Roseluck Gets Banged A Lot
“So that's my plan, really.” Spike released a moan as his cock slipped past her folds, doing his best to keep the conversation going even as the walls of her pussy began to suck on his length. “Being an assistant, reading comic books alone in my room, saving the world—all fun things, but they tend to get repetitive, y'know?”
“You are one strange fucking dragon,” Roseluck said with her face pressed into a pillow, voice slightly muffled. “But fuck me do you fuck good.”
“That makes me glad to hear!” Spike placed his claws on her sizable flanks, digits sinking into the flesh as filled out between them. He rammed his cock all the way into the joy of both of their moans. “So yeah, that lifestyle wasn't doing me any good, and worse yet, I felt like I was falling away from everypony.”
“Harder, Spike, faster!” Roseluck raised her rump higher into the air, slamming it back down on his cock in order to scratch the itch deep inside of her. If only the drake fucked as fast as he talked. “You're representing how the entirety of your species performs in bed—don't mess it up for the other dragons!”
“Oh fuck, really?” Spike shifted on the bed so that his crotch was directly underneath hers, digits tightening on her rump in order to keep it in place. “I really need to get my shit together.”
“We could do anal if you like.”
“...maybe another time.”
Spike took a deep breath to mentally prepare himself, digging his digits deeper into her flanks, moaning at the sensation as he felt a pleasurable shiver course through his cock. He pulled out from her entrance, keeping his tip just at her folds.
“What are you doing!?” Roseluck rose her head from the pillow. “I thought I said—OH SWEET CELESTIA.”
Spike rammed his cock back inside of her, keeping her rump still with his claws as he did so, pulling out just push back in, again and again, over and over, getting nice rhythm to his thrust and ever so slowly increasing his speed, feeling the walls of her pussy clench on his cock in order to keep it inside of her, only for it to pull away and pound back inside once more.
“Sorry, oh yeah, about that.” He kept his hips thrusting while he spoke. “This better for you?”
“Don't stop!” Roseluck slammed her face back into the pillow, biting the fabric to keep herself from crying out. “Talk all you like, moan all you like, do whatever you want, but please, just don't stop!”
“Don't think I could even if I wanted to.” Spike felt her pussy clench harder on the ridges of his dick, causing his eyes to roll back as he had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep himself from cumming then and there. “But yeah, I plan to start getting out more, start doing stuff for myself instead of everypony else.”
He gave her right flank an audible slap, hearing her scream in ecstasy and watching her rump cheek jiggle back into place, grabbing at it while it did so to enjoy the sensation. “Being a dragon in a pony society is kinda tough at times, but I figure if I start getting closer to you mares that I won't feel like such an outsider.”
“Spike?”
“Yes?”
“You're literally inside me,” she shot back. “That's the complete opposite of being an outsider.”
“Somepony else that gets it!” Spike began thrusting his cock harder and faster into her pussy, feeling the muscles of his core burn while a tension built in the base of his shaft. With the way how Roseluck's pussy was clenching harder, as well as her building moans, it was safe to assume she was at the same stage as he. “Life gets boring when all you're all by yourself, but getting this close in bed means we've made some kind of connection!”
“You bet we fucking did.” Roseluck then turned around on the bed, throwing her forehooves around his neck and holding onto it for support, lifting herself along his cock and dropping back down on it, riding the dragon for all he was worth. “We do this every weekend and I'll be out of stress for life!”
“So you won't be taking any of what I personally?”
“Males are hard to come by in Ponyville, Spike.” Roseluck let her hind leg rub against his balls, encouraging him to keep flicking his hips. “And I'm pretty sure you're one of the few dragons to have ever fucked a pony before.” She giggled as she dropped completed on his cock, feeling ready to finish in the next act. “You're a good friend and a good fuck, nothing more and nothing less, and I'm not ready to keep that from everypony else.”
“A good fuck, eh?” Spike slipped his head from underneath her forehooves, letting her fall gently to the mattress with her head against the pillow. She looked up to his hulking size as he came over her, his muzzle hovering above hers. “Let's see if I can upgrade that to 'great', shall we?”
Roseluck went to speak when she felt his cock ram back inside of her pussy, their positions allowing him full access to her cunt with zero restrictions, her body flat as his cock shot into her pussy with its soft side spines tickling her walls, the tip of his dick filling her like no other could.
“OH MY—“ Roseluck's cry was silenced by a pair of scaly lips, pressing against her own in a desperate fight to claim them. She quickly sunk into the kiss, the plushness of her lips enveloping his, the layer of fur on them tickling his every scale.
“Keep quiet my little Rose,” Spike said as he broke away from the kiss, a web of saliva still connecting them. “We don't want to wake the neighbors, do we?”
Roseluck looked up at him, biting her bottom lip as his cock still rammed in and out of her. After a heavy moan, she threw herself upward and claimed his lips once more.
Spike still had trouble believing that this was really happening, that he really had a girl so cute and so hot like Roseluck in her bed, with his lips meshing hers an attempt to claim the other, with his cock fucking her tight little pussy however way he pleased, with the boredom and loneliness of life so far away as he wrapped his claws around the mare's waist and prepared to finish.
“You ready?”
“Only been waiting the whole night.”
Spike couldn't suppress a chuckle as he began shoving his cock in her pussy as fast as his hips would allow, feeling his scales sweat and his chest heave, the muscles on his arms pumping from the exertion and exploration—this was always their favorite kind of workout.
Roseluck threw her head back while she draped a foreleg over her eyes, moaning and groaning after every time his cock filled out inside her, pushing her walls apart like no dildo or stallion could. She didn't even have to flick her hips or do anything—just let the beast do his work and reap all the pleasure from it.
Soon, they felt it. Something welling in their loins, something building with every thrust and every clench, the sensation too good for either of them to hold back as the dams could no longer stand and orgasm finally found its release.
“Spike!”
“Roseluck!”
The two arched their backs as they felt themselves cum, enjoying the bliss for as long as it stayed on their minds before, finally, collapsing onto each other and laying back on the bed. Spike turned over the blanket, catching a whiff of their hormones before covering themselves with the blanket.
“You can really take control of a situation when you really want to, hey, Spike?” Roseluck cuddled up to his side, resting her head on his defined pecs. “How long ago did you decide to capture the heart of every mare you meet?”
“Hmm.” Spike cocked his head left. “I decided to get out of my comfort zone just after my growth spurt, so about two weeks now I guess.”
“You've only been at this for two weeks!” Roseluck exclaimed up at him. “You mean you're still a beginner? Have you even been with a mare before me?”
“I mean I've read books and stuff.” He smiled down at her, brushing her mane with his free claw. “Guess that doesn't really count, does it?”
“Those books can certainly show you some techniques,” Roseluck said as she continued looking up at him. “But they're all useless unless you get some practice in and know how to apply them. Not only that, not every mare works the same.”
Spike tilted his head. “How do you mean?”
“Different mares like different things, Spike.” Roseluck smiled up at him, giggling whenever his claws worked out a knot in her mane. It seemed his claws were good for everything—it was a big wonder for her how a drake like him stayed off the market for so long. “For a mare like me, I like it casual and I also like it rough.”
“You can say that again.”
Roseluck giggled. “But for some mares, they'll require more of an emotion connection for the sex to mean something to them. Other mares will probably hop on a hunk like you right away, but they may want some... weird things done to them in the bed.”
“I don't mind weird too much.” Spike lifted the blanket so that only their heads were visible above it. “Lived with Twilight and the girls long enough to see a thing or two.”
“Open-mindedness will certainly get you that extra step.” Roseluck ran a hoof along her chest, blushing whenever she felt it clench under her touch. His scales were hard, but his muscles were harder. “Just don't get yourself caught up in something too freaky.” She giggled. “I still need you back in my bed once you've gotten some more experience.”
“About that.” Spike stopped stroking her mane for a moment. “You seem pretty cool about this whole situation, and well, I was wondering if you could help me out?”
“Help you out? With what?”
“Well, you know a lot about mares.” He coughed awkwardly. “And you are a mare yourself, so maybe you could give me some pointers and advice?”
“Oh, that's so sweet!” Rose luck rose an inch to nuzzle under his chin. “You want me to be your mentor in everything that occurs in under the sheets!”
Spike rolled his eyes. “How is it you're able to be so sweet and so dirty at the same time?”
“You can't have one without the other.” Roseluck pulled back down to his chest. “But if you're asking for help, I'm willing to give it, so long as you take everything you learn and use it on me.”
“...you really like sex, don't you?”
“Greatest thing since sliced bread,” Rose replied. “Besides, I want to see a cute little boy like you do well—call it a pet project of mine. You've gotten tired being with yourself, so now you want to bang every mare possible: I love a dragon with a dream.”
“You think I can do it?”
“Follow my advice and you will.”
Spike chuckled before resuming brushing her mane. “So what's the plan then, coach?”
“First of all, cool it with the code names,” Roseluck said. “Second, we gotta talk about that tongue of yours. If we're being honest here, when we met at my flower stand, your attempts at smooth talking me completely, absolutely, failed.”
“Really?” Spike dropped his head. “Oh c'mon! I was practicing that speech for hours!”
“And that leads exactly to my point,” Roseluck continued. “You tried way too hard to win me over. You were nervous, scared, and unsure if your words were having any effect at all, and worse yet, I could tell all of this by just glancing at your body language!”
“If that's the case,” Spike said, “why go out with me in the first place?”
“Because you were persistent and because you were sweet.” She nuzzled his chest, smiling. “That, and what gives up the opportunity that she's slept with a dragon before?”
“I guess you got me there.” Spike rolled slightly to his right, hugging the mare closer to himself, enjoying the warmth of her body and the softness of her coat against his scales. “So do I have a chance at getting better or am I totally helpless?”
“Hmm.” She took a moment to think about it. “You're lucky the sex saved you on that one, because, without it, you would be relying on your sweetness alone. But when we were getting really hard into the sex, something inside you, something primitive broke loose.”
“How do you mean?”
“It was almost like you stopped caring, that you stopped trying so hard and you just did as you pleased.” Roseluck's voice caught with excitement as the memory of their previous act flashed across her mind. “You're a good dragon, Spike. I don't think there's anypony around that will deny that fact. But sometimes, it feels like you're trying too hard to be good, to please others, that you neglect yourself.”
“I... I guess that's a bad thing?”
“Not always,” Roseluck said, placing her forehooves on his chest. Before he had a chance to ask her what she was doing, Roseluck pushed him onto his back. “If you always did as you please, then other ponies would get hurt.” She then clambered on top of him, her legs dangling off his sides as her soft belly rubbed against his. “If you always did as others pleased, then you risk hurting yourself.”
“Cute,” Spike said, cupping her cheek with his claw, “and wise. How'd I get so lucky?”
“Now your talk is starting to get better.” Despite her confident words, Roseluck still blushed at the compliment. “You just need to stop caring so much and have trust in yourself, be confident enough when talking with mares that your words will have an effect. Just embrace that inner dragon and you'll work out just fine.”
Spike brought her cheek closer so he could plant a kiss upon it. “You're making this all sound so easy, but then again, it feels easy because I'm with a mare as accepting and beautiful as you.” He then pulled back and offered an honest smile. “Stuff like that work?”
“It does,” Roseluck said, but with a slight huff, “but you shouldn't let the mare know you were lying afterward.”
Spike lunged forward and caught her lips, which tried pull away at first, but soon melted into the kiss. Try as she might, she couldn't get enough of his slim and minty lips. They kept like that for a few moments, each stroking a fire in the other that was just put out a few moments ago.
“Now who said I was lying?” Spike asked afterward, bringing his lips to her neck and leaving a trail of kisses down its length. “I just wanted to make sure my true thoughts weren't creepy.”
“You're very good at saving yourself.”
“Let's just wait until I start being myself,” he said from the base of her throat, tugging slightly at her coat. The little sensations were driving the mare positively wild. “I'm a little crazy underneath the hood as well, so I'm not sure how well that's going to play out in my goal.”
“Just keep being you and keep being honest, and I'm sure the other mares will catch along real quick.”
“Alright then, baby.” Spike pulled his head back and placed his claws on Roseluck's frame, slowly pushing her down his body as he grinned at her. “You fancy starting up round two?”
“Sure!” Roseluck playfully shot back, her lips stretching into a grin as well. “Since you're staying the night, how about we make this a five round game in order to, uh, improve your skills?”
“Sounds good to me.”
