A Foothold in Spike's Life

by lego3

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Fetish, Spike, Romance, Sex, Smolder, Ember, Slice of Life
Length: 4843

Spike and Smolder have a break from school. Ember seems like the best friend to visit, and they have lots to teach her...(WARNING, CONTAINS LOTS OF DRAGON FOOT STUFF.)

After a gruelling quarter of Friendship School, both Spike and Smolder had a week off. They thought Ember should be the one to hang out with them, and learn how to relax...the pony way. It might have turned out to be just be a little more than relaxing. (CONTAINS TICKLING AND DRAGON FOOT STUFF.)

Published 2019-03-03 08:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-03-03 08:00:02 UTC

Footing the Bill

You, Dragon Lord Ember, were bellowing out demands to your fellow dragons to quit fighting over who owns how much of some rock, pool of lava, or gemstone. In the middle of a very foul-worded sentence directed at Garble, however, you spotted two little dragons on the horizon.

One of them was orange and dark pink, and you instantly recognized her. Her name was Smolder, and you forced her to attend the School of Friendship over in Ponyville, in order to establish closer relations. As strong as dragons were, you were not an idiotic leader, unlike your father. An alliance with ponies was obviously beneficial.

But the second dragon in the air looked oddly familiar....

"Wait a minute..." you said, shielding your eyes from the sun as you looked upwards, "is that...is that SPIKE?!"

Your question was answered when both of the small dragons landed. You couldn't help but gasp at what you saw. Two little wings, each one about eighteen inches long, sticking out of his back.

"SPIKE!!" you shouted joyfully, but then cleared your throat and covered your mouth. You couldn't show happiness. But Spike certainly could, because he flew into your chest like a little missile.

"Ember, Ember, look, I got WINGS!" Spike shouted into your chest, wrapping his little arms around you. You reciprocated his never-ending affection, stroking his back, your fingers running along the base of his wings.

"My my my, Spike, you've got a strong set of wings here..." you said to him. You really did mean that, they were toned, and full of muscle. Admittedly, you did find him appealing before, but now? Well...now he had a SECOND pair of things you wanted to be yours to play with.

Spike finally separated himself from you, allowing you access to sweet oxygen. You gasped, catching your breath, and walked over to Smolder. Surprisingly, she looked happy to see you.

"And how's my little friendship ambassador doing in school?" you inquired, chuckling.

Smolder crossed her arms, her eyes wandering away. "It surprisingly doesn't suck. I've made five really cool friends, saved our teachers from dying, helped Spikey here get through The Molt..."

Smolder described in lots of detail exactly what sorts of adventure she'd been on to you. Spike, being the talker he is, added in his own little embezzlements to the stories, emphasizing his role. You were really glad this was all working out after that awful situation with that evil-looking portal pony.

"I've gotta ask, though," you said, tilting your head a little, "how come you two are all the way up here? Don't you have a school to be at?"

Spike grabbed your hand, causing you to blush a little. That little orange bratty dragon noticed and giggled at you, but Spike didn't seem to notice. "No no, school's out right now, at least for a little while. We were hoping you'd come to Ponyville and relax with us!"

"Relax?" you asked, "dragons don't DO relaxing."

Spike had a coy smile on his face, which you had come to realize meant that he had an offer you couldn't refuse. And you were right, because he said, "We'll let you eat some of the walls of Twilight's castle..."

You licked your lips at the thought. Princess Twilight was probably annoyed with you for doing that last time, but she had quite a tasty home. So you immediately nodded, mentally preparing yourself for a feast.

"But..." Spike added.

"I hate those buts and I cannot lie..." you groaned.

"You have to come to the spa with us first. Rarity takes me there all the time, and it's so relaxing..." he finished.

Smolder's smooth orange feet curled for a moment. "It might tickle...but Spike isn't wrong, it's really good..."

Oh sweet Celestia, you hated BEING tickled, but doing that to Spike? You've had several dreams about it...it made your legs tense up right then and there.

"Fine, fine, I'm in," you agreed.

Spike jumped for joy and yanked you up into the air with his new set of wings. You were pretty shocked at how strong he was, but you jerked your hand out of his grip, laughing. "I have wings TOO, you know," you said, keeping yourself afloat.

"Sorry, sorry..." Spike blushed, and then began flying towards that crazy little town of Ponyville. You and Smolder followed suit, staying close behind.

Due to your ability to fly, as well as Spike's, you and the two younger dragons reached Ponyville in record time, and you touched down near the town hall like the time you and Thorax met. Smolder and Spike landed with you soon after.

"Now c'mon, we go to the spa first!" Spike said, grabbing your hand when you approached him close enough.

Spike had your hand in a complete death grip, befitting of the would-be Dragon Lord, and he was pulling you along with quite a bit of vigour. This confused you, because you were the Dragon Lord, and you needed no help to relax. All you really needed to do was go to the Theater of Fire, where dragons train for the Gauntlet.

But you and the little guy were good friends, and you couldnt help but smile a bit at his enthusiasm. So you went along with his demands, and found yourself being rushed to this 'spa' thing. Obviously, though, you didn't show it. Dragons don't let their joy be seen.

Smolder flew ahead of Spike and opened up the door to the Day Spa, and Spike slowed his pace to walking. He led you inside, and instantly the smell of herbs and flowers hit your nostrils. This really was the epitome of pony-style relaxation. You really didn't like this place, but that's not what you were here for.

"Back again, sir Spike?" two very similar-looking mares asked. One of them was pink-skinned with blue hair, one was blue-skinned with pink hair. They both had white flowers on their uniforms, and they had eyes that could captivate any stallion in seconds.

Spike nodded happily, pointing at you and Smolder. "Thats right, Aloe, Lotus...I have a first-time dragon here, so after you give Smolder and me our dragon-hooficures, go easy on her, if you can."

Both of the mares looked at you, and their eyes glanced down at your teal feet for a second. They then nodded. "Absolutely, dear Spike, right this way for the usual."

Spike and Smolder followed the two spa mares down a short hallway, and then into a large room. You ran after them, curiously checking out all the strange amenities that simply did not exist in the Dragonlands. Soft, easy chairs that ponies were sprawled out on, little tubs of water at the end of the chairs, cucumbers for some reason, and weird pasty face masks.

"This is supposed to help me 'relax'? What even is all this stuff?" you asked your little purple dragon mate. Yes, he WAS your mate, you WERE going to make him like you.

He just didn't know yet.

Spike hopped onto one of those chairs and leaned back. Aloe immediately knelt down and whipped out her spa-tools. She used a long metal thing to scrape the bottom of Spike's right foot, firmly pressing into the smooth, scaly surface. Spike bit his lip and held back a few giggles, but he was clearly enjoying it.

You looked over to Smolder and observed Lotus working on her longer, slimmer feet. Smolder's toes curled uncontrollably as she felt the scrapy thing gently scratch over her admittedly adorable feet, and she was barely able to keep herself still. Lotus seemed to know what to do, though, and held the young dragon's ankle tightly.

"C-c'mon Ember, arent y-you gonna....hehe...join us?" Spike called out. You couldn't resist his jolly grin, and you laid down onto one of the chairs, cautiously stretching your legs out and letting your soles be exposed, like your dragon friends next to you. You were tough, you were strong. You were brave enough to let someone else touch your feet...

One of the employees sat down on a stool, her tools in hand. She inspected your draconic blue foot, pressing her thumb into your firm sole, and spreading your toes apart. You blushed brightly, this was the first time someone had felt your sole for more than a few seconds. It felt weird, it felt wrong...and the employee's nails were really digging into there, and tickled like mad already. You bit your lip hard, as she nodded to herself and finished her inspection.

The mare working on your feet started using what looked like a thin cheese grater of some kind on your left foot. You covered your mouth, curling your toes hard even at the slightest touch of this tool. You wished your feet weren't so horribly sensitive...

The tool scratched across your sole quite easily once she pulled your left three toes back. Instinctively, your right foot rubbed against your left to try to defend it from the scratchy sensation, but the spa worker was able to keep your foot steady enough to work.

Your face turned a bright red as you desperately tried to hold your laughter in. How were Spike and Smolder able to just let their feet be tormented like this, and never even need to move them that much? Trying to find an answer was much easier, since you felt your feet get briefly submerged in warm water at the end of your comfortable seat, providing a few seconds of relief from the tickling.

Your eyes briefly wandered a little to see how Spike could stand this. But when he came into view, you just managed to catch his eyes looking downward in your direction...and something told you that rubbing your soles together to calm the tingling down was getting his attention. When your eyes met his, however, he quickly turned away, from both you and Smolder.

It wasn't long, though, before the massages began. The worker tending to you lifted your sensitive, flexible foot out of the warm water, and very gently began wiping off any dead scales remaining on both of your feet, with a warm towel. A soft moan escaped you at the feeling, a portion of the warmth covering your feet making its way up to between your legs.

What? Between your legs? Why was this happening, if you didn't like your feet touched? And why did the same thing happen to you if you glanced over at the bottoms of Smolder's slim orange feet, or Spike's round purple ones? All this pony stuff was so confusing...

Not long after, your other foot was taken care of, in the same fashion. The whole time, you needed to keep your legs crossed, and your toes tensed. The gentle, loving care for your feet was bringing out your...urges, more and more with each soft scrape and wipe-down.

When the worker finished up with your other foot, you could practically see your reflection in your soles. Truly, these were feet that belonged to no one less than the Dragon Lord. And when you had a look to your right and your left, Spike's feet and Smolder's both had a similar glow to them. A very...appealing shine.

"Ok Ember, we're done here, now, let's go to the sauna!" Spike said, enthusiastically. Smolder was already well on her way ahead of him, so you got up quickly and followed your two dragon friends.

"Hey...Spike, what's a sauna?" you had to ask. Spike smiled back at you and grabbed hold of your claw, explaining what exactly it was to you, and why it helped you to go through it. You tried not to blush at the tough little dragon's touch, and nodded to everything he said.

"We're here, c'mon Spike!" Smolder called out, and you both followed the orange dragon inside. You sat down on a bench, and a worker threw a bucket of water over a pile of very hot stones in the center of the room. Quickly, the employee shut the door, and then there was awkward silence, and lots of hot steam.

Honestly, as nice as it felt, you were already starting to miss the feeling of your feet being pampered. The strange sensation of your soles being half-tickled, the gentle grip of the hand around your toes...you just wish you held them still a little better.

While Spike and Smolder were discussing how nice it felt to have their feet done, you were completely lost in thought, the treatment earlier still on your mind. You lifted one of your feet to face upwards, curling your strong, flexible toes, and tried to imagine the feeling of them being touched once again.

"Ummm, Ember? You alright there?" Smolder asked, noticing your gaze locked on your left foot. You didn't realize how closely you were inspecting the smooth surface.

"Huh? Oh, yes, Smolder, I'm ok...don't worry about it," you replied. But Spike looked a little more concerned.

"You sure? The workers here aren't exactly professionals in dragon foot care...did they do a bad job? I can get them to do it again if you like..."

The thought of it caused you to blush. But you had other thoughts...maybe Spike wouldn't mind touching your feet? You tried to think of a way to ask him without seeming like...well, a soft and weak pony.

"Actually, Spike...maybe you could look at them yourself? I mean, not that I NEED you to, but...to make sure they did a good job, it would be nice."

Now you saw Spike blushing, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. For some reason, now you felt heaps more sure of yourself. But perhaps you could have two DIFFERENT dragons fondle your sensitive feet?

"Smolder. I could use your eyes as well. Take a look at one of my feet, with Spike," you ordered, pointing to your left foot. Smolder looked taken aback, but she nodded to Spike, shyly.

And just like that, the two dragons grabbed onto your beautiful feet. Beautiful? No, captivating, powerful. Beautiful was a pony-word.

Smolder's claws ran along the bottom of your foot, leaving soft red trails in their wake. Her eyes wandered all over your sole, making sure there were zero flaws, zero dead spots. Her somewhat-strong orange claws squished your foot tightly, the other set of them running between your toes.

Spike, on the other hand, was being a little...TOO eager with his inspection. He was clearly breathing heavily through his nose, and running his left palm up and down your royal sole. You didn't think he was just obeying orders...it felt more like...he was copping a feel of you.

And you absolutely loved it, to the point that biting your lip was no longer enough to stop you from letting out a throaty groan. Both Spike and Smolder heard it before you were able to cover your mouth.

"Ummm, Ember...are...you alright?" Spike inquired, looking at you with a heavy blush. He looked down between your legs. Your accursed claws had betrayed you! They were rubbing a certain spot between your legs, unable to contain themselves from the heavenly sensations. But you noticed something about Spike, as well. Something...was growing hard. He was loving this, and you grinned at him.

"It seems that YOU might need even more help than me..." you chuckled, pointing at his rapidly-hardening member. Smolder took one look at it and crossed her legs tightly.

"Uhhh, ehehehe...umm, your feet...y-you want me to uhh...'inspect' them more?" he stuttered. You shoved your right foot into his face as a response, elliciting a moan from him. You looked over to the young orange dragon, leaned in, and whispered into her ear.

"Smolder...I think you and I might be able to have a little fun with Spike...if you do exactly what I say, this will be the best day of his life...what do you say?"

"I don't know...what's in it for me?" Smolder replied. You had to focus extra hard on hearing her, because Spike's tongue was making its way between all three of your toes.

"Nnnghh...I-I'll give you another week of break...convince Headmare Twilight it's important dragon business..." you stammered out. Curses, you're meant to sound likea Dragon Lord, not a sweaty pile of sex!

"Deal," Smolder whispered back. You immediately let go of poor Spike's face and extended one of your legs outwards. The little orange dragon took your foot in her hands, and after some...slight hesitation, began to rub her face against it.

"What...what're you two...." Spike stammered, covering his cheeks. You smirked back at him, gently tracing your claws down Smolder's head, her tongue lashing out onto your soft, perfect sole. You bit your lip firmly, but steadied yourself. This was for Spike, first and foremost.

"Just sit back, Spikey, you won't be able to complain about this...two hot, sweaty dragonesses...trapped in a steamy room with you...and they both have the SEXIEST, most PRAISEWORTHY soles on the planet..."

After Smolder put her nose between all three of your toes, her eyes shut tightly and her face a permanent red, you decided you wanted more from her. So you pulled the young dragoness to your side, so that she could reach your own feet, and you could reach her slim, adorable orange soles.

You were the Dragon Lord, and you had every right to grab her legs and rub her smooth, shiny feet up and down on your face. Through the spaces of her toes, you were able to see her covering her mouth with both of her claws, clearly trying to hold back moans, or giggles. You didn't care which, though.

You scrunched and wiggled your royal toes in front of her face to get her attention. This little session required cooperation from your young orange subject, after all. Smolder then pressed her lips against your right sole, passionately slathering her tongue over the smooth surface. This forced you to let out quite a loud moan of pleasure.

You then did the exact same thing to her cute right foot, relishing in the slightly slick feeling of the sole against your lips. Smolder suddenly grabbed onto your foot tightly, taking all of your toes into her mouth to suppress the ticklish feeling.

Spike wasn't going to take his eyes off you two anytime soon. When you looked over to him, he was salivating at the sight of Smolder giving your foot a Prench kiss, her tongue exploring every little inch. You released Smolder's soft orange sole from your relentless lip-assault, and came up with an idea to get Spike to like you even more.

"Hey Spike...I think Smolder's been naughty..." you began, letting go of her foot, and leaning over to her ear. You began to murmur your plan to her, very quietly, and when you finished, her short, lovable toes were curled tightly.

"W-what? What'd she do...?"

You rolled the cute orange dragon onto her belly, and sat directly on where her tail met her backside. Next, you wrapped your claws around one of her ankles, her foot struggling in anticipation at what you were about to do.

"Your friend here refuses to attend the School of Friendship, despite the orders of me, the Dragon Lord..." you explained, beginning to run your claws along the trapped foot of your adorable and sexy subject.

She immediately burst out into cute giggles, pounding her fists against the bench she was laying on. "STAHAHAP IT EMBER, DRAGONS DOHOHON'T DO FRIENDSHIP!"

Her toes curled as hard as they could, trying to shut the sensation of your claws out, but you drove them into her supple foot too deeply for her to ignore. Each of your claws took turns tracing figure eights on the sole, sharply stimulating her sensitive foot and sending her into hysterics.

"So, you'll go to school now?" you playfully teased, locking your claws between Smolder's little toes, and then sliding them backwards, so they traced over her wiggling left sole.

"NO!!!! AHAHAHA!!!" Smolder squealed, unable to struggle out from under your weight. You shook your head and grinned, beckoning your future mate to sit in front of you. When Spike managed to stop stroking himself and make his way over to you, you gripped Smolder's other ankle and offered her sole to him.

"I need your help, Spike...Smolder here needs a LITTLE more punishment for disobeying me..." you said, and he nodded. Without hesitation, he grabbed her foot with a look of greed that rivalled your own, when you were feasting on gemstones. You winked at him seductively, and both of you started your ferocious tickling on the poor orange dragon, immediately forcing more of her melodious laughter out.

Smolder cried out with laughter when you and Spike worked your dexterous claws together, scratching deeply back and forth across both the surfaces of her slim, soft orange feet. But despite the heavy amount of torment Smolder was taking, both you and Spike started to lose concentration when your claws would rub against each other, and when you both looked at one another's feet.

This mistake ultimately allowed Smolder to slip out of your grip, as well as kick away from Spike.

Smolder's blushing face had a malicious grin plastered over it, and when you saw her claws wiggle and crack, you knew what she was planning on doing. Before you could react, however, she immediately grabbed your right ankle and began to fiercely scribble her pointy, agile claws all over your...HORRIBLY sensitive blue sole.

"AAHH!! SPIHIHIKE, H-HELP YOUR DR-EEEHEHEEE!!!" you squealed out. That dirty TRAITOR joined Smolder in tickling your feet! Of course, it was RIGHT when you were the most vulnerable! Through your squinted eyes when you looked back, you could see that evil, sadistic...sexy duo fist-bump as they worked over your supple turquoise soles.

Even though you hated Smolder, and more so Spike, for dishonouring their Dragon Lord by torturing the bottoms of your royal feet, without permission, you were somewhat able to understand why they would take the opportunity. ANY male, or female, would BEG to be in their position, with free and full access to your perfect set of soles. And to see you SOPPING wet like this, down there...

A heavy blush made its way to both your face and your trapped feet, as little grunts and groans made their way through your gales of forced giggles. Spike and Smolder were tickling you like there was no tomorrow, but every time their sneaky, greedy claws scraped up your sole, they managed to hit your weak spots. Right on the line where your soles met your toes.

Then, something else happened, and you were nowhere near prepared for it. Both of each of their claws held tightly onto your hyper-sensitive feet, tightly enough to where you couldn't move your toes even an inch. Smolder and Spike then pressed their faces into your tender, reddened soles, their long tongues darting between each of your toe spaces in JUST the right way.

Just when Smolder's tongue wrapped itself around your middle toe on your left foot, and Spike's ran under all three of your right toes, you couldn't hold in the amount of sheer arousal that was building up all this time. A powerful orgasm rocked your entire body, more intense than any Feast of Fire battles, and more torturous than being denied Spike's touch all your life.

You saw Spike and Smolder look at each other briefly. Smolder's face was redder then the Bloodstone Sceptre, because she realized what she just did to you. Spike seemed to get the message as well, because he was inhaling your scent deeply and holding one of your feet tightly in his claws. He was also grinding his shaft into the slick, blushing skin of your sole. And every time you felt him twitch like that, it sent a little jolt of arousal up your spine.

But you weren't going to leave him to do it all himself, not after the work he and Smolder just did to you.

After you were done catching your breath, you rather reluctantly jerked your foot away from his member, obviously earning a pleading look of protest from him. But this was for the greater good, so you pulled Smolder to your side. You then pointed to Spike's lonely twitching length, and Smolder immediately understood what you and her were about to do.

"Spiiiike, you don't seem all that relaxed...I thought that was what the spa was all about..." you began, slipping his member between two of your strong flexible toes.

"I guess we'll have to make you relax, more like a DRAGON would..." Smolder finished. Her young, slim foot squished against the side of Spike's throbbing cock, sliding its way up and down.

Spike squeezed his eyes closed and cried out in pleasure, his wings flapping madly. You decided to silence him by weighing your royal dragon sole firmly over his face, so he could no longer see anything but the best part of you. Smolder, meanwhile, was using her toes to grasp the side of Spike's member, easily gliding them from base to tip due to the steam making her sole slick.

You grabbed Smolder's left claw tightly and slid Spike's dick through your single toe space, feeling him kiss your other sole passionately. You bit your lip and held back a moan, suddenly trying to focus on something else...by jamming your claws straight between Smolder's legs. She immediately lost focus on the footjob, throwing her head back and moaning uncontrollably.

It seems you hit the perfect spot.

You allowed Smolder a little time to recover from the surge of sexual bliss, and decided to take the rubbing a little slower and more gently, so Spike could enjoy the pleasure of Smolder's foot on the side of his length. She extended her other, free foot outwards to meet Spike's claw, and it certainly grabbed on tightly.

You heard Spike grunt loudly, and you knew it was a sign he could barely handle your perfect set of feet any longer. Smolder's cute, sexy soles didn't help the matter either. One was being squeezed like Spike's life depended on it, and the other was having quite a bit of his pre dripping over the supple surface. As your greedy toes latched onto Spike's forehead, trying to contain the amazing sensations coming from his lips, you came up with an idea.

You decided that Spike was worthy to feel your powerful, perfect sole properly, and promptly pressed the sensitive skin into the side of his member. This, coupled with Smolder's erratic, relentless stroking, finally pushed poor Spike over the edge.

Both Spike and Smolder came at the same time, obviously, due to your expertise in multitasking. Spike bucked his hips upward, unleashing his pent-up load all over one of your feet, and one of Smolder's. Your young orange subject, however, was too busy pushing her claws inside herself to aid you in her own orgasm to notice, until after they had both calmed down enough to see.

You chuckled, placing both your feet on the floor of the sauna, to avert the horny feeling you were beginning to sense. "Now, Spike...are you SURE you think relaxing the pony way is the best?"

Spike gave one final kiss to Smolder's foot in his claws, causing her to giggle a little. He was barely able to hoist himself to a sitting position, however, due to the intense orgasm you so kindly gave to him.

"Wha...Ember...n-not anymore, but...can we..." he panted, but you stopped him.

"We are mates now, Spike. You belong to ME, the Dragon Lord. By...having my delectable feet on your shaft...you submit to me, your new mate."

Spike nodded, a big smile on his adorable face. But then he suddenly stopped. Why would he EVER be opposed to belonging to you? But then you saw it...Smolder looked...a little envious of you and Spike.

"....I suppose it's only fair that Smolder has free access to you as well, Spikey...she helped with claiming you, so she has rights as well. Understand?" you demanded.

"Y-yes, yes yes, to both of you..." your new mate stammered. You knew he liked you. You just had to make him realize it...and you succeeded.

All three of you decided to leave the Day Spa quickly and quietly, leaving a large bag of gems on the front desk. You may have just realized that you were in that sauna for two straight hours, but you look, and feel, like you're glowing with health, all the more fit for worship. And so do your new mates.

"By the way, you still owe me a meal at Twilight's..." you told Spike, licking your lips. All that fun made you hungry.

-end

Author's Note

If there's any other foot writers listening, PLEASE, we need more dragon foot stuff...

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