Purple Weed Cosmopolitan

Manehattan. November, 2028. Morning.

Spike sneezed.

In his dreams the action manifested as a challenge from a horde of diamond dog guards, whose rusty speaks and ragged claws had fallen upon a hapless Equestrian city. Spike the Brave; caped, muscled, and adorned in the matter of Excalibur, rose to answer them. He cleft a mighty track through their numbers, battling his way as a savior towards the lord that he found he could not match. The strange dog was excessively fuzzy, and dangled from invisible strings as it swiped relentlessly. It resisted all attempts to beat it back, until the odd creature was at the scaly hero’s nose. This assault finally caused Spike the Brave to sneeze himself awake.

Thoroughly confused, Spike the Prone found himself flat on his back in a comfortable place, trying to bring an image into focus. Four emerald eyes became two, and one solitary Sweetie Belle hovered over him, the very tip of her elegant hoof teasing at his nostrils.

“Wake uuuuuup…”

Spike snorted again. Other senses managed to get messages through to his brain, and he perceived not only the weight of a mare straddling him, but the sensation of dull sunlight as it filtered through the threadbare blinds, passed into the acrylic lilac sprig, and thoroughly powdered his face.

“Whuh…” he muttered, “...whuhs goin’ on? Whut time’s it?”

“Seven or eight,” Sweetie Belle replied. “House is empty.”

Spike shook his head, trying to banish the gritty sand from his countenance. “You got class?”

Sweetie Belle’s grin came into focus. “Not till one. Moony did though. She thinks you snore like a dragon, by the way.”

Spike made a face, “Well yeah, duh.” Rubbing his face with a claw, he blinked several times, recent events coming back to him. “What did we...do last night?”

“Don’t give me that,” Sweetie Belle cooed. She touched his claw with a hoof and guided it to her tummy, where she laid it to rest. “You weren’t drunk. You know what happened.”

Spike’s eyes trailed down the unicorn’s form. She was shirtless now, her makeup wiped away, and the dragon perceived a fascinating amalgamation of the pierced DJ of today, and the bright-eyed filly of yesterday. Even the look in her eye was bright and childish - so much so that he wondered if she was doing it on purpose.

Down by Spike’s planted claw stood a proud, slightly curved, light gray equine erection, which twitched periodically as it pointed up to him.

“Like what you see?”

Spike said nothing. Nor was it necessary to. Sweetie Belle touched her penis and angled it until it nuzzled Spike’s tummy, leaving a tiny dollup of clear lubrication upon his scales.

“You do like it, don’t you,” Sweetie Belle led. “You were all boy last night when you left a present in me. But you’re not thinking that way now, are you?”

“Uh, yeah...I mean, no…”

“I’m not the only one who plays with their friends, I bet. And when you were doing it, you found out that you like cocks.”

Spike swallowed, his eyes solely on the prize. “Yeah…”

“And I bet it turns you on to no end to be with somepony you can push down one night, who can push you down the next morning.”

“I...I didn’t push you down…”

“Sure you did. But I wanted you to.”

Spike removed his claw from above the mare’s womb and drew a talon up her foreskin once, eliciting a deep intake of breath. “There’s a difference,” he said softly, his claw expanding until a grip was established.

Sweetie Belle felt two talons curl lightly around her shaft. She sighed and bit her lip as they moved. “Y-yeah…?”

Spike kept his eyes averted, but he spoke from the heart. “You’re right. I already knew I had no chance with Rarity. But I didn’t know how to tell you...how else I feel, because I didn’t want you to think you were just a consolation priz--”

Once again, Spike found a hoof on his lips. Sweetie Belle drew nearer.

“We’ve been over that already. Tell me what the difference is.”

The mysteries of the fairer sex befuddled Spike as much as any stallion. But his claw was wrapped around something he understood well, and he pumped it, applying just the right amount of pressure in all the right places. His gray hoodie long discarded, he felt like the morning sun itself after the passing of last night’s rain.

“The difference is that all you can do with friends is have sex. You and me...we can make love.”

Sweetie Belle pressed her muzzle to that of her lover. It was a kiss, and though the mechanics were little different from any other, Spike sensed the emotion behind it on another level entirely. It was slow, but it was like no such act he had experienced before. He tilted his snout to the sounds of smacking lips, and again welcomed her tongue with the prehensile grip of his own. He might have held her there all morning, save that she disentangled herself, and to his chagrin the kiss faded as quickly as it had bloomed. Bewildered and bewitched by her enchanting smile, he obeyed the press of her hooves on his shoulders and slipped down into his pillow, his grip on her spire lost.

The unicorn mare’s hind hooves found purchase on the mattress just above Spike’s hips. With the leverage from his shoulders, Sweetie Belle arched her body until her tip was painting Spike’s lips with pre-seed, her effeminate musk filling his nostrils.

“You have no idea how much I want to feel that tongue of yours on me,” Sweetie Belle whispered from above. “Now open wide...this time you’re the one who’s getting the gift…”

Spike could feel his jugular throbbing in time with the pounds of his heart. A softness rose in him, and her words tingled in his ear, soothing and quieting the fire within. He felt young again, the magic of the blissful ignorance returning as his masculine guard came down and his muzzle accommodatingly parted.

Tugging again upon her lower lip with her blunt equine teeth, Sweetie Belle slowly sunk herself into place, rooting Spike to the spot. The dragon’s maw surprised her twofold, for his tongue was only as amazing as his gag reflex, or rather, his complete lack of one. Even Moony had her limits, but Sweetie Belle encountered no resistance whatsoever as her medial ring vanished into a firebreath-warmed wet place. Spike straightened his neck, and when she could press into him no further, his tongue began to slowly coil her like a python with it’s prey, the tightness increasing all the while.

“Ahh...nnn…”

Sweetie Belle’s hooves quitted Spike’s shoulders, and soon found themselves pressed hard against the wall. Her hips did the work, rolling in slow pistons as they sought to pull her throbbing girth out again and then back in. He wouldn’t allow her to retreat all the way, his lips locking behind her flare and his coils slipping over every veiny contour, capturing her such that she could not extract herself. Escape, however, was the last thing she wanted.

“Ngh...g-geez…” The unicorn whimpered. “B-been...wondering what this would f-feel like...e-ever since I started rubbing m-myself…”

Spike grunted cooly. Somehow his words reached her, and she replied with a terse nod as her eyes shut tightly.

“S-so what if I thought about y-you a c-couple times,” she managed through deep sighs. “Nnn...hahh...n-never imagined it would be so...ohh…”

Sweetie Belle was not known for her great endurance, but few ponies had ever experienced the dance of a dragon’s tongue. She knew in an instant that this was not the first phallus to grace Spike’s maw, but if he kept it up, her’s might be the quickest to release. Desire came to a rolling boil inside her, but she denied it, reaching one hoof down to caress Spike’s crests.

“Nnh...n-not yet…” she whispered, swallowing hard against the slithering wetness that was milking her. “I w-wanna give it to you...th-the other way…”

The vice grip from Spike’s coils made it obvious he had intended to finish her, but he relented at her words, his eyes rolling up to meet hers. Had she been a mere friend, he might have simply let go. For her he made an adventure out of it - uncoiling her bonds one by one, holding her lovingly with each one as they retreated. Her moans were his opus, and his claw found its way automatically to his own organ as he stroked it the rest of the way to full attention. Just before allowing her egress he swirled about her tip, collecting her bulb of pre-seed to make it disappear down his throat. Two inches from his lips, her slick girth pulsed with appreciation.

“Hahh...hahh…”

Spike flicked his tongue over the flare before him one final time and grinned with a touch of pride. “My roommates say I’m awesome at that.”

“N-no kidding,” Sweetie Belle nodded weakly. She peered down, surveying the scene. Her old friend and brand new lover sported both a sly eye and a contented smile. Poised before him was the organ she was born with. It had caused her so much stress in the past, but never had she been so happy to have it. “...that looks so hot.”

Spike’s tongue lashed out again, just enough to make the pony penis bounce. “I’m a dragon. Hot is what I do.”

The sly look on Spike’s face gave his partner unexpected affront. While she enjoyed seeing Spike in command of his faculties, Sweetie Belle had promised her paramour the reverse of the previous night’s revelry - and she wasn’t about to allow him to stem the tide. Without warning she fell into a straddle and pressed her body to his, fur grinding scales as she took his lips thrice before fixing him with her boundless eyes.

“I bet you I can be hotter.”

Without giving him a chance to respond, Sweetie Belle claimed his lips one more time, rolling her hips over his pinned shaft as she ground into him with her own. She undulated, keeping the pressure hot until she could feel the pulsing from his neck that kept time with his racing heartbeat whenever her tongue passed over his nape. When she finally pulled back, the puppydog look on his face sent titillating shivers down her spine. She cupped his cheek in her hooves and batted her lashes at him in a fashion she learned from her big sister, timing her words with more grinds against his helpless organ.

“You’re a good dragon, aren’t you,” she cooed.

“Y-yeah…” Spike swallowed.

“And you wanna be my dragon now, huh?”

“...y-yeah…”

“Have you ever had one of your roommates inside you before?”

Spike opened his mouth, but she covered it with a slip of one hoof from his cheek. What he had intended to say was obvious.

“Not your mouth. Inside you.”

With some hesitation, Spike shook his head. Sweetie Belle’s smile was both honest and cunning.

“I was hoping you’d be a virgin back there. Now I get to be your first.” She came up on all fours, standing over him and never allowing eye contact to break. “Roll over.”

If Twilight Sparkle herself had demanded it, Spike couldn’t have shown greater deference. With syrupy commands his lover guided him, until his uniqueness was stripped away and he found himself on his fours like any other pony. From behind and above she placed a hoof on his head and pushed firmly, bending him until his chin came to a soft rest upon the pillow. She spoke before removing her hoof.

“Keep this here. Raise your tail.”

With his rump now firmly pointed at her, Spike again did as he was told. “B-be gentle…” he muttered, as her hooves slipped back to grip the places where his cutie marks would be, if he had any. He felt a presence at his backside, but the melody of her perfect voice preceded the inevitable.

“You can still say no if you want to.”

Spike shook his head as best he could, his chin grinding into the pillow. “I...want you to be my first. I love you.”

Sweetie Belle’s cool expression broke, and her brows peaked. The words had a whole new meaning now, and though he could not see it on her face, she warmth of his affection coursed through her with an intensity beyond any gout of flame he could summon. Her horn came to life, and he watched from the corner of his eye as the nightstand drawer opened, and a tube of lubricant floated from his vision. He heard it being manipulated, and jumped slightly as a cool salve was applied between his legs, which warmed quickly on contact.

“I love you, too.”

Slowly she thrust, and he winced as his opening began to stretch. She hushed him, a wave of magic stroking across his scales.

“Shh. Just relax. Don’t fight it.”

He took a breath and tried again, abandoning the reflex to clench with the same centering exercise he used to make his muzzle such a reputable cockhome. It was new and it felt a little strange, but it was something he wanted to explore, and he knew his own curiosity would cause it to happen sooner or later. With all the diligence his pony-mother had instilled in him growing up, he wanted the exploration to be with his first true lover. He relaxed, and she began to take him.

“Ohh…”

Neither partner was certain which of them had uttered the first cry, but they were in chorus by the time her medial ring again passed into him. She hilted until her tummy was gracing his rump, and paused to let him catch up.

“I’m all the way inside you, Spike.”

“Nnh...uh-huh…”

“Do you like it?”

“...yes,” he sighed deliciously.

She smirked audibly and began to move. “I’m gonna fuck you until there’s more seed in you than what you put into me last night. Hope you don’t have any classes to walk to later.”

“...nope.”

With a spell she picked up through the student grapevine, Sweetie Belle ensorcelled the lubricant around her organ and warmed it further, altering its viscosity long enough for it to spread and form a perfect layer of slickness between them. Free now to penetrate her lover, she began to build a rhythm of slow strokes in and out; soft squishing noises making both sets of ears twitch.

“Mnh…” Spike breathed hard into his pillow, taking care not to singe it. “...nnh...w-wanna...hear a secret…?”

Sweetie Belle lidded her eyes by half, filling her vision with the sight of her own gray girth disappearing into a young dragon over and over. “I don’t...nnh...want there to be a-anymore secrets...ahh…”

Spike’s tail twitched, wiggling in time with the flagging pastel one that belonged to the pony making love to him. “Was always a little...nnh...j-jealous of mares...w-wanted to know what h-having somepony inside you feels liiiiikenngh…”

“Now you know,” Sweetie Belle grinned, her magic caressing Spike’s sides. “You can be my mare aaaaanytime you want...t-truth is, this thing used to embarrass me, b-but…” she hilted him again, “...but I kinda love it now…”

Spike managed a ridiculous grin. He angled his rump up and ground into his partner, caressing her with his tail; the movement teasing his own spire against the mattress. “Sh-shush...j-just...m-make me yours a-already...R-Rarity’s loss...mmm…”

Sweetie Belle obliged. Twilight’s personal assistant was a quick study, and in no time he caught up to his lover’s thrusts - clenching on her withdrawal and relaxing with her thrusts. The unicorn forgot herself, and plowing the scaly purple field before her became the only thing in her world. With the need to both plant seed and accept it crossing wires in her brain, she rammed her partner with abandon, determined to send him to his classes with as much of her essence inside him as she had of his. Her invading member pulsed wildly within; the silky vice grip provided by the enhanced lubricant and his rolling muscles soon became more than the hung young mare could handle.

“G-gonna...mmrg...gonna…”

Spike shamelessly mashed himself into her, arching his back as the swelling in his own tip began to boil over. Feeling that he could well get used to the reversal of roles, he spoke with words wetted by passion.

“D-do it...f-fill me up...b-be my f-first...ngahh...ohh…”

With a shrill cry that only a diva of Bridleway could match, Sweetie Belle pierced her lover one final time, answering nature’s call to hold herself at the deepest place she could reach. The orgasm that stiffened her limbs burnt along her nerves with the lust of a stallion, and the ensuing pause was followed immediately by the reflexive pumping of rope after rope of thick, sticky semen as she poured her fertility deep into the dragon’s core. Spike, overwhelmed by the newness of prostate stimulation, followed suit; ruining Moony’s pillow with his fangs as he stained her sheets with his own gooey mark.

Spike stiffened, his feral growls subsiding with his orgasm, and collapsed on the mattress as his limbs gave up on him. He was followed by the feathery lightness of the budding broadcaster pony, who slipped from his rump just prior to smacking into the scales of his back. He thought to inquire after her comfort, but before he could manage it she was nuzzling the back of his neck with her fuzzy cheek.

“Mmm…”

“S-see?” Spike panted. “Told you...making love is different…”

“Mmm…” Sweetie Belle repeated, grinding with both cheek and one more pump into the small of Spike’s back. “You’re so warm…”

“Dragon afterglow,” Spike explained. “You should see how much play I get in about a month.”

Sweetie Belle propped her chin up on one hoof and drew tiny circles between Spike’s shoulder blades with the other. “Aww, you’re still gonna play?”

“I dunno, are you?” Spike teased with a chuckle. “What about Moony?

“Seems I’m being asked that a lot lately,” Sweetie Belle mused, her circles continuing. “We did steal her room, after all. I probably owe her.”

“Owe her...what do you think?”

“Welllll…” Sweetie Belle grinned, “I could fuck her rotten. But I’m thinking maybe I’ll do her laundry and bake her a black bottom cake. Trust me though, she won’t mind. If anything she’ll want details.”

With little warning, Spike summoned his draconic strength and rolled out from under his conqueror, unable to help a giggle when Sweetie Belle let out a squeal and plummeted towards the mattress. He softened the blow by gathering her in his arms and settling her into place beside him. Their erections, both still a little stiff, touched for an instant before each mashed up against the yielding tummy of the other. Both partners let out a sigh that differed only in pitch.

“Keep teasing me and I’m just gonna have to make you mine again,” Sweetie Belle commented.

Spike blushed through his scales. “Like I said, I...think I could get used to that.”

Sweetie Belle grinned and pecked Spike’s muzzle. “You’re the luckiest student on campus. You get the best of both worlds, provided you’re not so drunk on my cock that you won’t pay any attention to my mareparts anymore.”

Spike chuckled along with the comment but didn’t sustain it. His eye was drawn by the acrylic lilac sprig, which was still pattering the pillows with a few pinpoints of light. He reached up a claw to run it through Sweetie Belle’s mane, even favoring the blue stubble patch on the side of her head that said mane would have completely obscured, had the ornament not held it at bay. His eyes trailed down towards hers, and by the time he was gazing into them his cheeks had grown red.

“Wh-what?”

“It’s just…” Spike considered himself, “it really suits you. Better than it would have suited Rari--”

Yet again she touched his lips, and yet again he fell silent. “We fight, but I’ll always love my sister. I’ll make it up to her later, but for now...let’s just be you and me.”

Spike smiled an honest smile, with warmth that outdid even the fire in his belly. “I love you.”

“I know,” She returned the expression. “I love you too, and waiting to hear that from you was worth spending some time as mare number two in your head.”

Spike blushed deeper. “You don’t pull any bucks, do you.”

“You think I’m tough?” Sweetie Belle giggled. “Just wait until I bring you home to meet my big sister, or you bring me home to meet your mom! The whole dynamic has changed now!”

The pair laughed together until they each melted into the lips of the other. Their dance began again, and a certain young unicorn was late for her classes anyway. The acrylic lilac sprig in her hair became her favorite accessory, and was with her always from that day on.