldn’t change. He had his answer: “Some gemstones never go dull,” he said with confidence.

Sweetie stifled a gasp as she was stricken with a blush. She cupped her cheeks for a second, then placed her hands on Spike’s chest. She was playing roulette with who or what she should be touching, as her heart was sent soaring again. She admitted defeat, placing her hands on the back of her head and flaunting her chest. “Oh... Fluff it all, I’m yours,” she said with closed eyes and a breathy voice. “Take me now, Master...”

“Mmm, your master loves it when you make him work for it.” Spike moved his waist upwards, just barely touching the fringe of Sweetie’s lower lips. His cock brushed off of them, his shaft gliding along the curvature of her rump.

Sweetie shivered and gasped at the touch of his instrument, eager for it to make her sing. She wiggled her rump until she had Spike’s cock against her entrance again, and leaned into him to ensure he wouldn’t get away from her.

Spike counted himself lucky that his legs were in the shallow end of the pool, allowing him leverage. He planted his feet and grounded his claws into the pool tiles. He didn’t intend on holding back with his thrusts, and he started to live up to that promise right then. With his cock just ready to breach Sweetie, he pushed upwards.

There was the familiar sensation. So much heat from so many sources. His length penetrating her, her insides welcoming him, his body so ready, her heart so full… It was pure heat. Spike couldn’t have done anything better.

“Oh, Spike!” she squealed. She scrunched her muzzle when she realized that she had broken character. “Sorry. Master.”

Spike stroked a lock of Sweetie’s curly mane before placing his hands on her shoulders. “Don’t worry about it. I think we should just focus on this.” He gently pulled her downward until his back was flat against the wooden panels, with Sweetie looming over him. She touched his chest, further taking in his heat. She hadn’t felt his body get this warm in a long time.

Much like the allure of a warm blanket after a long day, Sweetie couldn’t help pressing herself into him. Her areolas were alrighty stiff, sending another bit of stimulating through her brain and nethers when they rubbed against Spike’s chest.

Her lips touched his beak, with a small peck that quickly morphed into a tender kiss. It was the oral equivalent of a death grip, as Sweetie was determined to keep their lips locked even as she felt the overwhelming sensation of a wet, throbbing dragon cock penetrating her. Repeatedly. Her insides were tailor made for his cock, being so used to having it within her.

She wanted to moan and scream for Spike, but more than that, she wanted to continue kissing him, and so she did. It was just as she had come to expect from him; she’d push forward with her tongue, and his more agile appendage would curl and wrap around hers, pushing back.

His tongue would then slither into her mouth, taking in her flavor, as well as the traces of whatever hearty meals she had eaten that day. Spike could still taste the wine and chocolate syrup from their dinner, as well as the hayburger from their post-dinner. Sweetie was a dish in more ways than one.

After such a long kiss, Spike needed to breathe, as well as quite literally let off some steam. He pulled away from Sweetie, who moaned in discontentment. She continued to grind on Spike as he leaned his head back and exhaled. Steam exhumed from his mouth, nostrils and scales all at the same time.

“Ooooh… T-That was a big one,” Sweetie commented.

Spike nodded and wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead. “Yeah, and I think they might be getting bigger.”

Sweetie stopped her grinding and sat up straight on Spike. “Well, summer is coming up. You do tend to get a little heated during that time period.” She pursed her lips. “Think it has something to do with a mating cycle?”

“Yeah, that sounds about right…” Spike let out another plume of steam from his mouth. “Don’t worry, though. You know our DNA is incompatible.”

“Who said I was worried, baby? It wouldn’t matter anyway. I’m not in heat.” Sweetie paused as she tried to remember the date. “...Yeah, not for a few weeks, anyway.”

Spike pointed to himself. “If I know anything about the mating cycle of a dragon, and last I checked, I am one, then I’ll be like this for a while, and if it overlaps with your heat…”

Sweetie wiggled her hips as she said plainly. “We’re gonna have a lot of sex. Lots and lots and lots of sex.”

“Hm,” Spike grunted as a smile crossed his beak. “So…”

There was a moment of hesitation, and then he shot up. Before Sweetie could voice her surprise, he grabbed her shoulder tightly, then steered her towards the deck. She landed on her back first with a high-pitched yelp and a bout of laughter.

Spike’s gaze was as intense as his fanged grin. He captured Sweetie with his eyes, if only for a moment, and said to her, “Count.”

Sweetie tilted her head. “Wh—”

Spike thrusted into her, interrupting her question and making her squeak. She could feel the intent behind Spike’s assault on her nethers, the way he loomed over her and unapologetically ravished her with affection and passion; for the rest of this session, she wasn’t just his mare. She was his plaything. And she was entirely okay with that.

Spike, for all of his gentledrake mannerisms and amazing qualities as a lover, was still a beast, by all accounts. Not just a beast in the bedroom, but a literal beast.

As she held her arms closely to Spike’s body, letting the steadily rising steam of his scales moisten her fur, she was reminded of why she was okay with being his plaything for this evening, as well as many other evenings to come. Spike was intimidating, and potentially volatile, but Sweetie knew that he could never hurt her. Bite her, scratch her maybe, but that was all part of playtime.

Sweetie had her first orgasm in under a minute, and Spike showed no signs of stopping. In fact, it seemed that he was just getting started.

A rather spicy hour and thirteen minutes later...

“AH! OH, SPIKE!!”

The young dragon’s response to Sweetie’s scream of pleasure was to snarl and bite into the flesh where her neck and shoulder met, and in doing so just fuel the flames of yet another impending orgasm.

Hearing her cry his name several times over only made him grow closer to his end as well. But that wasn’t the only stimulator. He greatly enjoyed getting an eyeful of Sweetie’s naked, sweaty, blushing body, and the satisfaction of groping her meaty breasts, squeezing them to the point of the skin consuming his claws, was unlike any other.

The greatest satisfaction of all, though, came from feeling Sweetie’s insides shudder yet again. It was just one of many times in the past year, and far from the last, and yet it was still just as satisfying as the first time, and just as provocative to Spike’s libido.

“Spike, Spike, Spike, oh please…” Sweetie begged as she rose from the deck to get close to him yet again. Even an inch away from Spike was too far for her, it seemed. So Spike clasped his arm underneath her, clutching her tight as he lowered her to the deck once again. She remained steady in his grasp, though not entirely still, as she was left thrashing from his strong thrusts. “I… I… I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum. Gonna fucking…”

Spike shut her up with another kiss. Her announcements devolved into unintelligible moaning, her arms squeezing Spike tighter, her legs twitching erratically. Yet another shudder of her nethers was more than enough to push Spike right past his point of no return.

Lining up almost perfectly with Sweetie’s climax, Spike’s cock twitched, trembled, and shot off. He could feel his spunk filling more than enough of her insides, quickly overflowing and coating his cock, draining out of Sweetie’s lower lips and dripping onto the deck. And that was just the first wave.

As the second wave hit, further filling Sweetie up, Spike broke his kiss with her to let out a triumphant growl. Finally being able to blow his load after so much thrusting, so much buildup and anticipation, with the added bonus of it being their anniversary, he was unafraid to call it one of the best orgasms of his life.

Spike and Sweetie remained where they were as they let their climaxes come to a long close. When all of their heavy breaths were spent and the puddle of cum beneath Sweetie’s vulva had reached its maximum, they finally drew enough strength to move, albeit very slowly.

“F...Fifteen…” Sweetie gasped.

“...We can do better…” Spike growled.

Ignorant to how much they reeked of sweat and musk and every other scent that came with such unapologetic lust, Spike and Sweetie sat up and faced each other eye to eye. Two pairs of green eyes content with just staring into each other, just to assure themselves that this was real, and the past year hadn’t just been an elongated fantasy. And even if it was, they wouldn’t dare wake up.

Having seen enough of their eyes, they closed them and leaned in, their foreheads colliding softly, Spike’s beak just barely brushing against Sweetie’s muzzle.

“I love you,” Sweetie whispered, a slight squeak disrupting the otherwise perfect timing of her words.

Spike felt that saying it back wouldn’t be nearly enough. He slightly opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder, noticing that his back was facing the water’s edge. That’s when he got an amazing idea.

Spike cupped Sweetie’s hands in his, and let himself fall. Sweetie opened her eyes, momentarily alarmed when she realized she was about to be dragged into the pool, but she calmed down quickly and held her breath. She collided with Spike’s chest as they broke the water’s surface and fell into its embrace, as well as one of their own.