Author's Note
This started off as not-porn, so don't be too surprised if I put up something with an extremely similar beginning and nothing else the same at all. Anyway, enjoy it.
Go to Bed
Fluttershy woke up that day much as she did any other day; with a small yawn, and a smile at the rooster crowing outside her window.
“Thank you, Early,” she called through the window with a wave. The rooster nodded to her, then walked out of sight, head bobbing with his stride.
Folding her blankets neatly off of her, she slid from the bed and stretched her back, her stance purposefully catlike. With the gentle popping of her spine out of the way, she walked to her small vanity and pulled a brush through her hair, swiping five times to straighten and style her hair to her liking.
She gave herself a smug smile in the mirror, before giggling and walking out of her door, ready to start her day.
A knocking at her door froze the blood in her veins.
She wasn’t expecting any visitors, oh dear no, and a quick run through her mental lists showed no one who even woke up early enough to visit her before she fed her animals…
Another round of knocking knocked her mental train asunder, and she felt her legs trembling.
“It’s just me, Fluttershy.” His voice was weary, but she still recognized the young male. It calmed her instantly, and she allowed herself a smile.
“Sorry Spike,” she called towards the door as she trotted forward. “I just wasn’t expecting… anyone…”
She had slowed, her mind working double speed as she her a soft sniffle through the wood. The second one almost stopped her. The sob kick-started her, and she sprinted the remaining distance and wrenched the door open.
The teenaged drake sniffled loudly, smiling around the twin fountains of his emerald eyes. His ear-fins drooped into his face, giving him a drowned look. Even his scales seemed less radiant than normal.
“Heya, ‘Shy. Can I come in?” he asked around his pained smile, sniffling and shuffling on his four legs.
“Of course you can,” Fluttershy said, taking his foreleg and pulling him into her living room. “What’s happening, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, no-one’s hurt, it’s not an emergency,” he reassured, patting her neck lightly. “I just need someone to talk with right now…”
Fluttershy ran her options through her head, and settled for, “Let me go put the kettle on. I’ll be right back.”
He nodded, snagging a cloth tissue from one of his scales and blowing his nose into it. “That sounds nice.”
She nodded and bustled him over to the couch, before rushing into the kitchen. She set the clean pot into the sink, and started the water as she ran to the back door. Cracking it, she lifted her leg as Angel Bunny flew through the crack, attempting one of his wilder kicks to her shin.
“No playing today Angel,” she scolded as he peeled himself off the baseboard. “Spike’s here, so I need you to get Mr. Bear and have him help you feed the rest of our guests.”
Angel squeaked angrily, getting across that he was indignant that she would attempt to unload her chores onto him.
“Angel, we both know that you give yourself more food than I would, and that this is a treat for you,” she interrupted, bringing a bashful blush to the rabbit’s face. “Now please, one of my very good friends need me.”
He muttered under his breath, but hopped willingly back through the crack in the door.
“Thank you!” Fluttershy gently called, before shutting the door and shutting off the water. Walking back into the living room, she started loading up the fireplace to set the kettle to boil.
“Here,” Spike muttered, holding out his foreleg with his claws spread. She handed the kettle to him, and he took a deep breath.
Knowing what he was doing, Fluttershy walked back into the kitchen to grab two mugs and her box of teas. There was the sound of his fire crackling, and then the whistle of the teapot. Setting everything on her back, she grabbed one of her cloth potholders, and made her way to the short table in front of her couch.
Setting everything down, he set the kettle on the thick cloth pad and took his tea cup. He quickly opened the tea box, and handed her the one he knew to be her favorite.
He had a different brew every time he drank tea, and Fluttershy had quite the collection. He flipped through it for a long moment, enough time for his host to pour herself a mugful of hot water over the bag of dried herbs and leaves.
“Spike?” she said, and he looked up at her through his watery gaze. “Uhm, you’re getting salt in my teabags…”
He blinked, then wiped the tears away from his snout. “Sorry, sorry…” He pulled a cleaner handkerchief from his scales and swiped at his eyes, clearing them as best he could. When he finished, he stared deep into the wrinkles of the cloth, thinking silently.
He jumped a bit when a blanket settled around his shoulders; it was the one used to decorate the back of Fluttershy’s couch. She plopped a bag of spiced chamomile into his mug and poured water over it, then rubbed his shoulder as she smiled at him.
Normally this would calm a pony down, stop the tears a bit.
Spike gently set his cup down, then sagged against her, renewed rivers of tears dampening her hair as he wrapped his arms around her and sobbed quietly.
She did the same thing almost anyone else surprised in such a way; she wrapped her legs back around him, patting his back and making soft sounds as she stared at the wall, bewildered.
The fresh wave passed after a minute, and he pulled away to blow his nose.
“Sorry,” he muttered, his throat feeling thicker than normal. “I didn’t mean to just unload on you like that…”
She shushed him, pressing a hoof to his mouth. “Are you ready to tell me about it?” she asked.
He nodded weakly, staring into his tissue again. She shifted on the couch, and he looked up into her eyes.
“Rarity broke up with me,” he muttered, sniffling heavily.
She sat back, heavily.
“What?” she asked, then waved away his pained glace. “No, I’m sorry, I understand, but… What?”
He chuckled a little, until he choked a bit on a sob. “Yeah, that sounds like what I said at first…”
“Oh Spike… What happened?”
“I dunno, she just said something about how she didn’t love me,” he muttered, glaring at his teacup.
“Spike,” Fluttershy admonished gently, “Did she actually say that?”
“I don’t know,” he snapped, then flinched. “Sorry. I wasn’t listening too well,” he admitted. “The last thing I remember about that is her telling me that she still didn’t feel that sort of love for me… after six months…”
She touched his shoulder again, a sympathetic frown of sorrow on her muzzle. “I’m so sorry it didn’t work out, Spike…”
He chuckled again. “At least she gave it a chance, I suppose. I jus’ thought, you know, after half a year of me doing my best for her…”
“Sometimes there’s just nothing we can do…” She pulled him to her, hugging him and stroking his back as he held her back. “The heart does as the heart does…”
“Then it needs to learn the whole ‘Work Smarter, Not Harder’ thing,” he muttered. “Maybe Twilight could figure out how to give mine a lecture on that…”
He sniffled into her shoulder, and ran a claw down her back, something Twilight would have appreciated.
Fluttershy shivered under the talons, and he stopped.
“Sorry, Twilight likes when I scratch her back…”
Fluttershy giggled at the image of Twilight getting her back scratched, arching like a cat. She stopped as she remembered her own morning routine.
Spike pulled away, looking at her.
“Just, Twilight arching like a kitty as you scratch her back…”
He stared at her like that for another moment, then chuckled himself, the first true smile appearing since he’d gotten here.
She took ahold of his jaw, smiling as she looked into his eyes. “There we go. Life’s not so bad, huh? Not when we have kitty Twilight.”
He smiled again, returning her near-grin.
She looked closer, then frowned. “Spike, why are your eyes so baggy? I’ve haven’t even seen Twilight with bags like these…”
He looked away, to the floor, his snout still in her hooves. “I haven’t slept since Rarity’s consolation speech…”
“Well, I did wonder while you were up so early…” Fluttershy muttered. “Was it late last night?”
He avoided her gaze.
“…”
“… How long ago, Spike?”
“… Three days…”
“…”
“…”
Fluttershy got up, pushing on his shoulder and shoving him towards the stairs that led to her room.
“It’s naptime for a sleepy dragon!” she called, her head in his back and shoving. “Poor tired Spike, no wonder you’re so distraught…”
“But my tea…?” he called weakly, over his shoulder as he walked on his rear legs, like he used to as a child.
“Somedragon’s taking the train to sleepy-time junction,” she singsonged up at him. “Somedragon is so tired he can barely function…”
Her gentle singing lasted all the way to her bed, where she tucked the giant lizard in and sang until he fell asleep. About twelve seconds later.
Sighing, she walked over to the desk under her window and pulled out a spare piece of paper and an inkpot. Scribbling briefly, she wrote Twilight a short note about what was going on with Spike and where he was.
Opening her window, she whistled quietly and gave the scroll to a Jay that flew down. “Take this to Twilight, please.” He sang cheerily, then took off. She then shuttered the windows, drawing the curtains after.
Sighing, Fluttershy left the room, then trotted downstairs and out her back door, ready to assist Angel and Mr. Bear with whatever was left of her chores.
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Spike woke up six hours later. He definitely needed more sleep, but a certain distant-eyed mare had haunted his sleep, and her cold words drove him to wakefulness.
Yawning, he looked around the dimmed room and let his sluggish thoughts catch up to that morning. Licking his lips, he stretched out a claw and snagged Fluttershy’s water jug. Swishing it, he peeked inside before downing the water.
Don’t want to drink another one of her fish…
He slithered out from under the sheets, standing on his back legs to walk over to the door. He still preferred walking as a biped, although at this point he was nearly as tall as Discord. Opening the door, he fell through it onto his front legs and pulled the door closed with his tail on his way out.
“Fluttershy?” he called quietly. “Are you around?”
Nopony responded, but a mouse popped out of the wall to gesture at him. Lowering his head, he watched the little mouse pantomime.
“She’s outside?” he finally ventured, to the mouse’s nodding. “Do you know when she’s supposed to be back?”
The little rodent shrugged at him, before tapping its wrist twelve times.
“She’ll be back at midnight?” he asked, incredulous. The mouse gave him a look, and after a second he breathed in. “Oh, noon. Alright. Is it okay for me to wait for her in the living room?”
The mouse shrugged, before waving its paw towards downstairs and scampering back into her hole in the wall.
“Alright then.”
He made his way downstairs, avoiding a family of voles on his way to the living room. Inspecting it carefully, Spike flopped heavily onto the sagging couch. Stretching, he laid his chin on one legrest, the very tip of his tail twitching barely past the other.
“Hmm...” He looked up at a clock, and resigned himself to waiting for at least another fifteen minutes.
“I wonder what she’s up to…” Spike stared into the wall beside the couch, his vision slowly blurring. Huffing, he pushed the thoughts of her away, and closed his eyes. Concentrating, he took hold of his breathing, slowing it as he cleared his mind.
Thank you, Twilight. Your panic attacks have taught me how to deal with my own.
He snorted, a bit of smoke curling from the barely upturned corners of his lips. Keeping his mind empty, he lost himself in the nothingness of his thoughts.
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Fluttershy opened her door and pulled her narrow cart into the house. Angel Bunny closed the door from the back of the cart, and she thanked him as they rolled into the kitchen.
A snoring echoed from the living room, and she froze for a second, before remembering her early morning visitor.
“Oh no, I forgot all about him!” she squeaked at Angel. “Oh, I hope he’s okay…”
Spike was fine, mostly. Her wall, however, was quickly acquiring a dark singe from his smoky snores.
Giggling at the sight, she struggled between waking him to save her wall and letting him snooze. Deciding that her wall may actually combust, she walked over and nudged his shoulder.
“Spike, please, you’re starting to…”
She froze as one of his forelegs lifted lazily, snagging her over her withers. “Spike?”
She gasped as his other foreleg shot beneath her barrel and between her front legs. She was airborne for a moment, then she was tucked into his chest, his forelimbs wrapped around her chest and cuddling her close.
“…”
Looking over at her shoulder, she stared up at his muzzle, resting along her foreleg. He sighed, the tiniest smile resting on his face.
She laid there a moment, stricken. Testing her gentle bonds, she found that she could move his forelegs elsewhere, but each shift brought an displeased grumbling. Her mind raced on numb legs, and she looked to the kitchen for help.
“Angel Bunny…?” she whispered.
He poked his head in, looked up at her, then disappeared. She heard a brief rustling in the kitchen, and he returned with his tool of choice.
*FLASH*
Fluttershy blinked the spots away as the camera dispensed its picture, Angel waving the magic-soaked paper to speed the print. Showing her the picture, he set the camera and print on the coffee table, before hopping back into the kitchen.
Fluttershy sighed heavily, before muttering a ‘Thank You’ under her breath. Wriggling slowly, she adjusted herself to the furnace beneath her, and settled in for a wait.
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This awakening is much better, Spike thought, as his hips twitched at the feeling of her tail. She’s only done this once…
In no way did that make what was happening less effective. Her tail was flopping and moving expertly, dragging across his scales.
Good morning to you, too.
He growled, slowly and gently, into her twitching ear. It flicked against his nose, and he heard her moan appreciatively as his serpentine tongue flicked out and tasted her neck. Nuzzling into her, he nipped gently at her ear, lips alone.
Fluttershy, meanwhile, was slowly waking up from one of her… warmer dreams, and was giggling gently at the tickling of the warm breath on her fur. Until, of course, it was replaced by a surprisingly warm set of lips.
She moaned, quietly, demurely. Her legs twitched, grinding against themselves, and her tail whipped wildly around. The furnace below her growled, so very gently, and the lips wrapped around the side of her left ear.
Arching, her wings slowly spread, and her rear met with something warm as she slid down. It stopped her progress, and she ground against it, almost lined up perfectly. All she needed was to twist her hips down…
“… Wings?”
She froze, realizing that the lips had stopped when she had flicked her wings out.
Then, slow and tender, a talon stroked across the muscles holding her feathers together. Quivering, she flexed her back, and her dream stallion finally penetrated. Instead of the flat head she was expecting, a thick spear entered her, and she squeezed her legs together.
Spike immediately sat up, wrapping his arms tightly around the mare as she slid down his member, to his base, both of them feeding into each other’s moans. Bucking, she tried to move, but he held her still.
“Wait…” he said, tongue and mind still sleep fogged. “Rarity… no wings…”
“Please,” Fluttershy panted, over her shoulder, “Please don’t stop…”
“Fluttershy?” Spike asked, bewildered at the wriggling mess in his lap. He leaned away, his paws going to her hips. Barrel free, she ground back and forth experimentally, before getting her thighs beneath her. He moaned as she started bouncing, his hips trembling as he tried not to thrust.
Leaning his head back, he slowly opened his eyes, looking blearily at the ceiling. Moving a paw up, he rubbed his vision clear, before looking down at what was going on atop his dick.
He gazed dreamily at the yellow Pegasus wings spread to both sides of his partner, watching them bob with the mare’s motions. Moving his paws up, he drew his talons lazily up her sides and traced the line where flesh became keratin.
Gasping, her wings drew even tighter out, and he felt her wink. Giving up, he surrendered himself to the feelings in his hips and leaned forward, pressing his belly to her back and wrapping his forelegs around her.
“What…?” she asked, until her picked her up and started to thrust up into her. She spread her back legs wide as he bucked into her, hilting every other thrust as he brushed against her wing joints with his chest.
Almost screaming, she came explosively, clamping down on him as her core twitched and writhed.
Slowly, he lowered her from his grip, bottoming out at their hips. Holding her as still as possible, he ran all of her reactions through his head, wondering if she was going to criminalize him for taking her in her sleep, or would just throw him out.
“Oh, Spike dear, that was lovely,” she giggled, leaning back into his chest.
Words failed him, so he gurgled at her. Giggling some more, she leaned away and started turning around, taking care to keep him as deeply inside of her as she could. She ended up facing him, her legs spread around his hips and her arms over his elbows, hugging him softly.
“I know it’s been awhile, but I don’t think I’m sticky enough yet,” she said with a grin, before she licked up from his neck to his top lip, deepening into a tongue-filled kiss when she finished. “You, mister, did not finish.”
After a moment, he attempted to catch up with the kiss, twirling his tongue around hers and tugging at her lips with his own.
She opened her mouth to him, shifting her hips and placing her hooves on the couch.
Lifting herself a bit, she dropped back onto his lap, giggling at his light growl.
Pulling away, he looked up at her, running his claws over her stomach and chest.
“Quick, or slow?”
She thought for a moment, bouncing still at their hips. Looking down, she smiled.
“Come for me, Dragon,” she murmured.
“Yes, Lady,” he whispered, then wrapped his forelegs around her flanks. Wrapping his thumb around her dock, he pulled her tail to the side and took her haunches in claw, pulling her towards him and sinking low on the couch.
Getting the position he wanted, he glanced once more up into her face. She smiled down at him, her cheeks reddened and her pink hair fluttering in her face. Her blue eyes were half-lidded, and she was nearly panting in anticipation.
“Take me hard,” she breathed, and he twitched into her, setting up a rhythm to make a drummer jealous.
He started slow, pumping up into her as he held her up by the cutie mark, squeezing her hips gently. He picked up speed steadily, a wet slapping sounding her approval as their hips met. He was panting, and she was making quiet little squeaks each time he bottomed out in her.
Looking behind her, he lifted himself from the couch and gently laid her on the short coffee table, pushing away the two candles. Wrapping his paws around her legs, he stretched her as far as she could go and swung his hips into hers, their lips meeting as she craned her neck up.
He felt his tip warming, and she felt his shaft pulsing. She wrapped her legs around his neck, and whispered, “You better put that in me Spike. Don’t you dare waste any on the floor.”
He groaned, nodding his assent as he bucked into her, pushing his climax forward. Stretching her, he felt himself give in to her, and he sprayed cum into her womb.
“Oooh, that’s warm…” she moaned, her hind legs twitching at his sides as he thrust into her, pumping his seed deeper into her. She felt a spurt of it trickle over her pucker, and she shivered at the thought.
Spike found himself incapable of thought for eight seconds, and then his hips finally stopped their mad humping into the sore mare, now giggling slightly at his expression.
“Thank you, Spike. It’s been a while since I was used so… thoroughly. We’ll need to do that again…”
“Yes, Lady,” he muttered, panting still and looking into her eyes. Slowly, he smiled. “I would enjoy that, Fluttershy.”
She smiled back up at him, then blushed furiously. “U-uh-uhm, though, next time could we maybe do this in the bedroom? May-maybe with a waterproof blanket on the bed?”
Spike chuckled. “Or course. First though… dinner?”
“I would love to.”
