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Spike's First Blowjob (And Fluttershy's Too!)

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"Then the guy called me a dragon!" Spike shouted as he paced back and forth across the living room. "Who even does that in the middle of the court?"

Fluttershy was curled up on the nearby couch, silent as she listened. "Um... is that what you are? A dragon I mean."

"But it was the way he said it!" Spike faced her, holding a clenched claw in the air. "Oooh! You had to be there, Shy, ya just had to be there."

The poor mare blinked. "Would you have preferred it if he used term reptile?"

"Ah, that's not it either!" Spike stopped pacing at the center of the room, waving a claw dismissively. "You can call me a lizard for all I care, but to say it with that condescending tone! Hua! I wanted to kill that stallion!"

Fluttershy shook her head. "I'm sure you don't mean that. You're just upset. You shouldn't say such things when you're upset."

"Close." Holding out his claw, Spike's thumb and index finger were an inch apart. "That close to spewing fire."

"Well you better not be spewing any fire while you're in here," Fluttershy said with a stern expression, though it quickly faded into a warm smile. "Why don't you sit down on the couch with me? Maybe that would make the both of us feel better."

"Both of us," Spike repeated, and at once, his gaze was drawn to her hooves. Despite being tucked between her legs, he saw their slight tremble.

He immediately inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, letting the breath expand against his chest, and when he felt his muscles begin to cool, he then exhaled and opened his eyes again—their gaze much softer than before.

"That's my bad, Fluttershy," Spike said as he looked at everywhere around the mare, but never at her exactly. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't scare me," she replied, "just... made me nervous for a short while." She patted the cushion next to her. "But you will sit with me now, won't you?"

"Of course I will." Spike approached the couch side of the couch, but as he went to sit down, he glanced at the yellow pegasus one last time.

She smiled and nodded, and just like that, the dragon sat down.

"Whoa," Spike groaned out, reclining further into the couch. "Now this is what I'm talking about!"

Fluttershy giggled as she stared at him, shuffling closer toward him. She then laid her head atop his chest, letting her body rub against his side.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"A little bit, yeah." Spike snaked his arm underneath the mare, using his claw to hold her tightly against him.

He gazed down into her eyes. "You'd make a wonderful body pillow."

"No sleeping until supper is finished."

Spike chuckled. "So much for that compliment working."

Spike sat in silence in an absolute immersion of his position in life. The cutest, most beautiful mare was lying against him. Her soft body rubbed against his own, relaxing his tense muscles. She was like peace incarnate.

It was just a shame he was the polar opposite.

Whereas Fluttershy liked to keep quiet, Spike has a hard time shutting his mouth. He was always moving, always talking, always doing something.

Sitting still killed him, but strangely enough, he could keep his cool whenever he was around Fluttershy.

At least, most of the time.

Spike gazed down at her yellow muzzle, smiling at how her teal eyes drifted upward and settled on him. In a swift movement, he bridged the gap between their lips and kissed her.

Fluttershy's eyes widen at the sudden contact, but in a few seconds, they slid shut as she pushed herself forward. They maintained the lip-lock for as long as the oxygen in their lungs would allow for.

"I didn't mean to hurt ya," Spike uttered upon pulling away. Just as quickly as he had said the words, he plunged his lips forward again, caressing down her neck. "I just get so wound up over nothing sometimes that it feels like I'm going to explode."

He pulled up to gaze into her eyes. "Next time, I'll find a different room."

"Please don't do that," Fluttershy replied, dipping her head. "I don't like this room when you're not in it." She sniffled. "I... I feel alone when you're not here, and that's... far scarier t-than, t-than..."

Spike didn't hesitate to throw both of his arms around Fluttershy, slipping them under her front legs and lifting her up. At once, he pulled her against his chest, hugging her tightly.

"You'll never have to be alone again," he whispered from above her head, nuzzling her scalp. "I made that promise to you a long time ago, my treasure, and I intend to keep it." He chuckled. "Dragon's honor."

Fluttershy didn't say anything but to snuggle further into him, relishing in the feeling of being held. She kissed at his chest, focusing on his scales, feeling his heartbeat...

"Are..." Fluttershy felt her throat clench at the words, unable to recover so easily from the ones that came from him. "...you okay?"

Spike exhaled. "Why you ask?"

"Becuase your heart is pounding very fast," Fluttery said with a concerned tone, "and your scales feel heated." She gazed up from his chest, tilting her head. "Are you... still upset by what happened?"

"...sorta." Spike huffed. "Can't exactly say work was all relaxing today."

Fluttershy lowered her gaze, nipping her bottom lip. "W-would you, I don't know, maybe, perhaps... like help with that?"

Spike blinked. He looked down at the mare, only to find her face hidden behind her pink hair. "What, you got some medicine to take some of the steam away?"

"Not exactly."

"Oh! You gonna do something with your hooves?"

"Sort of..."

Spike blinked. "Then what is it? You're not very clear here, Shy."

At that, the mare only retreated further into her mane, and from what was visible from her cheeks, the tint of her blush matched the hue of her hair. "It's, um, rather embarrassing to say."

"Can't be more embarrassing than listening to me talk for five minutes." Spike rubbed her shoulder, trying to coax her out from her shell. "Now come on. If you think you have something that can help, I'll deeply appreciate it."

Fluttershy was silent for a moment, and not so much in the next. "I-I was talking w-with Rainbow Dash today, and I m-may have told her about how... heated you have been lately."

"Ruh-roh." Spike turned his head left and right, looking through the windows on either side of the room before returning his gaze. "So how long until the blue blur bites my butt?"

"She wasn't angry," Fluttershy replied. "In fact, she wanted me to... to help you."

"Ah, so we're finally getting to that." Spike winced internally at his phrasing. "Alright, so what did she have in mind?"

Fluttershy bit her bottom lip as she peeked out from her hair. "Have you, um, ever heard of a 'blow job' before?"

"W-What now?"

"A blowjob," Fluttershy repeated, coming further out from her hair. "Its when a male has his you know what—"

"I-I know what a blowjob is!" Spike exclaimed as his heart raced. "I just... wasn't expecting it to come out from your lips is all."

"T-That's weird." Fluttershy glanced down at his chest. "Rainbow Dash told me I was supposed to use my lips for the—"

"I didn't mean it like that!" Spike nearly shouted, feeling the mare shift along his front. In one steady breath, he calmed himself. "Look, I just wasn't expecting a mare like you to suggest something like that."

"A mare like me?"

"Ugh. I didn't mean that either."

"So what did you mean?"

Spike was fucked, and he knew it—not the kind of fucked he wanted to be in, but a certain fucked that could lead to fucking, though even that, in an extreme, absurd sense, was fucked.

"Look, Fluttershy, you're beautiful and—"

"Nope!" Fluttershy interrupted, raising her muzzle before his. She glared into his eyes. "Your compliments won't work this time, mister!" She leaned forward, pressing her snout against his. "You have a lot of explaining to do."

"Hey!" Spike replied, unable to back out from her lock on him.

She had gone as far as placing her hooves on either side of his chest. "T-That compliment led to my main point. Promise!"

Fluttershy's teal eyes contained to bore into his soul, uncovering the bravado that obscured his spirit. It didn't take words for Fluttershy to get the truth out of him: just silence and staring and sometimes sporadic solitude.

"Okay," the words came suddenly from her lips, soft and scary at the same time. "I believe you."

Spike was tempted to sigh but didn't want to move in front of Shy. "Thank Celestia."

"Why are you thanking the princess?" Fluttershy narrowed her eyes. "It's me you still have to explain yourself to."

"Right. My bad." Spike gulped. "So like, you're really pretty right? Like drop-dead gorgeous, model-material—though you already knew that last part."

Fluttershy kept peering into his soul.

"And I, uh, still have no idea how I was able to score you." Spike clenched his eyes as the words left his lips. He fought the urge to wave his claws. "Not that a mare is something to be scored! O-Or you for that matter."

Fluttershy kept staring, and Spike kept dying (on the inside.)

"The point is that I'm lucky to have you a mare like you, Fluttershy," Spike continued. "But at the same time, I'm almost scared even to touch you."

"Touch me?" Fluttershy tilted her head at that. "But you touch me all the time. What's wrong with that."

"Kinda talking about the other kind of touching."

Fluttershy's ears drooped. "Oh dear." She turned her head, gazing along her back until settling on her rump.

She tucked her lips inward, suppressed a whimper, then looked back at him. "Am I... am I unattractive?"

"No!" Spike replied. "You're beautiful, and I wasn't lying when I said it the last time."

"Am I sexy?"

"Whua..."

"Sexy." Fluttershy put more emphasis on the word. "The kind of sexy that makes you feel good. You know, really good!"

"Is that a trick question?"

Fluttershy glared at him.

"I'll take that as a no." Spike sighed as his head dipped for a second. "You wanna know the truth?"

Fluttershy's expression was stern as she nodded eagerly.

"Fine. When it comes to you, I'm not sure how to feel." Spike sat up slightly, causing the mare to tremble atop him. "I love you, Fluttershy, and I can say that without any doubt. I've never felt so whole in my life, even during my little stint with Rarity."

That remark caused the two to wince.

"But no matter what happens, you're the mare I wanna spend the rest of my life with." Spike breathed deeply, the weight of the yellow hooves pressing down on his lungs. "It's just for so long, you've been this innocent and unattainable girl."

Fluttershy blushed.

"It seriously felt like there was some divine law preventing me from thinking of you as anything more than a friend." He chuckled as his gaze wandered down to the couch. "Probably why it took me so long to fess up to you."

Spike felt something soft press from underneath his chin, pushing his gaze up and back in align with her's. The weight on his chest didn't feel so heavy anymore.

"But the idea of thinking of you sexually, even after we started kissing?" Spike relished in the softness of her sole. "It just felt wrong. I knew that you wouldn't be innocent forever—some lucky guy would steal your first kiss, and when the time was right, you two would have... you know... sex."

He slapped a claw onto his face immediately. Humiliation mixed with shame and burned his being. He could feel Fluttershy's gaze, and if he could, he'd tear out his eyes to avoid enduring her penetrating stare.

But that didn't happen. Instead, softness graced his claw, gently pushing it against the couch. Both of Fluttershy's hooves were cradling his face and kept it in place.

Then, leaning forward, Fluttershy pecked him on the lips. "Please keep talking."

Spike had to blink a few time to clear the fog from his mind. "I... okay." He breathed deeply. "So after this guy makes you his own, I thought that would make you less innocent in a way.

That's what held me back: your innocence."

"That's the reason?" Fluttershy said with a small giggle. "You were scared being naughty around me? All because you didn't want to be the one to shatter my innocence?"

Spike nodded. "Bit stupid, but then again, what about me isn't?" He sighed. "Sorry I let you down again, Shy."

She kissed him again, lingering a little longer on his lips.

"You didn't disappoint anyone," Fluttershy had said the second she pulled away, though she didn't move further than an inch. "And don't go thinking you have. What you did is incredibly sweet—" she giggled "—even if it's very naive."

"Naive?" Spike repeated. "Whaddya mean by that?"

Fluttershy rolled her eyes. "You boys can be so silly at times."

"I'm still confused."

Fluttershy sighed. "Spike, I want you to listen very carefully now, okay? Can you please do that for me?"

Spike nodded. Her hooves drew away from his face.

"I want you to know right now how proud I am of you." Fluttershy's hooves sunk into the cushion on either side of Spike's torso. "You're such a thoughtful dragon, but this? I never knew you cared so deeply for me."

She smiled.

"But at the same time, you have to realize I'm not some harmless little filly." Fluttershy brushed her cheek against his. "It may not look like it, but because of you, I'm not that fragile mare you once knew."

"You're not?"

"I certainly hope so." Fluttershy pulled back. "Tell me, Spike, don't you ever wonder why I said yes so quickly?"

"Because I have connections with royalty?"

"Please be serious."

"I... don't know, to be honest with you," Spike said. "I came to you only with the scales on my back, and for some reason, you said yes."

"And that was exactly it."

"What? My scales?"

"They were a part of it," Fluttershy replied. "I said 'yes' because of two things."

She closed her eyes; he held his breath.

"It was your charm that captured me," Fluttershy said upon opening her eyes, "and the challenge that cultivated me."

Spike let his shoulders drop. "Am I that ugly?"

"It wasn't because you were ugly." Fluttershy proved this by stealing another kiss from his firm lips. "It was because you were a dragon. And Spike, what's my number one fear?"

"Dragons," he stated. "So like, are ugly dragons the epitome of your nightmares?"

"Are you fishing for compliments again?" Fluttershy smirked. Lowering her muzzle to his chest, she kissed each of his pecs. "Becuase I've already shown how much I love you."

"How much you love a challenge, you mean."

Fluttershy raised her head. "You know I didn't mean it like that. I love you, Spike, dragon or not."

Spike blushed.

"But I was also scared of you, Spike," Fluttershy continued. "And I didn't have any right to be. You were always a such a kind and sweet dragon, and none of that has changed since you grew up."

"But something did," Spike replied, tilting his head slightly. "I knew I could make you afaird at times." He shook his head. "But never scared."

"Because I shouldn't be." Fluttershy stared deep into his eyes. "It's my instincts that have me scared, but past them, I knew just how kind you were."

"And that was enough?"

"That was enough for me," she replied. "There was only one way for me to get over myself—to spend time with you, to love that which I feared."

"And did you succeed?"

Another kiss.

"What do you think?" Fluttershy said with a raised eyebrow. "I've been fighting for you ever since your fangs grazed my lips."

She kissed him again, then, again and again, a constant attack of love and longing.

"I'm not so fragile." Fluttershy kissed him. "Becuase I made myself strong." She kissed him longer and harder. "Fighting myself for you."

She prodded her tongue against his lips, seeking entrance.

And he accepted. Spike was done being foolish, tossing aside his naivety as he opened his mouth, taking the tongue of his love.

The two wet muscles wrestled against one another at once. Spike's tongue was smaller but more extended, and thus, wrapped around the girth of Fluttershy's tongue. He would squeeze around it, hard. He relished in the sensations, of her size, of her wetness, of her warmth—all collected and expanding inside his maw.

She was insistent too. Spike's heart throbbed as her tongue swept across the contours of his fangs, coating every inch of him in her saliva.

One wrong flick along his teeth and Fluttershy could slice the underside of her tongue. It was a fear she held all of her life—the towering, fire-breathing dragons that haunted her being. Yet here she was, in the embrace of one, in constant threat of being hurt by his being, yet navigating through the harm he presented for the love he held for her.

Spike allowed his eyes to drift shut, leaving total control to the mare. He could feel her shaking even as she kissed him, but not once had she backed away.

It was up to her to claim her desires—he was always the thing he couldn't protect her from. But Fluttershy was strong now. Perhaps stronger than him. She wasn't a filly but a mare, one who was innocent beyond compare but begging to give all of that away.

And so Spike knew he had to stop being a fucking pussy. Even if the act were god damn motherfuckering sacrilege, he would look beyond the cute mare to the sexiness that was within her—starting by grabbing her ass.

And the motherfucker almost jizzed himself at the touch.

For so long he had thought about it, dreamt about it, and hated himself for it. Fluttershy had flanks that weren't as big as Rarity or Twilight or Pinkie, or toned as Rainbow Dash and Applejack; she was toned and a bit small but with the perfect curvature.

And as for copping a feel?

Spike moaned into the kiss as her flanks filled out between his digits. Softness combined with fur, squishing ever so delightfully with his every knead.

And soon Fluttershy started moaning into the kiss, pulling away seconds later. "Spike..."

"Fluttershy," he said, kissing her again. "Hope I'm not too forward?"

"It took you long enough." Fluttershy was on his lips again, unable to get more of how firm they were; how they pressed so hard against her own. "Mmmhmm. Are you ready for your hard day's reward?"

Spike tilted his head back. "This relationship just got a whole lot better."

Fluttershy took this moment to press her lips against his neck, nipping at his scales and teasing them backward. She traveled down him, appreciating every inch of his body, delighting in his physique.

It just drove her crazy! She was kissing a dragon, one strong and tall, powerful and quick-witted. She bit at his broad chest, feeling the tight muscles packed underneath.

Fluttershy's body was in a combined state of lust and fright. What scared her also turned her on—like she was playing a dangerous game. It was strange how stallions could never draw her eye, but the bipedal form of Spike could always have her hiding behind her mane.

And his claws! Fluttershy was never one to focus much on her rump, but the way how his digits groped her butt was unreal! She felt things she never felt before; a part of her forgotten now suddenly appreciated.

Fluttershy had to fight the urge to shake her hindquarters. She wanted to fill out into his claw, feeling his palm push harder into her flank.

A blush overtook her cheeks at the thought of him spanking her—a powerful slap to her behind, a flank jiggling delightfully back into place.

Fluttershy worked her lips down to his chiseled abdomen. She'd never confess it aloud, but she loved the way how her drake kept himself in shape—always preferring when he went without clothes on their daily strolls.

Heat overtook her body. Fluttershy felt it as she kissed his every ab—each one clenched by her contact. Her body, from her skin to her fur, was boiling in a warmth that just wouldn't fade.

Hunger hollowed her stomach, which wanted to be filled with something hot as her body—something that was not food.

And then Fluttershy saw it. She blinked a few times when she
did, doubting her vision. Heat exuded from his crotch as a slab of meat erected itself between his thighs.

And it was still growing; Fluttershy pulled back.

"Whua..." Spike's head fell forward, eyes settling on his marefriend. "Why'd you stop?"

Fluttershy's cheeks were pink, and her gaze was lost in a daze. She looked delightfully confused at the object of her attention.

So Spike followed her sight and found cock, out from its slit, enlarging in the open air. He gasped and withdrew his claw, leaving the softness of Fluttershy's rump to cover the hardness of his cock.

"Ack! S-Sorry!"

But Fluttershy did not reply, instead of tilting her head while still in her daze. She was again peeking at his dick, unable to look away.

"I've never seen one before," Fluttershy said, staring still. "I've always heard about them, but never saw one up close before."

"Fluttershy?" Spike said. "Are you feeling okay?"

It was as if something deep and primitive had been unlocked inside the poor mare. Fluttershy was a stranger to sexual acts; dildos not a commodity inside her home. She'd always assumed she was different from other mares: sex did nothing to her body or her mind.

But now she was here, before the dragon she loved, staring at his hardening cock. It was so big and thick, throbbing underneath her gaze. It almost looked in pain as she looked on.

Fluttershy then inched her muzzle forward, lifting his claw up and away. Her lips were inches away from his tip.

"S-Shy!" Spike cried. "Can you please stop looking at it? It's so cute that it's making me hurt!"

"Hurt?" Fluttershy glanced up at his face from between his crotch. "Are you in pain?"

"Not that kind of hurt," Spike replied, tilting his head back. "More like it feels so good that it hurts, ya know?"

Fluttershy looked down at his cock. The colossal muscle seemed to have stopped growing, stopping just before her muzzle. It was bright red, bordering on pinkness.

For something so strong it looked so weak.

Fluttershy laid her hoof atop it.

"Nnnngh!" Spike's body convulsed upward while his gaze settled downward. "Shy!?"

"Hmm?" His voice was but a faint sound to Fluttershy's ears. She was engrossed with his cock, her hoof pressing down against his surface, an inch of softness then giving way to something harder than a rock.

It was weird to be holding one now. Fluttershy almost couldn't believe she was near a cock—much less touching one. Her body still burned with the strange sensation to be filled. Her mouth was watering for it.

From above, Spike watched on n suspense. Fluttershy and he had been close, but never this intimate. While her one hoof trailed along his surface, her other pushed her mane back over her shoulder, freeing her face.

One thought and one thought only repeated in the dragon's mind: 'Is she actually going to put it in her mouth?'

And that she fucking did.

Spike wasn't expecting it to happen so fucking suddenly, but Fluttershy's muzzle flew forward, and in kissing his flare, let it slip past her lips.

He wasn't even sure that shit was going to fucking fit, but little did he know that Fluttershy was the god damn champion at stuffing enormous stuff in her mouth.

Spike arched his body as a tingle came from his cock and shot along his spine. He could feel his head inside her maw, her saliva coating his shaft.

"Nnnngh..." Spike clenched his eyes. "So goooooood."

Fluttershy smiled from between his legs, sliding further along his shaft. There wasn't a particular taste to his cock—a pinch of salt and not much else.

But for whatever reason, sucking him off filled her. Having his meat inside her mouth was enough to sustain her heat, but even then she couldn't get enough of him.

Fluttershy pushed further down on his cock, resting her hooves on his thighs for support. His tip scratched at the back of her throat; she only had half of him inside her!

"Whatever you do," Spike began to say, placing a claw on the back of her head, "don't stop."

Fluttershy smiled at the praise, and much more than that, having her Spikey actually touch her! For so long she'd been this innocent doll; now she was having her head rocked while she sucked his cock.

Fluttershy tried to keep with the momentum. Tightening her soft lips along his girth, she would slide her head back, falling away till only his tip remained inside—all just to slam her muzzle forward.

Spike was moaning as his body was convulsing. He flicked his hips every now again, throwing his crotch into the face of his marefriend, delighting in every contact.

"Nmmmh! I... I need more!"

Fluttershy felt her throat clench with every bob of his cock, his tip reaching closer and closer to the back of her throat. She knew all of him wasn't going to fit in her, but at the same time, she didn't want to disappoint her drakefriend.

So Fluttershy got creative. Using her tongue she swirled it along his cock, licking the spots that evoked deeper groans from him.

And it worked. She could feel something wet and hot dribbling on her tongue; the liquid was thicker than milk, tasting strangely like a spicy mint.

Spike was persistent with his thrusts and strong with hold. He made sure to keep a light pressure applied to the back of her head, just enough to give him control over her.

It was so dirty. All of it. Just this morning his kind Fluttershy could barely manage to kiss him on the lips, but with the illusion of innocence now torn away, he couldn't get enough of fucking her tight muzzle.

He hadn't realized how badly he needed this—just how much he'd been repressing his fantasies. He thought their relationship would be purely romantic. He was even willing to forgo sex just to be with this mare.

But now they have found a new aspect of their relationship that the two enjoyed greatly.

Spike felt his cock beginning to ache as his balls churned with sperm. The feeling of Fluttershy suck him off was enough to sustain his arousal, but as he climbed toward his climax, the simple act of bobbing up and down his length wasn't e enough.

"I'm... close, Shy," Spike said through clenched teeth. "But I need you—nngnngh—to take all of me."

Fluttershy's eyes widened at the request. Seconds later, they narrowed in determination. She wasn't expecting to go all the way on her first time, but in wanting to make her love proud, let his tip poke against the back of her throat.

At once she gagged out of reflex but was able to slide his length down her tight throat. She pulled back to breathe and cough—which caused Spike to look down at her in concerned.

"Are you—oh my!"

Fluttershy slammed down into his crotch again, taking his full length into the silky walls of her throat. She could only keep him there for a few seconds, but that was enough to get the job done.

Spike arched his back as he rocked his hips forward, thrusting his cock in and out of his marefriend's throat. His cock shuddered as euphoria tingled throughout his body.

"F-Fluttershy!"

His cock flared from inside her throat, shooting globes of his cum down into her stomach, warming her from the inside out.

Spike himself panted from the exertion, quickly pulling out from the soft lips. He collapses onto the couch, riding out the waves of his bliss.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

Spike was breathing too heavily to reply, gazing down at his marefriend. She sat next to him on the couch, wiping her lips.

"Best day... of my... whole life."

Fluttershy giggled, snuggling underneath his left arm, which draped over her. "So you're not upset over work anymore?"

"What happened at work?"

Fluttershy giggled all the more, placing her head on his chest. Her skin and fur were still all so heated, but she felt filled for the time being, enjoying the rise and drops of his body.

After a few moments, an idea occurred to her.

"Hey... Spike?"

"Yeah?"

"You're over me being innocent now, right?"

"Oh, big time."

Fluttershy smiled, and after that, she smirked.

"So how do you feel about returning the favor?"

Author's Note

I was fucking the dog at work—and then an idea fucked me even harder.

What if Fluttershy gave a blowjob to a dragon, along with the minuscule theme of shattering innocence in order to develop a relationship even further?

So I whipped out my phone (anything else would have been work-unfriendly) and started writing. Got bored near the end. My bad folks.