Just a Blowjob

~ II ~

First Times are Never Right

Spike found trouble in keeping his heart inside his chest, needing a claw over his pec to prevent its explosion, a transition in the night frightening his mind. Rainbow Dash was so hot and so lithe, a peak of petite trapped between his legs.

She was almost like a cat beneath and below and before him, feeling her barrel across his thighs, warm fuzz that brushed across fresh scales, warming them with another life. Intimacy wasn't a decency afforded to him. Much less physical contact.

But he craved it. Throwing his head back to repress all the groans and moans slipping through his lips... how he craved to. To be held and hugged and brushed and touched and all those other wonderful kinds of stuff.

Yet he didn't betray himself. Despite the desire to lay a claw on her barrel, to brush digits through that mane again, to be close, to smell her scent, the freshness of dew by a riverside... that was an indulgence denied.

Rather he was set to enjoy the casual fling for what it was.

Spike was leaning back on the top of the lid to the seat, feeling it squeak as his bottom shifted, catching the flick of her glance to there. Did she find him attractive in the way he found her the same? His eyes settled over the length of her barrel to her bottom. Plushness toned into firmness from daily exercise.

He couldn't deny his interest but, the problem was, there was more than one. Just as much as he wanted to cop a feel for a feeling that was unknown for the majority of his life, he also wanted to hug the mare close, feeling her softness compressing onto his body, a joining of goodness hardly containable in its bliss.

Rainbow Dash, however, was still there, on his crotch, before his...

Spike sighed as the mare had taken to the qualities of a cat. Her muzzle laid flat before its base, at times shifting to the sides, the sensations of it brushing rendered a tickling amazement. Those cyan forelegs pawed at around his cock, pushing on it, left and right, seeing how it lean and swung.

Was she experimenting or was this foreplay? Her eyes were lost on his size but, be it low self-esteem or the truth, that didn't seem to be her fixation. She was amazed at the object itself. Like she had never seen one before, pawing and playing with it now, getting a feel, a sense, an idea for it all.

Spike's mouth opened to ask a question—but thought again. Would he expose his inexperience once more? It wouldn't do anything but earn another confident giggle from the mare. Better to be the fool and play along. "What's wrong? The sleeping girl hasn't been with a dragon before?"

Rainbow seized in place as if caught in a crime. Before she spoke, she swallowed—that act, of course... done early. "W-What can I say? You're a new case." Her muzzle dashed into his underside and pushed the bridge of her nose into it. "Always knew something would happen between us eventually. But, uh, not gonna lie to you squirt."

Her eyes glanced at his head, catching the sheen around it, the lathered pre thinning outward. Rainbow cursed silently with her lips. Subconscious word association? "I've had my fair of stallions and even griffons too. Zebras to see what all the jazz was about. But not many dragons around I'd trust myself with."

Spike gulped as he shifted backward, not budging an inch, however, as her muzzle weighed on him. "So... any differences?"

"Er." Rainbow chuckled as only the sides of her face could be seen behind his shaft. She was still pressed into it, talking, the warm breath and tickling vibrations evoking an unintentional result. "How do ya mean?"

"Just that you seem to be taking your time with this." Spike tossed a claw to the back of his neck, scratching, fighting the urge to throw a jerk of his hips. Having a mare pressed face-first into his dick, keeping there like it was some sort of new home... it made for a strange way of conversation. "But I'm not exactly t-talkin' from experience here either."

Rainbow Dash actually pulled to the side of his cock, her face, bashful, but he knew better than to speak of it. Something still didn't feel right despite all the tingly nerves blissful in their accumulating pleasure. It wasn't from either of them not wanting this. Of that he was sure. "I guess... I'm not used to one quite like this. It's different, y'know?"

Spike choked while inhaling. "Bad difference?"

Confidence flushed back into her expression at the exposure of his insecurity. It granted power, control, an ability to falter—if only a little—but still be on top in the dynamic. A girl like her was probably used to being on top—regardless of the guy or size. "Don't let your doubts get a head-start just yet. You're still my friend through this, Spike. I'm not about to jerk you around like that."

Her pink gems slid over to the tip of his dick, which twitched from the attention, the play on words driving him on. "Well. Still jerk you around. But in the other way. The good way."

"Right."

"I mean I'm going to jerk around your cock."

"I-I got that."

"B-But not actually jerk around, y'know, 'cuz that would be painful." Her prismatic mane covered her eyes as fields of pink flushed across her cheeks. She twisted her head in shame. "I'd jerk it like you would. The normal way. Up and down. That kind of stuff."

"D-Don't sweat it." Spike coughed as he turned his head as well, the two, too shameful, to gaze at the other. Still they were close, touching in places never done so before, that very causing the situation to grow harder. "I got what you mean."

Rainbow regained the courage to look back at him, him doing the same, hearing the sway of her hair allowing him to gaze back as well. In the silence of their stare, a chuckle broke out, first from one, then from two, the duo bursting into laughter.

They started to laugh and laugh as their mirth floated out from the stall. Both of them were unaware of what tickled the interior of their bodies to laugh as hard as they had. Looking at each other as the giggles ran their course.

Spike laid fully back on the wall as the last of the laughter was exhausted from his stomach, leaving him a chuckling mess, one, finally, glad to be here. He gazed down and over at Rainbow, who pushed her muzzle to the side with a hoof, an appearance of utter adorableness.

"Y'know," Spike began with a loose strand of chuckles, "it... feels like we've got the strangeness out of the air." He leaned his head to the side and was able to smile. Not smirk or grin as was expected in the flirting of a casual fling. "Sorry again I suck with all of this. Not going to lie and say this isn't a bit scary."

He covered his face with a limp claw and laughed at himself once more. "I must be the first guy in life to ever be scared of getting his dick sucked." Spike shook the claw free from his face as it fell to his side. "Even talking dirty feels kinda wrong. But... just a matter of experience and getting used to it, right?"

Rainbow giggled to a nodding head. "Something like that, sport."

The mare seemed more relaxed around him now as her muzzle rose over the side of his shaft. She peered at it, looking around—flinching at its occasional throb. Rainbow's snout inched close to the skin for a sniff. "I can say it smells better than I was expecting. It's strong on the nose. Really strong.”

Her eyes closed and she inhaled in a continuous stream, a dreamy quiver across her lips, that followed by a happy sigh. Was she becoming drunk on his aroma? Spike never dared to think too positively of himself. Much less to assume someone else was having a positive influence because of him.

Was it arrogance or truth to assume the mare was drunk on the smell of his cock? That it was something appealing and a sudden desire of her body. He felt guilty for the tickles of her breath around his slope. It felt good. Knowing she was breathing his deepest, darkest, most personal scent. Knowing that he filled her lungs with his pleasant stench and that all she craved was ever more of it.

Rainbow Dash was a mare that slept around, so it made sense that cock, its smell and shape, would be a love of hers. Wouldn't sleep around if she didn't like it, right? Why else would she stuff her face into his cock so easily? It was the heated hardness weighing and burning into her skin, that sensation, she desired.

It was that, and not him, she wanted.

Rainbow Dash had been fighting the blush throughout the encounter. Maybe it was because a part of her never thought it'd turn out this way—that she could actually convince the guy to stuff himself into a bathroom stall—with her hooves actually finding out what scared her slightly.

But the lie of never seeing a dragon's before brought her time and an excuse to do a little bit of research. Everything that happened, though, was because of how 'different' he was from all the 'other' guys she'd been with. Rainbow didn't want to lay that shame on him.

But she didn't want to lay it on herself either.

At least Rainbow could make up for it.

With her lungs composed with the darkness of his musk, she hovered to the side of his dick, forced to tilt back to see its tip. Gently she risked a hoof against it, a feeling of smoothness beneath her fur.

He twitched at her touch.

She had done that? Such an intense and immediate reaction from him? Perhaps there would be a way to turn this around after all. Slowly her hoof brushed up the side of his dick, reaching its middle, all to the whimpering repressing of his moans.

"I-It feels really good when you do that." Spike leaned his head back but kept his gaze down, it always set on her face. "I don't know if it's because someone else is doing it, but... it feels waaaaay better than, y' know, usual."

Rainbow enjoyed the laughter coming from deeper within. She'd entered a trance with her current fascination. Without removing her eyes from it, her hoof brushed down again, feeling how her coat tickled across it. "So my hoof is better than your claw, huh? That's good to know. Always thought having digits would make it better or something."

"M-Maybe." Spike gasped another groan, this one allowed to sing out, a hum following through. "It's like your hoof is all-encompassing. It may not grab and reach around, but the way it blankets over the surface... the fur makes a huge difference."

"Does it now?"

Spike was without words as another soft whimper slipped through his lips. His bottom lip was bitten down as her hoof searched around. It lacked his grip, but her hoof covered a greater space, spilling over, pressing harder, an aspect letting her be unique to him.

She could be and do something he was unable.

It allowed her to actually be special.

At least to him.

"Gotta admit that these are different." Rainbow leaned her muzzle into a tilt next to the middle of his dick. On its sides were little frills, closer to a mane in texture, thin and long, silky and soft, her hoof lifting to brush over it. "Don't know of any stallions or griffons or anything else having these."

Spike chuckled as he looked down, proper, away from her; her shoulders slumped at losing his gaze. Despite the rising of his pleasure, he always looked at her, turned on by seeing how she went. Or maybe he just liked looking at her.

But now he was looking down at himself... and away from her. "I don't know if any dragons have it either."

Rainbow blinked and broke out from her trance. "You mean... you haven't..."

"Never really been in the market for seeing another dragon down there." He chuckled in a way that dripped smaller from the other. "And not many magazines or textbooks about the matter. For all I know, I could be a freak down there." Then a genuine chuckle sounded. "Already been a freak for most of my life anyway."

"Oooor you could be a one of a kind!" Rainbow injected in wanting to lift his spirits. Part of her wanted to climb and use that hoof to lift his chin instead... but she was terrified of climbing over a certain something. "Have you ever considered something like that before?"

"Not fondly?"

Rainbow Dash shook her head as she hid halfway behind his dick. "You've seriously gotta stop being so negative on yourself. Just because you haven't been with a mare doesn't mean you're a bad looking guy!"

Spike found it hard but, as the seconds passed, he started to smile. "Hard to know what a good-looking dragon looks like."

"You kidding? Ya doofus! That kind of stuff doesn't matter." Rainbow smiled at him from behind her hiding place. "All that counts is that you're good looking to the girl that likes you. Only reason to look good is to get with someone, right?"

Spike chuckled. "You think?"

"Well... you were good looking enough for me to even consider you." Rainbow felt good that, even though all of this was in a lie... that she could make him feel better. That she could inflict some confidence into the boy that deserved it most of all. "Out of all the guys I've been with recently, you're the one I've had the most interest in. Besides, these frills look sick! An extra brush and tickle once we start doing the business."

Spike smiled down at her. "I guess.... thank you, Rainbow. Never had mare talk about me like that before."

"Like I said, big guy." Rainbow leaned back and brought her forehooves to the sides of his dick, starting at the base and working up, surprising him with the pleasure. "All that matters is that you've got a hot and horny mare wanting to play with your dick. You're seriously hurting the female population by keeping this thing away from us."

"Okay." Spike shook his head as he weakly chuckled. "Now I know you're just trying to inflate my ego."

"Not even close! What did I tell you? Nothing but the truth tonight." Her hooves found a tempo on his sides, going up and down, enduring the jerks of the burning pillar between them. It was becoming less scary to touch as she went over it. "We're friends, after all. Right?"