Author's Note
I've been sitting with this fic unpublished for about a year now, meaning to get around to write the other parts to have a more complete ending and to appeal to a wider audience, but also because I was nervous about posting a fic that features my number one kink. I've improved a bit over the course of that year, so this might not be my best or best-received work, but I figured Megapone's event would be as good a time as any to roll this out. Happy clopping.
Guy Talk
Fluttershy opened her door after hearing the knock. "Hello there, Twilight. I've already got the kettle boiling."
"Perfect," the Princess of Friendship answered. "Oh, I hope it's okay if I brought Spike along. He's been getting antsy again, so I thought a change of scenery might do him some good."
Fluttershy looked behind Twilight Sparkle to see the young dragon, dressed in a clean, button down shirt and burgundy vest to compliment Twilight's navy autumn sweater. He certainly was not the baby they had met years ago, but he still didn't quite measure up to the rest of the mares. Still, despite his growth, his eyes shifted around awkwardly, only looking at Fluttershy long enough to offer a half-smile.
"I see," she said, leading the two inside. "I didn't think Spike enjoyed tea parties."
"He makes tea for us every morning," Twilight answered.
Fluttershy nodded at her friend. "Maybe he'd rather spend time with Discord."
"Why do you think that?" Twilight asked in perfect naivete.
"Well, Spike doesn't exactly have a lot of stallions to spend time with. I think it could be a nice opportunity for some male bonding, don't you?"
"Male bonding? What do you mean?" Twilight asked as they headed into Fluttershy's kitchen, leaving Spike behind.
"Oh, it's fascinating. You see..."
Fluttershy's hushed voice trailed off, leaving Spike in the living room surrounded by critters munching on their lunches. He sighed. In the choice of being trapped between two mares at a tea party and spending time with Discord, he'd choose Discord. At least he didn't make him feel like he was under a microscope.
The relative silence of the house wasn't much different from that of the castle. It still left him all too alone with his thoughts, and he could still feel his blood pumping through his veins a little too keenly. Fluttershy's breasts looked amazing in her tight sweater...
He shook his head. Discord didn't seem to be downstairs, so he headed up.
Before he had even scaled the stairs, Spike let his claws go down to his groin, unknowingly groping his growing erection. He had been fighting with it every since he had woken up this morning, and when it demanded attention, he didn't know what to do with himself. Twilight's blush and embarrassment whenever he rubbed himself through his jeans was enough to fill him with shame, yet he couldn't seem to keep his claws off it. Even when he was alone in the bath and had all the time in the world to touch it, it never seemed to be enough. It felt like a burning that he couldn't seem to quench, and as good as his claws felt at times, the frustration felt worse.
When he reached the top, he saw Fluttershy's bedroom door ajar, and he could hear a snore issuing from within. Looking through the crack, he saw the scaly green tail and a lion paw twitching from underneath a mass of tangled covers. As he crept closer, he saw that the blankets were completely covering every other part of Discord.
After living with the fastidious Twilight Sparkle for so long, Spike found this kind of sleeping during the afternoon to be quite lazy. Deciding to try and rouse Discord, he drew back the covers.
What he found was some sort of inflatable dummy, complete with goofy grin.
"And what do you think you're doing?" Spike heard a sinister voice from behind him.
He started and fell onto the bed, landing on top of the Discord dummy. "What is this?" he asked, looking up at the draconequus. Discord was dressed in his usual orange suit and tie, the same outfit he always wore, no matter the weather, and it was always pristine. The tall creature looked down at Spike with disdain.
"You know, little dragon, it's rude to interrupt somepony during a nap."
"But-" Spike looked from the dummy, still snoring, back to Discord, and then back at the dummy before Discord poofed it away with a snap of his fingers. Spike landed on the mattress with a thud.
"What are you doing here?" Discord interrogated with an unamused expression.
"Twilight and Fluttershy are having a tea party, and Twilight dragged me along."
"So why are you up here and not pouring cups of darjeeling?"
"I don't know. Fluttershy said we should hang out. Do some male bonding or something."
"Male bonding?" Discord repeated slowly. "And what would she know about male bonding?" Spike just shrugged, and Discord scoffed, heading toward the door. "I will not be made a babysitter for a baby dragon. That's Twilight's job, last I checked."
"Hey, I'm not a baby!" Spike insisted. Discord turned back to him. Adopting more snakelike movements, he quickly wound around Spike, inspecting him closely.
"No, I suppose you're a bit too tall for that now. Hm." Discord rubbed his bearded chin thoughtfully. "But why Twilight would bring a teenage dragon to a tea party is beyond me. If I were her, I would have simply deposited you at Rarity's."
"She says I've been antsy lately. That I get all fidgety when I'm in the castle for too long."
"Well, I can imagine," Discord replied. He laid back down on the bed in place of his dummy, closing his eyes and settling back as he spoke. "Living in that castle with just Twilight Sparkle to entertain the eyes must drive you mad."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean she's practically your mother, correct? Not much for a young male to look at. You should be outside, gawking at butts and tits and what have you like a normal colt."
"Why would I do that?" Spike said, but he already perceived some of the answer as a blush stole to his face.
Discord opened an eye at him, speaking in a low voice. "Twilight has given you 'the talk,' I hope?"
Spike felt his heart skip a beat. "Yes! She has! Yeah, I've gotten it," he said, swallowing heavily.
"Oh thank heavens. I was worried I would have to do it," Discord said.
"No. Twilight just told me it was impolite to stare at mares," Spike said.
"Well, of course it's impolite to stare, but we males all do it anyway. I mean, what are we supposed to think about later, anyhow?"
Spike felt a bit easier hearing Discord so freely admit to gawking, but he was still confused. "What do you mean? Why do we think about them later?"
Discord gave a wave of his paw. "You know. For alone time."
"What?" Spike was dumbfounded.
Discord opened both of his yellow eyes now, staring Spike full in the face. "Alone time?" he said. Spike just gulped again. "Twilight Sparkle hasn't taught you about alone time?"
"What alone time?" Spike replied with a small voice, like he was taking a test he hadn't studied for.
"Oh for the love of Celestia!" Discord exclaimed, poofing back to the floor as he paced, throwing his arms around and ranting. "I mean, what is even the point of raising a baby dragon if you aren't going to teach him the basics of growing up? No wonder you've been 'antsy' lately! I'm surprised she's not washing your sheets three times a day with all the wet dreams you must be having!"
"What are you talking about?" Spike demanded.
Discord let out a heavy sigh, approaching Spike and placing a claw on his lean shoulder. "You poor thing. I actually feel pity for you. Me, of all ponies!" He sighed again. "I'm talking about masturbation, Spike."
"What's masturbation?"
Suddenly and explosion of confetti went off, much like Pinkie's party cannons, and an array of colorful lights began to dance around the room while a quick trumpet and drum tune played. The show ended when Discord wrapped an arm around Spike, pressing the young dragon into his side. "Well, isn't that the million-bit question? My young friend, masturbation is one of the greatest experiences a pony can have, and as a male, it is an essential part of life." Discord was sweeping his paw in front of Spike, growing more excited with every word. "Masturbation is a way to get in touch with your body and love yourself. It's a way of exploring your imagination, your fantasies and desires. Masturbation is a way to relieve all that pent up stress and nervous energy that builds up in your body over time. Especially here." Spike jumped again as he felt Discord's paw poke his crotch, his dick half-erect.
"Wait, so there's a way to make it... go away?" Spike asked. His face was cherry red at this point, but his curiosity and desire to be rid of his suffering overruled his embarrassment.
"Yes, Spike, and that way is masturbation."
Spike's voice grew quieter. "And it's about your... guy parts?"
"Yessiree."
Spike hung his head. "I don't think Twilight would want me to do that."
"Oh, come now," Discord said as he took a seat on the bed beside the young dragon. "Let me tell you, Twilight nor any of the other mares have any right to make you feel bad for what goes on down there. It's your body, and you can do with it as you please." He looked down at Spike, and Spike returned a small smile. Discord couldn't help but smile back. "Spike, it's important for you to hear that what you're feeling is normal. The frustration and desire, the awkwardness and shame, the lingering eyes and untimely erections are all a part of growing up. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you, and there's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Thanks," Spike said. He was taken entirely off-guard by Discord's warmth, but when he exhaled, he felt as if he had been holding his breath for weeks. "So this.. masturbation thing is to help with the... antsy-ness?"
"Oh, masturbation is for more than just release. It's fun!" Discord said with a wide grin.
"Fun?" Spike cocked his head.
"Oh, heavens yes. It's more fun than eating gems or getting presents. It's the most fun a pony can have with himself. Why, it's so much stinking fun it's a wonder we males aren't just jerking off every second of every day!"
Spike didn't know what that meant, but he liked the sound of what Discord was saying. "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds great."
"It is great!"
"So how do I do it?"
Again, the lights, music, and confetti cannons resumed, only for everything to stop abruptly, the confetti even freezing in midair when Discord glared into space. Everything vanished with a poof, and Discord cleared his throat. "Anyway, it's a bit of a process. I could tell you, or I could show you. Which would you prefer?"
For once, Spike felt like he knew what Discord was asking. If masturbation had to deal with his penis, he knew he'd have to get naked, and maybe Discord would too. He had never seen Discord naked, or another stallion for that matter, but a thrill went through him at the prospect. "Umm... maybe a demonstration would be best..." he said, almost a whisper.
Discord smiled. "As you wish." With a poof, Discord's suit was gone, and what lay underneath was enough to shock Spike. Discord was so muscular, his arms, chest, and stomach bulging with power underneath his brown coat. Discord was so hairy, his broad chest covered with a forest of black hairs that snaked down over his abs and beneath his waistline, and Spike could see thick tufts of hair beneath Discord's shoulders as well. He wasn't even fully naked, and yet Spike felt intimidated. In a word, Discord was... masculine.
The spirit of chaos took note of Spike's reaction. "What? You think you live to be fourteen thousand and seventy-two years old by sitting on the couch eating potato chips?" Spike just gulped. With a wave of his paw, Discord mouthed, "Your turn."
Spike's claws trembled as he reached for the top button of his vest. His breathing started to get heavy, and Discord's eyes seemed to burn into him. "Well... maybe you should just tell me," Spike said.
"What's the matter? There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We're both males here, and as cliche as that is to say in this situation, it means you can trust me."
"It's just... I'm not big or... hairy like you are." Saying it aloud only made Spike feel more lame.
"Spike this isn't about being the biggest or hairiest male in the room. It's about you. It's about having fun, remember?"
"Alright..." Spike said. His claws touched his top button. "But don't laugh!"
"I wouldn't dream of it," Discord said sincerely.
And he didn't. Spike slowly undid the buttons of his vest, slipping it off his shoulders as he moved on to the buttons of his shirt. With each silent pop he could feel more of his bare, slim chest being exposed to the great Discord, but with the words of encouragement still in his ears, Spike continued.
Spike tossed the shirt to the floor, and Discord put a paw on his shoulder. "Wait a second."
"What?"
"What is that under your arms?"
Spike raised his arm to reveal some snaky black hairs, enough to count on one of his hands. "It's my armpit hair, like you." Here he blushed again. "I know it's nothing like yours though..."
Discord waved his arms again. "No, no, wait. How is that possible? You're a dragon! Hair doesn't grow on top of scales! That doesn't make any sense!"
"I grew a mustache once," Spike said.
Discord dragged his talons across his face. "Curse this crazy pony world..."
"Aren't you like, the king of not making sense?" Spike asked.
"Yes, and that part of me is tickled pink by this development, but it's rather frustrating when logic is defied without my participation. It's like someone is stepping on my territory." He gave a heavy sigh. "I think it's best to simply ignore it. But I'm surprised Twilight hasn't noticed."
"I... I don't want her to see. She's already starting to take notes about how tall I'm getting and how much I eat, and she shows them to all her friends and the Princesses, too. I don't want them knowing how hairy I am... or not, that is," Spike said, hanging his head.
"Now, now, none of that," Discord said firmly. "You're still a young male, and if you're going to be hairy, it'll just take some time."
Spike slid his eyes up toward Discord. "You think?"
"I'm sure of it. Believe it or not, there was once a time when I looked much like you do. But now look at me," Discord said with a chuckle, raising his arms and showing off his masculine body. His pits were bushier than Spike expected, and his torso stretched ever so slightly to pull his abs taut and his pecs upward, all covered by that luxurious black hair. "And I'd wager that you'll look like me someday."
"You think?" The very idea sent a shiver through Spike.
"Certainly. If you're already growing armpit hair, it's only a matter of time before you'll have chest hair, and some nice muscles to go with it all. So there's no need to be ashamed, little dragon. Being a male is about confidence, first and foremost." Spike smiled, and Discord could tell he was feeling much more comfortable. "Ready for the next part?" he asked.
Spike looked up at him and nodded. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel embarrassed.
Discord still took the lead, standing before spike and hooking his thumbs into his waistband instead of poofing out of his bottoms, giving Spike time to adjust and a get good view, knowing he'd be curious. With a flick of the button and a swipe of the zipper, Discord dropped his trousers.
His great cock stood tall and erect before him, nestled in a bush of black hair at the end of his treasure trail. Parts of it were familiar to Spike, and others were not. It had a triangular head and ridges down the underside like his own, but he recognized the long, thick shaft with the fat medial ring from Twilight's pony anatomy books. The red color and thick knot at the base was something entirely foreign, though. Spike himself possessed a knot, but this wasn't a dragon knot at all. It was bulbous and much more dramatic than anything Spike had seen. At least there couldn't be much variation in Discord's balls, but Spike was surprised at how large they were, bigger than grapefruits and hanging low between his thighs, his sack covered in a haze of dark hair like the rest of him, swaying heavily with his movement.
"You like?" Discord said with a teasing grin.
Spike was tempted to nod, but caught himself. "N-no. I mean..."
Discord just laughed, and Spike felt a terrible heat rush to his face. "You don't have to be embarrassed. This is your first time seeing another pony naked, after all. It's natural to be aroused. Again, perfectly normal."
Spike allowed himself to nod. "Well, it is pretty nice, I guess."
"Thank you," Discord answered. "Now, how about you join me so we can get to the fun part, hm?"
"O-okay," Spike practically breathed. He gulped when his own hands moved toward the button on his trousers, and he could feel his erection straining at the fabric to be free. But as nervous as he was, Spike was equally excited. The prospect of having someone else looking at his naked body, let alone another male like Discord, thrilled him.
So once he had undone the button and zipper, Spike took a deep breath to steady himself. When he exhaled, he yanked down.
"My," Discord said after a moment, with the heat from Spike's underwear pooling around his ankles. Spike looked down briefly, seeing his green, ridged, modestly knotted dragon cock painfully erect, throbbing in the cool autumn air, with a cluster of his own pubes at the base. His own balls hung below, each one able to fit in the palm of Spike's claw.
"What?" Spike asked.
"It's a good size," Discord said. "Plus you've got some fat balls to go with it. You're going to be impressive when you get a little bigger."
"How can you tell?" Spike asked.
"Hmm..." Discord reached toward his wrist, his paw disappearing into his fur as if it were a sleeve, and when he pulled it back out, a measuring tape was between his fingers. Moving up next to Spike's penis, he took note before letting it snap back into his sleeve. "Eight inches is nothing to scoff at when you're still a teenager, and most mares would barely be able to wrap their hands around that," Discord said. "In a year or two I imagine you'll be giving most of these stallions a run for their money."
The importance of size had never really occurred to Spike until that moment, but hearing that his erection was above average, large and thick, impressive even, was a change for the dragon who had spent all his life being small, weak, and insignificant. His cock throbbed with pride, and he couldn't help but puff his chest out.
"So what's the fun part?" Spike asked.
"That's the spirit!" Discord said with a cuff on Spike's shoulder. "Alright, watch closely. You're going to take your claw and wrap it around your penis a little more than halfway up with a decent grip." He demonstrated this to Spike, who looked at his own shaft as he found a good place to grab and eased his pressure.
"Okay," Spike confirmed, feeling the blood pulse in his palms.
"Now, stroke yourself by sliding the flesh up and down. Like this." He demonstrated, and Spike watched the loose flesh of Discord's malehood slide toward the triangular head and stretch back down.
Spike started to mimic the motions slowly. He felt some sort of sensation in his member, but it wasn't quite relief yet.
"Keep a good rhythm. Pay attention to how it feels. Change the speed or grip if you have to. You can go as fast or slow as you like." Discord made his point by slowing his pace, and Spike watched the hypnotic motions of his talons stroking every inch of his great flesh.
The little dragon reproduced the motions as best he could. He closed his eyes, feeling the tingles in his shaft as his claws worked to find a rhythm, loosening his grip a little and putting his wrist into it a bit more. Suddenly, he felt a warmth start to spread through his loins.
"Ohhh," Spike moaned.
"Now you're getting it! Ooh," Discord encouraged, reciprocating with his own moans.
Spike's hand was starting to pat against his groin, and he increased his pace with his breathing. "You were right. This is fun."
"Mmm, you haven't even gotten to the best part!" Discord said. He was doing his best to keep up with Spike, and the sound of his own claws meeting his body joined with Spike's.
"What's the best part?"
"Ohh, just wait. Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise." He reclined back on the bed, letting out a long sigh. "For now, just relax. This is masturbation, Spike, and it's meant to be enjoyed, not rushed. Get comfy."
So Spike laid next to Discord, the two of them totally naked, and masturbated. They didn't bother to speak, letting the sounds of their claws and their pleasure fill the room. And yet, even though Spike could feel the heat of Discord's body so near to him, could see every inch of the thick tool he was stroking, and knew that he was just as exposed, he had never felt more comfortable in his life. Even though he would normally be paralyzed by embarrassment with anyone else, something about Discord's experience and eager encouragement made him feel totally at ease.
"Is this what Fluttershy meant when she was talking about male bonding?" Spike asked.
"Probably not," Discord admitted. "But I think this is a much better way, don't you?"
"Yeah," Spike groaned. "This is awesome."
"Ohhh, it does feel marvelous. Now that you've got the hang of it, try fondling your balls with your other claw. That's a treat." Discord could barely fit one of his great orbs into his paw, but Spike intently watched him roll it in his palm. "Mmm, Celestia," he hissed. Spike copied Discord again, earning more waves of warmth spreading through his torso and a throb from his cock.
Spike couldn't help but watch the bigger male writhe in pleasure as his hand worked that thick shaft and caressed those mighty nuts. Discord seemed so much more skilled, letting his strokes linger quickly over his head with quick rotations before slipping down to squeeze his knot hard, his deep voice rumbling in response and his other paw continuously rubbing his hairy sack. But it wasn't just his genitals. Spike's eyes drank in the movements of the muscled arms that brought pleasure to his exotic cock, poured over his pecs and abs that bulged with every stroke, and stared at the rug of body hair that covered his huge form.
The younger male averted his eyes when Discord turned toward him, though. "Go ahead and look," Discord said. "Your first time naked with somepony else, and you expect yourself not to look?"
Spike couldn't help but feel apprehension at the attraction to another male. "You sure it's okay while we're doing this?"
"Who's going to stop you?" Discord answered. "Personally, I'm quite flattered."
"Alright," Spike nodded. "I guess that makes sense. I mean, we're both males, right?"
"Precisely," Discord answered. "Own up to your desires. Look at my cock all you like. Say what turns you on out loud. It feels good to talk a little dirty, trust me."
Spike was all for it. His claws quickened over his cock as he gawked openly at Discord stroking his own malehood. "I like watching you masturbate. It's like I can feel what you're feeling, and I've never seen another dick before."
"Makes you realize you're not so different from other males, hm?" Discord suggested.
"Yeah. It's nice to know you get hard like I do." Spike and Discord smiled at each other for a moment. "I like how hairy you are," Spike blurted out.
"Oh?" Discord returned.
"Yeah. I was kind of embarrassed when I started growing it, but now that I see it on you, I think it's really manly. I hope I get hairy like you."
"Oh, you flatterer," Discord said, touching his paw to his chin in faux shyness.
"It really does make me feel better." There was a beat in which Spike swallowed a moment of hesitance. "Would you mind raising your arm for me?"
Discord raised an eyebrow at the younger male. "When you said you liked my body hair, I didn't think you meant my armpits," he said.
"Well, it's not like I have a lot of it to appreciate myself," Spike admitted.
But Discord only gave him a smile. "Luckily for you, I have plenty." He complied and placed his arm behind his head, giving Spike a perfect view of his bushy black armpit.
Spike's whole body seemed to shiver with arousal at the manly display, and he could feel his cock throbbing repeatedly in his tight palm.
"You like?" Discord asked.
"Yeah," Spike moaned. "I mean, all of your hair is manly, but that's something else."
"Ooh, a fetish," Discord said, seemingly pleased. "Well, if my pits are what gets you off, then enjoy to your heart's content."
Spike took the invitation. He let his eyes soak up every bit of hair and muscle, his claws stroking himself rapidly now, the same as Discord. He even reached out with his other hand to pet the hair, his claws combing through the thick tufts, feeling bits of sweat on the flesh beneath.
"Mmm, that's the spot," Discord said under his breath, seeming to enjoy the attention almost as much as Spike. He was really jerking himself off now, and Spike could see clear fluid form on the tip of his cock, only to slide down and be spread over the underside of his shaft by his paw.
Spike felt pleasure flood through him. Everything about the situation seemed to stimulate him, not just his stroking claws, but the feeling of Discord's coarse hair and even his smell, a waft of masculine musk reaching Spike's nose. Spike didn't hesitate to speak aloud what aroused him, just as Discord suggested. "Ohh, you even smell good."
"Go ahead and take a whiff," Discord offered.
Spike didn't know why the thought aroused him so, but he quickly leaned over and wasted no time in planting his muzzle into the hairy bed. With his vision surround by Discord's dark armpit hair, he inhaled deeply.
The musky smell was potent, but not off-putting, exotic and earthy, but not bad in any way. The heady aroma wound through Spike's senses, his entire body seeming to throb with his cock, and he knew it was utterly masculine.
"That's really good," Spike moaned. "Why is that?"
"It's a male thing, Spike. Who knows?" Discord did lean down himself to sample his scent. "Oh, it is strangely appealing, though, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Spike agreed. He liked that they needed no explanation, that this experience seemed to be composed entirely of "male things." For once, he felt different than the mares he spent all his time with, like he owned every second of this for himself and no pony else.
"Feeling good?" Discord asked.
"Yeah," Spike moaned again. "Really good."
"Mmm, I think you're close. I know I'm getting there."
"Close to what?" Spike asked.
"The best part," Discord answered. "Now, let's keep going."
"Ohhh, okay," Spike nodded. His nose rooted around further in Discord's armpit, the musk continuing to push Spike to new heights of pleasure as his claws pumped his shaft. He began to squirm with delight, the sensations seeming to take over his whole body, all stemming from the ebbs and flows of warmth from his cock. With his other claw fondling his balls, he could sense the tightness in them, a tightness that had been building ever since he and Discord starting touching themselves, ever since he had woken up this morning with his raging hard-on. It was almost uncomfortable, but the heat and tingling spreading through his cock was heavenly.
"Yesssss," Discord let out a long moan as his head curled, his whole body seeming to clench and relax with the rhythm of his pleasure. His pace increased, his talons pumping his great cock hard now, pounding every last inch of meat with a tight grip and the rapid sounds of his hand meeting his pelvis. "Don't hold back now, Spike. Let's really spank the monkey! Mmm!"
If Spike had any inhibitions left, he tossed them aside. He buried his face in Discord's armpit, surrounding himself with musk and male fur, every whiff causing a lance of heat to spread through him, ending with a heavy pulse of his cock that caused his hips to jerk upwards. The young dragon was beating his meat furiously, as fast as his claws could bring his pleasure, and his young shaft was starting to leak the same clear, sticky fluid he had seen Discord produce. But he could hardly wonder about what it was. Spike's mind grew numb with bliss and drunk on male musk, his malehood taking full control now, demanding the release that Discord promised.
With their sweaty bodies pressed together, moaning deeply and freely, the two males began to send themselves over the edge.
Discord was almost grunting now. "Nng, yes. What do you think Spike? Ahhh- semen or whipped cream?"
"Wha-? Ohh," Spike could hardly speak a coherent word, let alone an answer, his question cut off in response to another whiff of Discord's hairy pits.
"You're right. The first time should be normal," Discord decided.
But Spike was feeling something else now, something more. More than the ecstasy produced with every stroke of his cock, and more than the sexy, primal feeling of male musk in his nostrils. Even more than the feeling of freedom and confidence his shared nudity with Discord brought him. This was something far more physical. It was like a heartbeat in his shaft that spread to his orbs, starting slow at first, each pulse causing him to writhe and groan.
"Ahh, mmm, something's happening..." Spike informed Discord.
"Ooh, me too Spike," Discord said. Spike was almost curled into a ball now, hunched forward with his claws desperately groping at his balls and beating his dragon meat, and Discord took this final opportunity to wrap his arm around Spike's shoulders, tucking the younger male into his side. "Let's do it together."
Spike could only nod. He didn't know what it was, but he could tell it was coming soon and that it was amazing. It was like fire, hotter and more intense than the flames he breathed, was spreading from the base of his nutsack upward, ever so slowly, every bit of flesh the heat gained causing his cock to throb faster and faster, each one more powerful than the last.
His moans were only short breaths now, but Discord's voice was getting louder and more ecstatic, his cock throbbing visibly in his talons, a grin spreading across his face. "Ohh yes. Ooh, yes, mmm. Here it comes Spike!" Discord announced. For a few seconds, Spike watched with rapt attention.
Discord let out a euphoric call. "Yes. Yes! Ohhh! I'm cumming Spike! Ahh!" With that final breath, Discord's face twisted into a goofy mask of pleasure, his tongue lolling out of his open, grinning mouth as his eyes crossed. Spike saw a stream of white erupt from the tip of Discord's dick. It landed at the foot of the bed in front of them, and Spike could see that it was thick and sticky, coming in pulses from Discord's cock that never seemed to end. With jerky movements and broken strokes, Discord pumped more and more semen out of his great balls.
The sight and shared pleasure sent Spike over the edge as well. It seemed to take him without warning, a violent clench of his body and a massive seizure of pleasure in more than just his cock. "Ahh!" he shouted as he felt the fire that had gathered in his loins spurt from him as well.
Spike could hardly breathe as he was taken by rapturous heat. With every throb of his cock that shot more and more of the same white fluid Discord was pumping out of himself, Spike felt his mind go blank and his eyes cross. He could hardly work his claws to further the sensation, only able to squeeze in time with the pulses, lost in the euphoria of the flames that were bursting out of his young malehood after being pent up in his balls for so long. As the heavenly moment dragged on, though, the fire didn't subside, only morphing into an icy, melting pleasure that replaced the tension in his nuts, cool warmth spreading into his groin where hot pressure had once been, his male fluid continuing to come in spurts.
For a long while, Spike writhed with Discord as they emptied their balls together, watching the other fire rope after rope of heavy cum onto the sheets and their own tails, milking themselves as best as their claws could, every breath intaking the sweaty musk they were producing only to culminate in a duet of throaty moans, enjoying the vicarious pleasure of their fellow male.
When the last drops of heavy cum were trickling down their fingertips, each of their breaths shaking their bodies, the two released their throbbing dicks. Wide smiles crossed their faces. "Ooh," Discord chuckled as he laid back again.
"That..." Spike panted. "That was amazing."
"Yep," Discord answered. "I told you. Good stinking fun. No pun intended," he said, squeezing Spike's shoulders.
"I feel so much better," Spike admitted. "I didn't know I needed that."
"But now you can take care of yourself when you need to. Or whenever you feel like having some fun," Discord told him.
"Yeah," Spike nodded. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it, little dragon. I'm not always in such a giving mood."
But Spike knew Discord enjoyed their time as much as he did. He could tell in the calming way his hairy chest heaved with every breath, and how Discord had pulled him so close the heat rolling off of him washed over Spike in waves. So Spike settled back, resting his head against Discord's big arm while he regained his senses.
There really was nothing else like it. Even after several minutes, his breath returned to him and his heartbeat slower, Spike was still reeling.
"Can we do that again?" he asked.
Discord raised his brow at Spike, before looking between the dragon's legs. His cock had failed to retreat into its sheath, and was making a good fight to stay hard. Discord's own shaft still retained much of its chubby hardness, his knot still swollen with pleasure.
"Why not?" Discord said.
With big grins and happy moans, the two began to stroke their cocks once more, the room filled again with the sounds and smells of masturbating males.
