A Dinner for Two

Spike trailed his claws over the tablecloth, smoothing any wrinkles from the cloth before fetching a set of plates out of a nearby cabinet and placing them on the counter.

Settling them with a gentle clinking, he fussed with their placement for a moment before he walked over to the oven; he tapped a foot as he stared down the timer, ticking away it's last few moments…

Reaching over, he snatched the timer up and silenced it, allowing a single chime from the bell imbedded in its back.

Tossing it back on the counter with a smile, he opened and reached into the oven. Pulling out the bubbling casserole, he sniffed at the first fried, then baked quinoa, carrots, and broccoli beneath the cheese. Nodding to himself, he placed it on a towel on the counter near the plates and walked over to their fridge.

Pulling out a bowl of fresh picked green-beans, he gave them a gentle stir to remix the dressing, before looking up at the clock. Shrugging, he placed them back in the fridge.

“O~O~Oh, Spike...”

She opened the door into the kitchen, smiling beatifically through a thin layer of dust.

“Hello, dear,” he murmured, falling onto four legs and nuzzling her muzzle before snagging a damp rag from the counter, tossing it to plaster her face. She giggled while he gently wiped away the muck, stretching her neck to nuzzle into his palms.

“There's my dear,” he muttered as he tapped her yellow nose with his, still covering her eyes with his dishrag. She giggled until his lips met hers, her light giggles becoming a contented humming.

Then he slipped his tongue against her lips, and she parted her lips to let him through, moaning as he coiled his long, thinner muscle around her shorter, flat one.

She moaned again as he pulled her into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on her tongue.

He lifted his forearms, clutching her to him as he twisted his muzzle back and forth, biting gently on her lower lip. She put a hoof on his chest, pushing him away and breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath.

“Goddess, Spike…” she giggled, moaning as he nipped at her neck, nuzzling his as he rubbed against her. “What’s gotten into…?” She moaned again, cut off as he flattened his tongue against one of her wing joints. He forced the limb to shoot straight to the side, the other starting to follow.

Rubbing his claws along her legs and up to her shoulders, he hummed and wrapped his neck around to the side, nipping at her ear as he whispered, “Nothing in particular.”

“Then why…” His mouth cut her off again, his teeth gently closing over on side of her neck as he sucked on his chosen spot.

She sighed as he picked her up, wrapping her hooves around his neck and kissing his throat. She gasped as he growled, then giggled as he laid her on the nude tablecloth. Her wings extended, giving her no choice but to stay on her back as he licked and bit at her throat, his claws roaming over her chest and lower stomach.

She moaned as his mouth rejoined hers, his tongue dancing over her own as she lashed against him, her forelegs wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer.

She gasped as she felt something hot poke her left flank, then felt as the other placed itself closer, but a bit lower, to her own wanting mark.

“Spike, no foreplay?” she asked through her giggles.

“A bit excited,” he muttered, running his claws down her chest and towards her rear legs. “Here, this should help…”

Pulling away from her, he snagged her legs in his claws and spread her wide, trailing kisses from her throat to her stomach, then lowering to latch onto a dry teat. He nibbled softly, hearing her gasp and watching her buck her hips.

Still suckling, he pushed his tongue down, letting it creep further down until it tickled the top of her slit, lapping at her button.

She almost shrieked, letting her head flop back and sending her long, pink mane to the floor. “Spike, please…”

Straightening, he nodded. “More than the tongue?” he teased, letting the bottom twin of his hot lengths slide over her dampening slit.

“P-P-Please?” she asked, writhing her back legs as he flexed his hips against her.

“Hmmm… Alright then,” he said, smiling down at her. He slid her across the table, putting her head just off of one side while her legs dangled over the other.

“Oh, thank you, please…” she moaned, twitching as he ran a thumb over her nub. She looked at him, confused, when he rounded the table instead of mounting her. “Spike? What…?”

Gently, he pushed her head down, until she was looking at the floor. Her ears twitched, and she grinned as she guessed at what he had intended.

“O-oh my...”

Grabbing his lower member in a claw, he led the pointed tip to her mouth’s lips, sliding it over her lips as she moaned, her tongue flickering out to lap at his tip. Slowly, he slid into her waiting muzzle, her tongue sliding out to provide some fluid for the top member. He humped, testing.

She moaned again as he thrust into her mouth, her tongue moving to slide against the member that slid over her chin and along her throat, suckling on the one in her mouth. Moving her hoof up, she slid it over his top dick, sliding her fetlock over him and squishing it against her vibrating throat. She pumped against the bulge-less top member, even as the lower’s widened base bumped against her nose.

He sighed, bucking into her face for a minute, before he leaned forward, shoving his snout down and lashing his tongue between her lips as he humped into her muzzle, shivering as she moaned around him. Using a claw, he rubbed up and down along her slit, getting three of his digits lubricated with her juices before he slid two into her, curling his tongue up against her wall.

She squealed around him as she came, her juices covering his hand and her tailhole as he pushed deeper into her thick lips. Wrapping an arm around her leg, he shoved his dick deeper into her vibrating throat even as she mashed him into her throat with her foreleg.

“Waste not,” he muttered as he rubbed his digits into her cum, sliding it around and pushing it into her ass. She jumped a little, her hoof, resuming her movements as he sent his other two fingers back into her pussy, pumping along with him as she pushed down onto his fingers.

Pushing a bit harder, he finally pushed a digit into her ass, pushing it to the knuckle as her legs tried to wrap around his muzzle. He pushed one away, spreading her wider as he shoved his muzzle further down, sucking on her winking clit as he pushed his claws towards her lower wall, looking for her little nub and finding it.

She squealed again, wrapping her tail around his snout as she thrashed, her teeth scraping against his bulge as he pumped his fingers into her.

He slowed, breathing deeply, before he withdrew from her.

She moaned lowly, her back legs squeezing themselves together. “Spike, you haven’t…”

She stopped talking when he pulled her back legs apart, then slid his slick bottom member into her, filling her and bouncing his top member against her button.

She arched and opened her mouth to moan, but Spike snuck his claws up and roughly slid them into her mouth, fingering her mouth with the same digits that she could taste had been inside of her. He roughly caressed her tongue as he stroked into her, playing almost idly with the limp muscle as it flopped out and over her bottom jaw.

Slowing, he withdrew again, before she felt a double pressure against her groin, her ass relenting at the narrow tip. Widening her legs as much as she could, she whimpered around his fingers as he slowly slid both of his dicks into her, a stray bit of her fluid reapplying lubricant as his bulge bumped into her.

With a growl, he ground himself against her openings, pushing her thighs apart as he finally penetrated her fully. His bulge slid into her, and he released a stream of hot cum into her tight ass.

She shivered as, a moment later, his top one echoed the action, his hot semen filling her womb even as it started to leak from her bottom.

With a happy sigh, he pulled his fingers from her mouth and wiped the dripping digits on the tablecloth.

“Too rough?” he asked the panting Pegasus.

“Not for a special time,” she said as she shrugged, wiping sweat from her brow and spit from her mouth.

“Now, uhm… Dinner?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, nodding before she winced. “But, I think I’ll need to sit on an icepack tonight…”

Spike sighed, pulling slowly out of her and wincing at the plopping noise as their mess hit the floor. “I’ll get the mop.”