I | Dragon Dick Tastes Like Cotton Candy

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Dragon Dick Tastes Like Candy

Spike had been thankful for the handrails of the stairs, not because he was drunk, but rather squeezing the wood exercised the tensions within. Another claw had laid over his chest to repress the beatings of his heart. He could swear he was sweating—and it wasn't from the heat.

Rainbow Dash loomed ever the few steps ahead, a subtle sway to her plot overhead, the delicious flanks shifting into the other. Her tail swung in strides long enough to allow peeks at the cleft behind it. Her head turned to glance at him, a grin blossoming, his gaze clocked.

"Naughty boy." Rainbow clicked her teeth afterward. "You'll get a feel of those another time." She returned to looking on ahead. "I need practice, and you need pleasure. That should be more than enough to hold off a big guy like you."

But that wasn't his problem. Spike opened his jaw to speak but found no words. It wasn't that he wasn't swept away by the idea of being blown—much less by a mare like her—but that he'd never done this before. That, and something didn't feel right.

This is how the world works beyond the head of yours, that voice spoke and always saw him bare. Mares and stallions casually hit on each other. It's something they enjoy doing. It's normal to go into a bathroom and get a quick fuck going on. This should be proof that you've changed.

Spike didn't feel that change at all. Not as his heart threatened to skip town in escaping his chest. He wasn't sure what the right thing to do now. Accept or reject? Letting her down changed nothing about his world. Only in taking on the activity could there be the hope of change.

Hopes of something different.

Rainbow Dash reached the top of the steps and turned to her side on reaching the hallway. Some neon sign flickered above, its glow awash over her form, a glint in her half-lidded eyes. With a loose string of giggles, she flicked her head to the side, a casual smile on those lips. "C'mon big guy. Let's have some fun."

Spike passed up the steps as a trio of stallions came down the left. In catching the exchange, each clapped his claw with growing smacks of approval. His heart raced at their acceptance as they went off into the crowd. This was what it meant to be a healthy, normal, male.

He reached the top of the steps and, knowing it was too late to back out now, cast his arm over the mare's neck. With a smile and a lean of his head over her own, he gazed down the hallway. "So, as you can see—we only have the finest selection of family bathrooms tonight!"

Rainbow couldn't help but smile on snuggling deeper into his hold. She peered up at him with a quizzical look.

"Your first thought, stallions and mares, is why are there family bathrooms in a bar of all things? That's because these wonderful rooms are where families are made! Now then." Spike coughed into his free claw before gesturing it to the many doors. "Today's selection is wonderful to pick from! We have room one! Not smelly... but everything is wet."

His shoulders slumped at those words. "Everything. The floor and the sink. Ceiling and stall door." He sighed. "Somehow even the toilet paper is wet." His gaze shot to the next door. "Number two! Smells a lot like that." He coughed. "Number three is clean and minimal wetness across the whole. But to make up for this fact... it's most likely haunted. You're taking your chances in there."

The giggles were slow and quiet at first. But each built and compounded on the other. Soon they were streaming from the girl while she pressed harder into him. More weight than needed. Was she looking for any excuse to lean onto him? "Oh... you poor wimp. This what you do? Talk and talk whenever you get nervous?"

"Something like that." Spike dropped the act. "Usually I can out-talk either my fears or whoever it is I'm dealing with. Just start and hope to land upon something." He looked directly down at her, seeing Rainbow's face pressed below his chest. Her cheeks squished into the spread of scales. "You know you're a beautiful mare, right? Just... anyone you want... you could have."

She chuckled against him. Her eyes were bigger from their proximity. He'd never known of their subtle glow. One cute stand of mane had draped over the left. "Trust me. I'm well aware. You can have pizza every night too."

"I mostly do too."

"But you don't have pizza every night." Rainbow pulled away from him and, at once, her soft, heated coat was gone. His scales froze in her absence. "Some nights you have tacos. Others pasta. You spice it up! Variety and that." Rainbow's coming sigh felt more like a whimper. "Dating is kinda like that. I know you don't have much experience with it. But you go... with whatever you're feeling that night."

Spike didn't know why his head had lowered or why his heart ceased trying to escape... only that all of the above occurred. "Guess the causal fling isn't all that personal?"

Rainbow had led the way forward but froze on his words. Her head lowered and a prismatic mane limped over her face. Seconds passed before her muzzle flicked to him, grinning, eyes closed. "Of course there's a little somethin' personal to it. Wouldn't just have a fling with anyone." She shook her head. "But it doesn't go much beyond that. Just a guy and a girl having fun to kill the night."

Spike nodded. "Right."

"C'mon now." Rainbow walked back and tugged on his claw. "Let's try our luck with room three. Don't think we have to worry about anything trying to haunt you."

Spike had followed after her with a smile. Maybe this won't be so bad. Guilt had arisen in receiving personal treatment and not earning it—or deserving it. But talking with Rainbow showed how she'd kept the same in most respects. Truly the mare was looking for a good fuck-buddy. Might as well learn a thing or two.

And hopefully feel a thing or two.

Rainbow Dash could feel the tingles in her hooves as the two were cramped within the stall. They'd locked the door but didn't want to risk a chance of being caught. Hard to explain to the press why a Wonderbolt had her mouth full of a friend's cock. At least the titles would have an alteration to go off.

Dashing Dash and Dragon Dick.

She blinked back into reality.

Muscular thighs consumed the sides of the stall, brushing across her shoulders, trailing away until his feet pressed onto the surface of the door. He sat back on the closed toilet as his frame arched nearly to the height of the walls. It wasn't until being shoved together that she realized how big he was.

Rainbow Dash gazed up to see his face overhead. He was smiling at her, sweat collecting on his cheeks. Intermittent chuckles were his fetish as his gaze couldn't settle on a wall to focus on. Sometimes they dared to stare at her. Seconds of bravery join by moments of cowardice.

She had this effect on him. Without saying or doing anything, simply in being with this stall as him, looking as she did... it was enough to affect his world. Was it because of what she was about to do? Perhaps the reaction would be within range no matter the mare. But it seemed more special because of her.

Was it because she was special? Special in simply existing or because she was special to him? Was she special to him for reasons greater than her image, or what was viewed and talked about by others, now, a collective impression of her.

Rainbow shook her head. Useless thoughts hurting her head. All she needed was to become a horny mare again. Yes... yes... that was right. Be the slut craving the hot fuck. Feeling a heat drifting between her legs, the strands of her tail flicked, a subconscious effort, the cues of a mare entering a mood.

Something he felt too.

Rainbow lifted onto her hind legs and took a few steps forward, her forelegs resting on his thighs, a tickle of a smile on the edges of her lips. Strong and broad and warm through the pants. Without meaning to her cheek dropped to one, snuggling the spot, feeling it tense beneath her.

She gazed at him from her pillow, her view climbing, offering him a sweet smirk.

He chuckled. "So, uh, this normal?"

It wasn't. Rainbow lifted from his thigh and settled on the waistband of his pants. "'Course it is. Never heard of foreplay before? Sheesh." She leaned into his crotch and enjoyed the denim expanse. "Hope you're a quick study when it comes to getting dirty. It just isn't enough to get you off. We're not here only to get you off." Her face pressed into his curve, a feeling of something twitching underneath her cheek. "You can easily jerk off at home if that's all you wanted. Part of a casual fling is to indulge in the stuff that doesn't come solo."

She felt it. The mass growing across the planes of Spike's pants. It expanded across and against the fabric, a full bugle developing, supple in shape, a thickness worth remembering, something warm on the face. She nuzzled against the growing member to its occasional twitch. It was like teasing a toy she would soon get to play with.

Just as she was about to dive in, a series of claws washed over her face, streaking through her mane, a sweep to push it back. Her eyes glimmered up at him as his expression had softened. His smile squeaked. "Sorry. It's just... I wanted to see more of your face."

He blinked at the established implication. "N-Not because I want to see it while you're... y' know... doing the do. No wait. I do want to see it. I want to see it during that—b-but not because of that!" The back of his head leaned further down the wall. "I suck at this."

Rainbow Dash was feeling happy. It wasn't often it happened and it caused her to feel lighter. Being with Spike, even like this, was enough to remove her doubts from the world. She was able to immerse herself into this poor excuse for a dragon. "Hey now. I'm the one supposed to be doing the sucking here."

Spike's lips parted as he couldn't repress laughter at the joke. "You're the worst."

"My experience cares to differ."

Her non-existent experience.

"And you should want to see my face for how attractive it is." Rainbow Dash gazed down at the pants to feel the swell of his cock that pulsed against the fabric. Her eyes widened while following it across his inner-thigh. She whistled. "I know dragons are always packing the heat. But this?”

"Rainboooow! You're killin' me here.”

"What? You've got a nice, long, thick cock!" Rainbow chuckled to herself. It'd hadn't often been that she used that word—and this was the first time saying it to a guy. "That's, like, a good thing! Means I won't have to pretend or put any fake stuff on."

Spike coughed. "You were going to fake your time with me?"

"Hey! Don't blame me for that! It would have been on you regarding whatever I did." Rainbow glanced away. "Can't expect me to enjoy a one-inch wonder now. Take note of that, will ya? Sometimes a good mare has to put on a fake show for the sake of a guy she likes. That, or too scared to embarrass him."

Spike looked as though he wanted to ask three questions at once. "And what about me?"

Rainbow Dash answered that in planting her face into his bugle, coming to wiggle her snout across it, sometimes sliding down its sides. Its juicy slope twitched into the hardness of her nose. The first inch was easily sunk into—but rawness was teased from underneath.

Spike's head lurched back at feeling his cock played with by another. That a mare was dug in-between his legs and rolling his head over his dick like a cat that was pawing to play. She nuzzled its length down to his thigh, where, in ceasing her teasing, kissed its tip.

"It's a good thing you brushed my hair back," Rainbow joked as her hooves went for the button of his jeans, struggling for a second to push it through. His cock arched higher in his pants—craving to be with her. "Ever bat a mare's face with your penis before? It's something you'll want to write a textbook about."

Rainbow Dash hadn't been sure what she was expecting to come out. Keeping within the realm of a confident and slutty mare allowed her to act as though she was one. The lack of experience didn't matter if she could lie to herself and him in having done this a thousand times before.

Her muzzle dove into the zipper of the jeans, which her teeth nipped on, pulling the golden panel down, the sound delicious on her ears. Given enough of a preview inward, her snout wiggled into the presented slit. Ebony underwear, dense in its layer, clung to his hips.

His cock stretched the underwear to its limits as it struggled to contain it. Twitches and throbs all to get out. Rainbow leaned into the brim and tugged it down, ever slowly, until the pressure against the materiel was at its greatest.

Until the meaty slab flung out in its release.

Rainbow Dash took a second to pause as she stood before the towering pillar of masculinity. The beating heart in her chest knew of no rest in finally seeing a dick up close. It reached past her eyes, reaching further than the highest spike in her mane. His cock flicked in place, needing attention, few veins across it, expressing it as a quivering delight.

She leaned in first to inhale the smell. It'd been a scent not unknown, the scent of musk, something produced herself. Something was different about him. It was creamy and dark and clouded her lungs—tickling bursting reward along the back of her mind.

Rainbow pressed her snout into the underside of his cock, feeling its warmth rest across the bridge of her muzzle, its girth filling out between her eyes. Pumping fire pulsated throughout the shaft while she inhaled its perfume.

Her tail lifted of its own accord. Too much heat was caught and locked-in from her tail. Her pussy warmed to the feeling of his cock. How it rested and towered over her, twitching and smacking into her, each clap precise in its sound.

"Tell me this isn't something you've craved." Rainbow Dash spoke the words through the underside of his dick, exhaling on its scales, feeling it quiver. "An attractive mare trapped underneath the size of your cock, unable to keep still, shuffling in place. What? Did you think those flicks of the tail were for nothing?"

She peeked out the side of the mast to look up at his face again, so high and so above, a perch of power. Were it not for his scared but pleasured expression—she would have assumed him calling the shots. The tip of her tongue stuck out at him, eyes closing, before she licked at his scales.

And found herself moaning at the taste. It was hard to stifle her surprise for tasting him had been expected to be the worse part. But each lick at the surface was sweeter than sweet. Explosions of candy wilted on her tongue like cotton candy would. It was a taste, craved. "This is why stallions and mares do what they do. You get to feel better by having a mare work on your cock to sate all of her little urges."

She giggled cutely to herself. "And I get to play with a giant cock to keep myself fed for the evening."

Her forelegs rose to the base of the shaft to pose it. Sliding next to it, she cutely batted her face with the side of his member. It softly slapped her cheek and did so again. "Don't you like this? Beating my cute little face in with this giant cock of yours? You're harder than hard now—so it must feel good."

"I-It, um, f-feels good right now." Spike rolled his head back and his claws gripped the underside of the seat. "Never had, y' know, someone else work down there before. The feeling's completely different. Seeing your face next to it... does wonders for a guy's heart! Never thought I'd feel... dunno.. p-powerful?"

"Does the power dragon want to keep smacking his dick across my face?"

Spike squeezed his eyes shut. "This... is the type of stuff I'm supposed to get off to?"

"It's a two-way street, babe." Rainbow hadn't realized that name drop until it was already said. From there, she continued to play along, heart racing, desires dictating the direction. "Not smacking myself around with your cock only for your sake. I'm a dirty mare too. Want to feel that dick throwing me around."

The poor dragon whimpered at the request.