Author's Note
Chapter 1. Enjoy the SpikeyBelle Spa-Smut. Let me know if you notice any flubs.
SpikeyBelle
Spike had been swooning after Rarity for so long, the ponies around him had started to believe he’d never actually find a mate when Breeding Season came about. That or his draconic nature would take over and drastic steps would have to be taken. Twilight watched the calendar closely, always marking the days as Breeding Season drew nearer. For herself and those helping her, she had spells to stifle the urge. They’d still want to, but it wouldn’t be as hard to resist.
The day came when Breeding Season struck. Smolder left school for a month in order to be away from ponies, one in particular, while Spike swore up, down, left, right and center that he’d be fine. Twilight wanted to believe him. She really did. Up until the minute he climbed on her back for a ride rather than flying and she felt it. Rather than sitting, he was laying, and his dragon shaft was out and hard. One thing lead to another, a spa trip was needed, and Twilight had instructed Lotus and Aloe to give him their best treatment. Another guest of the spa was Applebloom, who wasn’t having it any better.
She was miserable. Scootaloo had gone to stay with her aunts for a week. Applebloom… had been told they’d talk later. Her first heat couldn’t have come at a worse time. For Applejack. Cider Season was in full swing, which meant Applejack was far too busy to discuss heat with Applebloom, leaving the, at the time, young filly to hide in her room, waiting for the heat to pass or for Applejack to not be so busy. Which left Sweetie Belle, who for her part, remained cautious but still wandered town.
She arrived at the Spa mere minutes before Spike. She hadn’t even realized when he walked into the sauna minutes after her, the steam distorting her vision. She only really noticed him once he’d sat down and the steam had had a chance to clear a bit. “Uh… hi Spike…” she said, covering her small chest. Spike looked up and over at her and froze.
“Hi… Sweetie Belle…” he said, and she scooted over a little as he sat on the other end of the bench.
What felt like hours passed before either of them spoke again.
“How was your day?”
“How have you been?”
They smiled as the questions spilled out at the same time, overlapping.
“You first.”
“No, you go ahead.”
“I insist.”
“After you.”
Silence followed. Both were too polite to want to talk over one another and neither wanted to go first. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Spike opened his mouth. “How has your singing been going?”
“Oh. It’s going… good. Not great, since I can’t seem to find a venue that wants a new talent.” She said, dropping slightly. “Everywhere’s had Countess Coluratura or Sapphire Shores. Even Songbird Serenade.”
“I’m sure if you talked to one of them, they’d put in the good word for you. I mean, Rara and Sapphire both know Rarity personally, and Songbird Serenade is one of the most understanding ponies I’ve ever met.”
“I can’t just… talk to them, Spike. They’re huge. Giant names in the music industry. I’m just… just an unknown from a backwater town…”
“That has a Ruling Princess, houses the Elements of Harmony, is frequented by the Lord of Chaos and Disorder as well as the other three ruling Princess, and is home to the School of Friendship which single-hoofedly ended all thought of our home ever coming to war with one of the other nations of Equestria. And one of those Elements just happens to be your big sister.” He said and she looked up at him. “If anything, Sweetie Belle, you’re a bigger deal than all of them combined just by who you associate with on a daily basis.”
“I… never thought of it like that.” She said, letting her arms fall to her sides. Spike watched as her chest came uncovered, a blush forming on his cheeks.
“Um… uh… Sweetie I…” he stammered, and she followed his eyes to her chest. A yelp followed by a scrambled flail of her arms to cover herself, as well as him attempting to reach for the ladle to poor more water on the hot coals to add more steam, which was pointed towards her, resulted in him tripping and falling forward, towards her. She hadn’t expected it, just as he hadn’t, causing her to throw out her arms to catch him.
Misjudging just how heavy the now adolescent Spike was, and how wet her hands and arms were due to the mist, he slipped out of her grip and continued to fall towards her. Her knees impacted with his hips, which spread them apart and he continued his descent. Sweetie’s eyes went wide, as did Spikes, as both of them felt something they hadn’t expected. Sweetie’s face turned beet red as she peered down between them. There, penetrating her as deep as his hands pressed to the bench behind her would allow, was Spike’s drakehood. Half buried inside her most private place. “Oh jeez, Sweetie I…” his attempt to pull away dragged a shuddering moan out of her and she involuntarily clenched, her legs flying around his hips and dragging him further, embedding his hard shaft inside her.
The two froze, eye to eye, nose to nose, as they came to grips with the situation.
“What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do? Rarity’s gonna kill me. Twilight’s gonna kill me. FLUTTERSHY’s gonna kill me. I just took Sweetie’s innocence and we aren’t even dating.”
“Oh no…. oh no… why can’t I push him away… why don’t I want him to stop… oh Celestia yes…”
The thoughts cascading through their minds couldn’t have been more opposing, yet Spike didn’t stop. He continued to try and get free and she continued to pull him back in. Eventually, they fell into a steady rhythm. No longer was she using her legs to pull him back in, he was doing it himself. Sweetie held onto his shoulders to keep herself steady as he rolled his hips up to meet hers, the almost rubbery spines along his shaft tugging at her clit with each drag out and popping inside of her with each thrust.
“He’s having sex with me…”
“I’m having sex with her…”
They locked gazes as Spike dragged out of her almost completely. Without even saying a word, Sweetie leaned up and joined her lips with his, their tongues twining together as he plunged wholly inside of her. She felt herself stretch around the bulbous knot at the base of his shaft as he pushed into her. She felt herself squeeze around him as her mind shattered into nothing but thoughts of how good this felt. She felt the hot stream of dragon seed pour into her as she squeezed his knot, milking him for all he was worth.
Nearly an eternity later, they were separated, lying on their backs, the towels completely forgotten. Sweetie was still gasping for breath; Spike was staring at the ceiling with a dumb look on his face. Both of them looked up as the door opened. “Times up you two.” Lotus said as she poked her head in.
“Did you know…?” Sweetie asked, gasping for a breath of air as the steam billowed out of the room. It was hard to hide the fact that they were both naked in the sauna. Lotus merely smiled and pointed to the wall behind them. Looking up, by tilting their heads back and staring at the wall upside down, they saw the peep hole about a foot above the bench. Spike could just make out the figure of Aloe finger waving at them from the other side. A resounding smack filled the room and Spike looked over to see Sweetie covering her face, a very muffled groan escaping her before her hands flopped to the side. “Rarity’s gonna kill me…”