Frayed Feathers and Scales

Spike gave a sigh of both relief and disappointment. He felt guilt wash over him, silently reprimanding himself. His member was still rock hard, despite practically spurting out a bucket of cum, but he was not in the mood to go in another round. It had barely been a day since he had met Gilda and he was already fantasizing about her. His tail quietly flicked, before Spike sighed through his nostrils, a puff of smoke appearing.

True, Gilda was, oh so very, attractive, but that should not give him an excuse to think about her like that. Washing his now softening member, he silently reprimanded himself. Sure, he pleased himself plenty of times. Although he looked young, he was eighteen years of age, and Celestia gave him the talk before he went to become Twilight's assistant. He still felt bad about pleasing himself, thinking of other women in such a dirty way seemed wrong.

He had talked to Applejack about it. She was the one person he could open up to, and he knew she would never tell a soul. Of course, that didn't stop her from asking to see it, and he to (physically) stop her from taking him then and there. Of course, she respected his decision, but he practically feel her undress him with her eyes when they were alone together. He would have to talk to her about that, not that he didn't mind being eyed up in such as way.

Anyway, she explained it was perfectly natural for a boy to have those feelings and thoughts, and said she had them too. He found that conversation to be a bit weird, but he was glad to hear he was not weird. He glanced down at his member, his tail quietly waving up next to his leg to grab soap.

'Well, weirder...' Spike thought to himself. He would not lie, he quietly enjoyed when the older women eyed him in town, it made him feel a little special. Not that he had gotten an ego from it, he absolutely loathed the attention sometimes, but enjoyed it when it was normal days. Being the shortest and youngest of the group, Spike was still very attractive. His tanned skin was spotless, having no acne or scars to speak of, and his young appearance had drawn in many older women, much to his confusion and amusement.

His teeth, almost always spotless, looked normal, except for the canines, which were practically fangs. He found out that dragon-blooded can regrow teeth, much like Dinosaurs or crocodiles, so they never ran out. His eyes were an emerald green with slightly sharp pupils, hinting to his blood. He looked down to his stomach. When he first came here, he still had his childhood pudge, but the others thought it was adorable. Now, he was skinny, but still had a bit of meat on him.

To say he was attractive would have been an understatement, he often found his friends admiring him or eyeing him up. Applejack and Rainbow Dash did it opening, often giving wolf whistles when he took his shirt off at Sweet Apple Acres, much to his embarassment. Pinkie often hugged him far longer then she used to, and he once felt her hand grab his butt, making him avoid her hugs for awhile. He even caught Fluttershy admiring him once or twice, but he never commented on it, knowing the girl would have a heart attack if he questioned her.

But so far, Gilda had been one of the few single women in town that did not flirt or eye him up, and they just met last night. He shook his head, finding it lucky that she found him when she did. He did not know what would happen if he didn't. He scrounged his nose up, then looked at his soft member. Well, he actually did know, but he did not want to think about it.

He shut the water off and stepped out, before spewing flames down his arms, setting himself on fire. Although most people would have freaked out at the display or grabbed a fire extinguisher, Spike simply groaned as the warm, green fire started to dry himself off. He quickly shook, letting the flames dissipate, before wiping the rest of himself clean with a towel. He wrapped it around his waist, before opening the door.

He walked back to his room, meeting a groggy Twilight on the way. He gave her a smile, while she gave a yawn, patting his head. Back in his room, Spike pulled his underwear on, humming in thought. His underwear looked too big for him, but the front still buldged. Truly, if it was any bigger, they'd be shorts on him. He pulled his pants on, appearing as sweats. His purple shirt was quickly pulled on.

Having gotten ready, he nodded to himself, before opening his door, then started to head to the kitchen. Once he arrived, he took note of Gilda sipping her coffee, while Twilight was nursing her cup in her hands. He saw Gilda glance at him, before pointing to his coffee. He grabbed it, humming happily, before Gilda stood up suddenly, gaining their attention.

"I'm going to train." Gilda mumbled out. She put the cup in the sink and walked off to the door. Spike gulped the scalding hot coffee down in one go and ran off after her.

Twilight raised her eyebrow, before sipping her coffee. She noticed the glance Gilda gave Spike, and was quietly reminded when she walked in on Spike. She really felt like making Gilda protector of Spike was a bad idea waiting to happen, and it'd backfire on her, in some way, shape, or form. She shrugged the feeling off, knowing it was not to be worried about right now. That was future Twilights problem.

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Spike entered the gym of Ponyville, find it it surprisingly empty. His nose scrounged up at the smell of sweat and protein drinks, before shaking his head, as if to rid himself from the smell. His ears picked up the sound of something slamming against something else, and rough grunt of exertion. His forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air, before walking over to the sounds, noticing there was more than one room.

Spike opened the door, only to be met with the wonderful sight of Gilda's large posterior as she bent over to tie her shoes. He couldn't help but admire it, finding thick and juicy, most likely not having any blemishes or wrinkles on it. He briefly wondered if she enjoyed "playing" with her butt sometimes, before shaking the naughty thoughts out of his head. He silently closed the door and walked back to the door, clearing his throat.

"Hey, Gilda? You here?" Spike asked, trying to stop the blood flowing from a rather big problem.

"Yeah, in the back!" He heard Gilda's voice call back, already knowing the way.

Spike opened the door, a small part of his brain disappointed to not see Gilda's perfect butt. He mentally slapped that part of his brain, before the sound of slamming got louder. He quietly watched as Gilda took a stance, then raise her fists near her eyes, glaring at her opponent; the poor, defenseless sandbag. Her fist flew, her body rotating a bit to add more power into her punch, a loud boom echoing throughout the room.

Her eyes were focused on the sandbag, her muscles not purely for show. Spike quickly noted her attire; a type of sports bra containing her breasts. Sweat quietly tracked down her face from her white hair, her yellow eyes glaring daggers at the poor training sandbag. She slammed her fists into it again, sending it to fly back a little. It swung back, meeting Gilda, blow for blow, wrinkles appearing where her fists made contact. Around her fist was a bandage of some sort, protecting them.

His eyes drifted down to her tone stomach, noting the shining sweat and abs she sported. He couldn't help but blush at the sight of her toned stomach, watching sweat drip down it, almost make her abs reflect light. He noted that there was a scar on her stomach, a small but noticeable one. He had to stop himself from drooling at the next part he admired.

Although, true, Gilda had large beasts, Spike was an ass man at heart, and this one was perfect. She wore shorts that were a size too short, showing her thick thighs and her perfect hips. Spike's slitted pupils trailed along her large behind, before trailing down her thighs. Her legs were neither slim or fat, but definitely packed muscle. A kick would likely cripple him for a number of days, he almost felt bad for the women she beat up.

"So, what brings you here?" Gilda asked, snapping Spike out of his thoughts. She gave him a glance, raising an eyebrow at his blushing face.

"O-oh! I j-just wanted to see if you w-wanted to hang out today. That is, i-if it's alright with you." Smooth Spike, real smooth.

The sound of punches hitting the training bag met Spike and his hopes started to take a dive. She started punching harder and faster, before metal snapping caught Spike's attention. He looked up in time to see Gilda punch it off, the poor bag spilling it's sand, as if it were blood, grains leaving it as fast as liquid. She huffed, then walked over, looking down at the amazed and fear filled Spike. Despite sending a training bag onto the floor, punched in half, and appeared barely tired, Gilda sent Spike a friendly smile, kneeling down to meet the dragon-blooded face to face.

"I would love to." Gilda said, before walking back over to behind the wrestling arena, (One in which Spike had not seen when he had entered both times), and pulled out a new sand bag, setting it back on the chain. Spike started to move over, seeing at least ten others, before his eyes drifted to the destroyed one across the room. "Let me finish my workout, then I'll take a shower."

Spike nodded, and gave a smile, before opening the door. He did not notice Gilda's eyes traveling down to his backside. She smacked her own hand, then rolled her neck, her shoulders following suit.

Spike gave a sigh, then mumbled out to himself, "Why do I crush on the dangerous women?"