Hot Blood

!!WARNING!!

This chapter contains heated, lustful actions. Read at your own age, please.

Spike was hazy eyed when he woke up, first, sitting up, then feeling his head. He had a small headache.

"Is he alright? Was it my fault?"

"No Fluttershy, don't break out into an apology fit."

"Really, Fluttershy, it's not your fault.", Spike sat up, still half asleep.

"I'm sorry, Spike, are you alright?", Fluttershy asked.

"Yes. I'm fine."

"Well, it's nearly nine o' clock. Fluttershy, why don't you go home?", Twilight asked.

"Well, it's dark and..."

The door swung open and Fluttershy meeped, hiding behind Spike.

"It's just Owlowicious.", Twilight closed the door, "Or, rather Owlowicious Junior. Owlowicious passed away three years ago. He was a strong Owl, I'll give him that."

"Oh, H-hello Owlowicious Junior."Fluttershy peaked from behind Spike.

"Who?"

"You."

"You, the owl."

"Who? You are Owlowicious Junior."

"Who?"

"You.", Fluttershy repeated.

"That's all he says, Fluttershy."

"Oh...I'm sorry."

"Well, you can stay here for the night.", Twilight suggested.

"Thank you, Twilight. I'll just sleep in here tonight."

"Ok then. I'll get you a blanket and something to sleep on. I've got a spare mattress shrunk by magic in the closet."

Twilight disappeared, returning with a miniaturized bed, setting it on the ground. She engulfed it in her magic and it grew to regular size.

"Oh, thank you Twilight, but, I could have just slept on the floor."

"Nonsense. I wouldn't let you sleep on the floor, knowing I had a spare mattress in the closet!", Twilight smiled.

"But, this is a full bed, blanket and pillow included."

"Ok, so it's a bed, not much difference. It doesn't really matter anyway, you've got a bed."

"Well, thanks again, Twilight.", Fluttershy said sleepily.

"Well, I'm getting tired to, and you, Spike. You look like you're about to fall over."

"Exhausted days happen.", he replied.

"Come on Spike, time for bed."

Twilight lead Spike upstairs, leaving Fluttershy alone in the first room, lit by candle light, and empty. A few shadows on the wall, and a flicker here and there, she was terrified. Hurrying into the bed, she covered herself, closing her eyes shut tight.

Sitting there, trying to relax, she eventualy found herself falling asleep, and soon enough, fell asleep.

Her dream consisted of hot-cold weather. One second, she was hot, in a desert, then snow blanketed everything, then back to the desert. It cycled like this for several hundred times before Fluttershy woke up. She was indeed too hot, and too cold at the same time. Breathing heavily, she took a few deep breaths, calming down. But still had that hot-cold feeling.

She got up, throwing the hot covers off, and feeling very cold, even in the middle of summer, she was cold, as if sweating, and walking through an icy wasteland. Hurrying to the kitchen, she got herself a glass of water and drank it, feeling the heat nearly emanate from her as she brought her arms close, having filled the glass a second time.

She sat over the sink, hands on the cold metal, and thought. An itching bead of sweat streaked down her thigh, and she scratched, quickly finding her thighs were soaked. Her entire inner thigh was hot and sticky, and still soaking further down as she stood.

Then it hit her. The smell of pheromones in the air were a bit much for her, and she felt a bit cloudy minded, a few...ideas coming to mind.

"Fluttershy?", Spike walked down from upstairs, stopping at the bottom.

"I'm...fine...", she lightly panted.

"Fluttershy, you sound like you're out of breath.", he walked into the kitchen. The smell of her heat hit him like walking into a cloud of perfume, the aroma nearly choking him as he quickly became accustomed to the pheromone heavy air.

"Oh, Celestia, you're in heat...", he shook his head.

"How can I be in heat? It's not that time yet."

"Dragons go into heat at random sometimes."

"I can feel it burning...", Fluttershy held her head over the sink, as if about to vomit.

Spike had to sit down, clear his mind, so he sat on the bed. No sooner did he feel Fluttershy wrap her arms around him, locking their muzzles. Her scent filled his nose, even stronger. Drunk off of pheromones, Spike just went with it, wrapping his own arms around her, deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring something other than his own mouth.

She rubbed her thighs against his, stirring his male hood. For a few minutes, they just sat there, kissing. Fluttershy rubbed her inner thighs against his leg, grinding her nether regions against his tough scales. It soothed her for the time being, at least satisfying her.

But it wasn't enough. Fluttershy broke the kiss, feeling something prod against her. Thick, hot, and throbbing. She looked down at his large male hood, proud of itself, erect.

He laid on the bed, putting his head on the pillow, and let Fluttershy crawl on top of him, connecting their hips. She grind against his huge shaft, feeling it throb against her nethers. Even that was bliss to her. It soothed her lusts a bit more, though not enough.

Sliding her thighs forward, the let the tip of his shaft prod at her entrance, part her soft lips. Feeling so naughty, so...bad, it excited her. Spike grabbed her hips, shovign the tip into her wet folds, gliding in till it hit a thin barrier, and ripped through.

Fluttershy gasped and held her breath to keep from screaming out in pain. Spike felt her shudder on top of him and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her, and staying as so. Too scared to move on her own, Fluttershy took a few ragged breaths. Pushing her thighs against his as hard as she could, she only hissed in pain.

Spike grabbed her hips once more, lifting her. It was like a partial relief, easing some of the newer pain, but it still hurt. Slowly sliding her back down, it was a lot less painful, and glided smoothly. Fluttershy let her held breath go and pressed against Spike, grinding against him as she moved up, and down.

They kept at a slow pace, enjoying it, savoring it. Fluttershy grind her body against his, he thrust into her. It was like even their heartbeats were in sync. His, strong, hard, hers, soft and gentle.

Every inch of her inner walls were rubbed against, grind against, violated by lustful intentions. Though, it felt like heaven. She was stretched more than she thought possible, his shaft just ramming into her cervix.

Then she felt it. His tip pierced her deepest reaches, just the tip, but she felt it deep inside, where she thought nothing should go. It felt amazing. She wished he would go further, fill her insides completely with just his shaft.

She sat up, putting her hands on his chest as she bounced up and down, only to be met halfway as he thrust up, into her depths. Like a game going back and forth, they thrust into each other, trying to further themselves to the oncoming end.

With every thrust, she let out a lungful of air, taking quick breaths in between. Twice she felt she couldn't get enough air, and had to take a few quick breaths. She bit her lip, easing into him, just trying to reach the impending end.

He climaxed first.

She felt her insides, filled with warm, sticky cum, her belly full, and even more poured in, like a faucet. It only excited her, and she came close after, her juices mixing with his, soaking their thighs.

Forcing herself against him as hard as she could, she could feel everything, from the jet, to the throb of his shaft. Her mind had grown numb moments before, and having climaxed, she was completely out of it, her mind dimming, as if she were asleep. Collapsing onto Spike's chest, the two panted heavily, each pouring hot breaths over each other. Finally catching their breath, they fell asleep, both dreaming pleasant dreams.