Just a Blowjob

~ III ~

Perceptions of Others

Spike had never been blown by a mare and, while it had been scary—with a touch of strange—it all felt too good to seriously think about. The pair had stumbled out from the stall, the mare in a gait, a swishing to her tail.

The dragon limped out after her before collapsing onto the skin for support. Rainbow peered over at her shoulder at him, brought into a laugh and a grin. She covered her muzzle and looked away. The expression of the incredibly embarrassed. "Easy there. I didn't rock you that hard."

"Right! Right." Spike stood up from the sink with a deep stare at himself in the mirror. Tall, lean, and a touch of handsome. No longer a fat kid now. Rather an adult able to get his dick sucked—and for both parties to enjoy it. "Nothing special. It was nothing special, all right."

He then fell back and crashed into the ground. The sizable thud tittered the ground beneath Rainbow's hooves. She didn't come back to help him. Not even as his eyes swam over and his head raised to see her.

"You are seriously hopeless if just a blowjob is enough to knock you onto the ground." Rainbow's chest puffed and her muzzle dipped into the feathers of her wings. She took out blad shades and placed them on. "Think you and I will have to do this again. Just enough to fuck some stamina into ya."

"I... I could probably go again... " His claw wobbled in lifting into the air. "... if you... did... all the work..."

Rainbow inched the shades onto her snout in looking back. Her tail kept flicking. Heat and the scent of something. Both floated in the air. "Afraid you won't even catch a casual girl for long with that. You always seemed like the rromance type—but that don't mean that you don't need to fuck her right."

"The great Rainbow Dash and her sage wisdom!"

Rainbow pushed the shades back on. "Could always ask Twilight for advice."

"I'll take your whipping instead."

"Good." Rainbow smirked. “Cuz next time.” Her tail flicked away to reveal the plumpness of her flanks and what was squeezed between them. The curve of her little vulva, tight and blue, dressed over in fuzz. "You'll be getting used to handling this. Don't worry, though."

She laughed in walking on; her tail flicked back to conceal herself.

"I'm sure your dick will be able to handle it."

Spike laid collapsed on the floor.

Rainbow Dash walked through the door in a choked breath and a density that bloated from inside her skin. Every dull beat of her heart, breaking ice across her frame, chest, clenched, lungs collapsed. The door was scarcely closed before her back collapsed onto it.

And she slid down.

Rainbow hyperventilated and looked right and down the halls to find them clear and dark and littered in posters and muck. Dim neon rolled out on the corners of the hall. Left, and down a few steps, music blared, hooves hopped, and it all was an echo to her ears.

She laid a hoof on her chest to feel her heart beating faster than she'd ever felt it before. Breathing through the mouth was poisonous and the urge to vomit was present. That cock. It scared her so much. Large, throbbing, attached to a dragon.

And if her friend hadn't been more scared of her.

Then...

Rainbow had taken it all. Down her throat, choking, not caring for air, not from pleasure, but not wanting to break cover. Spike lifted a claw to her head. Her eyes looked at him through the veil of her mane. Even though she said she could take it, her eyes, they pleaded with him, giving up herself.

She soon took control once everything was over.

But it could have been made at that moment had the dragon mentioned it but once.

The taste was still on her lips. Not as bad as a stallion's as she'd come to hear about. This was warm, tasty, although it stung at the taste buds. Rainbow shook her head. Wrestling back her heartbreak, she rose, clattering onto all fours, that was, until her shades fell off.

Her heart sank and, in putting them on again, went to get a drink to clear her mouth.

'So... Rainbow Dash? Nice."

"Yeah... very nice." It'd been a day, and the bar was not the same, with his entry, even by the bouncer, met with a high-five. Ponies whispered as he walked by, coming to notice and call him out. They also high-five and asked if he wanted to hang later. "Seems like everyone knows I had a good time with Rainbow."

"Rainbow getting with anyone is bound to break the news." The bartender polished a glass before setting it beneath the counter. "Surely a reporter like yourself would know that. So how was it? Everyone seems to think she'd be a little smaller than you would expect."

Spike blinked in holding a shot by the ends of his talons. He glanced up. "How do you mean?"

"Well... just that Rainbow's more so somepony that you're fucking for the personality is all."

The dragon's eyes narrowed painfully. "Come again?"

"Just that she's attractive in all regards, y'know! An addictive personality that both sides of the fence want to swing toward. Body's lithe and a knockout. Confident face and rainbow mane and she just oozes cool! Never seen a mare be hotter when eating a pizza before."

"Guess... you got me there."

"But doesn't have much of an ass."

Spike closed his left eye and downed his drink to the burning of fire down his throat. None at the bar talked to him about him. Rather the subject would be about the pony themselves or something else in general. This was the first time he was the focus.

What was he supposed to do here? He glanced over his shoulder to see ponies leaning and listening in. Had none else in the bar had their way yet? Rainbow wasn't the type to sleep around, sure. But at least one other bloke had to have rattled off the experience.

"I mean... I like it?" He offered in turning back and nudging the empty glass with a talon. It was refilled instead of being put away. That, and without charge either. "Maybe not like Rarity in being all in your face. Smaller than Applejack's, sure, but instead of being all muscle—its tone. You could cup it easily, maybe, but that makes what's there more delicate, y'know? You treasure it more—instead of being overloaded."

Spike glanced over his shoulder to see everyone looking at him like an idiot.

He turned back to down the glass and saw that another was already waiting.

“But how did it feel?”

"I, uh, didn't feel it."

Universal groans rang out from the bar.

Just as a bell rang out from the door.

Everyone turned to their usual spots as, across the checkered floor, on the side of a pool table, there, stalked in the mare with a bomber-jacket. Shades once more. A crust of a pizza hung from her lips as she slowly chowed on it.

Rainbow stopped in place and pushed up on the shades in noticing the dragon. "Spike?"

He saluted. "Spike's evil twin brother! Reporting for duty!"

Rainbow huffed a breath and then finished her pizza. She didn't bother in hiding, making their affair private in pointing a foreleg to the afar steps. Bit after bit of crush was nibbled before disappearing into her mouth. "Wanna ewat mwe owht iwn there?"

Spike's arm jerked to his chest and he tried once more to repress his beating heart. His cold blood went colder in the possibility of freezing all over. That weight in his belly, horrible and expanding, flushed throughout his system.

"Could you... say that again?" he asked with a hopeful smile. "You had pizza in your mouth and I wasn't sure what you said."

Rainbow's head threw back in swallowing the final bite. She then looked forward with a sigh. "Oh Celestia that was good! Ah right." She cleared her throat for sticky remains before trying again. "I was wondering if you wanted to eat me out in the—"

Spike dashed at her and, in taking her forelegs, brought them into a sprint to the steps. Most took this as excitement, and so cheered after the couple. Rainbow struggled to run and, in glancing back to the crowd, lifted the shades to offer them a wink.

And the bartender, unpaid, was given the right to shout.

"And don't forget, this time, to grab her rump!"

Spike met resistance in opening the door to the bathroom as the mare's foreleg slipped out from his claw. He turned to bark, that was, until catching her on the opposing walls. Standing on two legs with the door on her side pushed open. There was a symbol of a filly on it this time.

"Oh right."

The dragon walked to the door before stopping at the frame. "Wait a sec! This isn't why I—"

Rainbow hip-checked him as her rump swung into his back, and he was forced to stumble into the ladies' room. There were two pegasuses, each immersed before a mirror, turning to pat makeup. Spike stood tall before this, scared, mouth open, and only breath coming out.

They finally noticed the male and, as their faces took to anger, from his side, Rainbow appeared. They glanced from him to her and her to him to laugh at once. Snickering, they collected their bags on a wing and, in walking out, they bumped each of the couple with their rears.

The door shut behind them, and Rainbow flicked it closed with the density of her tail.

"What the heck, Rainbow!? How the hay can you walk into a bar and—"

Rainbow's head wiggled back from the echoing of his voice and, in lowering a hoof in the air, the dragon started to shout in whispers about his anger.

"—and ask me a question like that!"

Rainbow's wing unfurled to take away her glasses, folding it within her feathers, as the whole snuggled into her side. She looked up at him with a cocked head and a squinted eye. "That a problem? I thought you got used to this whole male and female social thing." Her eyes fluttered. "You're not embarrassed by sleeping with me, are you?"

"What? Of course not! Would be a national honour and all that."

"Pfft."

"Sorry! Really couldn't think of anything better to describe what it would mean to be with you."

"Think I'm worth a lot of honours?

"You're too good for Princess Celestia herself."

"Better than a goddess?"

"You've got a charm that makes you too good for anypony."

'So I'm doomed to be great and alone?"

"Kinda... ya."

Rainbow's wings blasted into and pushed him back. "Buzz off."

"Tch!" Spike stumbled back in a twirl and brushed himself off. "I-It's true though! Feels like no matter who you choose won't be good enough to complete the picture."

Rainbow shook her head as though a lot of work needed to be done and was already taking the first step in so doing. "Listen now. You got it good at the start. Gave me a bunch of compliments that, while dorky, were genuine and praising."

Spike slumped on coming still. "And where did I mess up?"

"When you started to put yourself down?"

"Me? But I said others—"

"Every guy means himself when they say others." Rainbow shook her head. "You let me know that you think I'm too good for you and that all of this is my choice."

"Isn't it, though? I mean you get to decide the lucky bastard that gets to be with you."

Rainbow's face squeezed shut and proceeded to nod. "Okay. Alright. That was a pretty good one." She returned to normal after that. "Good recovery on that one. Can never expect to stay gold for long. Have to be able to pull back those awkward moments."

"Is this a test? I wasn't told there would be one."

Rainbow was feeling a mixture of things that she couldn't work out what they meant. Everything the dragon said, she liked, although felt fearful in accepting it. It was the image of Rainbow Dash those words were directed to. The mare underneath that was a klutz.

Yet her cheeks coloured regardless of that.

"None of this is an actual test," Rainbow went on in feeling secure in her standing, taking a pose that showed her form. Doing things like that flooded a feeling through her, which gave her a touch of confidence. "Just an 'in the head' one for me to keep track of you. You're a good guy, Spike. The world doesn't come by a lot like you."

She had to look up to see his face, which was downcast, scared and saddened, although with a smile. It caused her to do the same as boy and girl stood in a bathroom where nothing clean ever occurred.

And then he had to speak.

"I have a feeling that an insult comes next."

Rainbow twitched out from the trance in being ejected out from that buttery feeling. "Just that you easily ruin moments and are doomed if a mare ever takes you to a bathroom stall. Much less a bedroom." Her lips pushed out as she nodded. "Even worse if you find a girl wanting to do that with you all the time."

Spike crossed his claws and covered it over his chest. "I'm so sorry to have put you through this, Rainbow."

Rainbow's head turned as she winked. "Thankfully, I'm willing to make the sacrifice to save all marekind. You ever eaten pussy before?"

If saying that was enough to jolt her heart into breaking down, then she could only fear for the dragon who, in his hyperventilation, was too immersed in seeing her own. Rainbow's chest puffed as the furs on her forelegs rose as well. The dragon stumbled back into a wall, a smack echoing off the walls, his claws reaching for safety.

Inhale through the snout and out through the mouth. Rainbow was graceful in her recovery as nothing broke on her surface. She carried on, in the flow from before. She hadn't even known she'd asked the dragon to eat her out. Just keeping in whatever felt right to be.

Rainbow had been standing before the door as they talked and, in feeling the need to act like the kind of girl they spoke of her as being, had blurted out that line like it was nothing. However, deep inside, nerves exploded, a spreading radius that only now had found its whole detonation.

Spike seemed to have the same reaction as his claws covered over his heart in the attempt to repress it. Even though her heart was racing, knowing his was doing the same... it quelled her like ice on fire. Nothing of the act changed. What they would go through—or even what would happen.

But because he was more scared than she was, the perception itself, allowed her to regain her confidence. Was there a reason for that? If some confident stallion had taken her here, knowing what to do... and what to take.

Would she be able to maintain the act even then?

"I, uh-huh... n-n-no."

Rainbow was able to grin and flush an exasperated breath through it. “Ever seen one before? I know." She polished a hoof against her chest. "Maybe in a magazine that Twilight wouldn't let you read? Ever sneak a peek while she was changing?"

His horror became confusion before backing to horror. "I haven't lived with Twilight in over two years."

Rainbow's head cock. "It doesn't tend to look different unless you get way older."

His eyes scrunched as being imploded beneath his scales. He was so easy to tease. So touchy about the littlest things. Always swearing to be nothing like Twilight—yet traces of her bubbled in him. “Rainbow please. You're killing me."

Roll of the eyes and a groan to let him know it was over. "Alright. Guess we can take this slow C'mon." How could he not see the cracks rolling up her foreleg? Or hear those hushed breaths barely straddled between her lips. Everything breaking. Heartbeat increasing. "This stall looks clean enough. Should be able to do a quickie here."

Quick. That was the word they used, right? Heard in passing from friends and read in the books none were allowed to know she had. The door squeaked as her hoof pushed it open. Clean tiles and a marble toilet. Guess someone was looking out for her after all.

Rainbow couldn't bear to look at the boy in her side-long nod at him. She rose onto her hind legs and went to pull the zipper to her bomber. Wings shooting out and washing over it, straining to pull, the few yanks having the pair slide off.

"Uhm."

The voice floated from behind. She looked over her shoulder to see him standing at the door frame. His claw waved with a flexing of its digits. He chuckled. "Mind if I try?"

"Uhhh... sure!" Rainbow coughed and turned to the wall and, on his step, found herself taking one back—backing into the stall's wall. She pressed against it as he came before her. The space was tight. The smoothness of his belly brushed into her own. "Gotta figure out where you dragons buy your claws from."

"Our parents give it to us for free while we're still in the egg." He lowered to his knees with his concentration on her zipper. He was blushing. Still nervous. Though zipping down her jacket seemed to help with the edge. "If I ever track the old pair down—I'll see about finding you a discount."

Rainbow giggle. "Careful. Or else I might hold you to it."

Spike smiled in pulling the outfit free. His claws passed over her forelegs and helped the material across. He drew close in pulling them off. Once she was free, he lifted the jacket off her, turning and handing it on the door's hook.

He then shut the stall and turned back only to be faced with a chest full of fluff. Rainbow watched him look at it—scared that this would lead to her getting caught. How it rose and fell, quickly, to the racing of a heartbeat.

His claw suddenly opened and he went to lay it on her. Raising her voice couldn't even produce a squeak. Rather she surrendered to fate. The closing of her eyes and accepting the end was nigh.

And yet it never came.

Spike's claw fell away.

And Rainbow didn't know why she felt disappointed.

"Sorry about that." His sharp muzzle rose from her chest, and he looked up at her. This was her first time looking down at him. Close enough to see his face. Cuter than it was handsome. But his eyes. Glossy and green. Dim on the surface with a brightness that was behind it. "Just never realized how fluffy you were."

"You dork." Her forehooves pushed him away as she laughed. "All pegasi are supposed to be fluffy. I'm not anything special."

His head cutely cocked in genuine confusion. "But you are, aren't you?"

"Spike! You... ya... tch-ahhh!" Her head shook violently as her heartbeat was much the same. "Rule one! Never phrase a compliment in a question! Or else the whole thing loses its meaning at that point."

He slumped like he fucked up. "Sorry."

Rainbow winced. "D-Don't be! Still learning the ropes and all that! Ahahaha... hahaha... ha...." Celestia she wasn't sounding good now. She was losing this. Time to get to the heart of it. "A-Anyway. It's about time we got to this."

Turning to the toilet revealed the lid was over it. Good. She stepped over and took a seat on it. Being as tall as she could manage in looking at the dragon. He sunk beneath her view, as if needing to be beneath it. Power wrecked through her at once. The genuine feeling of... being above him.

That was until she remembered that she was supposed to spread her legs.

Rainbow laid back with her forehooves propped behind her but, try as she might, she couldn't force her legs to part. Spike's face loomed above her knees, terribly confused, as though this was a cue for him to do something. But he was as clueless as her.

And the guilt showed on his face.

All of which she caused with this facade.

"N-Now! Usually you'd worked each other up at this point." Rainbow coughed into her shoulder—hardly an alluring act. "Kissing and rubbing hooves over each other. You can't get enough of whoever you're with. And you're just trying to take as much as you can get."

His face recoiled. "Take?'

"Yeah! Take! Cause it feels so good?" Don't slap yourself. Don't slap yourself. Don't slap yourself. "Dragon like you should be used to that. Well. No. A dragon should be used to that. Hey! Maybe this might even kick off some baser instinct or something."

"Like the greed that almost made me destroy my town and hurt those that I cared about."

Rainbow blinked. "Er." Her head twisted away. "Good point. Don't think a gal will be able to take you at that size." One of her eyes scrunched. "Which is totally not the angle that you were going for." Try again, Rainbow, and do better this time. Live up to the greatest fuck anyone could ever know. Where's your confidence? "Alright listen. I've done a proper job of mucking everything up until now. But let me explain this to you real quick so you can get a thing about causal relations."

Spike still seemed confused but, in being like that often with Twilight, nodded in the hope of figuring it during the speech.

"When a guy and a girl get together and they want nothing more than a get-together—they're in it to feel good." Rainbow nodded and continued to rattle on about what she thought was the case. "So they devour each other. Kissing and grabbing at whatever makes 'em happy. Stallions like to grab rump, and mares can't help but feel at a chiselled chest."

The dragon still seemed confused—but now, only less so. "So they're just in it to get whatever makes them feel good?"

"Pretty much! Nothing wrong with that either! Gotta shop around to see what the market is like before you wanna buy." There you go. Finding you swagger with a couple of stacked lies. Fake it till you make it. Maybe after Spike, you'll have the confidence to do it for real. "Or maybe you wanna swing it loose for a bit. Have a good time and a hook-up for different occasions. You'd be surprised at the number of doors that can open because of one mare."

Spike pulled a palm underneath his eye and turned away for a moment. "Tell me about it. Gone to this bar for a while now. First time ever I've held the attention of a full room. Some stallions high-fived me on the way to the bathroom last night. Really felt like... I was in it... that I was living that life?"

Rainbow winked with a click of her teeth. "Can thank your teacher for that."

"Thought you were my friend?"

"Why can't I be both?"

"Fair enough."

"And there's nothing wrong with us keeping casual—we can't do it all the time." Rainbow shrugged and went further with the possible bogus. "Maybe we'll meet in another city. You're there for a story and I'm there for a show. Run into each other in a city full of strangers. Both of us need some tension relief from that. You feel me?"

His muzzle dipped. "Friends with benefits?"

Click of the teeth again. "Right again! But now we gotta get you ready before you can take care of yourself." Then her legs parted and her tail hung limply over the edge of the seat. She exposed herself to another for the first time in her life. "So take a good long look at it before we start. Don't worry about it being weird. Just take your time and get comfortable."

Congratulations on revealing yourself to someone else. It might have been because you con them into thinking you were some sort of expert—but it got you across. Why can't you say you're a class-act virgin again? Some law against it?

Rainbow's eyes shrunk, and tears welled in the corners of her eyes at realizing what had been done. Spike did his best to sit on his knees, looking between her legs, eyes drawn to her love. He wasn't going crazy over it. Not drawing in for a lick or a kiss. His claws didn't even come together for prayer.

Rather he looked at her. Her down there. Was there something wrong with it? Probably not. She'd seen photos of others, and hers looked about the same. Maybe hers was smaller—but she was also a smaller girl. That's how that worked.

It wasn't even like Spike could know if someone was up even if there was something up. She could forgive his every fault on this—but everything that happened would be his fault. Because he was new. Didn't know what to do. But she would guide him through.

"I, uh, hmm..." Rainbow fought the urge to flick her tail over herself. She was naked down. No jacket to be hidden inside of. Just a nude pony with her legs spread. Something... didn't feel right. "Maybe try not to stare at it too much? This isn't anatomy class."

Spike nodded as his claws rose. Those sharp things coming to reach for her thighs. Her eyes scrunched for a second on impact. Feeling absolute sharpness slice across the squish of her legs. Holding them with a threat to pierce the skin with ease.

Then his face ducked in. Closer and closer before his breath washed across where she was most sensitive. Her forehooves pressed harder into the seat. Waiting. The horrible feeling that she was going to be broken into any second now.

Why are you afraid of an act of pleasure? Something meant to make you feel good? Spike would never harm you... so why are you scared? What is it that you fear?

Rainbow couldn't answer those questions as she braced for the next sensation.

"I... I can't do it!"

The voice did not come from her, but rather, from the dragon between her legs. He backed away until his back slammed into the door. He stood tall and looked down at her. So high and so much more powerful.

It scared her. That he, at any second, could do anything. That her words and assurance would falter the second he actually tried anything. Even simply looking down at her was enough to crumble the mare into herself.

Yet it was his expression that allowed her to feel confusion instead of fear. Spike was hyperventilating and scared. He didn't see the shy and naked pony on the seat. Rather he saw the annoyed huff of the mare that already done this a thousand times before—and not encountering a problem until now.

It was that perception. What appeared in the mirror. That's what he saw. When Rainbow stood before the glass as her mind raced and her body tingled in horribleness—none of it came through on reflection. That's what they saw.

And that perception was what saved her here.

"I just can't do this, Rainbow."

Rainbow coughed and remembered that reflection needed to speak now. "W-What? The eating out part or the benefits thing?"

"Just... any of it! I've got no clue what I'm doing—what I'm supposed to do!"

"Well," she began, "it's a take and take. Both sides get off to taking. So just—"

"I'm not in it to take or anything like that! To get my dick sucked or say I grabbed your flanks or whatever the hell." His breathing picked up, and his sweat was getting worse. "That's not really the reason I said 'yes' to you. Either time."

Was it peer pressure? Inability to turn down a friend? Did you force him into something he didn't want—that he would be fine without? Preaching like this is all for his benefit. Yet, it's because you know him. That's he's nice and sweet and weak—that you can use him to break into that other world.

To become as you appear in ridding yourself of your jitters in the practices with him.

That voice had been gone for a while.

And now it had returned.

"S-So..." Suppressing the urge to curl into a ball and stroke her own tail was hard. She could barely look at him from the corner of her eyes. "Why did you?"

"Because I like you! As a friend and as a mare and as a... someone! This seemed like something you needed and... I wanted to help." His eyes narrowed without closing as he spoke the contents of his heart. "You're talking about all this taking and casual dating and... and I'm just not in it for that. I'm hopeless when it comes to that. Surely my years going after Rarity reflect that."

Rainbow's mouth was open as her eyes were down. "Guess you did spend a whole lot of time getting nothing for just one girl. But... my advice still applies there, y'know?" She shrugged without looking up. "Find a girl that you really like and you'll want to treat her right. Get through the rough patches here and—"

The dragon slumped from the door and collapsed onto his knees. “I don't care for that.”

"What about p-ponies, though? What if the next pretty little thing you get with starts gossiping or whatever about you?"

"So what? Everyone already thinks I'm a wimpy dragon already—so what if they learn that I had a rough go of it the first time? I'm not doing it to make myself feel good... maybe after the fact."

"After the fact?"

Spike looked as though he thought long and hard about what he wanted to say. He was able to look down without looking at the part of her that the two were mutually afraid of. Instead, he shook his head. Eyes burning brighter on finding the needed words.

Not what he thought he needed to say to keep a certain image about him.

Rather the working out of what he truly felt—regardless of what it would cause others to see him as.

"I want to make you feel good, Rainbow," Spike said after a long breath and a struggle to get the words out. He looked at her from between her legs. His claw scratched at his neck. "That's all I care about. I don't mind getting over myself for that. In doing things that I might be scared of."

He exhaled after that. "But enjoying myself like that... it never really came to mind. Not that you're not pretty or anything! Certainly caught me glancing at you a few times." He sighed. It felt like the words weren't coming right to him. "But I would like to feel all those things afterward. Once I was sure you were taken care of. Except... pretend that I used better words?"

Rainbow glanced at her chest and laughed. Little chuckles dropping a bomb of tension. She felt lighter now. Freer despite her lack of a coat. Her legs spread a little more, her heart still racing, but the threat of a heart attack long since passed.

"I'll pretend like you got the perfect array, Spike." She smiled. And it was a genuine one. Soft and slow and bask in the warmth. Her muzzle nudged up, confidently, as to assure him to do the same. "Just try to relax now. We can explore this together."

Spike looked silly in shuffling across the ground on his knees slowly; something else that evoked a laugh. "Explore together?"

Rainbow chuckled. "Well. It's not exactly like I've taught anyone how to munch carpet before. Usually. Stallions already know what to do." She shrugged. "Most I do is tell 'em where to focus. Higher or lower or more and that kind of stuff." She smiled at him as his claws closed around her thighs again. Their sharpness no longer scared her. Rather, the firmness of his digits clamping down... caused something warm to flourish within her belly. "So this can be our first time if you like! Plus, doing it with a dragon is bound to be different."

Spike started to smile with a snap of his talons. "Oh right! It's your first time with a dragon."

"Hehehe... yeah... first time with a dragon, all right."

He then looked at the place none else had really seen. "So, uh, what am I doing here again?"

Fuck.

"You're going to lick it!" She'd sounded more enthusiastic about that than she should have. But it kept with the whole 'powerful motivation' on a sensitive subject. Just how well was she pulling that off? "Well. Uh. Not all of it, of course. You see the thing at the top there?"

"You mean your clit?"

"You know what that is?"

"Just because I haven't been with a mare doesn't mean I don't know body parts."

"True! True." Rainbow coughed in feeling heat roll-off from down there. It must have been doing something to the dragon as he was drinking it in. His snout twitched. He blushed harder. His lips opened over the little ball. "Whuh—WAIT! Hold on now... d-don't forget you have a little something in your mouth."

Spike blinked as she could see his eyes over her crotch. "Worried about my fangs?"

"Duh! You're going to have to ease a girl about them as well." Few moments to calm the heart before continuing. "I know you might hold insecurities about being a dragon—but I promise you don't have to sweat that. But mares will be scared of your fangs and claws. At least... until you show them their benefits."

Spike seemed to take this into account with a nod. "Try not to worry. I promised Twilight when I was younger that I would use neither to hurt anyone."

Rainbow exhaled a deep breath. "That'll have to do."

She waited and waited for him to make contact—squeezing her eyes when he did. It'd been alien to feel lips on her sensitive nub. They rested on it, gently, inexperienced and suckling gently. His teeth were always there. Gracing it. Never touching it beyond a brush—but the tease, the strokes of such, drawing a whinny.

It took a few uncontrolled breaths before Rainbow could become in tune with the feeling. The pleasure started between her legs. It would either be that or pain, and the latter had been the expectation. But as the new source of bliss started to come, the girl could finally let down her shoulders.

There was no voice. No fear or worry or anxiety of being called out. Rather her body melted to the internal heat and became a smooth blue thing of furs. Her clip slipped into the dragon's mouth, that warm, damp place, as his tongue had wrapped around her love.

Wrapping and tightening and licking during its route. Little flourishes of love crinkling beneath the sphere. His tongue tightened, on and off, to squeeze that drove a kick from her leg. Rainbow rocked on her rump, forward and back, not meaning to, but needing to, unintentionally pushing her pussy into the dragon's face.

Her face was mellow, and she was panting and rolling her eyes in glee. Finally, she looked down to see him looking up. He seemed happy to have pleasured her so—but was looking for the next clue. Her heart raced, from fear and exhilaration, the breaking into another world.

"K-Keep... me in your mouth. D-Don't stop what you're doing." Rainbow's face scrunched as her legs, against his claws, pushed in, clamping on the sides of his face. How smooth it was as her softness bunched against it. "Y-You've got something... woooohooo... with that tongue of yours. U... use it... use it you your advantage."

Her face imploded into itself in the attempts to ward off the goodness. The hanging of a tongue and the kicking of a leg and the thumping on her rump. Everything beneath her coat, that burning skin, needed to be touched and caressed.

She burned hotter inside as she blushed in shame. Freshly honey leaked from her folds and doused the dragon into a waft of musk. She's never done that to a pony. Figured she'd have to cry or apologize or act like it was normal. But the dragon did not raise a fuss.

And neither did she.

"T-Try flicking it around... in there... and t-t-test the reactions you'll get out from me." Her eyes clenched again, and her lips tucked inward as she kept thrusting into his face. She couldn't help it. Not wanting to ride him as so. It wasn't the desire to do so to get off more—rather something she could not help. "Promise... I won't fake you on this one... everyone I do... is because... of you..."

His eyes serenely closed. As his lips waxed her clit like butter onto bread, his tongue lowered to her vulva, teasing her all over. Even though he had no clue what to do, something led him, as his tongue drew circles into her mounds. Tasting and testing every inch of the area. Learning what it all was like.

Until it lowered to her base. Her thighs clamped harder into his face in feeling him go in. She was tighter. Tighter than tight. Feeling herself clench inside at the smallest of sensations. Her rocking ushered him to go inside. To find whatever she wanted him to find.

To lick that itch in that burning place.

Rainbow was a collection of shaking and moans and hushed whimpers from the overload of joy. It should have been scary to have something so long, so deep inside of her, licking and flicking about. It was an invasion. Something in a place that had never been there before.

But because she knew it was the dragon, despite all the knots in her chest, she was able to take it with ease. Finally there came a lick there. That burning spot. A place where she, herself, could not scratch. She rode into him harder at his feeling of a bump.

Rainbow couldn't even say anything. Not without biting her wrist, turning away, and moaning as loud as she could. It wasn't to appease him. Not even for those in earshot to hear about how of a good time she was having. It was as simple as feeling something good, and expressing that, which, somehow, had become a forgotten practice.

There wasn't time to warn him. The swelling of her walls and the seeping of honey from them. Rather her legs broke his hold, and she was not sliced by his talons, as her thighs locked around his head. Then she buried him as deep, squeezing, as she wobbled to milk all the good that came.

And the dragon was so kind as to hold his breath and serve.

Then she came. Moaning into her hoof as her chest was puffed with fluff. Little trickles of honey that burned on their way out. Dousing onto his snout and washing down her folds, leaking from there, as they dribbled onto the swell of her flanks.

After the climax's tightness, her body relaxed, everything feeling free, the haze around her, settling into the stall's metallic walls. On the corners of the ceiling, red neon stripes rolled across, some buds out, with only a few bright.

She was panting by the time she looked down the expanse of her body. Over the edge of her crotch where she, at once, spread her legs to free the poor dragon. Spike continued to lick her vulva, working with care, even dropping to collect the stains of honey on her flanks.

"That... oh CELESTIA... that was something..." Rainbow continued to breathe in, enjoying the lingering buzz. "And that... that was hardly without training! How... how did you do that so well?"

Spike pulled back from her legs, finally breathing, coming to rest his back on the door. His erection popped in the bottom of her vision—but it no longer scared her to see. Rather it was something there. It didn't mean anything more... or something scary.

"Dunno," he said equally out of breath. "Just went with whatever felt right. Did I—"

"Rocked my world, dragon boy."

"Oh." He nodded. "That's good."

"Yeah... good alright." Rainbow finally caught her breath. "Lemme tell ya. You'll make a mare happy someday. Got both parts of a relationship down to pat. You'll be living the good life, the open life, soon enough."

He didn't seem to regard any of that—not even his stiffness.

"But I was able to make you happy, right?"

Rainbow laughed. Didn't even need to think about it. "Without a doubt, Spike. You can even press your claw to my chest if you don't believe me." The dragon wasn't supposed to come over on his knees, and yet he did, coming to lie his claw on her chest, lightly. "Oh. C'mon now. If you're just looking for an excuse to touch me now."

Her limp hoof fell on his claw, pushing down on it, letting him feel the beat of her heart. She was blushing from his trance with it. "That's... from what I did?"

"Maybe beating a little bit faster because it knows you're feeling it."

Spike blinked. "I had that effect?"

Her eyes rolled with a groan. "Really need to get that confidence as tall as your stature. You're not some nobody kid. Twilight's little helper. Stop disregarding yourself so much." She breathed and watched as his claw raised with it. “What you do matters. You can have an impact. Mares... we... we aren't some unobtainable thing set to always tease you."

Her tail flicked him. "Although we certainly enjoy it."

Spike playfully rolled his eyes. He was so close, now, next to her barrel. His snout close enough to brush into her own. His eyes above. Green and shining with a little glow. Enough to be dashing—even if just a little. Those cute frills and spikish spines.

But it was more so that genuine, secure feeling, that made him compelling.

"We like being treated right... that claw of yours... notice how it's brushing me?" Spike glanced at the claw that brushed the tuft at her chest, sometimes winding a digit in it, enjoying the swirl. "Now, don't stop because I made you see it. But you enjoy feeling me, right? Soft and fluffy?"

He nodded.

"Well... I enjoy it too." She went on. Not from the stance of someone who did this a lot—but rather, from her, and her personal feelings on this. "How sometimes you scratch me in little spots and how your palm is able to cover so much of me. I almost feel like a kitten being with you—and no wise remarks!"

His mouth opened but, after that, chuckled and closed again.

"But say what you will about the take and take... because sometimes... it's give and give." Rainbow smiled in nuzzling their snouts together, no idea what she was doing but, like the dragon, trusting where this sense led her to. "I'm giving you a fluffy body to explore. And you're giving me the feeling of having it being searched, scratched, brushed and loved. It feels nice to be touched. Caressed. Y'know... all that stuff."

Spike smiled.

And Rainbow giggled.

Then she went forward for the kiss.