Private Sex-Ed Lessons | Griffon Chapter

~ IV ~

The Next Report

Spike walked down the hallway different from how he'd done prior, a little ashamed of his shameful stride. He wobbled more than he walked, the inside beneath his tail feeling a bit more vacant than like. It burned faintly, a pleasant feeling, the dimming reminder of what occurred.

Though sitting to write out impeccable notes became harder.

Recovery loomed a few days. Writing the report another more. The dragon settled on a week for the affairs of it all too clear. Pain and pleasures should have faded by then, but as was always the case, a mark was left on body and soul to the change of his being.

But holding the typed up papers in his claw, he wobbled toward the door where he was set to meet Twilight. Many of the students were looking at him, a raised eyebrow as if they knew something was up. He flashed them a smile and nothing more. Not daring to give anything away.

Until reaching Twilight.

Spike wasn't sure what to say or do, stuck with the constant need to keep shifting on that chair, taking an interest in anything in the office. It was times like these, where nothing was to be said or done, yet one had to keep in place... that they became meditative.

The shelves were merely for display, and the awards were countless with faint words embedded in steel. Twilight was a beloved genius, wasn't she? Scholarships and grants and stuff like that were expected. Smart mares usually got things like that. But one never considered what the achievement reflected.

Spike didn't get too many awards for, instead of saving the world, he was trying every aspect of sex. Maybe it was adventurous in a way, but nothing compared to the mare. She was more legit... while he was getting more sweaty in the sheets.

And yet she believed a gift about him.

Was that the genius or his best friend talking?

He couldn't be sure.

Never could.

"This is... is... i-incredible research!" Twilight's face appeared from behind the papers as they were pushed onto the desk, the hooves, pressing there, allowing her to lean over. Lazy mane draped across her eyes. Hues around her cheeks were redder than usual. "From the anatomical detail to vivid experience followed by the explanation of the psychological connotations... muuuhaw!"

Twilight lifted the papers only to kiss them, the answer to the questions being a mixture of the two... with an added element.

Twilight being a mare.

"It'll take me a few days to fact check what I can, red and blue marker the text, and contact publishers for a new release." Her eyes sparkled as she settled back into her seat, it leaning back on its legs, a lazy show of power not often done. "Do you think they'll allow multiple editions? Maybe the two could be bundled together."

Spike rubbed at his neck. "Think they'll do whatever you ask to, honestly."

Twilight giggled. "Seeing the writing in this... I think they'll be asking me first."

The two enjoyed a moment of laughter, followed by a period of silence.

"H-Hey... Twilight?"

"Yes, Spike?"

"Are you... I dunno... proud of me?"

"H-How... what do you mean?"

"Well. I know I've always been your assistant and friend and all that other stuff... and you've become busy with duties and the school and... and... and I'm thrilled to be doing something together again... but is... but is this... this what you expected of me?"

Twilight smirked from the other side of the table. "Let me guess. You're playing the comparison game between us? Afraid that's something you can't beat me in." She covered a hoof to her giggling lips. "And before you take that the wrong way—I mean in terms of Princess Celestia and me. Ruling for all those years, actually fighting, once upon a time, with weapons and such. She loved me and my accomplishments, and yet, I always felt inferior to her inferior."

"I always feel like your inferior."

"And you shouldn't. "

Twilight beamed at him. "We all can't be princesses, and we all can't be dragons. Different lives to different extents to different absurdities! Princess Celestia never looked down on me, so those feelings came from myself." She nodded. "I focused on the world around me instead. What did I need to do? A strange confidence came from that. Just keep doing what needs to be done, and you'll find yourself eventfully."

"Like this project?"

"I was always proud of you, Spike, for more reasons you could know." She held up a hoof before he could dare to speak. "All you've done is given me more reasons to be proud. Keep doing what you're doing. See what it spreads into. You'll meet others and find yourself in unique situations only you could do as you do."

Spike nodded with the faint impression of a smile. "Thanks, Twilight. I needed to hear that." Turning in his chair, he hopped to the floor and moved for the door. "But it sounds like you've got a few long nights of work ahead. I'll leave you with the editing and... see what happens from there?"

"You've got it... and Spike?"

He opened the door, a foot already through it. "Yeah?"

"I love you."

Spike finally smiled. "I love you too, Twilight."

He closed the door.

Twilight Sparkle leaned back in her seat, huffing for a majority of reasons, one being the slickness between her legs. She didn't mean to, but, in reading about a possible encounter in the text... her hoof rubbed over her mounds ever so lightly. Not enough to do anything... just a little titillation to add a small something-something to the sensation.

She hadn't expected to give that speech to Spike, but glad she had only, however, wishing to have given it in better contexts. She peered over the work, not knowing how her little dragon could list the anatomy to perfection.

The diagram that followed was proportional enough to be found in a medical textbook.

What had caught her wasn't so much the male side of the griffon, but rather, the experience of a female during it all. The sensations and what it would feel like. Aggression followed. Light and primal and done for the sake of reaching the apex of pleasure of the two.

But it became more personal than that.

The kind of thoughts and feelings going through the female's mind during it all, how every change would make her react... it was the genius strokes of imagination to make the details feel so evocative. How did he know a girl's side so well?

Twilight dipped her head in thought. Should she ask him for his methods? He always cited relevant information and its source. Could she ask to join him during a session to get a feel for his process? The topic and the means felt too personal and an invasion of his space.

In the end, knowing there wasn't enough to go off—and her suspicions would only take her in circles—Twilight decided to let the matter rest for a while. In choosing the papers, she began to read again, not to correct nor to add, but rather to immerse and enjoy.

And see if griffon dildos were on sale.

The young six had gathered for lunch in the park of the school, warmed by sunlight and welcomed by grass, a picnic great for the afternoon. They sat together with a copy of the latest book around them, a material they could get away with having for the sake of learning purposes.

Only a few looked at them funny.

"I don't know how he does it," Sandbar said as he flicked through the pages with the edge of his hoof, tapping on a passage that spoke to his mind. "Usually classes on sex-ed are awkward, and the teacher is over sixty. This had got to be the first time I come in with the pages already marked."

Gallus leaned back on the fabric as the sunlight warmed his coat. "Tell me about it."

"Especially that section about how matting might go between a dragon and a griffon—certainty crossing boundaries." Sandbar also leaned back. "But it also shows that romance and mating can be diverse. Griffons and dragons used to kill each other back in the day. But now... maybe because of the book... they'll give it a shot because they have useful knowledge about it?"

Gallus blew air out of his beak and gave a mighty shrug. "Meh? Who cares! Why slay a dragon when a dragon is a good lay!"

Sandbar cocked his head. "You’re saying that like you got it on with a dragon before."

Gallus blinked and blinked until his eyes started to shrink. "N-Nah! It was the dragon sex-ed class that made me think about that!”

Sandbar seemed to buy it. But the girls seated around didn't bear confident expressions. They looked to each other, their focus settling on Smolder. She was picking up a sandwich from a plate. "Wasn't me, so quit lookin'."

Ocellus coughed. "I-If that's the case... then there's... only... one other dragon."

The girls slowly look back to their blue lion-bird friend with disbelief.

It was night, and the dragon was alone, in the great castle and down the long hall, not minding the loneliness at all. He'd woken up before midnight, a strange occurrence but, in a sleep cycle ruined by strangeness... he rolled with it.

Besides, it'd correct itself in a bit.

He reached the kitchen of the castle and flicked on the lights. Everyone else was asleep and it would only be him for the night. His thoughts and feelings and that which summons in isolation. Before his mind could wander into darker territory, usually based on himself... the light of the kitchen shone on a package.

Spike hopped onto the stool before the counter, flipping the box onto its side, its corner stamp bearing his name. Extending a claw, he sliced through the tape. The flaps opened to a letter on a plaque.

He picked it and read.

Dear Spike,

The Canterlot Publishing Press thanks you for your contribution in explaining the differences in species and the qualities we universally share. Dragons and ponies and griffons understand each other at intimate levels allowing for deeper connections.

In honour of your celebrated discovery writings—and the sales numbers of your books thus far—you have received an award for Canterlot Letters in recognization of your conurbation to the anatomical and physiological study of sex-education between species.

Spike didn't bother with the rest of the writing as he pulled out the award from the box, one like many Twilight had... and didn't seem to care much for. He saw his reflection in the shine of its gold. All that worrying over trophies and medals.

They didn't matter all that much.