Frayed Feathers and Scales

Spike was confused at first when he woke up to find Gilda sleeping in one of the guest rooms. Twilight explained she would be staying with them for awhile, and Spike found he completely agreed with that. Not that he had any problems in the first place, having a beautiful woman who knew how to fight was good news for Spike. He gave a chuckle, before wrapping the towel around his nude body, walking to the bathroom, his feet making echoing sounds in large hallways.

Despite what many thought, Spike was not cold-blooded. All dragon bloods were warm blooded and extremely active. His forked tongue flicked out as he made his way to the door, then opened it, the crystal walls welcoming him in. He loved how the castle had plumbing, almost as if knowing they needed to take care of business. Making sure no one was in the room, he closed the door and pulled his towel off.

Spike was not like most men, who liked having a large member. He, having a large member, personally hated it himself, finding it difficult to find the right fitting clothes and try to avoid getting chased by multiple women. He sighed softly, before putting the water at the highest temperature, then stepped in, ready to cleanse himself. He could barely feel the boiling water, despite his mammalian looking skin.

He gave another sigh, his thoughts turning to last night. He was lucky Gilda saved him, he should've been more careful when walking out at night, Twilight drilled all these precautions into his head, he never thought any of them would become a reality. Thank Celestia Gilda was walking by, he didn't know what else would happen if she didn't. Well, he did actually know what would happen, but he did not want to think about that.

"Good riddance." Spike mumbled to himself, before his thoughts turned to his savior, his tail quietly whipping around behind to the grab shampoo.

Now Gilda, she was a mixture of power and beauty, with a personality of a warrior and joker mixed into one. Funny, smart, brave, and a dead looker, Spike couldn't help but blushing thinking about her. Not only was her personality attractive, her body was as well. Beautiful face with amber eyes, white hair with blue-purple tips, large breasts, thick thighs and a large behind as well, Spike couldn't help but be attracted to her. His member softly twitched, causing him to blush, thinking about her more.

And dear Celestia those muscles! One could grind meat on those abs. She was nowhere near Bulk Bicepts, who Spike thought had too many muscles, but she definitely had muscles. She was neither too bulky or too skinny, but had the perfect amount of muscle and fat. He couldn't help but watch her hips when she walked, or admire her moves when she was fighting. He looked down, blushing even brighter when his member was standing at attention.

He started to rub his hair, the shampoo quickly cleaning his spikey emerald hair. He had to stop thinking about Gilda and her perfect body. He had to stop thinking about how thick and juicy her perfect butt was, how her arms were strong but her hands delicate, the way her breasts jiggled a little in her fighting. He should stop thinking about her face with her perfect smile, her teeth absolutely clean and perfect.

Spike snarled, smacking his hand against his head, trying to hit the thoughts away, his large member bobbing a little. He was smitten, much worse than he had been with Rarity. He snorted some smoke out before washing his hair out, ignoring his raging erection. Although he looked like a child, his manhood proved anything but that. On his first date, he had to practically pry the woman off of him to leave.

He heard multiple men bragging about their sizes, and Spike himself saw not much pride in it. He was not one to brag about his, the other guys finding it a bit humorous. He would respond that he would neither brag or complain, and the conversation would shift to something more comfortable to talk about. He ran the soap against his arms, getting rid of the dirt he had gathered last night.

He needed to take his mind off of Gilda for awhile.

Gilda was having a fantastic morning so far. The soft bed felt like she was sleeping on a cloud and did wonders, popping her spine a few times. Her body felt great, she did her morning exercises and was getting ready to go downstairs and find the kitchen. Twilight had woken up and charged her with staying here as long as Spike lived here, meaning she could be staying for a long while. She really could get used to this, though she would have to call Dash and let her know.

Knowing her, she was probably dealing with the hangover. Gilda chuckled to herself, before passing by a door, a small amount of steam erupting from the bottom. She raised her eyebrow and backed up a few steps, looking at the door. She wondered where Spike was this morning, perhaps he was taking a shower? She put her ear to the door, listening quietly. Hearing him give a soft groan, she paused, thinking he had harmed himself.

She tried the door to find it unlocked and peaked in, only to blush brightly at the sight. There, in all his glory, was the dragon blood himself. His tan skin wet with water, his tail waving a little behind him, his eyes closed and his breath coming out in short huffs of smoke. Her eyes traveled down, only to find her face growing hotter, seeing Spike's member. He was gently stroking it, his lithe hands moving along his massive member, giving a soft gasp of pleasure, mewling a little.

Her core was getting a little hot, and she couldn't tear her eyes away, seeing him stroke it happily. Rainbow Dash was right, his dick was huge! She could already tell he'd reach her cervix in one thrust. Her eyes followed his hands, seeing them gently stroke and grip at his member, giving a soft gasp of happiness. A few drops of precum started to drip out of the tip, and Gilda had to stop herself from pushing her hands in her pants and pleasure herself. She was about to close the door, when she heard something that made her freeze.

"Gilda." He whimpered out, Gilda's face turning even redder at the sound of her name.

He gave a soft gasp as thick, long strings of cum started to erupt out of the tip. He whimpered and mewled softly, squirting more and more onto the wall. Gilda immediately thought it would never end, before a moment or two later it stopped. Spike gave a low breath, his member still rock hard and throbbing slightly. He gave a soft sigh, then ran his hands through his hair, appearing distressed.

"Spike, what have you gotten yourself into?"

Gilda quietly shut the door, then started to tiptoe away, going downstairs. She started to make herself coffee, blushing brightly, trying to calm herself down. Spike felt that way about her? Sure, she was not ugly, but most men had been afraid to even approach her, much less think about her. But Spike, the dorky assistant of a Princess liked her? She was honestly flattered, if not a bit happy at the thought.

She was a woman, and extremely tough woman, but a woman nonetheless. She had needs, and no one, not male or female, had shown any real interest. She was not saying she was a virgin by any means, she had that taken care of a long time ago, but it felt nice that someone thought about her, even in such a dirty way.

"Well, he is pretty cute..." Gilda mumbled to herself, putting the creamer in the coffee, stirring it slowly.

This was going to be a long day.