Dating Advice : Making a move....in your dreams...
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Dating Advice

Dating Advice : Making a move....in your dreams...

| Making a move.....in your dreams... |

Your eyes open slowly, you sat up feeling quite weak. Your arms barely support your weight, but you're lighty caressed by the soft bed spread beneath you. You looked around, the place seemed slighty familiar...but where have you seen this room? The rooms' hue was different shades of blue, crystal pillars scaled the walls. The bed you laid in was a basket-like bed, if the basket was made for a manticore or a giant dog to sleep in. The blankets were a light blue colour, a big fluffy white pillow laid right behind you. No wonder why you slept so soundly, that pillow could easily be compared to a pegasi's description of laying on a cloud. After studying the room for mintues on end, the door slowly crept open.

"Anon?" A sweet voice calls from the doorway, your senses heighten. "It's me..Spike, I Is it okay for me to come in?"

Spike? Spike's here? "Y-yes of course!" Your voice shook and cracked, smooth move hot-shot.

Spike entered, hiking his jeans up on his thick thighs. Spike's shape was perfect. He was thin on the upper half and deliciously chubby below the belt. He waved at you, blushing as he usually did. You scooted over, patting the space beside you. It startled him a bit a first, but soon after he was rushing over to sit by you. He plumped himself down, making a cute little 'pomf' sound. His legs were instantly pulled up, he hugged them to his chest. You stared at one another for a moment before you both shyly looked away. Apparently the wallpaper was interesting to Spike too..

"A-anon?" Spike broke the bitter silence. You looked at him, not saying a thing. "I-Erm, I'm glad you came." He murmured, not meeting your gaze.

Of course! You're at Twi's place, why hadn't you noticed before? You fiddled with the bedding beside Spike's upper thigh, a part of you wanted to say 'fuck it' and squeeze his waist with all enough strength to excite him. Just as you were about to take the risk, Spike spoke again.

"Want some juice?" You couldn't help but giggle. Oh, how you loved 'your' cute little Spike. You nodded, making him jump up and rush to the door.

The bed seemed lighter with him gone. As you sat there waiting for him to return, something shook you. You looked around, whatever it was, it wasn't here. It kept shaking you over and over, making you thrash. And then you awoke...

"It's about time you got up!" Lyra sang aloud. Your eyes were wide open, partly in terror. You sat up, noticing quickly that you were once again in your room. "Now that you're up you can help Bons clean up the house while I'm at work. She said she didn't want to do it alone and that she'd need a...hand."

You held in a laugh, but Lyra was a snorting mess. "L-look, Bons needs everything clean for tonight, and your help would be appreciated."

You nodded, still feeling a bit tired. She smiled, waving as she left your room. You sighed deeply, taking in the sight of your living space. First off, you lived in Canterlot. Your room was nicely sized compared to Bon and Lyra's room. Your clothes where strewn about, your bed had the back board against the wall; a window behind it. A book shelf was on your far right, and to your left was your closet. Your walls had various posters, mostly just posters that where available here, stuck to them. The Wonderbolts, the Ponytones, etc. You peeled the covers from your lower half, kicking your legs over the right side of the bed. As you stretched out, a sticky substance rubbed against the fabic of your boxers. Again? The last dream didn't even have any sex in it! You began to feel fustrated, once again you'd have to sneak your jizz-stained shorts into the wash when the mares weren't looking. You didn't need them to tease your for a normal bodily function. You got up slipping off your soiled undergarments, you might as well get a head start on cleaning by picking up and washing all of your dirty clothes. Atleast you could wash these boxers without having to do any sneaking. You tossed them onto your bed, there is where your pile would start. First course of action was to wash your junk, then you'd get a new pair of draws.

"Anon~!" BonBon called. "These dishes need attention!"

"I'll be in there in a jiff Bon!" You shouted back to her, picking up a short, lone blanket and wrapping it around your waist. You needed to get to the restroom down the hall, making your way towards your closet of the other side of the room. You dig through your closet...man, you really did need to wash clothes. You only had a few things left, about a day or two worth of clothing, depending on what you'd do for those one to two days.

You picked out a pair of boxers and some jeans. You made your way to your door, rushing down the hall before BonBon could catch a glimpse of you. You entered the restroom, closing the door softly behind you. You placed your clothes on the ground, since Equestria's version of toilet was some weird thing on the ground that you had to squat over. Man, the stories you could tell about your encounters with that porcelain shit hole. You crouched down a bit to meet the sink, grabbing your facecloth. You turned on the sink, dipping your hand in the water to test just how warm it was. The water in Equestria got warm surprisingly fast, compared to your old home; where you'd sit in the restroom for atleast ten minutes before the water even got lukewarm. You wet your rag, caressing the soap within the cloth before ringing it out a bit and washing yourself below the belt. Even though it was a thing to brag about back home, you never really talked about your 'size.' You were well-endowed, spoting a very nice size for your age; ecrect and flacid. You finished up your scrub, rinsing off your rag, ringing it, and placing it back on the rag rack.

Athough it wasn't very important, it made you sigh with happiness to see that your rag sat next to two more pony appropriate size washcloths. You began dressing, boxers before pants as normal. Then after sprucing yourself up a bit, you left the restroom. Welp, your day would contain dishes and dusting various high places. What a life eh?

You yawned softly. Finally you and Bon finished cleaning the house, and now you both were resting on the futon. Dinner had been prepared too, a vegetarian meal of sweet potatoes, rice, and black beans; but you two were too tired to stuff your faces. You lightly stroked Bon's ear, making her sigh in relief. She looked up at you, her eyes pleading. You couldn't help but smile, seeing as BonBon wanted to crawl into your lap.

"Save that for your girlfriend," You chuckled, rubbing her ear between your index finger and thumb. "What would Lyra think if she came home with you wedged in my crotch?"

"I guess she'd be jelly." Bon said innocently. She yawned and stretched, sniffling softly.

You sighed warmly, smirking to yourself. You simply nodded, making Bon sigh and laugh. She snuggled deeper into your side. You both sat there for longer than you realized forgetting about Lyra arriving home soon. Bon started drifting off, with you in hot pursuit. The front door clicked then opened, Lyra. She stepped in closing the door softly behind her. Lyra spotted you, smiling at how cute you two were. She locked the door with a quick snap, trotting over to you.

"Mind if I sleep with ya'?" She asked placing her lyre down. You nodded drowsily, feeling Bon being lifted off you with Lyra's magic.

Lyra shuffled up with her back against your chest, she pulled BonBon up into her arms. A deep sigh escaped your lips. Nice and cozy, just like you like it. You and the girls would snuggle together like this after binging a movie series or eating a large meal. You shuffled a bit, placing your arm on Bon's back. After sitting in silence with your eyes closed for a few minutes, sleep slowly washed over you.

"I got your juice Anon..."

You jumped, once again you found yourself in Spike's room on his bed. Spike stood nervously infront of you, shakily holding a glass of orange juice. With a bit of hesitation you took it, smiling warmly at the cutie-pie that stood by you. He walked to the other side of the bed, sitting back in his place. You sipped the juice, it was damn good for dream orange juice. You swore you could taste it clearly, the pulp sticking to your teeth. As you fought the orange pieces in your mouth, Spike spurred up a conversation.

"Anon?" Spike swallowed hard. You saw his toes curl cutely, making you smile. "I-is there anything you wanna do?"

A few things come to mind.

"I dunno, you got any games or books?" You asked, trying not to seem too bored or sex-driven.

"U-uhm, sure, I have...A few adventure books..." He smiled, drooping off the bed to reach a book that sat beside it.

As he searched for the book, your eyes were locked on his wiggling rump. Excuse your french, but DAMN, he gotta' fat ass. You chuckled and smiled. Oh what fun it'd be to squeeze his rear and watch him squeal. Hey this is a dream right? Then fuck it! You placed your drink down on the ground. Rubbing your hands together, you braced for impact. All in one quick motion, you not only squished Spike's rump in your 'claws', you also planted a light kiss his neck. He squee-ed in surprise, wriggling in your tight grasp. Man, you wanted to latch on and never let go.

"A-Anon!" Spike whined, panting. "B--be gentle!"

You loosened your grip just a tad, massaging the soft flesh you held in your hands. Spike pushed back to meet your hungry grabbing. He began filling your ears with his glourious ,never-ever heard by anypony else, moans. You grunt in response, no matter how hard you try, you can't truly feel Spike's ass in your hands. Okay, why the hell could you taste that bomb-ass orange juice perfectly, but you can't manage to 'feel' such a tight and voluptuous ass? Your hands ceased their squeezing and massaging, moving to the hips of the smaller dragon. You quickly pushed your hardening member into the soft, pillowy mesh in front of you. You hear Spike cry out, his head buried in his arms as he thrusted back to meet you. How cute, but dry sex wasn't going to cut it. You began pulling down Spike's pants, he wore cute green low-riding basic briefs. You couldn't help but smile, kissing his tail right above his hole. He wrapped his tail around your forearm as you sat back up, next your own trousers. You remove your jeans, your boxers doing a bad job at concealing your ecretion. It was ass time for the Anon ma

"Anon!" Lyra awoke you one again. "Would ya' wake up?"

You opened your eyes to meet Lyra's angry gaze. "What?" You ask.

"Your johnson was poking me in the back!" Lyra said sternly. Oh great, you just back-fucked Lyra while having a gay wet-dream...Once again, smooth move hot-shot.

"S-sorry, I was just.." You pause monentarily. "I-It's normal!" Hey, why tell the truth when you can prove a point?

Lyra's face scunched up, then she sighed deeply. "Just--just don't do it again okay?"

You nodded quickly, of course this wouldn't happen again. You wouldn't let it happen again. Lyra sat next to you, Bon was long gone by now. She probably was startled awake by Lyra then shimmied off to bed. You sit kind of hunched over, trying to hide your second head. Then Lyra breaks in.

"Anon...remember when you came out, to us?" Lyra blinked, looking at you in the eye.

Without looking up you answer. "Yup,"

"W-well, I think it's about time you find a special somepony." Lyra smiled weakily, as if telling you this hurt her. "You must like somepony right? Everypony has a crush."

"There's one ponyI, er, dragon.." You admit halfheartedly.

"A dragon?" Lyra was dumbfounded for a moment. "But the only dragon you've ever seen....is...oh..."

You nodded quickly, now the news was out. You, Anon, like--loved Spike the Dragon.

"Well then Anonic, if you want, I could help you speak with him." Lyra smiled, slipping the pet name they gave you into her sentence. "Me and Twilight go way back!"

You know. You've heard the story before, of Twilight coming back to rekindle their friendship. Even though Lyra was being so nice and helpful, you still felt extremely nervous to face Spike. You both sat in silence for moments on end, Lyra silently awaiting an answer.

"Y'know what." You spoke up. "Sure, I'd love your help."

Lyra instantly lit up. "Good! I can invite them over to stay for a while, if Twilight's not busy of course."

"Alright, I-I think I can do it." You smile, a burst of confidence rushed through you.

"Great, I'll send a letter to Twilight." She hopped off the futon. "Maybe, while we wait for them to arrive, I could give you some adivce on how to talk to Spike."

You smile and nod, sounded good enough. You wave to Lyra as she trotted off to bed. You sat back, wanting to fall back into that dream you were in; but the news slightly haunted you. Spike was not only coming over, he was going to stay for a while. What if he needed somewhere to sleep? Would he be forced to share a bed with you? In a way that slightly excited you, but it also terrified you. As you were thinking, you felt yourself slowly being pulled back into the dream world. Well atleast you'd be able to mentally fuck him. Away you fell, falling asleep on the futon.

Author's Note

First chapter! Yey.

Then next'll be up soon!

Funny thing though, this chapter was two chapters separately. Then I got an idea, so I smacked two chapters together! Next chapter might be just as long, depending on how I feel about it.

Okie bye.