Spike sat comfortably on the library couch, his eyes closed and mind shut. His arms laid lazily on the cushions while his wings spread behind him, grinning from the pure relaxation that fell on his shoulders from the time he got back into the castle.
The day had been pretty hectic for him from the morning to midday, and school wasn’t even in session. A beautiful Saturday in a town called Ponyville with its favorite dragon, who was willing to help anypony in need of his services, be it simple or complicated. He was always appreciated for it in some form of gratitude, even in ‘excessive’ ways. But all he wanted to do was just simply make the time he had count for something beneficial for him. All he had to do was ask permission from Twilight if he could.
And she obliged.
“Oh my gosh. This feels so good… why didn't I think of this sooner?” He heard a 'pop’ before looking down at Twilight, who was in between his legs. Her hairy palm gently grasped his hard member, the other gripping his clothed thigh. She looked up to him with bedroom eyes, stroking him with care.
“I don't know, my little dragon. Probably because I never gave you the time to think of lewd thoughts?” She moved her thumb up to his urethra, feeling him twitch. “But I'm willing to help you out every once in a while.”
She sank her warm mouth back on his penis, licking around his gland while gently rubbing his sensitive skin. Ever since Spike became a teenager, he always had an urge in his body that would stir his loins and make himself primal to greed and lust. It was stronger than a regular pony's and it wasn't expected among everypony around him; they didn't have sufficient knowledge of dragons at the time. They had to adapt.
So when Twilight found him masturbating to a picture of her in his room, she was surprised of his behavior. He looked desperate, angry and hurt. Usually one would think on the situation on the right path to take, and that path will forevermore take a butterfly effect on their lives. She had to make this decision: help the frustrated dragon achieve urethral relief, or scold the dragon for building a spank bank… and she made it.
“Fuck Twilight, that feels so good…” Spike put his claw on her head, interlacing with her mane as she went down on him with more ease than earlier, her adjustments and quick adaptation fast learned. From the time on, he had to have his temperature in check for whenever it came to mind of his behavior. As a dragon, his body got hot when he was feeling stressed, and needed to blow off steam when possible and with quick succession.
When this happens, Twilight made sure that in the privacy of only them, she'd sometimes wear something more suitable for his ‘treatment’, visually with her covered ample and perky breasts in attention for him to grab and tease, her ass and laced thighs to caress, and her arms free of coverage to grab and hold her in ways he'd experiment.
And it's always the same light pink color.
Spike patted her head a couple times, making her slide his member out of her maw. “What is it Spike?”
He grabbed his cock in his claw, her saliva cold. “I'm ready. A good lubing is all I needed.” He moved a bit more off the couch, having his member extend to its true length. “Are you ready to get up here though?”
Twilight giggled, getting up from the floor. “Someone’s sounding a bit more cocky than usual.”
He chuckled before she straddled him mindfully, his dick gently pushing against her pussy lips before he put his claw on her soft thighs where her cutie mark lie. She was wet and ready for his hot addition that looked to be wanting to penetrate.
“Well, I am the one with the cock. I think my attitude is completely justified.”
“Like how you thought you could beat me in a flight race when you got your wings?”
Spike looked at her, sheepishly flustered. “Well… uh.”
“Right.” Twilight grabbed his member and carefully lifted herself over his addition, guiding him to her overflowing flower that was in dire need of attention. This time between them was always sacred for what type of bond they had with each other, to show themselves how much they loved each others embrace from the time they start until omega; the end of it all.
She dropped back down as he entered her without error, both softly gasping from the heat of Spike’s confined torture. They had to move, to take advantage of this warm comfort they had to hold dear for every second that counted.
And moved they did.
Twilight was on the attack at first hand, moving her thigh muscles to slowly bounce on his warm cock, wrapping her arms around the nape of his scaly neck to keep a steady rhythm and control of herself. Her moans were quiet, nothing too upfront about it yet. But Spike’s nose was progressively steaming the air, his pent up heat trying to escape one way or another from his cooking chest. Her pussy kept dragging him back every time she lifts, bringing him deeper into Twilight’s hold where his soul may be reaped.
He moaned with frustration, his steam hitting Twilight’s chest. “Sweet Celestia, fuck!” he hissed, moving his claws under her soft thighs and assisting her with little speed, making the alicorn jump with surprise from the sudden shift of pace. She could feel his tensed arms stress his point of agitation by moving her body with force, pounding harder on his penis. It made her more needy for him, more hungry. Her wings were spreading from stimulation of his determination and she was enjoying it.
But the one who enjoyed this most overall was LILDASHIEGRINGO, for he had met his word count requirement and will stop the story here.
Author's Note
No-Nutvember is finally over and this is my beginning to anew my bond with you all again.
If you all can get this into the feature box,👏😌 that would be great.
