Frayed Feathers and Scales

The first thing Spike recognized was something warm pressing against his back. He loved the sensations, starting to press back into it, trying to cuddle against it. The second thing he noticed was that it was incredibly soft, almost like a pillow of some sort. The third thing was he was still tired, but his mind had been roused by the movements behind him. His tail, purple and covered in scales with small, green spikes, wrapped around part of the warm object, him giving a happy sigh when he was comfortable.

His bed was not usually this warm, but he loved it. It was then that Spike's mind clicked; beds don't breath. His eyes opened, slitted pupils in shining emerald orbs scanning the area. He looked down, seeing arms wrapped around him. They weren't skinny or fat, but definitely had muscles. His green, spikey hair was being blown a little by the mystery person behind him.

Spike looked down further to see his tail wrapped around this mystery person's thigh. Again, it was skinny or fat, but he would definitely put it in the "thick" category. He could feel muscles shifting against his tail, and he knew a kick would likely crush him easily. He gulped a little, before the person pulled him closer, their arms hugging him tight.

Spike felt more of the heat and his head was sinking into soft flesh. Well, this mystery person was definitely a female, his head nearly buried between her breasts. He looked up, fearing he somehow sleep walked into another's house, and they would likely kill him. That, or call the cops and have him arrested for breaking and entering.

He spotted purple tips of hair, and looked up more, seeing white hair after the purple tips. His heart started to slow down a little, his mind now coming under control. He did not even have to look at her face to know it was Gilda. His back pressed against her stomach, feeling her abs through her shirt.

He heard a powerful yawn, and blushed a little, his tail wrapped around her naked thigh. That was when Spike realized she had nothing but panties on her lower half. Not that he would complain, he would love her just as much, clothes or no clothes. Besides, it did not hurt that she had a huge butt.

"Morning." She said, her voice groggy and tired. If she noticed his position, she either didn't mind or was not fully awake. Perhaps a bit of both.

"Morning, honey." Spike replied, her arms moving out of the way so he could move. He only turned, his face now buried inbetween her breasts, his small arms wrapping around her in a hug.

She gave a small giggle, and Spike was quickly reminded how lucky he was to hear it. Not many people heard Gilda laugh, much less have heard her giggle. He looked up, his sparkling emerald eyes staring up into her dark, joyful yellow eyes. He smiled up at her, his fangs showing, before he closed his lips, temporarily getting self-conscious about his gem breaking teeth.

As part dragon, Spike was an odd one. Pointed ears allowed him to hear better than any normal man or woman. Fangs, constantly sharp, adorned his mouth instead of normal canines. A tail, which had a spaded end to help dig was present. Not to mention incredibly tough skin, nearly impossible for him to take normal showers. His pupils were slitted, much like a snakes, but definitely not predatory. Not to mention he could swim and drink liquid magma, Spike was one tough cookie.

Gilda brought her hand up, cupping it under his chin, giving a soft smile. She leaned down and gave Spike a quick peck on the lips, ignoring his blushing face. She gave a thougchtly look, before wrapping her arms around the small of his back, causing him to let out a soft gasp.

"Are you busy today?" Gilda asked, but sounded more like a demand. Not that he minded answering of course, but he thought about it for a moment, and opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by Gilda, who said, "Clear your schedule, we're gonna cuddle and watch movies."

Spike blinked, giving Gilda a small smile. He was gonna say Twilight relieved him of his duties for a month, considering all his hard work, but, it really didn't matter at the moment. "Yes, my love." Spike responded, causing Gilda to let out an uncharacteristic blush, only to lean down and peck his forehead.

"You are so lucky I love you."

"I am."

Gilda was by no means a softie. If anything, she was one of the baddest girls around. She worked out quite a bit, and had gained muscles that practically screamed that she was a warrior. Her yellow eyes, often cold and uncaring, we're now full of happiness, but a glare could still knock you off your feet without her actually hitting you. Spike only reached the middle of her breasts, but she did not mind his slow growth. However, she appeared to be like a Goddess to him, making him feel puny sometimes.

She did not scream "I am a cuddler", thanks to her body and attitude, but Spike was surprised to find out she loved cuddles. Being held (or in her case, holding) made her feel so warm and happy, and Spike was happy to start cuddling with the bigger woman.

He, a small, dorky, dragon-blooded boy and she, an amazonian, fierce warlord, made an amazing couple. Who would've guessed? Gilda shifted a little holding Spike closer, kissing his cheeks, causing him to blush more.

Spike would never admit it, but he was glad Gilda wore the pants in their relationship. He was not very brave (despite saving and entire Empire), and often found himself thinking too much on appearance. Gilda didn't really care he was shorter than her, or that he still looked like a boy, which both made him happy and terrified.

Gilda noticed the thoughtful look in his eyes, and gave an evil smirk. Now that he was distracted, she could have a little fun. She pulled him away, noticing he was still deep in thought, and started to pull her shirt off.

"Hey, Spike?" Spike gave a hum of confusion, being snapped out of his thoughts, seeing Gilda's breasts out in full display. His face started to turn bright red as she cupped them, lifting them up a little, saying, "Come tend to your future wife."

Spike opened his mouth, a small cloud of smoke coming out, before feeling her hands grab his, dragging him back to the bed. Today was going to be a good day for the griffon and dragon.