Dragon Hunting

“SPIKE, WAKE UP! WE NEED TO GO!”

Spike was violently shaken awake, the first sound he heard was yelling from various stallions. He couldn't make out what was being said, his brain was still foggy from the lack of sleep. Still leaning against a dirty wall, he quickly stood up and took in his surroundings.

The dusty building has seen better days. He can tell that is used to some kind of department store, but some-what collapsed building made it hard to figure out. Leaning against the counter in front of him, he looked directly forward at some of his allies holding their bodies against the barricaded, front door. Brandishing his combat knife, he steeled himself for the inevitable, waiting for the door to break down. Looking to his left, he saw Sheriff Gravestone taking a few practice swings with his machete before taking a defensive stance.

The gray stallion was molded by the darkness that dwells in the hearts of ponies, the dying flowers CutieMark held some dark secrets. He never spoke his previous life being an officer of the law, none of that mattered at this point. Gravestone pulled pathetic survivors together and them into the professionals they are today.

Pulling himself out of his daydream, Spike held his knife in front of him, pointed right at the door.

“Sheriff! We can't hold the door!, one of the stallions yelled.

“Away from the door!”, Gravestone’s booming voice rang out in the room, “We will take as many as we can to hell with us!”

*BEEP*

Spike tensed as he watched the stallion's backed away.

*BEEP*

The door gave no resistance as bloodied arms punched holes in the wood, flailing around for anything to grab.

*BEEP*

They're unholy screeches pierced the ears of their upcoming meals, causing the survivors to back up even further.

*BEEP*

The door gave way, letting loose the monsters. Their skin peeling off and flesh rotting, they hissed and snapped their jaws as they charged into the room. Everything happened so quickly, Spike never had a chance to react as he was pinned to the wall.

Trying to wrestle the creature off, he held it by the throat as he reached for his knife. Desperately trying to stay alive, the creature started to slowly inch towards Spike. His knife out of his reach, he had no choice but to hold onto the creature.

*BEEP*

The creature just a inch away, Spike couldn't tell what was spittle on his face and what was tears. His energy failing, the creature lunged forward and sunk it’s teeth into Spike’s neck.

“AAAAAUGGH!!”

Flailing around in his bed, he flopped onto the floor like a dead fish, bringing all his zombie comic books with him. Peeling off the one that landed on his face, he stared at the cover that features the comic's main protagonist, Sheriff Gravestone, bashing a zombie's skull in as it ripped into the face of a background character.

Heh, that's the best issue yet, he thought to himself. Picking up all of his comic book and stacking them neatly on his bedside table, he somewhat fixed his bed. Once he deemed it was good enough, he crossed the room to the connected bathroom with everything he needed: sink, shower, and toilet, and mirror.

Using the toilet and taking a quick shower, he stood in front of his sink as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Completely nude, he took a examined his body. While not as lanky as Mr. Cake and not as muscular as Big Macintosh, he was proud of his toned arms and legs with slight definition. His barely formed six-pack may not have been impressive to some, it was a lot better than that belly he had when he was younger.

Raising his arms by his head, he flexed his muscles. His mind going down the gutter, he started to imagine a couple of mares rubbing his arms. Forming the face-less mares into the spa twins, blood began to rush downwards. It did not take long for the teenage drake to become diamonds at a simple thought. Staring at his dragonhood, this was the part of his body he was very proud of. From the books he has read, his 9 inch mare tamer was almost close in length to a stallion. While it may be a little more narrow, and differently shaped, dragons have three times the stamina when compared to stallions. Based on that information, he concluded that he could possibly please a mare several times (or several mares) in one night before getting tired.

Lowering his arms and running back to his room, he walked to his dresser that was to the right of his bed. Pulling out the last drawer, he sifted through old clothes he does not wear much for a bottle of coca scented lotion. Opening the bottle, he squirted a healthy amount of lotion into his hand before sitting down. He shifted to get comfortable on his bed and caused his dragon cock to point straight up. Leaning on his right hand, he took his lotion-covered left hand to rub it all over his shaft. Jumping a little from the cold cream, his heart sped up. Grabbing his shaft firmly, he slowly strokes his cock as he closes his eyes.

Thinking of the spa twins again, he thought of them right in front of him and on their knees. In his mind, Aloe was slowly jerking his red dick while Lotus was sucking the tip.

Going from long, slow strokes, he switched to short, rapid strokes. Back in his mind, Aloe jerked him off faster as Lotus pulled her mouth off with a small ‘pop’ and started to lick his heavy nuts. Breathing heavily, imaginary Lotus alternated between each orb, sucking and licking both of them. As Lotus worshipped his sack, Aloe whispered to him, “please sir, let us taste your cum”, she held her mouth open with his dragonhood aimed right at it.

With only Spike’s breathing and the audible, fapping noises, he continued along his imaginary threesome. Lotus took both of his nuts into her mouth and greedily sucked on them. She did her best to run her tongue over them as she kept both in her mouth. Breathing harder, he involuntarily bucked his hips as he neared closer. False-Aloe was waiting for him to finish right on her tongue as she kept stroking.

Letting out a almost guttural, low moan as he shot thick ropes of cum into Aloe’s awaiting maw. He splattered her face and breasts while she moaned throughout the entire cumshot. She closed her mouth and made a over-exaggerated gulp, then re-opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.

“Oh Spikey-Wikey, that was simply divine.”

Spike opened his eyes, his fantasy abruptly ending. Rarity? he thought to himself. He stood up, quickly realizing that he now has to clean thick strands of spunk off the floor. He headed straight to the bathroom for some toilet paper. Going back next to the bed, he started to wipe his essence off the smooth floor, lightly growling to himself.

While a little agitated over having to clean so much, he was more mad at himself. He wish he could get over Rarity, but he wants that angelic mare more than ever thanks to hormones. He tries his best to avoid her, only speaking to her if he needs to. He stopped asking his friends about her as well, why bother since there was no point.

He wanted to confront her and ask why, the not knowing bothered him greatly. Is it because they are different species? Or that he is still young?

Maybe she is just not that into you.

Shaking his head, he focuses to task at hand. Making sure it was all wiped up, he flushes flushes a the evidence away and gives his hands a quick wash. Leaving the bathroom, he headed back to his dresser. Opening various drawers, he grabbed a plain white t-shirt, a pair of faded jeans, and some socks. Quickly getting dressed, he then turned around and stopped by his bedroom door. He slipped his feet into a pair of brown, steel-toed boots.

Opening the bedroom and stepping out, he closed the door behind him and started his short trek to the Royal Kitchen™. The walk allowed his head to clear. Thinking of his other friends, his mood was improving greatly. He thought of Pinkie (and her huge breasts), Rainbow Dash (and that tight ass), Flut-

Gah! Stop it! He mentally berated himself, becoming painfully aware that he should of rubbed a couple more out. Stopping at the entrance to the kitchen, he took a minute to calm himself (and force Spike Jr. away).

Deadkittensdeadkittensdeadkittensdeadkittensdeadkittens

Thanks to the (horrifying) mental images, his heart rate slowed down and his dragoonhood went back to the depths it crawled out of.

Buck you, puberty.

Grasping the handles to the large, double doors, he pushed forward and slowly opened the doors. Once inside, and letting the doors close automatically, he saw the only other inhabitant of the castle. Twilight Sparkle sat at a small table that she placed there a few months ago, still wearing a blue tank-top (with no bra) and purple pajama bottoms.

To this day, Spike still thanks Celestia that he cannot bring himself to think of Twilight Sparkle in a sexual manner.

She took notice of him, “Good morning, Spike! I already made breakfast.”, she said as she magically levitated a plate with a large stack of pancakes, covered in melted butter, onto the opposite end of the table. She brought over a fork and a bottle syrup and placed it next to his plate.

“Morning Twilight, and thank you, you didn't have to do that”, he smiled at her as he sat down to pour syrup over the pancakes.

“The least I can do is make breakfast once in awhile for my hardworking drake.”

Spike rubbed the back of his head, “All I do is kick trees...”

“It doesn't matter, I'm proud that you are becoming responsible”, she said while giving him a sad smile, “It shows that you are ready to take the first steps towards independence.”

“Ah come on, Twilight, I will always need you. You're like a mo- sister to me.”

Spike blushed at from the slip, hoping that she didn't notice. Twilight pretended she didn't hear that and said, “And you will always be my baby brother” she happily grinned, “hurry up and eat, Applejack will work you harder if you are late.”

Getting the hint, he quickly ate the large stack. Almost done, he grabbed the glass of milk held by Twilight’s telekinesis and choked it down. “Thanks, Twilight”, he said as he jumped out of his chair and threw his dirty dishes in the sink. Making sure he cleared his junk off the table, he began to leave.

“Wait!” She got out of her chair and ran after him.

Almost leaving the kitchen, he turned around to face her. She ran into Spike and held tightly onto him. Realizing what was happening, Spike wrapped his arms around her smaller frame.

“I'll see you later, ok?”, he whispered to her.

“Mmhm”, was her only response as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

A few seconds later, she let go of him. Once he was free from the Alicorn’s grasp, he left the kitchen and disappeared around the corner.

Twilight sat back down at the table, pouting in silence. She hopes that he will not be moving out anytime soon, he is still only on his first job! Sure, dragons like him can easily get high-paying jobs that would be considered ‘dangerous’ for ponies. But being the worrier that she is, she started writing a mental checklist for every thing he will need to learn before starting a life of his own.

Once the cogs in her brain stopped spinning, she thought of Applejack.

Maybe I’ll have time to see her when she is done working, she thought whilst running her thighs together.