Frayed Feathers and Scales

Spike sighed as he walked out of the shower. He had the castle alone with Gilda, as Twilight had to do some last minute supply gathering. Knowing Gilda was likely training, he walked without a towel.

Luckily none of the girls were around. Who had time to hang out in the beginning of a month long storm? So, being able to, he walked in the buff, knowing that no one would jump his bones.

He remembered last time he walked out nude, thinking he was alone. Next thing he knew, he had to pry Pinkie Pie off of him and try not to accept her offer of giving her a "World Famous Creampie". Her words, not his.

He stretched as he walked to his room, his tail lazily hanging from him as he went inside. Had he been paying attention, he qould have noticed he walked right past Gilda, who was blushing furiously as she saw the dragons "treasure" on full display.

If she had less self control, she would have gone with him and made sure he only knew her name for the next few hours. In fact, she had to stop herself right then from grabbing his tail and slinging him over her shoulder.

She shook her head clear, then walked off to train, trying to ignore the growing heat in her body as she saw his tail disappear into his room. She smiled as her mind was busy building lewd plans, before smacking herself, trying to keep focus.

Keep focus on that big dick of his pounding into her sn-

She growled to herself, squishing those thoughts as she entered the gym. She huffed as she wrapped up her hands with some cloth, then started to stretch.

She rolled her shoulders, feeling them pop, groaning in satisfaction. She pulled her knee up, rotating her ankle, before doing the same to the other. She hummed in approval, before setting up a punching bag, inspecting it for a few moments.

She clicked her tongue, before winding her shoulder back then striking it, a fast as lightning. It was thrown back, before the chain creaked, beinging it back. The poor training equipment felt another strike, then another, then another.

She kicked it, making it shift, then spun around, kicking it again. The chain strained and groaned, before she set to strike it.

An image of Spike flashed through her mind instead of the punching bag. She immediately curved her foot down, her kick slamming onto the ground. She fell foward, rolling onto the ground as she panted. She looked back at the punching bag, seeing it hanging still.

She cursed herself, standing up, before rolling her wrists. She felt heat in her heart as she thought about the dragonblood.

She sat down, swiping the sweat off of her forehead, taking a big swig of her water bottle, then huffed.

"Stupid bucking feelings over a bucking stupid adorable big dicked dragon boy..." Gilda growled to herself, before standing back up, popping her neck.

She started slamming into the punching bag, her fists connecting with massive sounds of both power and precision. She was about to punch it, when the image of Spike flashed through her mind again, halting her fist centimeters from the punching bag.

She huffed, then pulled het fist back, sitting down on the bench. She looked at her body, giving a slight analytical view of herself.

Her clothing was replaced with some sweatpants and short shirt. Well, calling it a shirt would be wrong, it was more of a makeshift sportsbra. She sighed as she stared at her breasts.

While, she was bigger than Rainbow Dash, she wasn't much on the eye candy department there.

Though Spike wouldn't mind groping these puppies~

She mentally growled at that little voice at the back of her head, though she knew it rang true. Her hands run over her stomach, outlining her abs. She was a badass, there was no doubt about it. She trained so much, it was a wonder she even had time for anything else.

We both know you caught Spike ogling them.

She mentally slapped herself, but continued on anyway, almost as if wishing for Spike to come in to watch her inspecting herself, like a bird does with its feathers.

She looked into a mirror, turning around and sighing softly. The one thing she couldn't get rid of, no matter how much she worked out.

Her big ass.

It wasn't ridiculously huge like most guys liked, but it still turned some heads. She wasn't blind or dumb, she knew that is was eye candy. She knew Spike looked at it too. He was a guy after all, she couldn't blame him. In fact, she liked that a dragon found her attractive.

And you would totally let him fuck your ass.

She sighed, knowing that little, annoying voice in her head was right.

It's not like he would say no either. I bet he'd get on his hands and knees to lick your toes if you asked.

She noticed her core was burning just thinking of all the things Spike would do if she asked him. So many naughty things, it'd even make porn stars blush or give surprised gasps.

Then, there was one thing that wormed its way into her head. His innocent eyes.

The lewd thoughts disappeared instantly as she remembered those brilliant, emerald green eyes that would stare into her soul and warm her heart.

That trust he gave her, almost like a child with its mother. The way his fangs were shown when he smiles at her, or the way he gave laughing snorts at the terrible jokes she told him. Or the way he held her hand after she took care of those two would be rapists, almost as if he would do anything she asked, be it simply snuggling or her proposing to him.

She blinked at the last thought. Marriage? She never gave any serious thought into that before. Sure, she gave it second handed thoughts, but this little, nerdy dragon was able to make her think about settling down and starting a family in less than a week of them meeting.

She sighed, almost as if feeling a pressure on her shoulders, before looking up, seeing Spike with an apron on. He gave her that fanged smile, making all of her worries, lewd thoughts, and confusion disappear.

"I made some waffles. Want some?" He offered, his face covered in flour and his apron lightly dusted in it.

She smiled, then stretched, patting her rumbling stomach. "I could go for some grub."

He hummed as she walked over, unwrapping her hands, looking her up and down. "Something on your mind?" He asked, making her pause and look at him.

For looking like a child (way to not sound creepy), he noticed things that made him seem like a lot older than he was. She looked down at his young, soft face, and a brief urge to lean down and give him a long, loving kiss on the lips crossed her mind. Instead, she brushed his cheek, then gave it a soft peck, making him blush, which, in turn, made her heart flutter.

"Just wondering how you got this much flour from cooking a few waffles."