Better Known for its Acronym
The soothing air of the afternoon drifted throughout the village, caressing in its way a humble cottage: the home of the shy Pegasus known as Fluttershy. The flowers and leaves dancing through the air added to the beauty and melancholy held by the sunset. The day was almost done, and so were most of the errands of Fluttershy's current visitor, Spike the dragon.
Said dragon let himself rest in the living room, laying his back on a red puff while his hands rested assure on his belly. Fluttershy was in front of him, on the green sofa that she loved so much, or so it seemed by the looks of its impeccable features even though more animals had set their paws on it than she could even remember.
A silver plate with two cups of warm tea stood on the table between them, along with a notebook and a pink pencil with several bite marks on its sides. Fluttershy had looked at the steam coming from the cups for more than a minute now, still anxious to start the ordeal that she had planned for weeks. Spike was accustomed to quietness during the tea parties with his friend; a bit of silence wasn't bothering him in the least, yet, he found the necessity to express something.
“I forgot how well it feels to just lay down after a good day of work. First an assistant, then an ambassador, and now I work for the school too. Boy the stress is consuming me.” Spike exclaimed, sighing with more content than exhaustion before smiling at Fluttershy. He couldn't hide it even if his life depended on it, he was proud of his new titles. “Thanks Flutters, I really needed some time,” he added, his humble nature speaking for him.
Fluttershy gathered some strength from the gratitude of her friend and moved the conversation along with a confident tone, “it's always a pleasure to help a friend, Spike,” she then recoiled back, her cheeks shading themselves red as the heat of her true intentions made her tone more ashamed, “but, actually... well it's funny since you mentioned the school... because...” Fluttershy fiddled with her mane, an act that often made her trail off from the conversation, or give her just enough time to gather more inner strength, “well... I wanted to ask you a favor.”
Spike’s fins fidgeted just as his brows crossed in intrigue at the mare, “sure, anything for you Fluttershy,” he answered with not an ounce of hesitation present in his eyes, and a distinctive joy in his voice that only served to fuel Fluttershy's shame.
“Oh, Spike, you didn't even let me tell you what the favor was about!” Fluttershy’s fiddling hoofs augmented their speed, and so did her pounding heart, “it's so cute that you always are ready to help others... so selfless, and generous, so... innoce-” Fluttershy shook her head to the sides in a blurring motion.
“What was that?” Spike asked mildly dumbfounded.
Fluttershy jolted upwards with a little squeak, and after quickly assembling her thoughts back, moved to fill Spike’s cup. “Nothing, I just got a random shiver. Here Spike—”she handled the cup to him”—we wouldn't like the tea to cold down.”
“Of course we won't,” Spike affirmed before taking a sip from the drink, who’s aroma alone served to make his face turn to something between joy and pleasure before he could even process the taste of the beverage. “Good Celestia, I’ve forgotten how good you are at making these.”
“Thanks,” she replied not as shy as she used to, mostly because her previous experience with tea parties made her more confident about her abilities. “As I was...”
Fluttershy’s next words were now imprisoned, held against the feelings provided by the sight in front of her. Spike was so lost in the tea that he had forgotten several things about his posture, like his stretched legs, or that the gap between his lower scales was showing, or how some of the tea was slipping down, all the way down to his groin. Fluttershy once again relied on brushing her hair with her hoof to retain some form of self-control. “W-Well...” she stammered, her thoughts too drifted to create a logical sentence.
“Hmmm,” Spike hummed before slurping the rest of his tea, an action that finally pulled Fluttershy out to reality. She squeaked faintly, her eyes turning back up to the drake’s face.
“I- I want to know more about dragons...” she said with a trembling smile. Spike stared at her, intrigued at first but shortly after he shrugged and beckoned her to move on.
Fluttershy nodded and continued, her mouth still unsteady, “Since the school of friendship started I had been curious about all the new creatures, not that it's known that I was already interested in dragons but... I think this is the best time for getting to know them better.”
The drake pulled his brows to the sky once again, a claw coming up to his aid in the confusing situation before him. He scratched his chin, thinking for a moment the reasons not behind her question, but the ones that made her evade the simplest of solutions. He was an expert on the matter of dragons as much as all the books in Equestria where, did she forgot to search the library first?
Maybe she didn't know about that fact, or maybe she wasn't even aware of the books about dragons resting in the castle. This and more suggestions, along with the effects of the tea, made the drake's mind trail down to a line of thoughts that only served to keep his mind running. It took the shy mare three powerful shouts— which came after an innumerable amount of less noisy attempts — to make the drake return to the world. "What? Eh, ahm..." he blurted out, "And why don’t you go to the castle? There are a lot of books about dragons there. Well there isn’t that much information anyway, the smoldering process for example, is never mentioned in the book," he mustered out while looking at his own wings, disappointment slithering through his tone at the fact that he ended up not being as helpful as he expected.
“Uhm, well I think that the best way to know about certain things are through experimentation,” Fluttershy said, with a certain humming in her tone, “besides, any kind of information you’ve lived through will be helpful too,” she added with a smile which swelled with confidence by the second.
Spike eyes shot up just at the same time his wing puffed up, “That is right! We'll be the first ones to write about this so future dragons can know what to expect and do,” Spike exclaimed, his claws already searching for the notebook, yet Fluttershy took it first.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be the one writing this time, you said you wanted to take a rest right?” she proposed, the dragon nodded and accepted the idea. “What if we start with the smell? It made me curious the first time I caught a sniff of it while looking for some things in the storage room.”
“Yeah…” Spike immediately scratched the back of his head with uneasiness on his eyes, “from what I could see at the time, the smell comes from the swollen scales, it’s a smell that’s hard to describe but Pinkie Pie commented something about a specific combination of food that made the same smell, you should ask her about it.”
“Would you ,—”she wrote some words at the bottom of the page“—Do you think that the smell had some kind of meaning through the process?”
“Not in the least,” he stated, mildly angry, “that rotten smell just made me an easy target for predators; besides that, it only served to make ponies stay away from me,” he explained.
“Predator,” Fluttershy eyes shimmered, “that is… interesting…”
Spike took the chance to explain the different animals attracted to the smell. Not noticing in the process the shine coming from the mare’s fangs. Fluttershy didn’t notice either; her attention was more in the notes and her inner thoughts than how her body was reacting to them.
“It’s a shame…” she interrupted, “it would be nice to have some of those scales. I guess they all fell after the molt ended, right? ”
Spike blushed, her fins fiddling between his claws, “Uhm… well, I still have a few between my back and the start of my tail,” Fluttershy stood up from his seat, “ahm, you want to smell it? I don’t recommend it though.”
Fluttershy’s previous anxiety had disappeared, replaced now by an odd look in her eyes, which was more focused, determined, hungry…
“Don’t you worry, Spike. It’s all for academic purpose,” she said, her tone and strode serene. Not waiting for an answer, she moved herself to the back of Spike’s puff and bent it so she could have a good look at the back of the drake. Spike shyness increased, yet he didn’t notice a single trail of weirdness in his current situation, neither had he imagined bad intentions coming from his friend. That is one of the disadvantages of living with a passive society.
All it took was a little sniff in the right area.
“Spike…” the notebook and pencil meet the ground, “I think, I’ll need to experiment a little more,” she pressed forward, making Spike fall to the ground with her on top.
“Ahg, that hurts!” he struggled, “Shy? That is-”
“A lot more!” she sniffed deeply, her ears twitching, fangs now at full display, eyes sharp as a reptile and red as garnet, “Remember Spike this is for the greater good.”
Fluttershy stomped the drakes wings down, making him growl in mild pain. “Fluttershy?! What the buck is wrong with you?” he shouted.
That call finally resonated with the mare inside the monster; Fluttershy jumped back in realization of her own outburst. “goodness,” She looked at herself, her rough fur, her nose now more sensitive, she didn’t need anything more to realize what had happened to her, “So that is why I was so…”
“Fluttershy… is that you?” Spike asked dumbfounded while turning around, “You are a batpony again…”
Fluttershy’s ears folded back, her eyes seemingly searching for an excuse on the floor, “I’m sorry Spike, I lied to you… since the beginning,” she confessed, the feeling of retribution making her confident enough to look the drake in the eyes, “I have had these odd feeling inside me since a couple of weeks ago, it all started with your molting. I craved to know more about you, and then being near you… then…” she breathed, “then touch you, feel you. Taste you.”
Her eyes sparkled with a hungry shine, “at least now it makes sense to me, I am a predator, and your smell taunted me ever since the first smell of it,” She licked her lips, “not everything is a lie though, I really want to know more about you, and write it down if it’s useful for others.”
Spike gripped the carpet below him, his eyes only focused on the mare before him. His friend needed help, that monster inside her needed to be stopped before it could corrupt her host.
Fluttershy stepped forward.
Spike’s feet shivered on the floor, his eyes still focused on the mare and her dazzling crimson eyes. The hunger was evident by the way her eyes shimmered; he was everything she wanted. “Dragon’s aren’t that tasty,” he stuttered, “Shy, come on…” the pain in his wings disappeared yet he couldn’t move them.
Fluttershy’s breathing became more ragged.
“You can defeat that monster, I know this isn’t you!” Spike stammered.
“Spike…” drool trailed down from her mouth, “why haven’t you escaped already?”
The drake stood cold, his breathing ceased for a second, and a pressure made itself clear in his chest. He couldn’t glance away from her, his body didn’t respond, even his hearing seemed to have been lost because the previous idle sound coming from the birds and the river from outside was gone. It was just him and her.
“It’s because I’m scared that’s all…”
Fluttershy moved forward, sharp red eyes meeting green ones, “You have run away from fearsome creatures before.”
“Yeah? Well that is because…” Spike stood in thought for a while, and Fluttershy took that as an opportunity to step forward once again. “Stop right there!”
“I’m sorry Spike, I can’t,” Fluttershy said before cleaning the drool off of her mouth, “I’m honest on this Spike...” Her fur and wings quivered , “I… I-”
The drake gulped. The words from his friend were so strong that it boomed inside his head.
‘I want you.’
Fluttershy was finally on him again, the smell from before capturing her self-control. She took the dragon’s head and started breathing in the aroma coming from his neck. Spike quivered at the act, his wings stretching to his full length.
“Ahm… this is not what you think…” Spike said, his body trembling, “You are just taking advantage that as a boy I get-”
“You want this too, right?” Fluttershy offered. Spike gulped once again, “Don’t you worry, Spike I won’t say anything, we are just doing this for the sake of knowledge and curiosity after all, right?”
Spike glanced off, his check’s now pink. He exposed his neck to his friend a little more; Fluttershy didn’t hesitate, her long tongue travelling down through the inviting neck. The drake huffed and moaned softly, his hand rapidly muting him afterwards. Fluttershy’s frenzy got worse because of it; she kissed the drake, smelled him, licked and sucked his exposure. Her breathing became erratic, her dazzling batpony eyes were slowly turning normal once again, and her fur felt less abrasive for the drake.
The passionate mare moved forward while taking more of the drake on her way down. Spike was now resting on his back; his wings at his sides, and his body at the mercy of his kidnapper. His moans and wheezes got her attention and made Fluttershy pause for a moment to take a look at the drake.
Spike looked back at her for a brief second. With red painting his scales, he hastily averted his eyes, “so… how was it?” he mumbled, his body shaking and his wings stretched to full length.
Fluttershy recoiled back, the hunger and lust slowly releasing their hold on her.
“Delightful,” she breathed deeply, “I want another taste of it…” she took another breath, her half lidded eyes showing her calmer than before.
As she recovered her breath the image below her became more clear, and with it, more wrong for her. She was on top of one of her best friends and had just done lascivious things to him. The guilt started to rise inside her, this wasn’t a mere reaction to her batpony curse, no one would believe her if she kept with this act without looking like that hideous monster. She needed an excuse.
“Uhm… Flutter?” Spike faintly asked, making the mare jolt in surprise and let her inner thoughts travel to the more reckless of her options.
Taking another sniff from the drake’s swollen scales.
Fluttershy hurried herself to the drake’s crotch, she was in such a fuss in fact that she didn’t notice where she had laid her own privates. A muffled shout was the only thing she perceived before the intoxicating smell filled her lungs.
The poor dragon struggled his way towards air, the mare’s flank proved itself a worthy and mouthful opponent. He managed to get his nose out and breathe, yet his mouth was still trapped near the—puffing—lowers lips of his friend.
Well, it has been fun and all but… Spike thought, his breathing steady. If we go further… we will be crossing a line… a line that will make me… he breathed another warm puff of air.
I need to calm myse… Spike claws took the mare’s flank with a tight grip and slowly pressed them down. Maybe… maybe I really don’t need Rarity…
Fluttershy's mental dazzling trip was interrupted by a sudden intruder breaching through her gates. Her hooves trembled as the intruder made his way in, swelling inside her hall, flickering and tainting her walls, piercing through her core. “S-Spike… That.. th-”
Spike pressed more, breathed deeply and then recoiled his long tongue out of his friend’s marehood. Slurping sounds following the whole act. Fluttershy moaned in delight “more… please continue...” she begged; her flanks raising just enough to present herself to the drake, who watched dreamily at the product of his job, a soaked and trembling pussy “this…” she moaned, her fangs showing off again, her tongue growing taller and reaching out to taste the sinfulness expelled from them, “I craved this~”.
Spike reached up and kissed his friends lower lip, “Flutter…” he breathed, “I want to investigate… further…” He proposed before doing something that the mare was soon to relish.
Spike took both sides of the gap in his crotch, stretching the entrance while his pink rod emerged from within. Fluttershy’s saliva bathed the dragonhood while this grew. Her expression turned lustful and desperate. She licked her lips more than once, yet she couldn’t contain the drool. Acting on pure instinct, she introduced the drake’s dick into her mouth before it could fully grow.
“So… so soft…” Spike moaned. His hips started thrusting upwards as he took the mare by her flanks, ready to resume his earlier job. At the mere feeling of the drake’s tongue the mare quivered, her mouth releasing muffled pants. Spike pressed his mouth and tongue forward at the same time his dick thrusted in and out of the sloppy mouth of his friend.
“Tasty, so tas-”She gagged, her lolling tongue tasting out the drake in each thrust. “I need more- so hung- hungry, keep thrustin-“ she pleaded as her throat became more and more accustomed to the drake’s rod with each shove. The smell coming out of the drake, his tasteful meat, the slippery tongue thrashing with her senses and breaking her already corrupted mind. It only took her a short time to find her climax; to sit up and press down her quivering body, releasing a wheezing shout.
Spike felt how the inner walls of Fluttershy’s marehood tried to crush his tongue. The taste of her juices leaking out made his dick throb and grow a little more, as if it tried to get the attention of the mare who released him after she came. Spike’s eyes showed pain, yet his raised hips and pumping member only showed desperation. “shyw…” he stammered, “pwease… iwm sow cowse” he managed to plead.
The mare somehow was able to hear his cries even though her mind was more focused on breathing. She clumsily turned to face the dragon before letting her crotch to meet his. The mere contact made by her lips made the drake rub his member against the slippery flesh.
Fluttershy, still aloof inside her head because of the fatigue, couldn’t help but get lost at the sight of the drake. His red checks, his cute moans, the hot puffs of air being released from within his mouth, his quivering wings… his pre-cum leaking and soaking his chest, the bumps in his dick making her more aroused, his cute little face that asked for attention; to be loved, to caress him.
She let herself rest on top of him, their faces just inches away, his pre soaking her fur, and his member rubbing more than just her marehood. Spike was too single minded in his act to fully acknowledge the caressing kisses that Fluttershy was giving him, or how she guided his hands to her hips, all the while she shoved herself to the rhythm of his thrusting
“Shy I… I’m at my limit! Ahg!” Spike exclaimed as his body began to move erratically, shaking with each trust until his pulsating member pumped it’s cum outside, his liquids staining both the mare’s coat and his own scales.
The warm sensation made the mare moan slowly until she ran out of breath, her eyes closing at the immensity of the pleasure provided. The previous soreness from her climax was now a vague memory, replaced by a new found craving for being taken.
“Spike… I, I know you just came but…” she positioned her entrance just a top of Spike’s tip, cum still flowing from it, “I can’t resist any longer~ I need you!” she cooed before slowly pressing herself down.
The drake pleaded for mercy at first, arguing that he was too sensitive to start again so soon. The mare didn’t listen and shoved herself till her cervix enveloped his whole member. An echoing moan pierced through and out of the cottage, scaring the nearby birds resting near the pond.
Fluttershy was so focused in her act that she forgot to keep herself quite, and sooner than later that shout from before was accompanied with lustful moans. The drake for his part could only grip the carpet as his friend mounted him without mercy, his sore and leaking member pumping again, reading itself for a second climax.
“Flutter!” Spike finally managed to speak. “Please slow down! I’ll cum again if you keep going like, like that~!” He cooed at the end as the mare rubbed her hips against him.
“I’m sorry Spike!” She smiled smugly, “it’s the batpony within me, and I can’t do anything to help myself!” She then returned to impaling herself with her friend’s dragonhood. Her own climax was soon to emerge, she needed to keep her work so that the beast inside her would be satisfied.
Or at least that was her plan, the only problem with it was…
“But, you are not in your batpony form,” Spike stated between gritted teeth and clenched fists.
“What?” Jolted the mare, her pupils the size of a plate and her previous build up halting to a stop.
“Good Celestia, I can’t hold it anymore,” Spike panted, his whole body turning limp as another surge of cum erupted from his dick and made its way inside the mare.
Fluttershy’s previous shock, joined with the sudden warm torrent clashing inside her, made her shriek in a mix of surprise and pleasure, “Oh... oh! Ahh~” she cooed. Her hips restrained her friend’s member inside her, and as she set her hooves firmly on the ground, she looked at the panting dragon below her. Spike’s dragonhood kept pulsing with more juice; breeding the mare until a drooling smile crept in her.
She climaxed at some point in the whole ordeal, but the torrent flushing inside her was so potent that she couldn’t distinguish at which moment it happened. By the time she recovered her touch with reality, she found herself resting atop of Spike, a puddle of mixed liquids covering their privates, and a blissful smile on her friend.
“That… that was incredible…” she puffed. “Spike, I…” she avoided eye contact with the drake, “I’m sorry, I thought the beast was-”
Spike gripped the mare‘s flank, his member swelling once again, “ahm… shy, I think we shouldn’t jump to conclusions.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, her cheeks turning redder by the second and her breathing becoming more ragged as the drake caressed her flanks.
“Maybe your condition is so bad that your batpony instincts affect you even as a Pegasus,” he offered with a cocky smile, “What do you say if we…” he took the mare by the flank and laid it on his member, “investigate a little further?”
Fluttershy turned red as an apple, a quivering smile raising her lips, “yeah…” she stammered, “I think I feel the batpony, she- she is ordering me to do bad things Spike,” she said, her hips dancing to the sides, rubbing her clit on the drake’s rod.
“Then let’s take some more notes, shall we?”
Spike happily hummed on his way out of the castle, a bag filled to the brim with potions and scroll on his back. “Twilight! I just finished my chores!”
Said mare, Twilight Sparkle, was at the hall past the entrance, reading a book about the history of laws implemented in school through the years. In previous years she would be so oblivious to the world surrounding her that she would even forgot that she lived with a dragon, a bad habit she had managed to eradicate. “Excellent job Spike, Do you think you could help me with an essay later?” she shouted to the other side of the room.
“I’ll be heading to Fluttershy! If I manage to get done before noon I would be happy to help you,” he offered before opening the door.
“Oh, you have been going to her house a lot recently, something I should know about?” she shouted from the hall.
“Nothing to worry about, Twilight! We are just trying to find more about dragon culture…” he said, snickering lowly at the end so his friend couldn’t hear, “We call our meetings, F.A.P, which stands for: For Academic Purpose.”
“Oh! That sounds excellent, I hope you can tell me more about your discoveries when we get the time.” She cheered, the sound of hooves clapping echoing through the crystal walls, “I shouldn’t take out more of your time, you can go Spike!”
“See ya’ later Twi!” He exclaimed happily on his way out.
The sound of paws throttling down the dirt road soon accompanied Spike as he moved towards his new special friend.
Yeah… just for academic purpose, hehe … he thought, a radiant and lustful smile accompanying his red checks.
Author's Note
Thanks to ShadowSpider for helping me out with this. Give the guy a hug for me, he deserves better 
