Spike and Rainbow Fuck in a Shower Stall

by B_25

Rating: mature
Tags: Rainbow Dash, Porn, Spike, Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 7075

Spike has been training with Rainbow Dash ever since his 18th birthday. After discussing why they work-out so hard, they find the other to be the goal of their desires. Hot shower sex ensures.

Spike has been training with Rainbow Dash ever since his 18th birthday. After discussing why they work-out so hard, they find the other to be the goal of their desires. Hot changing room sex ensures.

Commission for the steady Steadfast Hoof.

Edited by the quick and fantastic Abronie.

Contains: fuckin basic vanilla sex

Published 2018-03-10 06:20:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-03-10 06:20:06 UTC

Fun Times in the Steam Room

Spike and Rainbow Fuck in a Shower Stall
B_25

“Whoa, is that… me?”

Spike stopped in his swagger as his passing reflection caught his gaze, beckoning him to take a step back and feast upon the sight of his developing pecs. He was filled with confidence at the display of his body as he began walking toward the mirror, every step slow and deliberate, the claw on his hip definitely for effect as he paused before the mirror.

“You from around here?” Spike said to the glass, his tone husky. “You seem new. Need a tour? Ponyville’s a nice place. Here, let me show you the ropes.” He shifted his weight to the left. “Me? Guess you could say I’m a bit of a specialty item.” He flexed his right arm. “Dragons aren't common around here. I'm one of the few that won't kidnap you to some tower, but if you’d allow me, I'd love to steal you for a date.”

He flexed his other arm, getting ready to pose when...

“Sure!” came a raspy voice from behind him, causing his eyes to bulge as he spotted the mirror’s cohabitant. “When and where, Mr. Stud?”

Spike spun to face the intruder. “What the fuck are you doing in here?!”

Rainbow stood across the tiled floor, her legs and back against a locker, arms crossed under the breast of her gray tank-top. Spike’s eyes lingered on the furry topside of her boobs before traveling upward to her lips which, of course, were stretched into her signature grin. “You took way too long applying your makeup. Figured I’d come in and drag you out by your sharp spines myself.” She giggled.

Spike rolled his eyes. ‘Why do you have to be so cute when you’re pissing me off?’

“So you broke into the guy’s changing room?” He fired back, raising his eyebrows. “Nice try slick, but gyms have rules against shit like this.”

“Oooh, trust me...” Rainbow pushed off the locker and began walking toward him, lowering her arms as her chest jiggled from the sudden shift of movement. “There ain’t a guy alive who’ll tattle about this—this being what they jerk off to in the shower stall.” She flourished her hands, waving them over her lithe, curvy figure. “Besides…”

Rainbow looked over her shoulder to the hall of lockers and doors, glancing around for a few more seconds, then looking back at him with an even bigger grin. “It seems to me,” she moved closer, only a few feet separating the two, “that the only ones in here,” another step, “are you,” she stopped right at his feet, raising her petite blue hand, extending her index finger and sliding it down his chest, “and me.”

Spike gulped.

“So,” she said, placing her other hand on her hip, a little crack working its way into her voice. “Do we have an issue, Spike?”

Spike closed his eyes, knowing the battle to be fruitless. “None whatsoever, Rainbow Dash.”

“Now that'swhat I like to hear.” Her grin shifted into a genuine smile. She patted his cheek—she would have done it to his head like when he was a baby, but unlike before, that would require her to go on her tippy toes. “And, since I already amhere, I might as well get a taste of that dragon body of yours.”

Spike’s eyes widened with the realization that for the first time, he was half-naked before a very attractive girl. Out of reflex, his claw shot backward to grab a towel from the counter, using it to cover the front of his body.

Rainbow blinked and dropped her shoulders, cocking her head. “Really?”

Spike said nothing in response, only dropping his head in shame, and, a moment later, the towel as well. “...I’m not a confident dragon.”

“Ya think?” Rainbow shook her head, blinking a few times. She then nodded her head toward the mirror behind him. “That’s an issue to work on. Like, right now.”

Spike slowly turned around, coming face to face with his reflection once again. Rainbow Dash lurked in the background of the glass, smiling at him from behind. “Don’t be so scared that you’ve got someone else in the room—give me a little dose of what you were cooking up before!”

“You mean poses?”

“No, I meant the meth lab you got hidden away in your locker.” Rainbow slapped her forehead before throwing her arms up. “Yes, I want you to pose! I wanna see if our workouts are even doing anything, or you’ve just been stiffing me with those extra reps.”

Spike knew better than to whine or argue—it's how he’d gotten those extra reps in the first place. He chose instead to stand tall, to lift his arms and clench his pecs, to pump his biceps and force a confident smile at the reflection present.

“Good. Now hold it!” Rainbow called from behind him as she came up to his side, gazing intensely underneath his left arm as she continued around him. Spike strained to keep his posture, the act of being so intently examined making him nervous. Not only that, once the rainbow-haired girl came to his front, the top of her head came only to his pec, and with every glance downward he was treated to a full view of her cleavage. Double D’s make Spike squee.

He couldn’t stop himself from looking into the valley between her furry blue boobs, the gray tank-top she wore trying desperately to contain her breasts as they pushed upwards from the pressure. The cyan fur of her boobs looked soft as fuck and squeezable as fuck; the drake had to clench his claw tight to keep himself from temptation.

So, of course, Rainbow pushed herself against him, chest and all.

“You've got decent development in the pectoral region,” Rainbow murmured as her hand rubbed along his chest, feeling at the muscle beneath his scales. She's the one with her chest against his, and yet, she's also the one copping a feel. “But your abs aren't seeing the same results. Maybe I should switch up the regimen a little...”

Spike could barely listen as she lowered herself against him, boobs rubbing down to his crotch while Rainbow’s hand felt each of his abs, totally unaware of the effect she was having on him.

‘All that’s separating me from that mammoth of a fucking chest is some fabric,’ Spike thought to himself, seeing her boobs push out a bit from the top of her vest, feeling their soft shape press against his pelvis. ‘Fuck. Control yourself, Spike. Rainbow Dash is your friend… your extremelyattractive friend.’

“Yo, Spike. You still with me?” Rainbow began, dragging the drake’s attention from his thoughts as he shook his head. “It's been like, what, eight months since your wicked growth spurt and decision to start hitting the gym?”

“Just about.” Spike felt her stand back up as she then came along under his right arm, touching sporadically at the muscles of his lower back. “Sometime after my eighteenth birthday, for sure.”

“It’s crazy, y’know? That you just started showing up here with me one day, and I still haven’t asked why you keep coming back.” Rainbow’s finger traced up his spine, causing him to flex his back.

“Thought the gym could do me some good,” Spike said with a note of hesitation for, while the words weren’t a lie, they certainly weren’t the full truth. “And I knew if I went at it alone I’d just end up breaking something.” He looked over his shoulder, glancing down at her. “If anyone could show me the ropes, it’d be you, Rainbow Dash.” He chuckled, looking at himself again, where his smile dissipated. “I'm just surprised you kept me around.”

“I like dedication,” she replied, throwing her arms around his shoulders. She jumped, causing the drake to lean back from her weight, her legs wrapping around his waist as he found his balance. “I also like you.”

“Careful with that,” Spike said as her cheek came to rest on his shoulder. “Guys tend to get the wrong impression whenever a girl uses the ‘L’ word.”

“Oh?” Rainbow's voice whispered into his side-fin. “Which one? Like or love?”

“When a girl says she loves you, it's hard for it to mean anything else.”

Rainbow giggled at that, and for a while, they kept silent. She kept clinging to his body, her slender legs wrapped at his waist while her thighs pressed against his sides, her exposed blue, furry tummy against his back, her boobs meshing against the muscles of his shoulders. Spike’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade with each passing second.
Spike tried to ignore the influx of pleasurable sensations and focus solely on the reflection in the mirror, where any trace of embarrassment or awkwardness was zapped from his body in an instant. The image before him was one he saw consistently throughout life, from magazines with photos of a male standing tall, jacked from shoulders to ankles, a face roguish yet sharp, and most important of all, a sexy female clinging to his masculinity and failing to contain it alone.

Spike saw that his reflection was nothing like those photos, with the exception of Rainbow Dash.

“Hey, Rainbow?” Spike said, feeling the girl shift along his back at the broken silence. “Mind if I ask you a question that's a bit, well, weird?” He shook his head. “I mean, you don't have to answer if you’re not up for it.” He sighed. “But if you do answer the question, can you make me a promise?”

He didn’t turn to look, already feeling her nod.

“Can you be… honest, for me, please?”

Rainbow groaned, causing the drake to turn his head, and when he did, she tapped a finger to his snout. “Do you alwayshave to speak in such mouthfuls?”

“Only when I'm nervous,” Spike replied with a half-chuckle. “So… how about it?”

“Going serious mode, huh?” Rainbow rolled her eyes before lifting her chin from his shoulder. “Aight, spill the beans.”

Spike didn’t say anything at first, opting instead to look around the locker room, searching for something to help him focus, something to give him the courage needed to compile so many issues into a single question. His search was fruitless, and when he returned to looking into the mirror, he found the reflection of the gentle, rose-colored eyes of his friend to be the only thing to steel his nerves. With a great inhale of air, Spike asked: “To you as a girl, am I, uh… m-maybe good looking?”

Rainbow didn’t say anything at first. A moment later, she slid down his back, took a few steps around him, and looked directly into his bright green eyes. “Is that seriously what has your mind in a jam?”

“I mean, yeah. Is that stupid?” Spike replied, causing her to put her hands on her hips and narrow her eyes, which became too much for him to gaze into as he instead looked at his reflection once more. “It’s been on my mind longer than I’m proud to admit, although it hasn’t started to affect me until, well, recently.”

“And you want my opinion?”

“You’re a girl, or at least I hope so,” Spike said with a chuckle. She met his laugh with her own and a moment later, she too turned around to gaze at their reflections. “You’re an attractive girl, Rainbow Dash, and you’ve always meant a lot to me. Hearing what you think will do me a lot of good, no matter how much it might bum me out.”

Rainbow kept staring into their reflection, keeping silent as a distant clock ticked the seconds away until finally, she nodded her head, and looked at the drake in the mirror. “Alright, since it's you, I promise to tell the truth—but on one condition.”

“Name it.”

“You seem to care what I have to say about you,” Rainbow said as she stepped to the left, disappearing to the side and leaving the mirror to him. “So first, I want to hear what you have to say about yourself.” She gave him a smile and crossed her arms. “Don't mince your words, or else I’ll do the same.”

Spike didn't know how to reply to that, or even what he should do next, as his gaze fell back upon himself. He stared at the image before him for quite a while before inhaling sharply, closing his eyes as his body became still. He exhaled, re-opening his lids to the dragon standing before him.

“I see... a dragon doing his best but still coming up short,” he said at last, stepping closer toward the mirror, examining his body with pinpoint accuracy. “The only thing good about me is my height, the one thing I didn’t have to work to earn, and even then, back at the dragon lands, I would be considered a laughing stock.”

Feet shuffled from the left, but there wasn’t any movement.

“We’ve been hitting the gym for a while now, and in every workout, I don’t feel like I’m working hard enough—that I’m just proving myself as a failure.” Spike flexed his arm over his chest, but this time, with less enthusiasm. “Eating properly, working out with someone as great as you, even then, his muscles are hardly bigger than what I began with.” He sighed, letting the arm drop. “And even if I did become big, even if I finally became strong enough, I don’t think any of it will matter considering… I’m still just an out of place dragon.”

Spike sighed as he dropped his head. “I'll keep working to become stronger even if I’ll never become strong enough to protect you girls. I’ll keep working to get muscles even if no one will ever toss a glance my way.” He opened his eyes. “I don’t know why I keep showing up, only that I’ll keep coming anyway.”

Silence.

“Man, you are a downer,” Rainbow said from the left of him, her voice then trailing along his shoulders as she came just behind him, looking at him through his reflection. “But no one lies about that kind of stuff, so I'll trust that you’re telling the truth.”

Spike nodded.

“Alright then, time for my opinion.”

Spike raised an eyebrow and glanced down at her reflection.

“In the mirror before me… I see a good dragon, maybe the only one to have ever lived.” Rainbow stepped forward, standing at his side. “I see a dragon that tries to do good and becomes frustrated when he doesn’t live up to his own expectations, when he doesn’t measure up to the rest of his kind, and in my eyes, that’s a good thing.”

Rainbow stepped toward the mirror, resting her hand on the reflection of his chest.

“I see a friend who didn’t like something about himself, and instead of complaining about it, went out and did something about it.” Rainbow ran her hand down his reflection’s abs, smiling as she did so. “I see a friend who came to me, the harshest athlete around, and endured eight months of torment, sticking with me long after others would’ve quit, and even after all that, still felt like you could have done more.” Rainbow turned around, smiling up at him as she began toward him. “You don’t settle for anything other than your best.”

Spike’s heart began to beat faster with every step Rainbow took, building in speed as her footsteps echoed against the floor, until finally, she came up just before him. He looked down at her without a word, without movement, his claws beginning to tremble at the proximity.

“You kept putting up with my routines, you kept listening to my rants and gloats, you showed up to every session, and most importantly of all, you kept me from my loneliness.” Rainbow put her hand on his chest, smiling all the warmer than she could have ever done from the reflection. He clenched at her soft touch, causing her to giggle. “I don't see this big hulking dragon you want to be, but I feel the will and determination of the dragon standing here before me.”

“Rainbow...”

“Even then, Spike,” she continued, “even without your muscles, even without your dedication in the gym, all the times you silently listened to me go on about myself, all those times that you were just... there.” Her hands grabbed his claw and brought it to her chest, holding it there as he felt her distant heartbeat.

It grew quicker by the second.

“You're right in thinking that that stallion is more jacked than you, but there's one thing you got above him.” Rainbow came up on her toes so that her face was at his chin. “You were there, and dedication, more than anything else in this world, is incredibly sexy.”

Spike couldn't believe his ears. The idea of getting his hopes up, the possibility of getting with the Rainbow Dash hurt too much even to consider the inevitable rejection, and yet, his hand didn't pull back from her beating heart. “Please don't do this, Rainbow. Remember what I said about guys getting the wrong impressions.”

“Then I'll say it loud and clear so that even someone as dense as you will understand.” Rainbow rubbed her cheek across his while her lips reached his fin, whispering: “I don't like you, Spike.” She pulled back, and before Spike had a chance to comprehend the words, she said some more. “I love you.”

Her smooth lips met Spike’s in a contact that was firm yet soft, that made his heart beat faster yet his body still; an embrace so deep and personal that it seemed like a mere fantasy to their sensation—Spike’s other claw wrapping around her back and pulling her to his chest as the real thing was ten times better.

The fur on Rainbow's lips tickled his own pair, each massaging against the other in a desperate attempt to capture more of the kiss. Spike felt her hand slowly glide his claw downward, slipping it past her bra cup as he began to softly squeeze at her breasts.

Rainbow moaned as she took away her hand.

Spike didn’t need her to tell him what to do next.

His claws kneaded at the fur of her perky tits, soft and firm to the touch. Each clamp, each squeeze, each twist of her nipples forcing more and more moans into their enduring kiss, growing deeper as their bodies began to sweat. Below his boxers, Spike felt his cock twitch at the sudden influx of stimulation.

“Mmmhmm,” Rainbow pulled an inch away from the kiss, still standing on her toes, gazing deeply into his eyes. “Not bad for a beginner, not bad at all.” She cocked her head and grinned, and a moment later rose her thigh to his waist and began to grind against him. “Could use a bit, mhmm, work on the kissing, but, oh yes, a few reps of those everyday and you should be just, holy shit—” Rainbow threw her head at the side of his neck and nibbled on his scales “—just fine.”

Spike didn’t know if it was Rainbow’s acceptance of who he was, if it was because he was now kissing the girl he’d been jerking off to the previous night, or even if it was because his claw was in her bra and the other was lowering to grab at her athletic ass, but something inside him, something carnal, took control of him as his erection pushed out from his boxers.

Spike’s claw tugged at her ass one last time before coming back to his side, holding up the thigh propped against him, lifting her up and pushing against the mirror, feeling her boobs against his chest as he leaned in for a quick kiss.

“...I love you, Rainbow,” Spike said after lowering his head, kissing the nape of her neck and peppering short pecks along her shoulders, trailing along her collarbone before nipping gently at her throat, each ministration eliciting a different kind of shiver, a different kind of moan, from the woman that was now his. “I want you more than you could guess, to tear that tank-top off, to feel your naked body pressed against mine, to—“

“Working out jacked your testosterone levels, huh?” Rainbow said to him, causing Spike to pull back from her neck and stare into her eyes. “I noticed you were getting a bit more assertive as of late... among other things.” She grinned, offering him a wink. “You jerking off more?”

And just like that, Spike’s confidence broke.

“Well, I mean...”

“Most do after being at the gym for a while,” Rainbow said, cutting herself off with a blink. “Wait a sec, just exactly who have you been jerking off to?”

“Uh...”

“No way!” Rainbow cheered, pumping her arm. Spike would have been worried, but he’d much rather her excited than pissed. “So what, you've been sneaking shots at me while we work out for later material? When did this begin? How often do you do it to me?”

“Only you would be flattered that someone jerks off to you,” Spike said with a sigh. “But to answer your question, well, let's just say I've always found you, your body and your personality attractive well before we ever hit up the gym together.”

Rainbow looked up at Spike from the glass, biting her lower lip as he waited in silence, his body still heated, his cock still throbbing, and it took every ounce of his willpower to not just tear off her top and motorboat his face between her enormous tits for all they were worth.

“Okay,” she said.

“Okay?”

“You can have me,” Rainbow said simply, bringing her hands to the bottom of her tank-top and raising it, revealing the blue plane of her toned stomach, the underboob of her chest, and then, with one last tug, she pulled off the tank-top off—her boobs bounced in place from the freedom of their restriction. “You’ve worked and waited long enough, so it's about time you had your reward.”

Spike gulped.

“Of course, as long as I get my own.” Rainbow wasted no time in reaching for his shorts, pulling and dragging and tugging at the fabric as suspense continued to build in her chest when, finally, the article met the floor and the pitched-tent of his boxers was exposed to her rose eyes. Rainbow licked her lips. “Oh yeah. This is gonna be a good workout.”

“Only if we’re doing it together,” Spike said as he brought his claws around her back and felt the hook to her bra, undoing it as quickly as his digits allowed. After a few moments, a click resounded, and the bra unfastened, the article falling to the floor as her boobs jiggled at the sudden exposure, nipples perky and stiff from previous teasing.

“Think you can handle me, dragon boy?” Rainbow said with a smirk. Spike didn't hesitate to grope her breasts, squeezing them and kneading them, pushing his head into her cleavage and wiggling his face against her chest, feeling the fur tickle his cheeks as the plushness of her boobs mashed against his fins. “Ha, looks like, oh yeah, you're getting straight to the point.”

Spike didn’t reply as he kept motorboating her boobs, squeezing her breasts in sporadic intervals and groaning louder every time. Down below, his shaft stretched between the sides of his girlfriend’s thighs, feeling them clamp against his cock at the sudden contact, then after a moment, beginning to rub their fur along the length of his tent. Something dripped onto his dick, and pulling his head back from his motorboating, Spike gazed to his crotch positioned below hers.

“Fuck yes.” Rainbow threw her arms around his neck, holding onto him as she grinded against his cock, her pace quickening and her moans growing louder, but it still wasn’t enough to sate her desires. “Never told me you were packing down there… oh yeah, oh, fuck, yeah, fuck it, to hell with the foreplay!”

Rainbow placed her hands on his chiseled chest and pushed him back; Spike stumbled back a few steps as she pulled down her shorts. By the time he’d caught his balance, she was already down to her black panties—a patch of wetness developing at their center.

Spike’s jaw lowered. Then his boxers dropped, but his cock stood tall.

And then Rainbow Dash threw herself at him.

Their bodies collided in a heap of searching hands and pressing lips, claws grabbing at breasts and hands clamping on a tight ass, cock rubbing against panties, up and down the outline of folds. They moans and groans grew louder, the shuffling of their feet becoming faster, panties being pulled down and kicked off as his cock aligned with the pussy and—

“You catch the game last night, broseph?” a voice wafted in after the squeak of a door opening, distant footsteps growing louder as the couple became quieter. Spike turned his back to the voice and pulled the naked Rainbow to his chest, covering her intimate areas from the possible sight of the visitors. “Fuckin’ High Flank choked! I wasted my whole workout just think’ about that game.”

‘Fuck,’ Spike thought to himself as the voice was the perfectly audible, meaning the owner only had one corner to turn before he would find the naked duo. ‘Fuck fuckety fuck. What the fuck were we thinking banging in the middle of a changing room? Fuck, what should I do?’

Spike shook his head, exhaling deeply.

Then, an idea.

“Stay quiet,” Spike whispered down into her ear, lowering his claws to her ass, picking her up and having her lean into him, “and trust me.”

Rainbow blinked at the words but kept quiet all the same. She rested her head on his shoulder as he glanced left and then right, eyes widening upon something catching his gaze, though he kept still as the footsteps came from around the corner.

‘They’ll spot me if I make a run for it,’ Spike thought to himself, shaking his head a second later. ‘But they’ll catch us anyway if we keep still… eh, fuck it. Risk it for the biscuit.’

“Yo bro, you hear something?” Spike didn’t wait around as he broke into a dash forward across the tiled floor, the sudden momentum fast enough that he passed as a purple blur to those who had just entered, slamming his shoulder into a glass door and stumbling into the shower stall, smacking his tail against the door as it then slammed shut, his spade sliding its bolt into place as he held the girl in his arms against the white wall. “The fuck was that? Yo, who the fuck was that!?”

‘There’s no way I'm getting cock-blocked by some bros at the gym,’ Spike thought as he glared at the glass door, a few moments passing and deep breaths being taken, before he looked back at Rainbow. ‘Especially not when I’ve got the hottest girl around in my arms, wanting this as badly as I do.’ He put his claw to her mouth, glancing downward as she did the same, both looking at his cock aimed at the entrance of her pussy. They looked back up at each other, and after a moment, Rainbow nodded.

Spike let his cock rest between her mounds, feeling her juices coax along the length of his shaft, hugging it tighter and tighter the further he pushed in his tip. He moaned in bliss as his legs quivered at the delightful sensation.

Feet shuffled outside the glass door.

“You alright in there?” The silhouette against the glass said, trying the handle as the door budge back and forth. Spike did his best to stifle his moan as his cock pushed all the way into her pussy, feeling the lips of his love vibrate against his digits at finally being penetrated, though both of their gazes were set upon the door. “Hey man, if you don't answer this door I'm gonna have to—“

“Forgot my, oh fuck yes, towel when you guys came in!” Spike coughed out as his arms began to burn from holding Rainbow for so long, the weight becoming twofold when pulled out from her tunnel and then slammed back in past her puffy blue folds, getting into a steady rhythm that strained on his core. “Not exactly—will you please stop bouncing—the most confident in showing the package downstairs.”

The silhouette lingered at the door. Spike feared he was close enough to listen to their sounds. A moment later, the voice on the other side whistled. “Tiny penis syndrome. Gets ya when ya least expect it.”

The silhouette walked away from the glass.

Spike sighed upon hearing the footsteps becoming distant. He looked back to Rainbow and, upon seeing his claw still over her mouth, removed it.

“Tiny cock my fat ass!” Rainbow moaned aloud as she flicked her hips up and down his cock, not at all satisfied with his speed as the claws at her ass trembled to keep holding her up. “You're the biggest ride I've had since, mhmm—AH!”

Rainbow’s pussy clamped on his cock while she wiggled her thighs, summoning moans deep from their throats, echoing off the walls and across the room.

“The fuck was that?”

Rainbow’s eyes widened with fear and pleasure. The silhouette re-appeared. The handle twisted. The door budged an inch. Another chorus of moans bellowed out. Something banged on the door.

“You okay in there?!” the voice shouted from outside. “I’m going to come in if you don’t say anything back!”

“S-Spike…” Rainbow squeaked out as the door sounded like it was about to be kicked down, and she had no idea of what to do. The situation was so incredibly sexy, banging while others were changing outside, but she didn’t have a plan present and looked to him to somehow save the day, and luckily for her, he knew how to make the situation all the more sexy. “What are you…”

Spike slid his right wrist completely underneath her bottom, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusting as his left claw, now free from its burden, shot up to the steel handle next to her head, and with a quick crank, pulled the handle left.

Hot water rained from the shower head above them, cascading down their bodies as the drake brought his claw to Rainbow’s crotch, rubbing his thumb over her engorged clit and allowing her to moan her loudest. With a grin from a job well-done, he began thrusting his cock into her pussy faster with every interval, the building steam loosening his aching muscles.

“I’m good!” Spike shouted back through a pant, feeling his thumb become slick with his girlfriend’s juices. He then whispered to her: “Real fucking good, right?”

Rainbow rolled her eyes, and after a sharp gasp, threw her head back in agreeance.

“The fuck is up with the strange sounds in there?” the voice said, its owner’s silhouette hidden behind a cloud of steam.

Spike pulled out his cock and stepped back, reaching over Rainbow’s head to grab the shower head. Before she could question his action, she felt its results as he brought the nozzle to her pussy and unleashed a hot, constant stream of water on her blue clitoris.

“The water was cold starting up!” Spike shouted over his shoulder, then throwing himself into the mouth of his lover, sucking on her lips as they gave him the confidence to bullshit all so well, breaking it a moment later. “Took a little while for it to heat up and, well, let’s just say nothing is better than a hot shower after a long day!” He lips delved past her wet, rainbow hair, whispering in her ears: “Wouldn’t you agree, Dashie?”

“Ooooh.” Rainbow bit down on his neck, teeth pressing into his solid scales. “I’ll get you back for this. You know it.”

Spike grinned before glancing back at the glass door. “Say, you boys mind leaving me a towel before you head out?”

“...Sure.” Spike didn’t pay attention to anything else as he rose the nozzle from Rainbow’s crotch, wetting her stomach and dousing off her breasts, kissing each of her tits as he clipped the nozzle above their heads.

After a few moments, the drake pulled back from his work to admire his results.

Rainbow Dash had her back against the wall while a steady stream of water ran through her hair, strands of rainbow clumping together over her left eye as a small current trickled from it. She had her legs wrapped around his waist for support, allowing her to move her crotch around until she felt her pussy lips come into contact with something hard, taking only a second to take his length past her folds once more.

Spike lost his breath at the sight.

And so did she.

“You're clever when ya wanna be, Spike.” Rainbow gazed up at him with her right-eye, smiling as she began to flick her hips up and down his shaft. “I’m surprised you’re not more mischievous with that tongue of yours. Sounds like you could, oh don’t stop moving, get yourself out of any bind with it.”

“Not the only mischievous thing I can do with it,” Spike said as he slid out his tongue, slithering through the air open air. “And besides, you’re the only one I wanna get into mischief with.” He retracted his tongue.

“That so?” Rainbow’s pussy began to slide down the length of his cock, slowly cutting the inches between them, when, finally, his length was fully inside her lower lips as her upper lips meshed against his own. They kept the contact for a moment, hips still flicking and warm water still pouring that their panting bodies, and after a few seconds, Rainbow broke the kiss with a giggle. “You know, we still haven’t wrapped up our dirty little act. You’re… close, aren’t you?”

Spike blinked. “But they’re still outsid—“

A cyan finger pressed against his lips.“You're a book-wiz. What's the definition of mischief?”

“If that's the case then,” Spike said through her finger, voice slightly muffled as his tail slithered up between their legs, sneaking to her wrist and wrapping around it, pulling it down before Rainbow could even hope to react. “I get to lead, and whoever finishes first has do anything the winner wants.”

“Oh you are so on!”

Spike didn’t waste any time in slamming Rainbow back against the wall, the cutest sighs slipping past her lips. He buried his face in-between her breasts, jiggling his face as her tits smacked against his cheeks with a wet sound. His claws snaked one last grab at her fat ass, moaning as the flesh filled between his digits, slapping her cheek and drinking her moans, before his grasp found itself settling on her thick thighs, their fur tickling his palms as he spread them apart.

“Oh, Spike!”

Locker slammed and footsteps shuffled, but neither fuckers could give a shit about the outside world. Spike railed the cyan pussy without pestering things like weight or lubrication getting in the way; just holding his girl close as his dick slammed closer to her cervix. No thighs, no weight—just constant fucking at the fastest speed his thrusting would allow. The walls of her pussy clenched at his rod with everything passing of his thrust, coaxing it further with her feminine juices, allowing him to enter her faster and quicker with every succession.

“Oh, oh my, this is so, holy fuck, uncool!” Rainbow threw herself at his chest, biting at his neck while her hands grabbed at his pecs, feeling her pussy being absolutely devastated down below, and the worst part about it was that she wasn’t allowed to do a thing about it. “Alright then, Mr. Scaly, if you’re making me sit this set out, then you sure as fuck know I’m coaching you through it.”

Spike’s legs quivered as his muscles began to ache. The fatigue of their workout and their ministrations had finally caught up with him. His thrusts began to lose speed.

“Oh no you fuckin don’t!” Rainbow shot a glare up at him from his chest. “You said you were going to fuck me solo and that's exactly what you're going to do. Please your girlfriend, for Celestia's sake!”

Spike blinked as a mental fog began to settle in his mind, one that was not cast away by the shake of the head. There was no way he was going to fuck up his first time, to let his girlfriend down when she had trusted him with the controls. He thrusted his cock into her pussy with reinvigoration born from fumes, indulging in the bliss of feeling her walls clench on his cock, but even when he went to close his eyes to enjoy the sensation in its fullest, his exhaustion was there to greet him.

“Sex isn't just for fun—it's a workout in and of itself” Rainbow cried out as she couldn’t help but gyrate her hips, her fingers clawing at his chest. “You haven't failed a workout yet, and you're definitely not failing this one.”

Spike use her words as motivation, fighting through the pain to find the pleasure on the other side.

“Ten reps, let's go!”

Spike slammed his cock deep into her pussy, balls colliding with her thighs.

“One!” Rainbow squeezed at his pecs, loosening her grip when his cock slid out below, squeezing his chest again when his cock pushed back inside her. “Two!” Another thrust. “Three!” Another fuck. “Four!” Spike, running low on fumes, held her up higher and let her drop, catching her again once her weight has impaled his cock. “F-Five!”

Spike’s muscles cried out in pain while his cock did the same in desperate need. Just five more, five more penetrations and tight hugs until the pain is over and true bliss begins.

His claws lowered her thighs, so only her upper-back was supported by the wall. Spike flicked his hips upward as his muscles began to fail and her body began to fall, his dick shooting deep into her pussy and shooting out at equal speed when he lifted her back up.“S-Six!”

Spike felt his stomach churn and his abs burn, but no matter what, he was destroying that pussy if it was the last thing he ever did.

“Seven!”

Spike’s thrusts lost any sense of speed, but in exchange, each one was more deliberate and powerful than the last. He pushed her further into the wall, Rainbow’s eyes shooting up in pleasure to notice as he slipped his cock fully out of her.

Then, with his dick aimed upward, Spike thrust upward and let her drop completely, her inner walls clenched upon his arrival and splitting from the force, each of them screaming as he caught her thighs at the last second. “E-Eight!”

With his remaining strength, Spike lifted Rainbow and turned her around in the air, letting her arms hands fall against the wall as her breasts collided with it a moment later. She went to turn around when she felt something hard slip between her asscheeks, moaning aloud when his cock found her pussy and fucked it doggy-style. “Oh fuck! N-N-Nine!”

Spike then reached muscle failure.

His body began to fall backward as Rainbow’s weight was upon him in the air, blissfully unaware of the act taking place. He grinned as he spun her around, his arms holding her waist as he intended to take the brunt of the impact—as well as perform the last and greatest rep of all time.

Spike felt his back slam and slide across the floor, still grinning all the while. A moment later, Rainbow’s weight was upon him once more, breasts colliding against his chest and her crotch meeting his, his cock shooting up into her descending pussy as the impact of the fall thrusted him his hardest inside of her—the act too great for either party to remain silent as her walls clenched their tightest and both came in joy.

“S-Spike!”

“R-Rainbow!”

Their bodies were a heaping mess of pants and moans, Rainbow lying atop Spike as they gazed into one another’s eyes. His cock slipped out from her folds as they juices trailed down their thighs, the liquid soon caught by the stream of water still pouring and flushed down the drain of the stall—destroying any evidence of their sexual escapade.

Rainbow was right: Spike could be clever when he wanted to be.

“That was,” Rainbow says through her pants, gazing up at him from his chiseled abdomen, “the best workout session I've had in a while.”

“You and me both.” Spike wiped his forehead with the back of his claw, relishing in the current of water, quelling his burning and aching muscles. “We both came at the same time, right? So does that mean our deal is off?”

“Hmm.” Rainbow thought about it for a moment before giggling. She reached at his shoulders, using them to drag herself up along his torso, her slick fur and wet tits rubbing along his scales. “Probably best we hold off on any competitions until you've had some proper training. But for now? You did well.”

“Glad I could make you proud,” Spike said while staring up at the steam, feeling the soft touch of her hair as she laid her head in the crook of his throat. She laid her hands on his chest. “So, about that after-workout jog...”

Spike felt her body shiver as she giggled. “Today will be a half rest day.”

“I ever tell you how much I love you?”

Spike’s claws, worn by fatigue, lifted for the last time over his girlfriend and wrapped themselves around her back, pulling her tighter against himself.

“Hey, Rainbow?”

“Yeah, Spike?”

“Do you think we'll get in trouble for wasting the hot water?”

“It's not being wasted if we're enjoying it.”

“Oh, right.”

Silence.

“...Spike?”

“Yes?”

“I hope you learned it’s not important that you become some hulking dragon when you’ve already got the will and determination to please me.”

“Kinda got that impression from the hot shower sex.”

Rainbow giggled—nothing was sweeter to his ears. “Oh, and another thing?”

“Anything for you.”

“Feel free to move your claws a little lower.”