Den of the Dragon

It wasn't a secret that Spike had grown into a mighty fine young dragon. In the years he'd lived here in Ponyville with Twilight, he'd grown like a darn weed. At first he got taller, even taller than the princess if ya can believe that. Then he started gettin'... stronger. Twilight'd send him out ta the farm almost every day ta help Mac and I out with our chores and such. It was nice of her, and we appreciated the help, but I always wondered how Spike felt about still bein' ordered around by Twilight.

Anyway, him comin' to the farm was exactly what kicked off this whole mess. Ah still remember the day I started lookin' at Spike differently. Ah know it ain't exactly "normal" for a pony to find a dragon physically attractive, but the heart wants what it wants, right?

We were out in the fields just finishing the apple buck harvest. Mac had already taken the cart back to the barn, and there were still about two more apple bushels to carry in. With my saddlebags, I could have made it in four or five trips, but Spike hoisted 'em both onto his shoulders and headed back to the barn like it was no big deal!

He asked me how life was, how Apple Bloom had been doing at the university in Canterlot, when she'd be coming home... you know, the same small talk we'd repeated for months now. Only this time, there was somethin' in the air as we walked. Not pollen, dander or anythin' like that. It was tension. This wasn't the first time I'd felt this feeling either. Last time I had, I was dating a young stallion by the name of Noteworthy. A fine young colt, to be sure. So fine and such a gentlecolt in fact, that I had let him take me to bed. It was my first time, and I thought I was in love. But we weren't meant to be. I fought for us, he fought for us, but in the end, a square peg just don't fit in a round hole, if'n you'll excuse the wordplay.

Like I was sayin', this was sexual tension. When I'd first realized it, I laughed. How could there be sexual tension between Spike and I? We'd been friends for years! I'd known him since he was a baby! As we walked back to the barn, he'd asked me what I was laughin' at. I hadn't realized I'd laughed out loud.

I told him it was nothin' just a joke Macintosh had told me earlier. Then he asked me to tell it. I should've seen that comin'. I stumbled through an old joke that wasn't that funny, but Spike laughed all the same. I'm sure it was just a courtesy laugh, but it seemed honest.

We finally got back to the barn and I told him he could set the bushels anywhere. As he walked away, I realized just how big he had gotten. Dragon puberty was certainly good to him. Beneath his scales, ripplin' muscles relaxed and contracted as he set the bushels down in the barn. He didn't break a sweat, but he was still shinin' like the sun itself. The way that tail swished and swirled without him even thinkin' about it was like cobra comin' out of a snake charmer's basket.

Walkin' on two legs like he does had really given him a fine rear-end. I wasn't above stealin' a glance when I thought I could get away with it, but sweet Celestia, it was fun to stare at. Before I knew it, he'd turned around and caught me slack-jawed.

He asked me if I was okay, and I snapped out of it pretty quickly. I told him I was fine, and thanked him for the day's labor. I offered him his usual reward; some apples for Twilight and a few mugs of our cider for the walk home.

He greedily drank down three flagons before biddin' me goodbye. I'm kinda ashamed to admit this, but as he was drinkin' I couldn't help but steal a few more glances at the rest of him. He'd developed so well, his muscles all toned, and his face not nearly as pointy as the other dragons. I'd say he was leanin' towards androgyny, but them muscles couldn't be hidden. He was like Mac in that respect. As I followed the bounce of his throat, I began to feel somethin' in a place normally reserved for stallions.

That's when I started to worry. I let Spike go for the day, and he gave me somethin' I'd been lookin' forward to since he arrived, whether I wanted to admit it or not. He'd gotten into the habit of huggin' goodbye, not that anypony minded, of course.

He swept me up in his arms and gave me a big ol' hug, which I eagerly returned. His scent was intoxicatin'. Somethin' about the musky-ness of hard work combined with whatever Twilight made him scrub up with was almost enough ta put me into a swoon right then and there. If you know me, you know I ain't much for swoonin' or any a that nonsense. Spike was different though. Wrapped in those strong arms, I felt safe. I felt like all the stresses of runnin' a farm and all the worries about money just melted away. Before I knew it, I was back on the ground. My cheeks were about as hot as an iron skillet at breakfast time. If he noticed, he didn't say anythin'. Livin' with Twilight instilled in him a good set a manners.

He said goodbye and went on his way, leavin' a weak kneed mare in his wake.

That night, I laid awake. I knew I had to be up early, but all I could think about was Spike. It's not unlike a girl to fantasize, but my hoof was darn near worn out by 'round midnight. I couldn't believe myself every time I'd finished. What would Mac think? Or Granny Smith if she were still around? Her granddaughter gettin' herself loved up by a dragon; the idea was unheard of!

Dragons weren't even citizens in Equestrian society! Spike was damn near the only one any ponies had ever seen that wasn't tryin' ta eat them or burn 'em alive! Spike was different in a lot of ways. My mind drifted back to the hug he'd given me earlier that day. I imagined those strong arms, pinnin' my hooves to the ground as he lay on top of me. That serpent's tongue flickin' all over me as he worked his way down. Truth be told, I kinda liked a little roughhousing in the bed. I liked to be pinned, and I could also do some pinnin' myself. But the image of Spike just holdin' me down and takin' all those hormones out on me just... got me goin'. It was all I could do to not make any noise as I found my hoof drifting down towards my marehood. Earth pony's natural gift is stamina, and I knew if I ever got the chance, I would wear that dragon out.

I was beyond worryin' about the fact that Spike was a different species. He was a male, and all males have one thing in common. I went back into my head and I could swear I heard Spike growlin' sweet nothin's in my ear as he got in position. I was flat on my belly, forelegs splayed by my sides. He'd let me know he was ready, and I could almost feel his hot length pressed up against the small of my back. He'd asked me if I was ready, and a moan would be my only response. With one hand, he'd work his way to my chest, slowly guiding it south over my belly, across my nipples to just above my sex. With a swift motion, he'd raise my flanks, keeping my head and chest to the ground. He'd nibble my ear as I was near ready to beg him for what I knew he was all too willin' to give me. I could feel it skirt my entrance, sendin' shivers down my spine as my whole body shook with anticipation. It had been a while since I've "gotten any," so this was a welcome feeling, even if it's only in my head.

I had never seen a dragons member, so I could only guess what if would feel like, but as with every stallion in my fantasy, his was perfect. He teased me for just the right amount of time before finally givin' me what I wanted. With each thrust I squeaked and moaned. My front hooves dug at the dirt in front of me before he held them down with both hands. He knew what I liked. His rhythm was perfect, his timing was flawless. As I playfully struggled against him, those fantastic muscles kept me in place. He knew when to slow down and when to speed up, matchin' my body perfectly. He'd continue like this until I got tired; always the gentlecolt. As he continued, I could feel the finale coming up. I didn't want to cum looking at the ground, I wanted to see his face as my body gave him what he needed. I wanted to see his face as it twisted up in pleasure, as he released himself deep inside me. I wanted to know I could make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I turned my head to the side, beggin' him to roll me over. He obliged, not even removing himself from me as I twisted around on his stiff member. I was on my back when he abandoned pinning my forelegs, opting simply to come chest-to-chest with me, his arms on either side of me, not breakin' his thrust even for a moment. I could feel myself gettin' close to finishin'. I wrapped my hooves around his neck and waist, pullin' those scaly lips in for a kiss. He was more than willin'. My tongue got in a few lashes against his before I had to separate. A moan echoed through my dreamscape as I called out his name. I felt myself clamp and contract around the hot shaft that had brought me to this amazin' point. I felt it pulse and contract with me as his warm seed flooded in. Grunt after grunt, he kept goin', makin' sure every last ounce of his essence was buried inside me, all the while lookin' into my eyes, and tellin' me how much he cared about me.

A knock at my door pulled me out of my fantasy world and back into the real one. Mac was standin' in the doorway, a none too pleased  look on his face. He asked me to keep it down, certainly not oblivious to what I was up to, but not appreciative of bein' woke up at half past midnight.

I apologized and set my head on my pillow, starin' at my ceilin'. That's when I got a wild idea I'd come to regret. Tomorrow in the apple orchard, once Mac took the cart back, I decided I was gonna have sex with Spike.