Mina, Ponyville, and The Rod of Spike

Mina let out a sigh as she entered the little one room apartment above the comic book shop that she called her den. Stretching out her back, wings, and arms, she made her way to her little drawing desk. While there were parts of the job she did not enjoy, like having to take inventory and fill out order forms, she did love her shop, and found it pretty lucrative. However, simply selling comic books was not what she wanted to with her life.

No, she wanted to make comics.

Grabbing her sketchbook, she flipped through the pages of some of her past attempts and ideas, and trying not to think too much about how she felt about the much older (and poorly made or thought out) pieces that she had. Finally, she reached the pages of her most recent attempt: a dramatic story based off of what happened last year with the fire snail.

Some of the designs were easy. Princess Luna, she made larger and curved the horn, as well as making her regalia look more like armor. The fire snail was also made larger than the actual one, with spikes along the shell. Her own counterpart was a bit more idealized: taller, more muscular, with longer, sleeker horns, and more powerful wings.

Then came the one she had the hardest trouble with: Spike. She had several drawings of him as the cute little dragon that he was, but there was nothing very impressive or heroic looking about him. And considering all he had done in his life, he should look impressive and heroic. In one design for the comic, she had given him the classic superhero look. He was tall and muscular, with a square jaw and confident smirk. It looked good for the most part, but it was not the right kind of hero to Mina.

Grabbing a hold of her pencil, she began working on a different idea. Maybe instead of making him like a superhero, she could make him more like a detective-style character. Not as tall or as muscular as a superhero, but taller than he actually was, and a little leaner. She could put him in a dress shirt and tie, with a long trench coat and a fedora.

No.

No.

NO!

NO!

With a growl of frustration, Mina tossed the pencil and book back onto the table. While she did like the idea, she could not see it right. Not when she put it on paper, and not in her head. Maybe if she slept on it, she would get a better idea of how she wanted the character to look.

Or maybe she could go visit him. She had been planning on having some renovations done on the shop, and lord knew she could use a vacation. As such, she could probably go down to Ponyville, see Spike, and get to know him better. Spending time with him would help her figure out what kind of dragon he is, and help develop what his comic book counterpart would be like.

Plus, she would be within riding distance of Canterlot. Maybe they could go there and she could meet Princess Luna again. Only... not get so excited that she passes it.

Feeling confident, she wrote a quick letter asking about visiting, and would mail it in the morning.

With the letter finished, Mina went to bed. Unfortunately, she suddenly found herself unable to sleep. In fact, she found herself suddenly feeling very restless.

As she laid there, staring up at the ceiling, one hand pressed against her stomach. Mina stroked her way down, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her softer underbelly scales. She continued further down, slipping between her legs. Her finger-pad touched the outer edge of her vaginal lips, tracing slowly, gently, along the length. Small, teasing tingles of pleasure flowed through her thighs and stomach.

Reaching the top of her nether-lips, Mina traced down along the opening, applying just enough pressure to barely part them. Tender, sensitive, wet flesh was touched just enough for it to be noticed as it was traced down to the base before moving back up.

Mina's eyes closed and a small gasp escaped her as she touched the sensitive nub of her clitoris. She circled the button of pleasure, sending little thrills of pleasure, and being very careful not to accidentally use her claw.

Shifting, she lifted one leg, spreading her folds open further. She pushed her finger into herself, sinking in to the knuckle. Her walls gripped down on the digit, squeezing it tightly with the warm, wet muscles. Pulling out, she stroked up along her length, leaving the sticky feminine fluid on her nether lips as she worked her way up to rub her clit again.

This time, she stroked directly over the sensitive nub. A gasp caught in her throat as she touched it, sending a shock of pleasure through her body. No matter how many times she played with herself, that first touch was always intense. Not instantly orgasm intense, unfortunately, but enough that it always surprised her and brought her a lot closer to her release.

Not that she always wanted to climax instantly, but there would be times in it was nice.

Other times -- like now -- teasing was part of the fun.

Sliding the digit down, she slipped it into herself, pushing it as deep as she could reach. Pulling out, she stroked her way up, rubbing over her clit before pushing down and in once again. The motion repeated, then again and again. It became a singular, constant rhythm: up, across, down, in, and out. Each thrust into herself and stroke of her sensitive button of nerves sent thrills through her, bringing her closer and closer to release and ultimate pleasure.

Mina shifted, tail wrapping around one leg. She reached down with her free hand and gripped her thigh, squeezing firmly as she ran her claws along her scales. The muscles underneath twitched and flexed at the slight hint of pain that mixed with her pleasure.

Adjusting her hand and hips, she inserted a second digit into herself. No longer did she pull the fingers out of her sex. Instead she pumped them back and forth, pushing as deep into herself as she could while her palm rubbed against her vaginal hood.

Biting her lip, she worked more and more. The time for teasing had passed. Now she just wanted to get off.

Finally, she reached her breaking point. Throwing her head back, fire escaped from her maw as she cried out in pleasure, adding another layer of soot to her ceiling. The muscles in her thighs and stomach tensed as her inner walls clenched down, squeezing down on her exploring digits as tight as they could. Feminine fluid poured out of her folds, soaking her hand and crotch.

As her orgasm ended, Mina felt a little more relaxed and worn out. After quickly cleaning, she went back to bed.

This time, she went to sleep pretty fast, although with a hint of disappointment that there was no one she could curl up against to do it.