Spike and 'Shy: Sexy Spies!
B_25 for Midnight Radiance

It killed me, it really did, when I felt the welling of flames in my chest, the seeing of green fire blasting before my eyes, and having to reach my stubby arms out to reach the falling parcel. But nothing—nothing—was worse than seeing, once it landed in my open claws, the red wax impressed with the letter 'S.'

“What's the matter, Spike?” The hoofsteps of my best friend came up behind me, so I quickly turned, letting the contours of my digits slice the envelope open while I did so. Immediately, I withdrew the paper, offering Twilight a quick nod. “A letter from Princess Celestia? Huh. It's been a while since she's written to us.”

To me? It hadn't been long enough.

While my eyes gazed across the text, I didn't read the lines of words, but rather, what was said between them. Already, my chest became tense. “It's for me. Princess Celestia is asking me to come up for the weekend for... royal business.”

“Really? That's great!” Twilight clopped her hooves together with a smile that overtook both sides of her muzzle. I did my best to smile in response, feeling happy that my best friend, THE Twilight Sparkle, was proud of me. “You'll get to hang around Canterlot and help around! Oh, you're going to have so much fun, Spike!”

The weight of the letter grew heavier by the second, feeling like a leaf one moment, to the weight of a mountain the next. I couldn't take it. My claw dropped to the side underneath the weight, and it took my lingering strength to no let the scroll fall to the ground.

“Well? There's no sense in keeping the princesses waiting!” Something soft and warm slipped over my shoulder and down my back, and in a second, the pressure from it caused me to walk. Twilight was next to me, holding me, guiding me. “You're the first dragon to assist Canterlot Castle like this, Spike.”

I tucked my lips inward and did my best to no close my eyes.

“If you keep this up,” Twilight continued to say, “then just imagine what you will become!”

Twilight had been proud of me for most of my life, sure, but she only became really proud when Princess Celestia first enrolled me in 'royal business'. All I ever wanted in life, what I truly desired... was for Twilight to be proud of me.

And she was.

Twilight was proud of me.

But she was proud for all the wrong reasons.

Or rather.

Twilight didn't really know the reason why I was chosen for royal business.

I had left the Castle of Friendship that same afternoon. Twilight was kind enough to walk me to the train station. She'd even packed my suitcase, a bit oversized for my size, and helped me carry it there. It was nice of her to do that—even if I would be ditching the thing as soon as I got to Canterlot.

We came to the wooden landing platform, shared a quick hug, have a few sincere words, and then Twilight watched me board the train. There weren't many ponies around, so I got through the tight doors easily enough. By the time I took my seat, the train was already resuming its trek across the lands, and by the time I made it to the window, I'd missed my chance to wave goodbye to Twilight.

“Oh well,” I grumbled to myself, throwing the suitcase on the seat next to the window, before sitting down next to it. Blowing a hot breath against the glass, I then wiped it down with a fist, seeing the town of Ponyville looking so tiny from afar. “I'll... be home soon enough.”

That's how I spent most of the trip, really. Looking out the window at the changing and sloping land afar, seeing nothing but longs fields of flat green afar. My imagination always played with the sights. Like what if I was standing out there in that open land, a sword in my claw, facing off against another dragon in some epic battle?

Or, on the softer side, since homesickness was already gnawing at my heart: all of the girls together, sitting around on a giant picnic blanket, having a huge feast outdoors while the breeze brushed our scales and furs.

Closing my eyes, I imagined the sight; I imagined what it felt like to be surrounded by the girls again.

“Spike? Is that you?” the voice, sudden and soft, snapped me back to the train. “It really is you! I thought for a moment that this booth was free, but I couldn't tell if you were a part of the seat.” By the time I turned my head over, the yellow mare was stepping into the room, the thin door sliding closed behind her. “What are you doing here? And all by yourself!”

Patience snapped within my belly. “You do know I'm an adult, right?”

“Oh! I um, s-sorry Spike, you know that I—“ Fluttershy looked down at her hooves, which shuffled in the same place on the ground. She was caught in both her words and her movement—despite not having meant any harm. “I-It's just you're always going everywhere with Twilight and that you're small but not that small that you—“

I wanted to punch myself in the face. “N-No! You're fine! You're good! You don't have to explain yourself.” I'd been waving my claws in the air the whole time, slowing pushing them down, hoping that would calm her down as well. “I'm the one getting wound up over nothing. Please, don't worry about it. Take a seat!”

Fluttershy glanced up at me for a second, and I don't know what it was, but there was a glint to her turquoise eyes. Beneath the surface, something lingered, something bright and passionate. The way she looked at me... my skills tickled my senses.

But with a pretty girl like Fluttershy, my heart was also bound to play tricks on me.

“Thanks for that, Spike.” She flashed me a quick smile before turning around, almost causing me to turn my head around. The sunny globes of her flanks faced me directly, and the long, silky strawberry strands of her tail accentuated her backside perfectly. “If I had to make this whole trip alone, I'm not sure exactly what I would have done!”

Fluttershy then arched her back out slightly, pushing out her heavy ass closer to me, glimpsing me with the sight of paradise. The scent of shampoo resonated from her tail, the soft tickle of berries surrounded it. “Sitting alone on these things always makes my rump sore! Maybe it's too much to ask, but having a special masseuse on the train would have been nice!”

Was this girl trying to play with me? No! Get a grip of yourself, Spike. Fluttershy was an innocent kind of mare. She doesn't give much thought to the effect her... butt could have on others! She really is just... sore.

“T-Tell me about it!” I replied. “And the bumps in the tracks don't help much either.” I rubbed a claw against my lower back for effect. “I mean, it sure as heck beats riding on Twilight's back while she's trotting—but its still just a pain. You know?”

“Mmmhmm. I'm sure that Twilight left you aching when she was done!” I opened my mouth to comment on that, but Fluttershy continued speaking. “Always running around, jumping about, making her hold onto her mane! Teleporting when you're not ready.” Finally, she turned around, her cute expression facing me. “She never takes proper care of you once she's done, does she?” [c]

“In fact, she doesn't!” I found myself being taken away by her words, the subtle care in them, giving me a chance to express all the pent up energy inside of me. “She'll complain about how much I weigh! I mean, sure, I'm getting bigger—but I'm getting bigger because I'm getting taller, right?'

I read through my words before they even kept out but, due to Fluttershy's nature, she kept offering me a smile, nodding her eyes, both green eyes set on me. Soft. Round. Fragile. They reflected me better than what I honestly looked.

“And every time we're done with some mission or whatever, if though Twilight's always the one throwing me about, it's her that feels like I deserve to give her a massage!” I held up my claws, wiggling digits to exaggerate my contours. “Don't get me wrong, having claws are great! The only issue? Everypony with hooves wants to take a crack at them.”

“Oh dear...”

I leaned back into my seat, tilted my head back, and huffed. “Twilight's always making me spend an hour on her back. I swear, one time, she had me give her rump the same treatment.” My eyes lowered onto Fluttershy. “But don't tell anyone I told you that.”

But Fluttershy was staring down at her hooves. “Now I'm just feel horrible.”

I blinked. “Huh? W-Why?! Did I say something rude? Ack! I didn't mean. Sometimes, when I talk a lot, the words just come out and—“

“I-It's okay! You didn't do anything wrong.” Fluttershy's lips shivered against each other. “Rather, I'm the awful pony.” She lifted her muzzle slightly, her eyes looking all the way up at me. She almost looked like a guilty filly, and her adorable levels rose in response. “When I saw you in here, I was glad! I wasn't going to have to take the train ride alone.”

“But what's wrong with—“

“And I also remembered how good you are with your claws, and was wondering, maybe hoping... that you could have helped with the tension in my flanks.” She then whirled herself to the side, causing the cheeks of her round rump to jiggle softly, settling into place once she became still. “I've been sitting on them for nearly all day. I just knew I should have walked around the train more!”

Was... Fluttershy trying to put on a show for me? She turned around completely, the long waterfall of her pink tail lowering as to give me a better view. My eyes greedily devoured the soft curve of each of cheeks, admiring the peach fuzz that layered it. The texture of her ass was the perfect blend of firmness transitioning into softness.

“I tried rubbing it myself, and well, i-it's like you said.” This girl was crazy! One of her hooves reached back to her right flank, impressing into it, letting me see how anything could easily sink into it. And worse—or maybe better—was when she started moving her cheek in circles. “It doesn't do much actually to help.”

I gulped. What the heck was I supposed to do here anyway? I wasn't on any case, so I couldn't act out of character. I'd done the... deed plenty of times before, but never for a friend! But this was Fluttershy, and so far, she was the second pony that knew I was off to Canterlot for royal business.

And...

...am I really going to drop the opportunity to rub Fluttershy's ass?

Grr! Don't think about it like that, you stupid dragon!

“I guess I don't mind.”

I coughed into my claw with my head turned away, though really, my eyes still glanced over to check out Fluttershy's impressive backside. The plushness of each of her cheeks, and the caramel coating of fuzz, all accentuated by the silky pink strands of her tail that sometimes rested across them... I was not a strong enough dragon to ignore such things.

“You really don't? Oh my! You're the best sweetest dragon ever!”

Fluttershy didn't waste any time to hopping up on the seat. She nearly pranced on to it. Then turning to me, she set her forelegs over my lap, her hind legs just before, towering over me.

My heart pounded in my chest. Did this girl know what she was doing to me? When my eyes glanced up, the long, soft slope of her underbelly greeted me.

I guess there are a few advantages to being a small dragon after all.

But all those thoughts escaped my brain the moment her four legs buckled. Within seconds, the softness of her underbelly came crashing against my lap, legs, and crotch.

"And there we go! Hopefully, this will make things a whole lot easier for you!" Fluttershy's muzzle was far to my right, tilting slightly to glance back at me. "I hope that I'm, oh dear, not t-to heavy for you!"

"Fluttershy. You're a pegasus. It's kinda for any of you to get heavy."

"O-Oh! That's right! That was silly of me." She beat a hoof against her snout lightly, though something felt off... about everything. "This whole train ride is affecting me more than I thought." She smiled. "Good thing I came to you when I did?"

"Yeah... good thing you did." There was something wrong about all this. Fluttershy was sweet and innocent, sure. There was a lot of things about her that would slip by the average eye simply because it was her. But something in me—my better senses—maybe, were warning me about something. "I guess we should proably get started then. Are you sure you're cool with this?"

"Spike, I'm the one that asked you, silly." Fluttershy rolled a little on my lap, smothering my thighs with the softness of her belly. All the while, the curvature of her flanks jiggled. "I promise to do my best to keep still. But um, Spike?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"I'm also a bit ticklish back there," she went on to say, "so please forgive me if I fidget a bit."

Something about this situation was wrong. Who just rubs the butt of one of their sexiest friends? But what was I supposed to do? Deny her now? Things were already awkward. Leaving now would just confirm to her exactly why this was awkward to begin with.

You're already having a bad enough day as it is. If your friend is letting you have a little fun with her body... can't your mind take a break from work at least once?

So I followed her request. My claws trembled while I did so. Raising them into the air, I slowly laid them on her back, feeling her body shudder in response.

"Nnngh! Mmmhmm." Fluttershy gave a drunk kind of giggle. "Your claws feel r-really good on my back, Spike. They feel so small, but they also feel so sharp."

I arched an eyebrow. "Wait a second. I thought you were scared of sharp claws on dragons?"

"That's because of what they're able to do. I'm scared of that." Fluttershy flicked her mane aside while she faced me, smiling. "But you're using that sharpness to be precise and, well, help me!"

I stared down at the contours of my claws. The purple digits, long and sharp, rested along her field of yellow, rising, falling, in tandem with the breaths and shudders beneath the surface.

"Something scary... stop beings scary... when it becomes helpful?"

"At least, sometimes, it's like that way with me!" Fluttershy's eyes then narrowed. "But um, w-will you be starting soon? Ponies may get the wrong idea if they see us like this."

Wait. So she did know something was off about all of this? More and more a tornado of confusion whirled my coherence away.

Or maybe I was overthinking things. Fluttershy knew something like this was odd, sure, but because it was a trusted friend, it stopped being odd.

At least, that's how I hoped things were. Either way, it didn't matter. Fluttershy had asked me to do something, and it was something that I wanted to do.

I glanced down the long expanse of her back, watching it subtly curve into softness and plushness. The slope of her cheeks rested just to the right of my legs.

"Oh, sorry! They may be a bit far away." Fluttershy arched her back slightly, pressing her belly further into my crotch. The soft furs of her coat brushed against my slit, stimulating what laid within. "Let me bring myself a bit closer."

I couldn't believe it. Fluttershy was bringing her ass closer to me! She moved forward and arched her back, raising her supple ass closer to my face. With a gulp, my eyes set on each of her plump flanks.

"I k-know it proably doesn't have to be said," Fluttershy was already looking away when I came to face her----like she was making herself blind to me, allowing me to do, like I were in the privacy of my bedroom, anything I would like to do to her body "But you can do whatever you like back there. I know you're a good dragon, so I trust you."

You trust a dragon of all creatures to not get greedy with the best rump in all of Ponyville? I had to take deep breaths to keep myself in check, but slowly, my breathing was becoming panting. It's like she's setting fair terms on an unfair situation!

But I let myself go. While Fluttershy was busy looking outside the window, bobbing her head to the rhythm of her humming, I focused on getting to work.

Fluttershy's butt was just to the right of me, held slightly in the air, mine for the taking. Rasing my claws, I brought them over to her rump, hovering my palms inches away from her flanks.

And then, with a deep breath, I let my claws touch.

Then I felt paradise.

My claws sunk into the cheeks of her bed unlike any pillow in Canterlot Castle was capable of. Fluttershy's rump felt precisely as it looked----only ten times better.

"O-Oh! Now that's a different feeling!" Fluttershy giggled from afar. "Whenever anypony places their hooves back there, they just kind of sink in! But I can feel each of your claws moving back there, actually grabbing me!"

Okay. There was so much about that last line that I wanted to question, but the haze that had overtaken my mind stopped me from thinking straight. Instead, the rest of my digits curled into the plushness of her cheeks, seeing, feeling, the softness that welled up in the gaps between.

"Mmmhm! That feels nice."

Really? Grabbing her ass was enough for her? I wasn't even sure how I was supposed to massage something like her flanks, but apparently, kneading them was enough for her at the moment.

So I did as I please. I let my claws curl along the slope of her cheeks, feeling the fuzz coating them tickling along my scales. It accentuated the sensation. Of having soft fur give way to even more delicate softness.

"I-I think you're starting to get the hang of it, Spike." Fluttershy's voice sounded strained, like she was biting her bottom lip. "But can you maybe start doing more back there? I haven't had much of a chance to shake my flanks around."

That was the problem with her all this time? Not being able to move? It sounded like a poor excuse for us to do something like this----but I was all for it just the same.

With my claws on her cheek, I slowly pushed up her flanks, straining my forearms a little more than I thought. The surprising weight of her ass wasn't a bad thing.

But what the heck was I supposed to do? Lifting her flanks into the air, I then let go of them a second later, watching how they fell, how they bounced around, the subtle jiggles of her sunny roundness settling into place.

"Oooh! Now that's not playing fair, Spike." Fluttershy purred as her barrel leaned even more into me, the softness of her belly flattening against my crotch. Her rump rose closer toward me. "I thought you were supposed to be helping me."

I couldn't stop myself from smiling when she said those words. Taking her flanks back into my claws, I kneaded her softness again, suppressing a moan that billowed from the back of my throat.

But I wasn't content to keep it there. No way. My breaths became more oppressive, and my body was feeling lighter. The temperature of the booth gained with heat, building from subtle warmth to the starting steam of a sauna.

And Fluttershy herself wasn't playing nice either. My claws continued to play with the plumpness of her flanks. Squeezing and unsqueezing like her cheeks were like some stress balls.

And the mare herself? Her humming took to a more sinister pitch. Slowly, her body rocked in response to my touch, moving back and forth along my lap, rubbing me in a place where every sensation was intensified.

"I-Is this doing the trick for you at all?" I barely got the words out of my mouth, feeling my tongue rolling out after them. "Think that... maybe this... will help!"

I squeezed her cheeks as hard as I could, moaning at the firmness that softly pressed back against my digits, flattening over and around them. My claws then started getting creative. My left claw went down; my right claw went up. I played with her flanks, moving them around, letting go and the grabbing hard, playing with her sunny delights.

"O-Oh, thank you! Mmmhm! This is what I've been needing!" Fluttershy enjoyed having her ass played with, grabbed and kneaded. The bliss of the girl soon carried over to me. "Keep working me like that! I can almost feel the tension going away!"

Fluttershy wasn't the only one with tension. Grabbing her ass and having her slender frame bounce on my crotch brought out what I had initially feared. My cock poked out from its slit, hard and growing.

O-Oh crap! If she feels that, it's game over for----

Any hope of that not happening was removed when Fluttershy raised entirely from my lap, giving my erection the space needed to lift into the air.

"Like that, Spike! G-Grab me harder!"

And just like that, her body fell onto my lap once more, sandwiching my cock between my right thigh and two of hers.

"Thank you so much for this!" Fluttershy continued. Her head tilted back with her mouth open. "It's like I can feel everything leaving my body!"

I gulped in response. My own head was rolled back in response to her movement. She was lifting her and dropping her lower body onto my lap and cock. Whenever she stayed on me long enough, she shifted back and forth, rubbing her softness over my hardness.

I... I'm not going to last much longer! Everything was killing me! Knowing that I was getting hard in public, that my stiffness was caught underneath the softness of my friend, all while I was grabbing her ass in an open booth... the aching in my cock was building quickly into a release I knew I couldn't hold back. I-I know! I just have to make sure that I do enough good work to her ass that she doesn't notice when I----

I squealed in delight when Fluttershy brought her hind legs closer together, the coat and thickness of her yellow thighs coming to either side of my slender joy, wrapping around my cock. My claws rested on her flanks, though I wasn't kneading them as hard as I could, and so, she was shoving her own backside into my claws in order to fill my palms with more of her butt.

And her thighs were straddling my cock while she did so, having them locked in her grip. Every swing forward and back was a pump along my dick. And it killed me when she did so.

Fluttershy plushy thighs flatten and locked around my cock, cooling my heated surface with her body. I wanted for nothing more than to grip myself down there and be done with this accursed arousal, but my claws were already filled with other things.

I... don't have much longer! She kept moving and rocking and bouncing on my member. Her cheeks kept pulling and slamming into my claws, making my digits knead them out of reflex. Strands of her silky tail sometimes brushed against the back of my claws, delivering upon me every pleasurable sensation ever to be known. I'm going to finish! I just... need to cover for it!

"I hope you're ready for the end of the massage!" I yelled while slapping my claws onto her flanks, gripping them as tightly as I could, then jiggling them about. "Because here you go!"

My claws then filled with layer after layer of her tush, feeling it fill out against my palm, well out between my digits, while the mare threw back her head and moaned her loudest.

And I did the same. Fluttershy squeezed her legs together with the same intensity that gripped her ass with. At once, the aching at the head of my cock broke down and blew up, my cum welling then expelling from my member.

I clenched my eyes with utter joy as shot after shot of arousal shot out from my body, depriving me of the pent-up sensation that troubled me this whole trip. The brushing of her fur across my skin coaxed more of my seed out----and I only hoped it all landed on the seat instead of her.

"Oh my! That's my stop right there!" Fluttershy body suddenly rose, the weight and pressure lifted from my dick, slightly to my dismay. "So sorry to cut this so short, but you were such a big help!" Fluttershy turned her head and brought her muzzle close, pecking me on the cheek. "I have such an important meeting after this, but I'm not so stressed about it thanks to you."

Fluttershy then hopped down from the seat, walking straight away to the door. She didn't glance back, which I was thankful for, since I had nothing to hide my exposed and exploding cock.

But when Fluttershy trotted out of the booth, she did so with a sway to her shapely hips, letting me admire the subtle jiggles of the flanks that once filled out within my claws.

Even worse than that, however, were the spots of white contrasting against the pink of her tail. The last thing I saw of Fluttershy was my seed hardening against the strands of her tail.

Author's Note

This story is a commission from the lover of everything anime, Midnight Radiance!

Midnight and I go back to roughly three or so years ago. Both being lovers of Spike stories... we became quick friends despite not having spent much time together. It was more like, wherever there was anything that had to do with Spike, there we each were, surprised and overjoyed to see the other.

It was only until recently that we both started talking for real. They're a swell and chill guy that I'm glad to have known. They came to me with a commission idea: Spike and Fluttershy are sexy spies! Certainly something different from my current works, so I wanted to take more of a crack at it.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and that you will enjoy the 3-4 to follow it.

Later, gang.
~ Yr. Pal, B