Fluttershy's First Carpet Munching (And Spike's Too!)
Fluttershy's First Carpet Munching (And Spike's Too!)
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“M-Mind passing the salt?”
Fluttershy sat on the other side of the table, gazing down into her bowl of soup. “Please get it yourself, Spike.”
Spike gulped. “But, uh, you're closer to it.”
“And I'm also the one who doesn't want the salt.” Fluttershy glared up at him for a second, using her wing to lift the spoon inside her bowl, bringing it before her lips. “You're the one who wants the salt, and you're the one who's going to stand up to get the salt.”
“Alright alright! I'll get it myself.” Spike held up his claws as she stood up, coming along the side of the table to its middle. Then, ever so slowly, he reached for the tin-shakers as though it were ready to explode. “See? I'm doing it myself.”
“Aren't you just a grown boy.”
Spike sighed before his claws could even grace the shaker. He shook his head and rested his claws atop the wood, looking over at his mare. “C'mon Shy, what's up with all the cheap shots?”
“What cheap shots?” Fluttershy asked with the blink of her eyes, smiling back at him. “Oh! Do you mean the cheap shot from last night? You know, the one you shot all over my mouth and couch?”
“Hey! Don't give me that!” Spike stood back up and crossed his arms. “We both know I did a heck of a job cleaning you two up!” Silence reigned the air for only a second, before he subsequently shook his head. “And you're not even mad about that anyway!”
“Oh?” Fluttershy replied as she sat up straight in her chair. “So I'm mad now, am I?”
“I'd say so!”
“What am I mad about then?”
“You're mad about... you're mad about... well, y'know, what h-happened and all that...”
“I'm afraid I can't hear you so well, Spike.” Fluttershy's smile turned sinister while she crossed her forelegs over her furry chest. “Can you try speaking up? Because it sounded like you were talking about what didn't happen last night.”
“That wasn't my fault!”
“It wasn't now?” Fluttershy kept glaring at him during the whole exchange, but this, this cause her to scoot her chair back. She turned and hopped down from her seat, landing on all four hooves. “So who's fault was it then, Mister Dragon?”
“It was... it was!”
Spike had no choice but to grip his throat and almost strangle himself. The cute little yellow pegasus walked alongside the wooden table, so small and her hoofsteps adorable, but that look, that glint in her eyes and the glare in her stare—she made his heart pound like it was scraping its way out from his chest.
“So who was it, Spike?” Fluttershy said after the clop of her hooves, causing the dragon to step back with each and every one. “Who was it that stopped you from returning the favor? Who said it wasn't okay to help me relieve some stress?” She giggled in such a way that gave inmates in insane asylums a run for their money. “If you think court is stressful, then let me tell you, turning a whole forest of animals isn't a walk in the park either!”
“I-I never said that it wasn't!” Spike cried with his claws held up with palms out again. “You're a harder worker than me on any day of the week! A-And I'm happy that you helped me out last night!”
“So who stopped you from being happy enough to help me out last night?!”
Spike tried to take another step back but found that he couldn't. Looking over his shoulder, his back pressed against the wall—the door was five feet to his right. He looked back down at the mare at his feet, not even coming up to his hip.
He looked back to the door, and closing his eyes, knew escape to be impossible.
“It was me.” Spike opened his eyes again, gazing down at Fluttershy with an expression of defeat. “I was the one that stopped myself from helping you out last night.”
“Figured as much.” Fluttershy tilted her muzzle up and closed her eyes. “Next time, you should just say that in the first place.”
“I tried telling you this morning!” Spike said as he crouched to the ground. They were now on eye-level. “But you just ignored me and shut the door.” He sighed and, taking some risk, reached out his claw, bringing it close, all so dangerously close to Fluttershy's cheek. “Look. Last night... I-I-I freaked out, okay! I didn't mean to do that to ya.”
Fluttershy opened her eyes but kept her muzzle tilted up. “That doesn't excuse what you did.”
“I know it doesn't.” Spike held the claw inches away from her cheek, something which she saw, but made no mention of. “Nothing I can say excuse what I did—only explain it.” He brought the claw to her cheek, soft fur conforming around his palm, which sunk into the soft skin underneath. “Think you'd be willing to listen to me?”
Fluttershy's body shivered at the contact, and though she looked ready to pull away, instead sunk a little further into his hold. She blushed, and she lowered her eyelids. “I... I only ran out on you because you ran out on me last night.”
“I know you did,” Spike replied. “And I don't hold it against you either. I just got... I just got scared last night, alright?”
Fluttershy blinked and made eye-contact with him again. “Scared? What did you have to be scared about?” She blinked a few more times as the blush on her cheeks grew wider. “Oh no. I didn't mess up the... the... t-the b-b-blow j-ob, d-did I?”
“What? No!” Spike used the moment to bring the claw on her cheek to behind and around her neck. He pulled her body close against his chest, letting her chin rest on his shoulder while he hugged her tightly. “You were wonderful last night, Fluttershy.”
He dropped his other claw on the top of her head, using his digits to stroke down her pink, silky mane. “I know I can't say how well you did last night because, well, y'know, that was both our first times—but it was great for me, and that's all really matters.” Spike quickly shook his head, hating himself sometimes. “Er, how about you! Did you, uh, hehe, enjoy it at all?”
He let Fluttershy slip out from his hold, the two standing and sitting face to face. She smiled at him. “It was... d-different from what I was expecting. I-I mean, getting to see your... cock was pretty exciting, a-and sucking it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.”
“Wait.” Spike shook his head. “You thought my dick would have been bad?”
“There's a good chance it might have tasted bad, Spike,” Fluttershy said with a playful roll of her eyes. “Genitalia isn't supposed to taste good, so I went into it thinking that.” After a second, her eyes went blank, a giggle slipped through her lips, and her blush failed to go away. “But you were just so cute when I had you in my mouth! It was like I could control you with every flick of my tongue.”
Spike chuckled. “Can't say you're far off with that one.”
Fluttershy smiled. “But I did enjoy myself, Spike. You... I... we were finally getting somewhere together.” She lifted her foreleg and let the hoof rest on his left shoulder, using that to lean closer to his muzzle. “You've always had trouble checking me out, and now, we were finally doing something... sexually with each other!”
“I know, I know.” Spike brought his claw to her hoof, resting it on top of it. “I'm a big ol' wimp. I should have made a move sooner. I should have—“
Fluttershy pressed her other hoof against his lips, smiling. “You should have done a lot of things, Spike. And I should have done a lot of things as well.” She pulled her hoof back, but this time, laid it on his right thigh. “We're still very new at this, and we have a lot to learn!”
“Ain't that truth.” Spike took a moment to stare into the beautiful face of Fluttershy, at the soft yellow fur that covered her face, at the firm lips that tucked inside her mouth so cutely and, most importantly of all, at her blue eyes, fragile and strong at the same time, a gaze that always threatened to steal his vision away. “Celestia, how did I ever end up with a mare like you?”
Fluttershy lowered her muzzle as her mane swept over her face. “Because I was the one that asked you out.”
“Probably wouldn't have happened any other way,” Spike said with a heavy tone, clenching his eyes momentarily. “Guess I need to start making up for that then, don't I?”
Fluttershy went to lift her muzzle, but instead, felt a claw on her chin doing that for her. Pink strands still obscured her vision, but they were gently pushed away by a pair of digits, letting her see the face of her handsome drake.
Spike smiled back at her. His green eyes, even in the afternoon sun, still glowed and were always piercing. They were scary sometimes. Wherever he looked, his gaze and his stare were always intense without meaning to be—but when he caught himself, when he shook his head and closed his eyes, when they re-opened again, they were soft and filled with a kindness Fluttershy saw in no other.
He may not have realized it, but to Fluttershy, she thought herself equally as lucky to be with him.
Spike let his smile fade away and his eyes to slowly close. He brought himself forward, and Fluttershy, smiling only for a second, also closed her eyes, letting her chin be held up while firm and scaly lips came down on her own—a contact that guaranteed bliss for both.
Spike could never get enough of it. Her lips were softer than any pillow, and unlike those pillows, her lips always kissed back. Every inch of him was always hard to the touch, his scales especially, and that went double for his lips—but when they touched hers, when they meshed against hers: it made him feel psychically fragile for once in his life.
It'd taken more than just courage to kiss Fluttershy the first time. They agreed to date before their first kiss. They waited for it and waited for it. It was always bound around the next corner, around the next week, an event neither of them would forget. It took only a few weeks for them to get used to each other in a romantic sense, but Spike still couldn't bear to be the one to steal Fluttershy's first kiss.
So one morning, while seated at the table having breakfast, Fluttershy came over with the milk, and, upon pouring the liquid into his bowl of cereal, leaned right in and stole a kiss from his lips. She'd look pent-up and confused on the way over, and once she had his lips, she subsequently dropped the milk and leaped on him.
The chair had fallen back, but the two were too lost to the embrace to care.
The pegasus and the dragon were lost now and cared about the same. They had broken the kiss just seconds ago, pulling away and breathing heavily, eyes of emerald and sapphire locked on each other.
Spike didn't waste another second as he threw himself at her again. He kissed her lips while the rest of his body leaned against her own, slowly and softly pushing her down, all while bringing an arm to her lower back to assist in her descent.
Fluttershy didn't seem to mind as she let her eyes drift shut. She focused on the kiss, mashing her lips against his firm ones, taste him more and more, becoming playful enough to nip at his bottom lip with her teeth. She did it again. Then again. And again. Sometimes tugging—wanting more from her dragon.
Fluttershy felt a tingling shiver shoot down her spine while her back was laid on the wooden floor. While her lips were being occupied, she could feel his claws touching along her sides, rubbing her fur and scratching at her skin—making it all so sensitive to his every touch.
Spike didn't know why he suddenly got so touchy, but right now, his claws laid on Fluttershy's sides, and he couldn't get enough of the contact. He brushed his digits up along her belly, feeling her shift and giggle during their course. Heat radiated from underneath her skin.
He pulled out of the kiss for a second. “Getting excited, are we?”
Fluttershy answered by lurching her back and retaking his lips. At once, her the tip of her tongue prodded against his lips, and with a roll of his eyes, he opened his mouth, letting her tongue explore the recces of his maw.
She moaned as her tongue flicked over his fangs. Every inch, from the inside of his cheeks to his teeth, had to be tasted for her desire. But that exploration didn't go according to plan. Spike's tongue shot out and around her own, and though it was smaller, it was long enough to wrap around her wet muscle.
Outside of her mouth, Spike's claws kept working up her body. His digits rubbed small circles just above her belly, sometimes crossing over to the fur on her chest, feeling and scratching and sometimes grabbing at her flesh. Never before did Fluttershy have her body feel so appreciated, and right now, she wanted every inch of her to feel the same way.
Spike couldn't see anything with his eyes closed, but every sensation and pleasure was magnified because of it. His claws couldn't get enough of the feeling of fur matched with soft skin. He rubbed all along her body, stroking faster and harder, trying to capture more and more of the feeling of her body.
But then a hoof laid on Spike's claw. His heart leaped at the touch, and for a second, he thought he was being pushed off. He opened his eyes only to gaze down into the blue ones of Fluttershy's, which held a glint he'd seen just the night before.
Looking down her body, he saw her hoof, guiding his claw down from his chest and to her belly, and from there, off to the side. She'd pushed him off without looking angry and, for whatever reason, kept his other claw on his chest.
Spike went to break the kiss to voice his confusion when suddenly, the answer to it became apparent in the next thing he felt. His cheeks burned pink at the touch. Something stirred from his crouch.
Fluttershy had guided his claw to her right flank, and, having laid his palm on it, pushed the claw into it. She held him there for a few seconds while she stared at him.
Spike's tongue went loose from around Fluttershy's tongue, and because of that, she brought the weight of it down on his, pinning it to the ground of his maw. She giggled into his mouth as she explored the back of his teeth, all while tongue flicked and struggled underneath her own, doing its best not to be subdued.
Spike himself took a moment to comprehend his surrounding. He blinked repeatedly, his body going hot and his breathing heavy, vision on the verge of going black. Instinctively, his claw curled around Fluttershy's right flank, kneading her softness without meaning too.
Yet Fluttershy moaned anyway, and she had pulled away from her hoof.
Spike blinked and loosened his claw, letting her flank fall into his palm again, before squeezing her cheek and having it fill between his digits. He did it again and again, enjoying just how plush and supple her ass felt against his palm. He kept feeling her up. He kept squeezing her ass until his cock began to ache from inside his crotch.
Mmmhmm, ah, uh, s-shit. Spike's thoughts caused his eyes to open, to gaze down at her flanks and watch his claw at work. H-Holy crap, I'm actually feeling up her rump! He wanted to shake his head, but was struggling to win his tongue back from Fluttershy. Oh boy, we're not taking this too far, right?
Spike's claw switched from squeezing to rubbing her right cheek up and down, delighting in how brushed and flatten into his palm. Oh fuck it.
The two were so lost in their passion that neither had noticed that Fluttershy's wings had begun to unfurl. With every passing second that her body was felt up, her wings stretched further and further out—until they slammed into the legs of the chair Spike had been sitting at and knocked it over to the ground.
The large thud of the chair hitting the ground startled them both.
Spike broke the kiss at the sound and pulled away from her body. He looked around to the source, seeing the fallen chair, and sighed in relief. Looking down, Fluttershy laid on her back and had her front exposed, pulling her forelegs over her muzzle and hiding her face.
Spike went to say something but couldn't. He just kept breathing through his mouth, feeling every scale on his body burn with a sensation he hadn't felt before. So he leaned down and over the pegasus's body, bringing his lips to her throat, kissing and nipping at her skin.
Fluttershy felt his ministrations at once. She moved her forelegs away; though strands of mane still covered her eye, she saw her dragon pressing his lips against her collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses over her body. She moaned at each and every one, biting her bottom lips whenever he nipped at her skin.
“S-Spike?” Fluttershy managed to say through her pants. “W-What are you doing?”
Spike didn't bother to reply—he'd spoken enough with words and excuses. Right now, down on Fluttershy's stomach, he was in the action, expressing just how much he appreciated her body, how much he loved her character.
No matter how immersed he was in his kisses, his heart wouldn't stop beating in his ears. His stomach was hollow, and his veins were cold. He'd lost himself during their little make-out session, and now, now he could see how quickly things were developing—and how much that scared the shit out of him.
Just last night he couldn't check out Fluttershy's ass without feeling like he'd go to hell for doing so, and now, after receiving his first blow job, now he was feeling up that same thick rump that was the impression to an extended shower. It had felt better than his imagination dared to dream—supple but firm, soft to the touch.
Didn't help that he felt wrong about it the whole time. None of it made sense! Spike nipped at Fluttershy's belly a little harder than he should have at the thought, cursing both himself and his fangs. Fangs. Dragon fangs. Another aspect of himself that caused him endless grief: Fluttershy was fragile yet dating a dragon.
A dragon like him.
A dragon that could hurt her.
Cool it, Spike, Spike thought to himself as he reached her crotch, letting his lips press where it was safe to buy himself some time. You've been good so far around you. She didn't even wince at your nips. Just... play it cool.
But it was hard to play it cool when insecurity coursed endlessly through his mind. It hated him. His body hated him too. While every sense he had was overloaded by the pleasure of Fluttershy's body, his mind worked in reversed to criticize him for feeling her up the way he did.
It didn't make sense! It never made any sense.
Spike kept kissing between her thighs, still playing it safe, staying away from the slope of her crotch. She wanted this. Fluttershy had leaned her head against the floor and moaned at her very touch. Without any doubt, she wanted this—all of this and all of him.
Though Spike's mind didn't see it that way.
Spike's mind saw him as dangerous and wanting, while placing innocence on Fluttershy—the fragile mare he could shatter with the wrong touch. Every day since their relationship began, his mind showed him the ways how it could end. Spike needed to keep his distance. He needed to keep himself in check.
But Fluttershy didn't want that. She hated the fact that he saw her as innocence, that she was her own mare, with her individual needs, and that she wasn't ashamed of her own sexuality. While jokes about sex still made her cheeks blush, she still wanted for Spike to check her out, to feel her up, to go all the way with her.
Fluttershy wasn't innocent. It was Spike who had put that on her, who had restrained himself because of his own thoughts, and only because of last night, was set free by actually listening to Fluttershy's feelings. They were here now, feeling each other up, leading somewhere... somewhere that scared Spike.
He needed a break. He needed to pause for a second, to think everything over, get his feelings in check, quickly talk with Fluttershy and make sure she was okay, then decide what should happen next—if anything should happen next.
But his body, his body was on fire. Spike was gone from the world and in a space only with his mare. He didn't want this feeling to end, for this warmth to go away. Breaking this moment itself felt wrong, and that only confused him more.
And then, after a few more kisses, Spike realized something. He realized something that put his mind at ease and let his heart beat freely without paining him. In that second, Spike realized that thinking only made with for doubt, and that, by just doing, he was bound to discover more, try something new, and take a fucking risk in his life.
Spike kisses at the crotch as the fur ticked his lips. He went lower and lower, following the slope of her crotch, feeling strands of her tail sometimes flick against his cheek. At all times, his eyes were open, knowing exactly what he was about to see.
And when he did, he had to fight himself from passing out then and there.
The fur of Fluttershy's perfect little pussy brushed against his lips. Her vulva was slick, wet from her juices, a trickle dripping from the bottom of her snatch. The scent, oh Celestia the musk! Strong and thick, making his prick become slick.
“O-Oh... y-you're... actually down there.” Spike glanced over the slope of her crotch and across the expanse of her torso, where he locked eyes with hers. Fluttershy laid with her back up, gazing down at him with her right eye covered by the waterfall of her mane. “Are you okay?”
“I'm perfectly fine!” Spike exclaimed as he kept deadly still. “I mean, this isn't the first time I've looked at a girl's... y'know, p-pussy before.” He chuckled, inhaling her air into his lungs. “Just a pussy, that's all.”
“And exactly when was the last time you've seen one?”
Spike let his head drop. “Inside a magazine.”
Fluttershy arched an eyebrow.
“Anatomy textbook.” Spike looked back down at her crotch. “Twilight left it open one night. Gotta say, yours definitively looks like the real thing.” He tucked his lips inward and pierced his fangs through the flesh. “Pretend that I didn't say that, and I'll do anything you want me to.”
“Anything?”
“I owe you that much. Y'know, all things considering.”
The ground creaked. Spike looked up to see his mare leaning forward, bringing her hoof to his cheek, smiling at him. “Pick me up, Spikey, and bring me to the bedroom.”
Spike chuckled—he always did that whenever he was afraid. “Alright then.”
