Author's Note

I seriously can't believe I pretended this sex fic was about Spike's ass when it's literally 90% submissive foot fetish dragon the saga.

At least I have an "audience" for that. Go me?

Anyway I really wanted to write something that wasn't just generic going to place then having normal sex, if that makes sense? I wanted to focus more on a singular idea and play off of that to make it erotic. I think I succeeded, but you'll all be the judge of that. I'm not sure how I "feel" about it exactly but it's nice to try something new.

Restaurant

Spike felt out of place. He felt the eyes of every important, fancy pony of Canterlot draw to him when he so much as walked into the restaurant alone, much less sat in what felt like the dead center of the room under a large, crystallized chandelier that swung gently in the breeze from a nearby open window. He stared up at it only so that he would be unable to feel the stares of the ponies gawking at just why exactly Princess Twilight’s dragon had come alone to such a high class establishment. Even in what little he had managed to scrape together in a moment’s notice, most notably the tight bowtie around his neck which was a bit awkwardly tight, he still felt out of place in appearance alone. While he had direct connections to a quite literal princess, Spike had never felt right in the proper Canterlot setting of wealth and wine and talking small talk just to hide the idea of business deals.

“Anything to drink, Sir?”

“Ah!” Spike jumped at the sound of a voice that startled him. He didn’t mean to actually shout so loudly, it had just taken him by surprise. He felt his face burn a bit when he saw the unicorn who had a brow raised blink at him. This waiter had a small, thin blue moustache with a mane of the same color to match it. He had a thick accent that many of the ponies around Canterlot had, and tapped the end of his quill against the pad he had before him impatiently.

“Um,” Spike began, looking down to his lap. In his hands he had been holding a letter for quite a while now. It had appeared in his bed that morning surrounded by a circle of rose petals in a cheesy kind of way. Even now the paper seemed to be fermented in some sort of girly perfume kind of scent that reminded Spike of Rarity in a way. Inside there was only a few words written so perfectly in calligraphy that Spike hardly would have believed the owner if it wasn’t for the fact that it was written in a rainbow of colors.

Of course, Spike didn’t open this letter for ponies to gawk at in public. Yet he had read it probably twenty dozen times since this morning alone. He felt nervous just sitting here, yet he wasn’t sure why. He kept looking around, imagining Discord to appear.

“Are you expecting somepony?” The waiter questioned, his brow seemingly permanently raised in a cocked expression.

“O-Oh, I don’t… know,” Spike chuckled. He honestly couldn’t predict with Discord, and he wasn’t about to be say he was waiting for the demi-god that tormented all of Equestria to show up. “Just give me a water for now, alright?”

“As you wish,” The waiter said.

Once Spike was left alone he sighed loudly, putting one of his hands up and against his face in an elongated sigh. His heart was beating in a way that he really hadn’t expected ever since this invitation had arrived. He honestly was unable to tell if this was some kind of date or not. He had lost track of just how long him and Discord had been having their sessions together in secret, but it didn’t take an idiot to see just how much more affectionate the Demi-God had become towards him. So much long, drawn out kissing and cooing and telling him how adorable he was. In their first weeks of play Discord would leave him alone nearly directly after cumming, yet more recently he stayed to both wash up and cuddle with the dragon if he so chose. Spike hadn’t been fighting it; he hadn’t wanted to fight it. Yet still he never expected something like this, for Discord to ask him out on a real date.

“Mmm,” Spike made an uncomfortable noise, still unsure how to feel. He put his hands together with his thumbs on top puttering against each other while he scooted in his chair closer to the table, his legs slipping under the long tablecloth that was so lengthy that it only sat a few inches off of the marble flooring. His toes just barely touched the ground, and he felt them curl slightly against the cold flooring.

The waiter soon returned with a large glass of water. Spike took a sip of it just as a menu was laid out before him. He sighed loudly and picked it up, still looking around. He wasn’t positive if he should wait or not for Discord… or honestly if Discord would even show up. It might have been funny to the Demi-God to send him to an expensive restaurant and then expect him to pay himself.

“Anything to start with, Sir?” The waiter asked. “Or do you need a minute?”

“Uh, well,” Spike began, picking up the menu slowly. He stared at the cover, and then felt his eyes widen. It took him a minute just to register what exactly he was seeing.

Chubby Cheeks Galore; The Entire Spikey Wikey Menu.

“Oh my Celestia,” Spike mumbled, turning the menu over and slapping it down fast only to be greeted by a picture of himself on his back, his mouth slightly open in a moan and his cheeks flushed and heated. There was a hand on his cock in the image, and small markings on his body in pen. Spike could remember that night where Discord had tied him up and drawn on him humiliating words. It was less than a month ago.

“W-What is this?” Spike asked, his voice loud and frantic. He covered his hands over the menu’s back. “W-What the heck, dude?”

“Um,” The waiter seemed confused. “The menu, Sir?”

“N-No, I mean this!” Spike shouted, showing the back of the menu to the waiter. The waiter stared at it and blinked a few times.

“The… winery options?” The waiter questioned.

Spike was raggedly breathing now. He felt his arms shake slightly as he set the menu down slowly, staring at his bound up body being pleasured. He felt nervous and his heart was pounding. He realized very quickly that he must be the only one able to see any of the lewd, downright embarrassing images scattering this menu. He swallowed hard, and turned away from the waiter as he covered his mouth to fake-cough.

“U-Uh, give me a minute, please,” Spike sputtered out.

The waiter seemed all too eager to trot away to his next table after Spike’s little outburst. Ponies were staring so he looked down hard at the tablecloth and by extension the menu. He found himself shaking slightly, his face bright red with embarrassment. He closed his legs together, the sight of his own body laid out in such a way bringing back memories of a night that shamefully began to draw out something between his legs. Spike swallowed hard, opening the menu slowly as he kept looking over his shoulder to assure that nopony thought he was looking at porn in such a fancy place. He looked around for Discord, yet saw nothing.

The inside was somehow worse. It wasn’t just images anymore, but descriptions handmade by Discord with over the top, erotic descriptions. They were all nights he could remember clearly.

The first image under the selection “foreplay” was that of Spike’s upper body strung up with his arms above his head and a blindfold over his eyes. The image was of Discord holding him down, their lips interlocking as a tongue was forced into Spike’s mouth. Spike’s back was slightly arched with pleasure, and it was clear he was moaning in the image. There was another shot of one of his armpits with Discord’s tongue against it dragging slowly upward, a look of pleasure of Discord’s face. His avian-like fingers were groping against Spike’s chest and back as if to pull him closer and bury his face deeper.

A way to excite our main course is to kiss and lick some of his most sensitive areas. While it’s no fun to dive right into the desert, a small bit of writhing from the way he reacts to deep and passionate kissing is more than enough to make anypony realize the true appetite for a purple, submissive dragon. Add this to his smooth, bare armpits which he gives up oh so willingly to the promise of a tongue lapping his body greedily. The pleasure he receives off of such simple kiss or lick of his bare pits is enough to wet any dominating draconequus’ appetite for dragons.

“Oh my Celestia oh my Celestia,” Spike mumbled again and again. His heart was pounding at the images and descriptions. This was Discord’s plan, it had to be. To get him worked up and upset and worst of all horny in the middle of such a high class establishment. It was working, too. Even now Spike had to desperately keep his legs shut so that even under the long tablecloth he wouldn’t bare his cock for all to see.

Spike kept looking around, waiting for Discord to show himself in some way. Spike honestly couldn’t tell just what the demi-god was thinking, yet worst of all Spike had no idea why he considered this could be a real date. Spike had been expecting this, and he had to admit it had been at least a week since he had last seen the demi-god. Discord was sure to be pent up, as was he. He had found that in the months him and Discord had been having sex that simply being alone with his own thoughts was never enough anymore, he needed the real thing now that he had been given a taste.

Spike’s eyes went back to the menu. Just below the foreplay section was already the sight of what Discord had named “Dragon Exclusive Pleasantries.”

It made his toes curl ever so slightly at the sight of it, for in the menu was two very large images of his feet. The picture on top they were bare and with a tongue dragging against them and preparing to suckle on his pudgy toes. They were held captive by very visible string around his two big toes tying them together so he couldn’t squirm or pull one away. Discord’s avian-like fingers were poking gently into his other free sole and Spike could all but recall the pleasurable, ticklish sensation of Discord’s tongue accompanied by his fingers touching his bare feet. The thought of it alone made it almost hurt for the dragon to keep his legs shut. It didn’t help when the other picture was also of his feet, but this time in pink stockings with one covering the other shyly. Spike could almost feel the fabric of the soft stockings along his soles. Discord’s avian fingers were on the tops of his feet, a thumb hooking around to run up and down the soles as if showing them off for the camera that Spike couldn’t recall so much as existing.

The simple perks of having a dragon as a submissive over your run of the mill stallion comes down to one’s appeal over the sight of their plump, wide soles. So lick enticing and erotic to the smallest of sight and touches. In our restaurant we promise to provide only the most tasty, ticklish, and all around erotic looking dragon soles on all of Equestria. Wiggling option, will provide string to tie back toes if desired for less lively playthings. Comes with free lotion to massage your dragon feet whenever they just aren’t naturally soft enough, or if you just want to hear them cutely whimper at how much they refuse to admit just how turned on they become at the slightest lick of their bare, tasty soles. Available bare and with stockings for the more adventurous of fetishistic doms. Stockings expected to be returned covered in saliva and or your own seed.

Spike HATED the fact that he was becoming turned on by Discord’s over the top oddly descriptive descriptions of his most sensitive body parts. He whimpered quietly, but it was the kind of embarrassment not near crying. He wanted to spread his legs even the tiniest amount just due to the fact that his thighs were trapping it so tightly it simply hurt at how it couldn’t grow. He looked around, and scooted the chair into the table and under the cloth until his belly was against the table top. He spread his legs a few inches and felt his cock stick out, a bit of a sigh of relief escaping him.

The waiter turned, his gaze looking a bit skewed as though he weren’t exactly happy about having to come back to the strange dragon who was blushing fiercely and yelping at random.

“Have you… made up your mind, Sir?” The waiter asked hesitantly.

“Oh, yeah, uh...” Spike coughed lightly into his claw. He looked at the menu for a bit, widening his eyes and nodding as if he wasn’t looking at his own feet or armpits. “Um… this thing right here sounds good?”

Spike pointed to a random picture of his bare feet, hoping that his blush wasn’t too intense. He also hoped that the waiter truly couldn’t see what he saw as he nodded slowly.

“Ah, the fresh garden hay salad with a dressing of choice,” The waiter smiled, happy to have finally been given a proper answer. Spike let himself sigh a little before turning away.

“Now, would you like your cock licked now or later?”

Spike froze. His eyes widened once more as he turned slowly to the waiter. The waiter stared at him expectantly, tapping at his pad with a tightening in his jaw to indicate his growing impatience with the young dragon.

“What?” Spike asked, trying to sound natural.

“What kind of dressing would you like?” The waiter asked, his face slightly annoyed as if he had just repeated himself.

“S-Surprise me,” Spike responded.

Strangely enough, the waiter paused with his hoof extended. For a moment, Spike’s heart raced in fear that he might take away the menu. Yet for some reason, after he blinked a few times and withdrew his hoof, he began looking around as though in confusion. He took a step away with a bit of a shrug and turned. Spike stared down, knowing instantly it was Discord’s work.

“I hate you,” Spike mumbled in a defeated sort of tone.

“Oh, surely you don’t mean that,” Discord’s voice sounded off.

“AH!” Spike cried out loudly in shock. He nearly fell right out of his chair, but the threat of his hardened cock being exposed kept him firmly rooted. He whipped his head around, ignoring the ponies who were now staring at him, and looked around frantically for the source of that voice. It clicked after a few seconds, that the voice sounded as though it came from below. He kicked out his leg, and realized that it had connected with something soft and hairy. It startled him, but he managed to keep his mouth shut as he heard a loud cry of sarcastic sounding pain.

“Owwwww! Spikey!” Discord’s voice whined. Spike realized very, very quickly that Discord was under the table. How long he had been there Spike had no idea. He put his hands on the tablecloth ready to lift it, but then the fear of his hardened cock came to mind. He whimpered quietly, and then saw right next to his chair under the tablecloth the head of Discord slowly slide out. The demi-god was on his back, floating less than half an inch off of the ground and staring up. Both his arms were behind his head as though he were relaxing. He winked at Spike, and Spike looked away and around wondering if anybody noticed. How could anybody NOT notice?

“I must say, I don’t think I’ve been near your feet and cock for nearly that long without at least giving myself a tiny treat,” Discord laughed, and loudly. He then stuck out his tongue mockingly, and Spike saw that it was varying shades of purple.

“What are you doing?” Spike mumbled quietly so not to look like he was talking to Discord. He kept his head pointed downward at the menu, the sight of his own body staring back at him. Discord chuckled in what could have been confused for a girlish giggle. Spike kept looking around, wondering why nobody would question Discord simply laying on the floor clearly exposed.

“Oh, please,” Discord rolling his eyes playfully. “It’s not like anypony can see or hear me but you, Spikey Wikey. You’re given the ultra special treatment, how does that make you feel?”

Spike didn’t respond, simply blushed. He felt annoyed and embarrassed and admittedly a little excited all at once. He watched waiters somehow always swerve around Discord’s body as Discord yawned loudly. Spike slowly felt something wrap around his ankle that he assumed was Discord’s tail as he smiled up at Spike.

“I think I’m eating off of the special course tonight, Chubby Cheeks,” Discord said. “Do you like my menu?”

“Mmm,” Spike responded, too fearful of speaking out loud given the fact that he was overly aware ponies could see and hear him.

“Look at the entrees,” Discord chuckled, slowly beginning to slide back under the table.

“W-Wait, Discord,” Spike hissed quietly. But it was too late, Discord was already back under the table and Spike was left looking around wondering if anypony had caught him talking to himself. He could now feel Discord slither around under the table. Now that he had shown himself, he wasn’t exactly shy. Spike whimpered quietly when he felt the smallest, familiar touches of Discord’s avian fingers touch the bottom of his right foot. Spike scooted in closer to the table until the table was almost cutting off his breathing by being so hard pressed against his belly. He found it difficult to concentrate on anything but the fact that Discord’s hands were now touching him.

Discord’s lion-like paw drifted up the inner parts of his thigh while the avian hand ran along the bottom of his foot. He felt lips press up against his shin and then his kneecap, and it reminded Spike all too much of the foreplay they would go through right before Discord began to lick him. Slow, methodical stroking and feeling him up to excite him. Discord enjoyed moving slowly and hungrily along Spike’s body, and Spike had to admit he enjoyed it as well. Even in this setting the thought was exciting in a way, the fear of getting caught strong but the idea of getting away with it dastardly and just stupid enough to be erotic in a way.

Spike looked to the menu and turned the page. The entirety was dedicated to what Discord had dubbed the “Chubby Cheeks Entrees” section. It made Spike excited in the most animalistic of ways, and whatever hardness his cock had lost in the past few minutes was quickly regained when he saw the sights of all the things Discord had done to him. The first image was just of Spike on his belly with his tail raised and rump exposed, Discord’s hand pulling on his cheeks to reveal his hole. This was dubbed ‘the vanilla’ entree.

The second image was similar, except for the fact that both of Discord’s hands were on his cheeks and pulling with the slightest ease on either end to fully reveal his hole this time. There was clear markings writing on his chubby, wide cheeks. Things like “Dissy’s hole” and “Moaner” and “Chubby Cheeks” were scattered about in writing that ranged from neat to chicken-scratch and was never consistent. Spike blushed at the memory, and slowly let his hand glide to under the table to touch the base of his cock. It was dubbed “The Exhibitionist.”

“A-Ahh…” Spike let himself moan out slightly, and then quickly shut his mouth. Discord’s tongue and lips had found the top of his feet and were kissing lightly. He pulled and forced Spike to extend his legs, holding the foot as though it was precious as his lips drug lightly to the sides and began kissing. Spike felt his toes curl just as Discord ran one of his thin avian fingers under the bottoms of the chubbiest parts. A slight extension of his tongue to take one of the toes in his mouth and suckle lightly made Spike whimper, and his other foot curled. Even this little attention made Spike struggle not to touch himself. He kept looking around expecting somebody to notice how turned on he was or how much he wanted to do so, yet nobody showed. Discord simply kept licking and kissing at his toes, burying his nose against his arches and taking in deep breaths with exhales of loud, moaning, and over dramatic pleasure that Spike only whimpered at. He knew that nobody could hear, yet the threat was always there for Discord to be overly chaotic and change that.

Spike kept reading, squirming in his seat. Even he was getting into it now, his heart excited and lips even smiling a bit.

The next image was of a different angle, but mostly of Spike’s rump still. He was standing on his toes with his back facing the camera and his arms clearly above his head in a tied up sort of way. He was wearing bright red, lady panties that could just barely contain the outlines of his chubby cheeks. They rode up slightly into his crack and very clearly were slightly pulled down to reveal more of his thighs yet not quite spoil the sight of a dragon in girly, revealing panties. It was dubbed “The Girly Girl” in pink lettering.

Spike swallowed hard.

The fourth entree was a double image one on top of the other. It had Spike bound up tightly with his rump in clear sight sticking out and reddened as though it were blushing. On it was a paddle of sorts used for table tennis, slapping against his rump in a way that clearly looked as though it made it jiggle at the touch. Spike could remember the sting, and the way it made him feel excited. The second image underneath it was his rump red and hurt looking with Discord kissing and licking it, caressing it slowly with his hands. It was dubbed “To Disobey and Forgive” in bold lettering.

We offer a variety of our own personal brand of Chubby Cheeks for your dining pleasure. Our wide, tender, and overall plump dragon cheeks are directly from some of our hottest dragons in all the land. Bound up for your pleasure in four, great choices of flavor. The classic vanilla offers a succulent, tasteful experience that has become a classic in our dining experience. The exhibitionist offers more for our adventurous, dirty guests who wish to partake in the fantasy of using a dragon used many times before. The Girly Girl is a personal favorite, meant to exemplify and showcase all the plump outlines of our juiciest cheeks. Removable only for the price of hearing him whimper and moan as you lick at his hole. His sweet, tender body is wonderful for our finale entree, “To Disobey and Forgive”. Spanking tools will be provided to those willing to punish and tenderize their meat before partaking in the tender, loving forgiveness of a lifetime as they lick their spanked dragon’s hole until he mumbles apologies for daring to disobey his owner.

Spike breathed in slowly, trying not to let his breath shake at just how much he was blushing. By now Discord had grabbed both of his feet and was worshiping them both in due time. By kissing the soles and running his tongue up the smooth, soft bottoms he made Spike swallow a lump in his throat. He closed his eyes, feeling his blush grow intense. He took long, passionate kisses and kept switching feet now. His avian fingers were holding his ankles together while the paw-like hand kept rubbing his heels and dragging upward when he wasn’t focused on that foot. It tickled and sent sensations to Spike that made him gasp awkwardly and giggle a bit. Discord’s thick, wet tongue ran over his toes and against the balls of his feet where he would suck and kiss at random to make Spike squirm. For a while he simply buried his face into them and sat there.

Spike hesitantly turned the page. He saw an image of his cock displayed with his legs fully spread, his own cum bursting free of the tip and. Just as Discord finally stopped teasing his soles he drew his knees together and hugged Spike’s legs, burying his head onto Spike’s lap as though he were a dog who wanted petting.

“Mmm, I heard a few moans up there,” Discord teased. Spike felt his face grow hotter. “Don’t be too loud or ponies will start talking.

Spike stared at the image of his own cock covered in cum. It was simply titled “Dessert”.

Our dessert is a free bonus with every purchase from our highly regal establishment. The gentle, succulent licks you will give your dragon’s cock before the night is over will draw you closer and closer to the sweet taste of his seed as you bathe your tongue with it. Feel free to have it at any time, though be known that he tastes sweetest with a variety of what has been offered before. Glide your tongue against his cock, and you will be given tender moans along with the taste of a dragon’s cock. The dragon’s pleasure if the only payment acceptable, as his happiness at the end of your meal dictates your ability to return.

“A-Ah…” Spike cried out. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he felt his legs be pushed apart. The knees brushed at the edges of the tablecloth and began to slip out as Discord buried his face deeper into Spike’s crotch and let his tongue drag upwards on his cock. Spike closed his eyes, daring to squirm away but then remembered how exposed he would be, especially given how Discord was holding his legs open.

“I want my dessert,” Discord purred from under the table. His hands drifted downwards and glided themselves over Spike’s legs back to his bare soles. He guided Spike’s feet until his toes stroked against something hard and fleshy that he shamefully knew instantly even without sight was Discord’s cock. Spike was panting now, silently being commanded to pleasure Discord with his feet. His own cock recieved tender lick after tender lick, pausing at the head to kiss and occasionally suckle for upwards of five seconds at a time before repeating.

Spike tried to gripe Discord’s massive cock by his toes at the awkward angle, panting and squirming and sweating all at once. He felt his neck feel damp against his bowtie and bit down hard on his tongue to keep himself silent. He could already feel something wet cover his feet as Discord was already beginning to come out with pre. He must have been stroking himself this entire time under the table. Spike closed the menu and crossed his arms, looking around trying desperately to look casual.

“Mmmm!” Discord moaned loudly as he guided Spike’s sole from the base of his cock up to his cockhead where he made Spike squeeze the tip with his toes. His mouth was now wrapped around Spike’s cock, his tongue turning around the base as his head bobbed back and forth. Spike panted, his mouth opening slightly only for it to close when he realized he was about to moan.

Discord kept one of Spike’s feet firmly on his own cock while his avian-like fingers ran up the inside of Spike’s thigh and then eventually against the padding of the seat he was on. He felt the knuckles brush against his balls but that wasn’t the prize as they slide with ease between his legs against the seat and his flesh to find the hole of his chubby cheeks. The fingers prodded at that hole and pushed and tugged as Spike trembled slightly. He continued to try his best and slowly pleasure Discord’s cock only to find it was hard to move freely and not cause people to look at him.

“A-Ahh!” Spike cried out once Discord’s finger had slipped itself into his hole. He put his hands up when he realized ponies were staring and tried his best to disguise his moan as a stretch. A few ponies eyes lingered on him as he pushed his chair inward, fully aware of his squirming in his seat.

Soon, the waiter came. Spike saw he was holding a plate of greens and red dressing as it was settled in front of him.

“Th…” Spike tried to say, but it was right as Discord inserted another finger into his hole and it came out as a pant. The wait looked at him, expecting him to finish. Spike trembled slightly as Discord’s fingers explored his insides and the tongue against the shaft of his cock almost vibrated from Discord’s loud moaning.

“T-Thank you, M-Master,” Spike said, and then felt his heart nearly burst with anxiety. “M-Mister! I meant Mister!”

The waiter stared, lifted his brow, and then turned away without saying a word.

“Naughty, naughty dragon,” Discord purred from under the table. Spike closed his eyes and buried his hands into his face. He was embarrassed beyond belief but it was so difficult to focus on that when his cock was so close to a burst of pleasure. Discord had been teasing him for nearly forty minutes by now with images and taunts and words in his head. He kept running his soles lightly against Discord’s cock as Discord suckled his own, his fingers still squirming about inside of Spike and pushing deeper and deeper.

“Nghn…” Spike whimpered. It was so hard to go against everything Discord said he liked about Spike and be quiet.

“Ahhh,” Discord purred. “Your feet are wondrous for this, Spikey,” Discord said. “Tell me, if my cum is invisible will you still have it all over your feet? I’d like to find out.”

“D-Discord,” Spike mumbled.

“O-Oh, too late for protests, Chubby Cheeks,” Discord said in a higher pitched tone than before. Suddenly Spike heard a gentle moan and then felt the burst of cum cover his soles and begin to drip. Three shots from Discord’s cock was enough to go between his toes and then some more.

Discord instantly buried his face into Spike’s crotch and began suckling. His tongue began to very clearly vibrate, motor noise and everything, against Spike’s shaft. Spike felt his arms shake when he tried to move them. He felt waves of pleasure echo in his body, each more intense than the last. Again and again Discord’s head bobbed as Spike closed his eyes and dug his fingers into the table until they hurt. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop his moan, and he began to look around for something to bite onto. He grabbed the nearest fork and shoved food into his mouth until his cheeks were full, own own cock ready to burst.

“A-Aaaah!” Spike cried out. It was muffled, but still loud. His body twitched and toes curled when he came directly into Discord’s mouth and on his vibrating tongue. He was breathing heavily now, even after he came. Discord took no moment’s hesitation before grabbing his feet and lapping up his own cum from his soles. Spike sat back, slowly chewing his food and hoping that his moan looked to be one not of erotic nature. Ponies were still looking at his sweaty, hot body and he felt embarrassment.

Discord slid out from under the table again licking his lips, Spike’s feet feeling wet but free of seed. He sat on the table and picked up Spike’s plate, taking a large bite out of the plate but not the food. Nopony noticed.

“Well, that was erotic,” Discord said, tapping the table as several bits appeared in a pile. He then ate the rest of the plate and licked his lips, Spike staring up at him. “What else was there…? Oh, yes, right.”

Discord snapped his fingers. A sudden, large, encompassing puff of air filled the entire restaurant. When Spike blinked he was alone again, yet his table was empty. His menu looked normal again. He still felt hot with the excitement of sex, yet he didn’t feel unclean in the spots Discord hadn’t lapped up.

“Yes, what would you like to drink tonight, Sir?” The waiter pony came back from before.

“Uh, I uh…” Spike looked around. Nopony who had been looking cautiously to him before was looking now. Even the waiter stared at him as though he had never met him. Spike slowly slid out from the table and stood up. “S-Sorry, I think I’m at the wrong place.”

Spike left without saying another word. He was just barely out the door before he caught sight of Discord floating nearby in the closest alleyway. He was on his back and outstretched when Spike approached before he rolled over in mid air and smiled down.

“What was that?” Spike asked.

“Simple memory charm,” Discord chuckled. “Nopony there remembers how strangely you acted. You’re just a customer who came in and left instantly, now. Though those ponies might wonder just how fast time flew.”

Discord lowered himself until he was at Spike’s level and took him by the hand, pressing his lips lightly to Spike’s own. Spike pulled away gently, but then received a kiss on his cheek.

“Oh, it’s been so long since I made you cum without at least a bit of a kiss,” Discord giggled. “Tell me, how was the real deal?”

“U-Uh,” Spike stuttered slightly. “K-Kind of erotic, I guess.”

“Kind of?” Discord cried out in shock. “Do you know how much effort I put into that? I had to think for at least a week how to get you to agree to that date thing?”

“Mmm,” Spike replied. “I-It was hot, really.”

Spike tried to chuckle and shrugged at his shoulders.

“I just thought, y’know,” The dragon scratched behind his head. “It was a real date, or something. It was kind of embarrassing but pretty hot, Discord. Just… didn’t think it was just sex.”

“Oh,” Discord said in an almost bored sounding tone as he floated upward and rolled back onto his back. “Honestly if you wanted a real date you just needed to ask. You dragons are awfully quick to beat around the bush. It’s rather boring trying to play guessing games.”

“Mmm,” Spike felt his face grow warmer. Discord rolled over in the air a few times as he looked over his shoulder to assure nopony was staring at them from the streets.

“Well fine,” Discord rolled his eyes, looking down to Spike. “I’ll think of something ‘less sexual’ next time.” Discord used quotation marks and smiled with a dastardly look. “Don’t be shocked if it involves a spa date for an excuse to massage your feet, though, Chubby Cheeks.”

Spike giggled at that. He felt… well, honestly he still felt embarrassed. It was a good kind, though, the sort where his heart beat in an excited sort of way.

“Alright,” Spike said.