Don't Fuck Your Friends (Spike!)
Don't Fuck Your Friends (Spike)
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Spike closed his eyes and hoped they would remain so. So long as they never opened then he could never be deceived. In that was the trick. See no evil. Hear no evil. Do no evil. But one never goes willfully blind for long. To the matters of literal and metaphorical.
He walked down the infinite hall with eyelids shut, a claw reached out, searching around, feeling for danger. Recognizing the chance of grabbing that which is round and soft and padded in fabric, he retreated his arm, forced to trust in willpower alone.
Trust nearly shattered in returning to his gaze.
“I hate slumber parties.” Spike stepped toward the door with his head tilted to the side and as high to heaven as his snout could reach. On his patrol to check on the girls, this door was first, the knob covered by lacy-underwear. “Give me a villain or an end of the world scenario. But please. Please. No more slumber parties.”
His claw reached forward as he leaned back, eyes narrowing as though at the wires of a bomb. Something exploded already. The sweet-smelling scent of sex. Little rich with a touch of a kick. The smell born of a friend.
“Fuuuuaaaahhh...” The crotch of the underwear was spread over the top of the knob, wet at its center with dampness surrounding it. Panties rendered into a bomb. One set to get him off. “Okay. Relax. Just need to get it off without touching it.”
His head turned to either side of the hall. Never-ending flooring stretching into the dimness of dusk. Nothing around he could use. Returning his gaze to the undies, he opened his mouth, testing a spurt of fire.
Perhaps that would work.
Spike, my subject, why the delivery of wet underwear?
The dragon clicked his teeth. “C'mon. There's no way I can touch it. Not in any way that would be right.” He closed his eyes and racked his mind for ideas. How about the spade of his tail? Would that count? “Better than nothing.”
His tail curved from his back, reaching next to his head, which turned as it did the same, the two criminals looking at the other. Sharing a look of willful guilt, the spade went to the knob, beneath the brim of the underwear—searching into its depths.
The smoothness of velvet accentuated by the dampness affecting the texture. Warm and humid the air of its interiors. His spade inched it from the knob, a gloss shining from the metal, showing the dragon to still be fucked.
“Gaaah! C'mon!” His tail shot upward and the underwear slid downward, its space filled out by the space, the wet, heated fabric spreading over his scales. It hugged him pleasantly and also bestowed the wish for him to die. “Nnnnnnnnnoonononononononono!”
Frantically waved about was his tail in the attempt to swat the thing off; a few flicks before it flew, down into the hall, swallowed into the darkness. Spike stood tall to inhale a tall breath until collapsing into himself. His racing heart was intent on coming in the first place.
“Hehehehe... oh Celestia... that... that wasn't too bad.” Spike hunched forward with his claws resting on his knees, a few seconds off from catching his breath. His tail rose to his side against, which he turned to, the spade touching his snout. “Nearly thought we weren't going to get out of that alive.”
Sweet.
Sweet.
Sweet sweet musk.
Spike blinked in staring at the spade of his tail. Gloss glimmered in the low-light as some of the love had been lathered on. Gulps of greed inhaled the womanly essence deep into his lungs. From there he was turned on. Envisioning all the lovely things that could be done with that underwear.
Defeat and sadness, whatever was born from the mixture, drained the dragon's expression.
“I'm going to prison after this.”
Something knocked to the side of him. His weary eyes turned to see the door open, a bathrobe done the same, teasing a buttery cleavage of silky and purple fur. Perfect curves of roundness disappearing into the front of the robe, which defined their shape, leaving little to the imagination.
“If you wanted to get in,” Spike's gaze climbed from the bust to the face of his best friend, one tilted with a lip bit, her eyes narrowed, a soft glow of violet, the intent behind them violent, “all you had to do was knock.”
Twilight stepped forward before the dragon could think to step back. Her hands clasped at the sides of his neck and pulled up, right into a kiss, one he couldn't reject. The predator backed into her cave, now with her prey, to do as she craved.
~ Several Hours Prior ~
“I can get a hotel.”
Twilight squeezed her eyes shut at the suggestion and fought herself on his rejection. “Spike! For the last time—you don't need to get a hotel! The girls are okay if you want to hang out.” Her eyes reopened without their glare, the smell in the air, a juicy steak the kitchen's current perfume. “It wouldn't be right of you to do all this and kick you out when you're done.”
His back was to her and dressed in his pink apron. He danced before the stove, turning dials and lifting spices, dashing pans and swirling others. The spade of his tail reached over his head to the cabinet above. Opened the door and out came the dishes. “You think I'm booking the hotel for your sake? No way! I'm doing it for myself!”
There entered a third voice. “You're booking a hotel?”
Twilight had been resting her elbows on the table when she turned, looking to her left and through the barren archway of the kitchen. Fluttershy's head appeared from its side but, on having two sets of eyes on her, adorably yelped and hid again.
“S-Sorry! I-I didn't mean to eavesdrop!” Her flustered voice tinged in embarrassment that sunk Twilight's heart to depths not wished upon others. Leaning into the archway again, a waterfall of pink draped over Fluttershy's eye. “I-I knocked but there was no answer. You s-said to come in i-if that was the case.”
Twilight exhaled and smiled. “Relax Fluttershy. You're okay. No offence taken.” Her gaze transitioned a glare in turning to the back of the dragon's head. It turned an inch to catch the two before returning forward. “Right Spike?”
“Of course.” Spike leaned right and over the sink, a pull on its handle, water pouring afterward. His spade in the cabinet lowered while wrapped around the glass. He filled the thing. “Fluttershy can never do wrong. It's a known law.”
The side of his muzzle was opened and he was about to say something else. Reflection struck as his mouth shut. In a cough and a turn, he offered forward the glass of water. Twilight turned to see Fluttershy hugging the side of the archway, half-exposed and half-hidden, undecided of which she desired.
At being offered the glass, however, was when she finally stepped forward.
“Sorry.” Spike faced the approaching with his best impression of a forced smile. His left eye shut in realizing he failed at even that. Never could he be easy with others if they were here for some engagement. Twilight couldn't help but smile at that. “I didn't mean any sarcasm with that. I legitimately don't think you can do wrong.”
Fluttershy beamed with a smile that was real, cupping the glass with both hands. Her face pushed into exposure to sip on the water. It wasn't anything special and yet she was delicate in every swallow. Her genuine warmth reached even to the table. Twilight contemplated removing her long-sleeves.
“Thank you Spike,” Fluttershy spoke after pulling the glass from her lips, which she wiped, of course, with the sleeve of her denim jacket. Stepping back was her next act. “Though I don't think I'm as good as you believe me to be.”
Spike's mouth opened to retort but air without speech came out. He swallowed, his desperate eyes now on Twilight. Her finger traced around the rim of her coffee in contemplation if she had her fill of this yet. With a nod came the assist.
“I'm afraid our Spike here doesn't feel welcomed at our slumber parties.” Twilight could already see the dragon squirming back from the verbal attack. With a silent laugh, she put her hand on the table, repeatedly lowering it, the cue for him to be cool. “Not that we don't welcome him.”
“Oh thank goodness for that.” Fluttershy passed the glass to one hand as the other pressed down on her heart. She walked to the table and took a seat as well. The dragon's shoulders relaxed as he could return to the stove in peace. “I would have felt terrible if we had caused him to feel excluded. I know the theme tends to be girls only—but still... it wouldn't feel right.”
Twilight inhaled the adorableness as it floated her spirit. Her eyes swiped between the pair and it was impossible to hide her smile. With a shake of her head, she had to commit, no matter the response she would get. “You don't have to worry about that at all. No, it's just our poor Spikey is uncomfortable being at home with six other girls.”
Waves of scarlet splashed from Fluttershy's neck and splashed onto her cheeks. It spread from there, the heat rising, the girl forced to retreat into herself as much as possible. Glance to the right confirmed Spike was standing with a claw up and fist held.
“Twilight.” His fist rocked as he spoke. “Tonight might be the night I kill you.”
“You'd have to get close to me first before you can do that,” Twilight said and blew him a kiss, “lover boy.”
Fluttershy's nose was turned down and her eyes jumped from the two. Desperately she wanted to speak but it appeared all she could do was squeak. With a swallow and the curling of her hands on the top of her pants, the shy girl willed herself to words. “You, um, s-shouldn't have to worry about that, Spike.”
Twilight could feel the roll of his eyes despite his back turned to him. Her grin remained tugged to the side at watching him still cook. He played it off well. Nothing, however, could hide the twitch in his wrist or the wobble in holding a pan. Teasing him was too easy. If only she could feel bad for it.
“Right.” The back of Spike's head nodded. “That easy. It doesn't matter if we've all been friends for years. Six girls and one guy at a slumber party... something about that doesn't feel right.”
Twilight tilted up her chin as she spoke. “Worried someone's going to try something?”
“Like I think that highly of myself.”
“Ooooooh.” Twilight clasped her hands together and leaned onto her elbows. “Self-depreciation as a smoke-screen. Nice cover.” She giggled as the warm air swept through the furs of her hand. “Are you sure you don't want to be there once we start drinking? Maybe we'll get drunk enough to play spin the bottle—or poker.”
Fluttershy immediately endured a shiver that vibrated her upward as memory played in her head. “L-Like last time when R-Rainbow nearly lost all of her clothes?!”
“You girls played strip-poker?” Spike had whipped around for that one with eyes squinted but, in seeing the confident, teasing expression of Twilight... backed down and returned to cooking. Her grin only widened. “I was right to high-tail it last time. That's too many risks.”
“Risks to what?”
“That's a self-incriminating answer and I refuse to give it.”
Twilight rolled her eyes at his usual wit and decided to drop the matter entirely. “Alright alright. I've filled my quota on teasing you. If you seriously don't feel comfortable being with the girls during a slumber party... then you're free to rent a room or crash wherever you can.”
Spike seemed content with that if the seconds-long sigh could be counted as an indication. Twilight lifted the cup of coffee with a finger and went to take a sip. Over its brim, though, she watched the shy girl fidget in place.
“U-Um... if I may... I don't think it's right... for Spike to go away.” The dragon had lifted a pan from the fire but, in hearing those words, lowered it again. Nothing followed as all listened to the timid one. “It's not often we gather like this anymore. With Rainbow in the Wonderbolts, Rarity taking over Manehattan,” she turned to Twilight, “and you becoming more important as a princess... I can't remember the last time we all spent the night together.”
Twilight wanted to crack a joke but found herself unable. In truth she looked over to her dragon to see a familiar feeling settling over him. When had been the last time the seven friends stayed together? A classic slumber party like the countless one held at the old library?
All of them were adults now and deepening down their individual routes.
When would they even be allowed to have slumber parties as though they were still kids?
“And Spike is still as much as a friend to me as the rest of the girls are,” Fluttershy continued in having found her will and, by default, her voice as well. “I can understand why it may get a little a-awkward for you to join us during slumber parties. Talking about boys and stuff like that.”
Spike looked over his shoulder and shook his head. “It's not that I mind those things.” Realization caught and he quickly glared over at Twilight. “And don't you misconstrue that. It's because I'm attracted to you girls that’s causing this whole mess.”
Twilight's mouth opened but closed into the happiest smile life could bless her with. Cheeks bunched and eyebrows raised. Nothing needed to be said or done as perfection was in the air. Across the table revealed Fluttershy taken once more into the flush of a blush.
Spike stood in silence as he looked to the ground, seeming lost to a conversation with himself, unable to keep his eyes from the floor. His feet rubbed at the other as his heartbeat came with a whistle. It was seconds before he spoke again. “Some days I dislike myself. Other days I hate myself. On a day like today... are the days I truly feel nothing.”
Twilight just couldn't help herself. “Just what about us do you find attractive?”
“Oh buzz off.”
“Seriously! Are you attracted to our personalities or is it only our bodies?”
“Of course it's both!” Spike squished his eyes at answering and immediately slammed his fist into a palm. “Damn it!”
“Aha! So my dragon is a sweetie after all! You grew up right!” Twilight noticed a twitch in Shy halfway through the sentence, however, decided not to make mention of it. “Are you attracted to us all equally or do you hold one in higher regards? How far does your attraction go? Friend admiring the qualities of a friend? Potential partner? Possible lover?”
Spike shook his head and returned to cooking—but not without pointing a claw to the wall. “Twilight. If you want someone to gawk at you... how about you try the mirror there.”
Twilight crossed her arms and slumped back into her seat. “You're no fun.”
“Hence why I shouldn't be invited to parties.” His eye glanced back to Fluttershy. “But... if you girls want me to come.... I can stay.” He threw up his and slumped his shoulders. “Just go light on the girly stuff okay? No truth or dare or spin the bottle in things relating to me. Moment I start to ruin the scene I leave.”
Twilight nodded. “So long as you don't romance the girls.”
Spike sighed. “It's going to be a long night.”
Fluttershy nodded. “At least we'll be there for you.”
~ Present ~
The lips were supple and soft and set onto him. Meshing and flattening as tiny strands tickled the places between his scales. Attempting to tuck his lips into his mouth resulted in a pair of teeth nibbling on one, their hold, great enough, to tug it out. She would feast on it in a second.
And he had trouble denying her.
Spike backed a step to Twilight’s hands falling on his chest, exploring the muscle to where it curved, fingers in love in tracing the hardened scales. Twilight rose on her toes to keep their lip-lock. Seconds afterward, though, she lowered.
Then pushed him back, another step, until his back crashed into the wall.
“Ack! Twilight! Will you knock that off?” Spike was pressed into the wall as his claws searched across it for an escape. He couldn't break left or right as the princess would cut him off. Could there be a plan? “This isn't you. Don't make a mistake. Take a second to think! All of this is hormones and a spell!”
Twilight returned to her height at his throat, frizzled bangs draped over her face, a pleading expression for him to give in. She could be as adorable as she was sexy. Knowing half of what she had and a quarter of how to use it. “But this isn't a mistake Spikey. I want you. I've always had for a very long time.”
“No. You don't. Or else it would have happened a long time.” Spike turned his head away to avoid her next kiss only for an assault of lips to begin on his throat. Warm smooches leaving bits of wetness on his scales. “I would have made a move or something!”
Twilight laughed a drunk breath on his neck before returning to the bottom of his view. “Really? You would have made a move? The boy that can barely survive being teased about girls? Face it. You would have kept to your fantasies.”
“That would imply I had a fantasy about you!”
Twilight smirked and the violet to her eyes shone brighter. “You didn't?”
“Alright so maybe a few.” Spike squeezed his eyes as he prayed for an idea. What's the right thing to do in this? The opposite of everything I WANT to do. Okay. Keep with that. “That's just how guys are. Girls too!”
Twilight laughed as she stepped back, the space not left due to her leaning forward, her chest slipping out from the robe. They were exposed. No doubt a look down would reveal the darker shade of purple his head—never mind which—desired to see. “How can you be sure about that? Who can you cite for your evidence?”
“Just... general experience.” Something pressed into the center of his collarbone that forced his instincts into looking down, a fuzzy, lavender, finger there. Her face posed below and behind it with her grin. “We're all the same underneath the scales... no... we're all the same underneath the fur... hang on.” He shut an eye as though it added power to his thinking process. “We're all the same underneath the skin?”
“So you think girls are as dirty as boys?”
“I-In general? I-I-I'm not sure.” He held the back of his claws to the wall to ensure they would go nowhere else. “But there has to be a few things that go both ways! For as many causal fantasies I've held about you, I'm sure you've held the same for someone else.” He lightly shook his head. “It's not that you would act on them. They're just there. To casually be enjoyed. Nothing more.”
“Hmm.” Twilight tasted the question in her mouth and applied the finding across her lips, the tip of her tongue across them, teasing for someone to claim it. Kiss the lips and tug the treat in. She wanted it. Don't you screw me over on this. “I suppose you have a point. I have enjoyed the few ideas of enjoying Rainbow's curves in a locker room.”
“See! Now that's... that's...”
“That's really hot?”
“Only if you left the shower on.” Spike closed his eyes as an even weaker joke slipped. “Especially hot water. Excessive steam and even greater utility bill.”
Her finger didn't lift from the chest, instead swirling around, that burning touch a spread of pleasantries. This was the feeling stage. Foreplay. Right words and subtle acts to shift everything into the loving mood. Or the lustful one. Shut up. Please ENOUGH of this.
“Clever little plan on praying for your nervousness to scare me away.” Her finger swiped the valley between his pecs, teasing down, to the developing abs below. Hotter was her touch as it neared its destination. “But everything you do is cute. Even the line is getting me high. You can't escape me Spikey.”
Talk. He needed to keep doing that. Keeping talking and stuttering words and screwing phrases. Silence relinquished the possessed mare to do as she pleased. Which permitted sight into her robe and the grabbing of his shame and even greater shame.
T-This is your friend here. Your best friend. Don't let her get messed up because of a spell. You have to find a way to stop this. Spike opened his mouth as his eyes searched around for material to use. Her face lowered, a back bent forward, the gesture too real for all it implied. Think. This is still Twilight. Reason. She's still bound to reason.
“Casual fantasies aren't meant to come true!”
Twilight ceased in her pursuit of the reward below as the declaration had knocked her from the mood. Keeping forward with a finger in the trenches of his abs, she looked up, her face at crotch level. So that's how they look down there when they're—YOU TRAITOR!
“And why not? Surely you're the first to admit the trouble found in keeping with fantasies.“ Twilight looked at him with a tilted head, a confused expression, and mellowed eyes. Her trance ceased in being sucked into the discussion. “Don't you have that lack of change? Even in being well-equipped... you have no one to share it with... or use it on!”
Spike shook his head and exhaled slowly, never breaking eye contact with her, a dip lower revealing all he would be pleased to see. Everyone made slips and dragons like him made enough to count for everyone. Yet he trusted himself here to not make a mistake with his eyes. “You're right. You shouldn't be a loser like me about it. Keeping inside your head... causes you to be stuck there.”
“Then change that! This is your chance to be with someone—to be with someone in every way possible!” Twilight shot up to her finger doing the same, coming to land into the crevice between her fuzzy mounds. It traced through the narrowness of silky fur with a wobble to each of her girls. “The fun doesn't have to end tonight! Little sexy scenario and we become together for life! Isn't that how it works out in the books?”
Spike turned his head with an arched eyebrow. “Didn't you criticize those cheesy books for exactly that?”
“Only because I'd been wanting the same thing! Maybe it's a mark of bad writing to have them immediately hook-up after a sexy premise—that doesn't mean I wouldn't want that for myself! All it takes is a sexy premise for us to be together.”
She exhaled and he did the same.
“Don't you want that? A scene to change everything? Aren't you tired of being alone in that bedroom... as I am in mine... both of us... too scared... to do anything? This is the one push to get us to what we need.” Twilight reached for his claws as her fingers wrapped around his wrists but, no matter how hard she yanked, they did not budge. “Please. Spike. Indulge in this causal fantasy with me.”
Spike felt bad. Felt terrible. Wanted to rip off his claws and his cock to stop himself from risk. Like most of the times when a girl was close, in all the ways possible, he wished there was another guy here, the one right for them, meant for them, saying and doing that which was needed for her to be happy.
He knew he could never be that guy.
Only the one to look out for.
Hence the double importance in not succumbing here.
“Casual fantasies are meant to be built toward Twilight.” Spike dared to look at her again as his arms wiggled out from her grip. He hung them at his sides as he continued to speak. “It's going to the lockers frequently with Rainbow that, on reading into enough cues, you make a move. It doesn't happen suddenly. It's something built toward.”
“We've spent our whole lives together!”
“Teasing and playing and casually flirting.” Spike lowered his head without seeing that which loomed in front of him. The pair was hugged at the side by her robe as their buttery slope was exposed. Still he didn't look as the ground suited his view better. “But nothing leading into either us making a move. And I... I won't take cheapness. Not due to a weakness of me being me... and the spell that currently has you.”
“Me wanting to be with you... those little fantasies of joining you in the shower... they won't go away after the spell.”
“Maybe... but your desire to follow through on them will.” Spike felt confident in taking a step forward, not grabbed or tackled, the girl silent and still. Standing naked as the robe exposed the barren crotch blurred as his gaze turned. Those panties on the door had been hers after all. “And you said it yourself. You have all the equipment needed... to do well. Plus you're you! You're adorable and dorky and can be intimidatingly sexy if you choose to be. You'll find someone.”
He went for the door but her voice stopped him before it.
“When?”
He glanced over his shoulder and was prompted to say now.
Twilight stood with her back to him, the looseness of the robe cast over her rump, its delicateness teased through the fabric. It beckoned him to take it and let go of his hollow words. But he knew his actions had to be the opposite of his wishes.
“Follow a casual fantasy once tomorrow comes... be it Rainbow in the locker or me in the shower.... whatever one on your mind... that's not as casual as you think.” He nodded. “Follow that one. It'll lead to a genuine premise you can base a book on. And you won't feel as cheap afterwards.”
Twilight lowered her chin in thought as the side of her face was exposed to him. The glimmer of her eye, soft and through bangs, teased him to come in. Despite their sadness there was still an attraction in them being them. Then sounded a sigh of defeat.
“Spike...” Twilight turned and exposed her everything. “Are you sure you don't want to fuck me?”
“You're killing me.” Spike wagged a digit at her in turning away, unable to suppress a smile, one born from a different reason. “Of course I would. But not like this. Not when the chance is cheap because it doesn't mean anything real.”
Twilight smiled as she settled a hand onto her hip. “And just why do you think that?”
“Good night Twilight.” Spike opened the door and stepped through it, ensuring he covered the opening as to prevent passing eyes from seeing in. He turned on reaching the other side. “I'll bring you breakfast in a bit. No leaving this room. Or else I'll have to bolt it shut.”
“Won't be as strong the second time?”
“Thatta girl.”
Twilight blushed and smiled at that, the door closing, herself left with some food for thought.
~ Several Hours Before ~
“Yo yo! It feels like it's been forever!” Rainbow Dash sauntered in the middle of the pack that strolled into the lobby of the castle. Dressed already in pyjamas, one of her hands draped her jacket over a shoulder—the other holding forward a bottle not of water. “And I brought the booze! Time to kick it old school tonight!”
Spike closed the door behind them and, as the frame shut, it revealed his downtrodden expression. His glare travelled across the pack to Twilight, who shrugged, unable to help whatever was beyond her control.
He rolled his eyes.
“You're tellin' me! Feels like it's been ages since the first time!” Applejack turned to the dragon with her coat, offering it to him with a nod, turning back to the crowd. “Hey Rares! You remember that? That whole hassle we went through?”
Rarity had walked to behind the dragon, already with a hook to her jacket, one slipped around his back. She patted his cheek and kissed his jaw for a compromise before returning to the farmer. “I do my best to forget it dear.”
“Just why are you—“
“Because it reminds me of the time that's passed and how much remains until the grey hairs set in.” Rarity finished the speech with a tease as she came and swiped a finger across the exposed orange shoulders. Shivering was Applejack as she fought to not hiccup. “But I've been grateful to have you as a friend ever since then.”
She turned to the rest of the assembled posse. “As I am to the rest of you. It's not often adults can gather like kids for a slumber party. The act of becoming a girl instead of a lady, well, let us say it has me excited for tonight.”
“Aw yeah! That's what I like to hear! We'll be blasting music and watching movies and talking into the dead of the night!” Rainbow took a hunched stance and raised her fists, taking a few cheap shots in the air. In the background strolled the dragon, rolling his eyes though smiling, carrying the gathered jackets to the closet. “Maybe a bit of roughhousing if Applejack and Pinkie are down for it.”
“Rainbow Dash.”
“Or pillow war.” Rainbow dropped her fists and nodded to the side. “Those are known to get pretty intense too.” Something tapped her shoulder and she turned, an open claw before her, the immediate passing of her jacket next. “Oh right. Thanks big guy.”
He nodded and took the jacket and was stopped before he could turn back. “Wait! You may want this too.” Rainbow pushed the jug of sinister intent into his chest, which he grabbed out of reflex, passed off the responsibility. “I know you like to keep things in order and what not during these. Just keep it in a place I can easily find it in the kitchen—all right?”
Spike lifted the bottle and tilted it, the side of his face pulling away, an eye closing in response. “T-Think I can do that for you.”
“And feel free to steal a few shots from it too.” Rainbow grinned as she strolled forward, patting his shoulder in so dong. The rest of the girls followed in her pursuit into the castle. “It's as much yours as it is ours! And you're a dragon! Lose the clothing and get comfortable.”
“Right right! You girls have fun! Dinner's nearly ready and the snacks are already in the—none of you are listening to me right now.” Spike sighed into his palm which crashed into his eye, rubbing around, repressing the soreness found in his soul. “Just keep walking away. Agh. Why do I keep trying to fit-in during these?”
His claw fell away to the row of girls nearing the hall, all of them dressed in varying pants, from the tightness of yoga and the sweats, the plumpness or tightness of their behinds, clung to, by the different and many wonderful fashions of fabric. “I guess there are some good parts in them walking away.”
“U-Um... Spike?” the voice was quiet and sudden and right next to him. “I didn't, uh, w-walk away.”
Spike bit his lips together as she turned, the shy girl standing behind him, as proud as she could manage. Away turned was her head as that blush curved around her cheeks. Her eyes kept on him in their corners. Something barely kept. “You... stayed behind?”
“It, um, didn't feel right... leaving you like that.” Fluttershy's warmed snout turned to the closet yet to be closed. “After what Twilight said earlier and you putting away our clothes... it would be wrong if I didn't offer to help.”
Spike shook his head with a smile at ceasing to be caught. “You don't have to worry about that. It's not often all of you girls can get together and... simply be girls.” He cocked his head to the hall where the friends had disappeared off to. “Besides. Twilight picks up the slack if I have an event going on. So everything's okay.”
Fluttershy stepped back and paused in thought. Why the insistence to assist? His heart beat twice at the idea of being seen as something more before metaphorical claws wrenched at his heart. Reading too much into cues was a sign of projection and delusion.
“That might be so... but even still... I would like to help.”
“Well... alright. Why not? Just how far does your help go?”
“As far as you need it to be.”
“I need to add the seasoning to a few items and find a creative way to dispense the vodka.” Spike hopped to the closet and tossed in the final article, a close to the door once he was done, returning to the girl's side—the two of them, together, walking forward. “Both in a dish and finding a neat way to pour it.”
Fluttershy turned her head as she looked up to him. “Why does any of that matter? It's only the girls.”
“True,” he said. “But how else am I going to appear important and classy? Besides! It gives you something to do in finding the most stylish way to do something.” His claw tapped on his lip as he peered into thought. “Maybe flaming shot glasses? Green fire should change the appeal.”
Fluttershy's laugh inched her head back as voluminous pink hair swam forward. Her eyes closed and the resulting smile was delicious. Her expression was of mirth. The innocent kind. And the dragon felt woe for thinking there was anything more behind it. “Sometimes you try too hard!”
“Oh yeah? And just what else am I going to do?”
“Be yourself... silly!”
You wouldn't like who that is one bit.
“If you say so Fluttershy.”
~ Present | Morning ~
Spike had lifted his heels in his sneak across the hallway, a glance forward and back, ensuring the way was clear. Sneaking like this in the morning, naked, with a hardening cock between his legs was actually a usual occurrence. He slept naked and didn't dress until the first-morning deed was done.
Which was making it to the bathroom, undetected, so he could walk out later with nothing to hide. Getting found by Twilight before led to embarrassment with the instruction to not do it again. This he ignored. On the day he would have finally worn clothes to bed, those words from yesterday, spoken in jest, had now fucked him over.
“You're a dragon! No need for all those clothes. Worry about getting comfortable.”
Those jests continued throughout the night to the worry as to why he was worried about going naked before them. Dragons didn't have to fear as their everything was hidden. Only creature that could get away with it. But now, however, he had no way of hiding his shame.
Much less one of the girls finding him in the hall... with the desire to do something about it.
Don't imagine it. Don't you do it. Rarity's not going to come down this hall and tackle you down. Stop! She's not going to straddle you and—DAMN IT I BLEW MYSELF INTO IT AGAIN! Spike closed his eyes and cursed his imagination. Those hopes and dreams, fantasy tinged in reality, the secret hope of one night, one room, one scene changing his life. Stop it. It's not going to be like that. It better not be like that.
His steps crossed, one over the other, the stumble throwing him right. His side crashed into the wall and his palms struck to it for support. Barely he sauntered on. The heat was getting to him. Clouding his mind and drying his scales and casting a thirst onto his tongue.
Spike barely reached the bathroom in whipping the door open and shutting it behind him. He stepped away and his tail shot to twist the lock. No bother with the lights as it would alert the girls to him. So long as he handled this in private... maybe both his heads could be trusted throughout the day.
Wisdom wank. Works every time. Do it periodically... and everything should be fine.
He reached the toilet with ease due to familiarity with the room. Lifting the lid and forced to take a step back, the dragon allowed his cock to hang over the bowl, ensuring it hovered over the water. A weighty exhale left him.
His claw reached down to his cock, a brush down its sides, a tease to the frills there. Soft and rubbery and ticklish to even his scales. They were pinned into his shaft as his palm clenched. The sudden pressure choked pleasure. With a loose series of chuckles, the dragon started to jerk, slowly, gently, riding the ride to its eventual heights.
Images phased into his mind. Twilight Sparkle in that bathrobe, chest exposed and its sides outlined, the roundness of those fuzzy balls of squish, the compression of heated dough that the girl offered to him. Her thighs exposed below, teasing forward, onto him, asking for him to slip a certain something between them.
Low growls reverberated within his maws. Little bucks came from his hips in the needing to be fucked. Even as his claw pumped and rocked into each jerk, it wasn't enough, not a tight, warm, living thing he instinctively craved. That itch at the back of the mind failed to be tickled. His body knew of his denial for something better, that a chance for something greater existed and, due to that, wouldn't allow him to finish here.
“No no! Come on! I need you to help me on this one!” Spike stared down at his cock as he continued to pump it, jerking back and forth into the motion, denying the views previously gained in his mind. Without pleasure, the act was a painful tugging, the begging of his dick to be let free. “No no! Don't do this! Any other day and I'll take the blue balls. But not today.''
Spike tried desperately to finish.
“So you need some help?” Curtains pulled as fabric flew. Spike stopped. Frozen with a clenched stomach. Slowly his head went right to the exposed tub supposed to be empty. “Wooooah. Not half-bad! Knew you were big... but didn't expect you to be packing!”
Spike stumbled back until his frame crashed into the wall, something which his claws scattered onto, searching for an escape. His eyes narrowed through the darkness to the tease of blue set across the porcelain. On its end laid a naked foot, blue and fuzzed toes wiggling, in their freedom, as his view carried across the ankle set on the rim.
It wasn't fair being a dragon. Not when his eyes were naturally gifted for the dark. He watched that leg transition into a thickness of muscle, the light and feminine kinds, teasing to the inward curve as it led behind the cover of the tub.
“Naughty boy.” Rainbow Dash's smile could be seen in the faint glow cast by the rose of her eyes. Her tongue set to one edge and licking to the other. Something had been tasty and she was hungry for anything. “Just how much do those eyes allow you to see?”
“More... than I should be allowed.” His eyes had dropped on her chest, two orbs rounder than most, darkened fur to the lack of lighting. Lightened was their shade near the center, a bubble-gum pink teasing one to nibble on. “You're uh. N-Not wearing anything.”
“That I am.” Rainbow Dash glanced down to check her girls, a giggle to make them jiggle, the faintest one to tease the boy. Her head cocked at catching his blush. Their bodily reactions became their source of light. “Mostly go in the nude when I'm at home. It's a common occurrence in locker rooms everywhere. Wonderbolts are joined in everything after all.”
Spike lightly shook his head without being able to take his eyes from the gummy-candy. His cock twitched between his legs. No longer hung but shooting straight up; the extra blood flow taken from where it was needed more. “This isn't the Academy Dash.”
“Mmhmm... very true...” Rainbow lounged fully in the tub in casting her arms out its sides, loose and draped were they, allowing a full view of her chest. She arched up to the jostle of her girls. They spread, their weight compressing into their size, a subtle flattening the dragon wanted to slip his pride underneath. “But what is it Twilight is always saying before every sleepover? What is it you always say as you welcome us in?”
Rainbow raised a hand as her head leaned back, eyes closed and smirk worn, awaiting the answer. Out flexed her finger as it danced in the air. There was no getting out of this. Spike looked back at the locked door and knew sneaking ceased to be an option. If I run... what will that prompt her to do? Do I even risk it?
“...make yourself at home?”
“And are you going to hold it against a girl for doing so?” That dancing finger turned and entered a dive, one reached the bottom of her bust, sneaking into the tightness of her joined orbs. It parted them in the swipe, a series of ripples across the flesh, the finger keeping forward. “Not fair you came here to jerk off.” The finger slipped out from the heated crevice of her cleavage, trailing around in a swirl, combing the curve of her miniature mountain. “And I can't even touch myself a little.”
The finger ascended the slope of the boob and reached the saucer of pinkness, reaching the buttery texture of the tit, one pinned with the assistance of her thumb. It pressed down, a little squeeze, the cause of a moan from the girl.
“Mmhmm... you're a dragon of your word... and you're...... going to let it go hollow... right?”
Spike hadn't realized his claw went for his cock until the teasing touch nearly fired him off. Seconds ago it had been painful to stroke his member. Now it burned, flames swirling inside the barrel, aching intently in throbs asking for release. Hold and pump to the athlete touching herself.
“Always had the thought you had a kick for me.” Rainbow still faced the ceiling though her eyes had travelled to the side to see him. Set on his member and the claw that flicked above it. She rolled onto her side, heaving the mass onto the tub, flattening on the rim. “Everyone does. So how about it? Is getting to see the great Rainbow tease herself getting you on?”
Spike's smile reached his cheeks and left his mouth open. His face exposed him as a dork supposed to turn a girl off. But the girl laughed at him. In amusement and pleasure of what her sexuality cast on him. His eyes were ready to cry. “Please don't do this. I'm a very weak dragon. You're too good for me.”
Rainbow grinned on sitting forward in the tub, coming onto her legs and turning, resting her pair on the tub. Lightly sinking into them, her palms receded to their sides, the heated squish collecting across them. With her hands warmed, she rolled the texture, up and down, forward and back, allowing the delicious shifting of their middle, softness into softness, to draw in his gaze.
“Don't you want to stick it between them? Into the nice and toasty divot where you'll be hugged intensely by everything you love in a girl?” Rainbow pushed out her chest as her palms slid to the bottom the fuzzy orbs, a push needing a little strength, hoisting the collections of plushness into the air. “This could be our secret. Both of us going to the bathroom to do our individual businesses. We're each in the mood and we don't mind the other. Little happening in the dark to make sleeping tonight a little bit better.”
Spike swallowed from the wall and still croaked on his words. “It's still not right. You and I were never that close.”
“So? You think a hot guy and girl care they haven't known each other for long before a one-night stand? Or the casual fun that happens in those locker rooms?” Rainbow hoisted her chest until the fall of her hands, the pair dropping and bouncing, another jostle that smacked them into the other, little wobbles until they settled. “I think you're cute and have a big cock. And I'm the stuff you were just about to beat yourself off to.”
He should fight her. Invent some line, some logic, some moral to win her over. It worked with Twilight not because those genuine words had been the cause holding him back. Rather he had to search for them in finding a way to reject her. Outright he wanted to fuck them all. But he knew he couldn't do that.
And he needed to find the reasons that were true and genuine, ones they would also believe, able to leave this situation, at the end, in the greatest state of peace possible.
But as the dragon stared at the valley of blue within those massive boobs... his will faded. Rainbow grinned at him in holding apart her girls, waiting for his cock to smack in, intent to smother him with them. It was hard that Rainbow was such a turn-on with everything.
“What happens in the dark doesn't have to be talked about again.” Rainbow nudged her head back to the stall she was in. “Don't you want to fuck me in a bathtub? Ride my breasts as you arch over me? Thrusting in and out between my tits as I rub them into you? Think of all we can do.”
Don't fucking think of anything.
“You and I fucking in the tub as I turn the water on.” Rainbow closed her eyes and moaned she wobbled in place. Arousal coursed through her in the ideas to turn him on doing the same for her. Pinned on her back as a dragon fucked her chest. “Hot water pouring above as we're doing it. Haven't you ever wanted to get laid in a shower? You can make one of those fantasies happen now.”
It was everything he wanted, all that he needed in a woman, right here before him, teasing him on. She'd dispel his fears without knowing. Never had another seen his dick. He wasn't sure of it. Long or short, thick or thin, attractive or disgusting.
Rainbow seemed pleased by it. She continued to mesh her orbs together in looking at it, a flick to his throb, beyond turned on, wanting to be with him. Nothing about him caused her to be repelled. It was her attraction that touched him. No fears of it being one-sided.
Some of this being legitimate.
Legitimate.
His claw rested on the top of his cock and, with a face that hated itself, he dropped his digits to the side. Like that he stepped back. Inhaling deeply through his mouth and exhaling sharply through his snout. His penis was very angry on the inside.
“Sorry... but I can't.” He backed away from the girl, one head lifting and the other dropping, the truth behind his resolve. He put his claws up in surrender—but not as weakly as before. “Rather I won't. You're a knockout and the fact you're looking at my cock hungrily has done more wonders for my frail ego than you would ever know.”
Rainbow shook her head as her arms fell to her sides. She dashed up to her feet at once, bust bouncing and plump ass teased, the prismatic crop at her crotch teasing a second chance. Temptation crossed her arms over the swell of her breasts. “And getting in this tub will do you a whole lot more! You've never been with a girl, right? Worried about all of the stuff that might happen in the bedroom?”
“Twilight s-said there are a few books I could read that could help guide that along.”
“Oh shut up! C'mon! You're worried... aren't you?” Rainbow gestured a hand down his body to express the details it possessed. “If someone would seriously want you. You only need one person for that. One kiss to prove they want to be with you. Next a blowjob to prove they seriously love your cock enough for that.”
Spike clenched an eye as his cock twitched with life at the suggestion.
“And once you get that first fuck,” Rainbow continued as she could no longer keep her chin up, “then you know others would accept you in that way.” She exhaled as much as he did, the tautness of her belly flexed to the effect. “All the other times are easier after the first. Once someone accepts you that way. I... dunno. It means you're accepted. It means you can be that way around them.”
Spike's head lowered in response to her words, each sending him into separate thoughts, one that caused his cock to become invisible to his gaze. One didn't find confidence in an aspect until it found a sort of acceptance. There it could unfurl with greater ease and higher certainty.
He didn't raise his face though his eyes lifted onto her. “You've never done something like this before—have you?”
“What? You kidding? Have you seen the look at me?” Rainbow turned in the tub, her side showing her slenderness, a tease to the plushness of her butt from its bottom swell. She turned and stuck it to him. Broad and plump that piece of heaven was. “Tell me a girl too scared to show off an ass like this.”
Spike looked her directly in the eyes. “You.”
Rainbow's face took to rage and anger as her mouth opened to cast its thunder. But then she stopped. Half-way through the exhale set to carry her words. Pushed and puffed out was her chest as it then came back in. Her derriere, put on display, taken back from the shelf.
She turned to face him, slumped, all of her confidence gone. “How'd you know?”
“It was a hunch.” Spike shrugged with his cock still out, the woman still naked, and yet, none of this interfered with the surface of their conversation. “Whenever you're trying to prove something to be the case to me, sometimes, it sounds like you're trying to prove that to be the case with yourself. I took a chance on that feeling when you started talking about the locker rooms.”
“Only girl there to change in a stall and shower when I get home.” Rainbow raised a hand into the air, shaking it, attempting to discharge her frustrations. She leaned back and her chest jostled from the effect. But now it ceased to affect him. “But I want to be like that. I should be like that. Rainbow Dash is supposed to be that casual flirt that none can hope to get with! So why...”
Spike stepped forward in all the ways literal and metaphorical. “Why do none want to get with you?”
“Yeah! I mean, well, y-yeah! My body is to die for, right?”
“Nearly committed a crime for it.”
“And my personality is bumping too?”
“Attractive and adorable.”
“So why in all of my career have none made a move?”
“What about that image you seem to carry?”
Rainbow blinked. “How do you mean?”
“Well... ah... what's the way to put this without coming out as a total creep and loser?” His head bounced from side to side in thought, a few until he was done, a nod that steeled his resolve. “When you present yourself as perfect... and you mostly are perfect... than anyone not feeling the same... would take that chance.”
“People do!” Rainbow caught herself and looked to the side. “At least other casual flirts and a couple of jerks. But none... that I really vibe with.” She then looked down. “Guess it doesn't help that I don't put myself in those causal sexual situations either. I mean I should. I should be able. But I guess...” She sighed. “I guess I'm just scared.”
“And what's wrong with that? Maybe that's what most expect out of the image of Rainbow Dash... but you shouldn't live your life to what you portray yourself as.” Spike shook his head as his words were losing their sense. He clenched his claw, his talons digging into his palm, needing that pain to propel his point. “The Rainbow Dash you portray strives for situations like those. But what about underneath it all? What is it you crave?”
“I-I guess... something like this?” Rainbow lifted her chin from her collarbone, looking to him with a smile, the blush on her cheeks beyond adorable. She looked innocent despite the context. Something to be encouraged and protected. Protected... from the likes of him. “Where I could be like this. Acting like this. But doing so with another that's already, y'know, a-accepted it. That I can tease like this to still get that kick.”
Spike couldn't help but smile as well. “But you wouldn't want that to be universal with everyone?”
“Y-Yeah.” Rainbow leaned onto a leg and laughed. “Someone that would still get flustered and stuff. Going naked in their home and surprising them in the bathroom like this. But I... I would only want it with that person.”
She then looked at him. “But I don't think I'm going to find them. Because if I was going to... wouldn't I have already found them?”
Spike threw out his claws. “Unless they didn't think they stood a chance. Until you started looking at me like the way you did, I never, uh, t-thought I could be something of an equal to you.” He coughed and turned his head. “In that way at least.”
“You have a pretty good dick Spike.”
His mouth opened seconds before words came, the rest of his head nodding, half-heartedly. “T-Thanks Rainbow. I think? It belonging to a dragon—“
“Cock is cock.” Rainbow glanced down at it to another lick of her lips. “And that thing looks delicious. Should pride yourself on it a bit more as a bargaining tool. You could easily get pussy with a tease of that thing.”
“Thanks. Again. I think?”
Rainbow looked back up at him. “You sure you don't want to be the boy I tease endlessly with my body?”
Spike chuckled. “Nothing sounds better... but I think I'd better pass on that.” He turned to the door, stumbling a bit, the darkness screwing him over a bit. Stopping at the knob, the dragon glanced back at her. “You're near perfection, Rainbow, and you've got no problem with admitting that. But the right one might get stage fright. Letting them know they have a chance... might lead to them trying.”
“And I'm free to try it on you?”
“After tomorrow you can do your best.”
Fuck why did I say that.
“You're not a bad dragon, Spike.”
You say to the guy taking you up on an offer he knows you'll regret.
“I'm also not bad-looking either.”
“Which is why you should look at this.”
Spike had opened the door when he turned around, seeing the girl turned to her side, a hand cupping her cheek, pushing up on its thickest swell. It bunched and pushed up. It fell as her hand slid, the bounces delicious. Coming to face him, her other hand rested on the chromatic bush, teasing it, fingers diving to the base of her pussy.
Where they wiggled inside for his splendour.
“Little something to remember me by,” Rainbow said in shutting an eye, wearing a grin, casually touching herself for their mutual amusement, “while I'm still in this funky kind of mood.”
“I'm never going to forget that,” he replied in being unable to ditch the grin. “And you're so going to regret that fact.”
“Ya... mmhmmm... oh ya... whatever you say loser.” Rainbow lowered herself into the tub, still touching herself, pumping into the fingers lodged into her pussy. “Now if you would excuse me... nnnnghmm... I'm oh.... oh oh oh.... mmhmm... going to fill this tub myself.”
Spike stood at the frame, himself already back at full erect, blushing wildly as his eyes couldn't stop widening. “I'll, u-uh, l-l-lock the door so you're not interrupted.”
“And I'll keep the plug in so you can go swimming in it later.”
The door kept open to the view of Rainbow in the tub, who was laid back with her legs spread, each draped over the further-corners of it. Face relaxed and eyes closed as she enjoyed herself silly. The dragon needed to stop looking or else he would assist in filling up that tub as well.
Slowly he closed the door.
And gently the thought emerged.
Oh dear Celestia I'm so dying a horrible death tonight.
~ Previous Evening ~
“May I have some of that?”
Spike blinked. He froze in not knowing who had asked that. Fluttershy had been the sole person to enter the kitchen with him. Yet he could never envision her asking that question. Still. With a shake of his head—that could easily be taken the wrong way—he set down a shot glass next to the bottle.
“Erm. Y-Yeah. Sure.” Spike nodded as his tail lunged and wrapped around the glass, ensuring its stillness as he raised the jug, a delicate pouring of liquid evil. With it full, he and his tail turned, the latter gently arriving at the shy one's snout. “Here you go. Just... be careful about it.”
Fluttershy accepted the drink gracefully with both hands, a light blush acquired as trimmed fuzz of delicate fingertips were smooth across his scales. Bringing it back it was anything but. As he returned to assorting the plates, the girl threw her head back, mane flying gracefully, the shot downed without hesitance.
Spike continued to work, not wanting to hint at his surprise, but keeping a sidelong-glance at her. Tufts at her chest fluffed after the shot as her head cutely wiggled upward. Once done. Her cheeks were flushed. Mane little frizzled. Few breaths panted out through the mouth.
“Oh... I needed that...”
Spike chuckled in sliding over the chopping board from his left, tail already dropping the carrots onto it, the slices from the knife quick and soft in sound. He nudged the side of his head to the bottle. “You can have the rest of it if you need it. I'm sure Twilight has a secret stash around here.”
“No no.” Fluttershy turned with a bit of a jerk, the plushness of her derriere sinking into the edge of the counter, the ample volume of denim impressing into itself. She set the cup next to it; Spike became mindful of his eyes. “Not that far gone. Just... when it comes to social settings like these. You need to be a bit loose.”
Spike flinched at that.
“Especially someone like me.”
And he rose out of his pit of nervousness after hearing that. “What do you mean by that? All the girls love you Fluttershy.”
Her head swayed toward him halfway through that sentence but, near the end, turned away again. Her snout dipped and the side of her face was hidden behind her mane. “I-I know that. But it's still hard... being around others... a lot of them... having to be something.”
Spike chuckled. The flat side of his knife pushed the chopped carrots off the tray into the tilted bowl next to it. Next to be dropped were onions. He narrowed his eyes to be safe as his knife went to work. “I feel that. You can get away with being silent... until someone pulls you into the discussion or activity. That, and simply being there quickly gets boring.”
“Right! I know!” Fluttershy giggled to herself in pushing off from the counter, leaning back into it again, the compression of softness nearly stealing his eyes from the girl's excitement. “Either Rainbow throws me into the center of it all or I'm just there... thinking. It gets boring quickly. Then I wonder why I came and then I worry about even thinking that then I have to ponder if I need to be a better guest and how I would go about that and—AGH!”
Spike passed the knife to his tail as it continued the chopping, stepping to the side to pour another drink, sliding it over to the girl. Unexpectedly her fingers lowered to catch it, whipping it to her lips and downing it, a shiver through the head to express the after-effects. She melted more into the lean.
“But this helps... lose myself to it.” Fluttershy brushed her hair over a shoulder, exposing the side of her face again, one looking to the floor, an expression of bittersweet. “To not think or worry so much. Rather... I can hop in not caring what happens. Say or do as I like regardless of what anyone says or does. That I'll be okay no matter what. And it allows me to have the most fun while I'm at it.”
She then giggled in inching her gaze onto him. “Y'know. I don't think I've ever admitted something so deep so quickly and easily to another.”
“Blame the drink for the superpower.”
“I don't think I would have expressed all that to Rainbow Dash like this—or much in the same way.”
“Then it's the non-threatening front I put up.” Spike returned to the cutting board with full focus on the matter. “Nothing I can say or do to hold anything over you girls. Makes it easier to open up to a guy like me. It's usually only these kind of conversations I get. Which is nice.”
He could feel her turn but couldn't bring himself to do the same. “I don't think that's the only reason for it.”
“But it is a reason for it.” Spike stopped cutting the onions to rub the back of his neck, an eye fighting to close, the inner search for a way to get out of this. “Enough on me though. Surely we have more interesting subjects to talk about.”
Fluttershy was silent.
And then.
A question.
“How come you don't like it when the girls drink?”
Spike stopped chopping as his face rose in confusion. It took him a few blinks to settle himself. Then he glanced at the jug. “It's quite the opposite. I enjoy it when the gang has fun. Like you said. You get to hop into the fun not caring what happens. But maybe... that's my fear right there.”
“Us having fun?”
That smirk caused him to finally face Fluttershy. She was standing toward him with a hand on her hip. Confidence warmed around her in a loosely assembled kind of sense. Tall and with a foot out. Same with her chest and the subtle lean to the light pronunciation of her curves. Slender and perfect. Girl possessed it all. Scared by their prospects normally, but now, able to rock it.
“I'm always happy for you girls having fun and making a mess and maybe doing things you'll regret the next morning... but I guess.... I guess I just worry if that fun will suck me into the picture.”
Fluttershy's confidence softened into sympathy as her stance returned into itself. “But isn't that a good thing? M-Maybe it's not the same for a guy being around girls only. But we're all just gathered friends. Aren't we?”
Spike chuckled as he stepped toward the sink, turning the tab and allowing the water to pour, washing his claws despite not needing to. “Of course. That's when the greatest amount of fun happens. But sometimes... people d-do things they normally wouldn't.”
He should have flinched. Backed or run away at feeling her embrace. But the lightness of Fluttershy draped over his side to encourage him to speak more. Was it drunkenness or care? He felt secure, in the moment, of it being the latter. “What has you so afraid Spike?”
His claw closed the tap without leaving the rim of the sink. He leaned into it and exhaled a sigh. Closing his eyes, memory struck, placing a strain on his everything. “You... probably don't remember it. But we had a slumber party a few years ago. Just about when I was in the middle of my growth spurt.”
Fluttershy nodded with a closed mouth and uplifted eyes on him.
“The girls were drunk and singing and dancing and the whole room was a mess.” Even with closed eyes the dragon felt the need to turn his head away from the lady. “Rarity and I had a few drinks. And to be honest with you... I'm not all that great of a guy. Whenever Twilight hosts these silly slumber parties I... I wish... I sometimes fantasize about something happening.”
His body tensed in expecting the girl to pull away but, in feeling her inch back to only inch toward him again, a lot of that tension was released. He kept on with a greater strain in his voice. “Not that I would... y'know. I'm still just the little brother at his sister's sleepover. Nothing but weirdness comes from my existence in that. Maybe not so much anymore. But back when I was still a kid? Maybe... some feelings carried over.”
Fluttershy rubbed his shoulder and he didn't take an extra feeling from it. It wasn't the sensation of a girl doing the act. But rather the aid from a caring friend. Maybe that's why it was easier to snuggle into it. To speak himself without fear of the other's reaction. “You still don't feel like you fit in?”
“Not that. Maybe a little. But nothing terrible.” He shook his head and heavily exhaled. “Just worry and hope for something to happen and hate myself for it. Got my wish at that party. Rarity had seen differently of me that night. Thought it came from growth and stuff. We kissed. Snuggled in a bed together. Fantasy of one those nights allowing something to happen.”
The hand rubbing his shoulder froze. “I... didn't know that happened between the two of you.”
“Only because she came to regret it the next morning.” Spike opened his eyes to his faint reflection in the metal below. “The mood of the room and the few drinks altered into a different state. She thought she felt differently about me then. But... when it's time for life to go back to normal.” He chuckled. “Well. Let's just say we agreed to never mention it again.”
Fluttershy stepped away. He'd been expecting it at some point. But expecting the worse doesn't lighten the sting. “I'm... sorry you both went through that.”
“Don't be. Lesson learned in that. I shouldn't be a creep fantasizing about a girl maybe giving me a chance because the environment encourages it.” He stepped back from the plates stacked with food, grabbing a few, claws and tail put to use. “Told you I'm not that all interesting of a subject. Now come on. Girls are probably already doing something stupid.”
Fluttershy nodded and grabbed a few plates, looking down all the while, without words as they carried into the living room.
~ Present Day | Afternoon ~
Spike fell through the door and, having it close behind him, fell back on it. He panted and shook his head and felt his joy throb to the memory recently acquired. Moans floated through the door of Rainbow Dash touching herself silly. He didn't mean to be a creep. But hearing the sounds in reality, never being around a girl enjoying herself like that before, forced him to be locked despite possessing the key.
But he pushed off from the door, a stumble into the middle of the hall, one continuing as he went down it. Everything blurred in his vision. All he could think of is wanting to fuck. Horny and attractive girls around. Willing to do anything as his fantasies teased him about. Slumber party wishes made true. Banging Rainbow in a shower as the rest of the girls chilled in the next room. The dirtiness beckoned him to return to the bathroom.
He kept forward, all the same, until seeing something down the hall. Tall and donned in a suit meant for a lady. His mind played tricks as someone was out of their room without permission. Spike spat her name out with rare restraint. “R-Rarity?”
The woman stopped at the hall in the whisper of her name reaching her. Her head whizzed around for him. Spike danced to the right to the door, fighting the handle, the head of his cock smacking into the door. This isn't good. Not good at all. Please oh please. Not her.
“Spikey! Are you down there? Look at what I found! One of my old outfits I'd left here during a visit after a meeting! Is that you Spikey? With all these lights off I can hardly see—“
The door clicked from the outside and, with a subtle creak, pulled an inch open. Her face peeked into the crack. Scared and hesitant but lightening on seeing him. Fluttershy's eyes widened as her head leaned through the opening but, on an ear flicking from the steps down the hall, the glance to the one approaching sent that expression into shock.
Quickly she grabbed the boy, yanking him inside, softly clicking the door shut, pushing him into the middle of it all. Footsteps resounded louder beyond the wood—before stopping behind it. The peak of femininity spoke. “Spikey-Wikey! Are you inside there?”
Fluttershy's face turned from the door to him in search of an answer. He raised his claws and shoulders and stepped back in surrender. With a nod was how the girl returned to the door. “N-No. I haven't seen him.”
“Fluttershy dear? Were you just outside? Because I—“
“I left my room for a drink of water.”
“But you moved so quickly!”
“I... it's because I don't have anything on.” Fluttershy swallowed in her lie. “The heat has been t-terrible lately. Usually when I'm home alone I, I—“
“No need to explain darling! Understand the point perfectly.” Rarity's voice floated away from the door. “Not like we're supposed to be out anyway. But sometimes rules are meant to be broken in a creative sense. One good time with that dragon and this feeling is supposed to be behind us. Such a tease I was that one time. Better give him something special to complete that story in his head.”
Fluttershy pushed herself into the door with disbelief. “Y-You plan on s-s-sleeping with him!?”
“Much more than that my dear! I am a lady who enjoys foreplay and he is a dragon that gets off to everything I do.” Her voice nearly faded on their ears. “My oh my. Saying that aloud makes me sound horrendous. I must service him properly for saying something so vile.”
Then it reached a whisper. “Well then I must be off.” Distant footsteps. “Taaaa-daaa!”
Fluttershy turned back around to catch the dragon catching on the heel of his other foot, falling and crashing onto his ass, a throb across his massive cock. Long and thick in retaining a slender shape. It seemed creamy in texture due to the deliciousness of the purple coating it. Her cheeks flushed red from the start.
“A-Ack! D-Don't look at it!” Spike's back rose from the ground as his elbows shambled onto the ground, crawling back to the wall, which he came to lean against. His claws covered the appendage. Yet the height from which they loomed from his crotch did nothing but tease Fluttershy with more. “What am I saying? S-Sorry! I didn't mean to barge in on you with my... aaaugh!”
Although it was hard, her eyes lifted from his hardness, across the lightly chiselled frame to the softness of the expression above. His head was turned and he was heaving. Everything needed to settle himself.
“It's, um, it's okay.” Fluttershy crouched with her rump settling into the back of her ankles, coming to hug the front of her legs. Her girls bunched lightly from the pressure to the opening of the bony tank top. “Y-You seem flustered. Can I get you something? A drink of water?”
Spike's head loosely rolled on the wall until facing her. His face narrowed in suspicion though his eyes caught in her clumped and butterscotch cleavage. His cock twitched from his grasp and the girl felt immensely complimented. He nodded quickly and did the same over his shame. “Y-Yes. Please. Think I sweated all that I had in my system.”
Fluttershy nodded and rose again. Walking past him allowed another glance, over the curve that was the back of his claws—seeing the side of the shaft. It was unlike any other seen in magazines. Those had been long and big and scary. Yet his, despite its impressiveness, didn't scare her as much.
It felt calm and tame and cute. Not meant to destroy but rather to join. Her glance was up in reaching the wooden table next to the couch. The weight of his gaze rested on her. Though it was unnecessary, she leaned forward, sticking out her ass, feeling the denim tightened around her shape, underwear slipping into the crack between her mounds. His eyes were glued to the spot. Her heart fluttered in shock and confusion of what it was she wanted to feel.
Pouring him a glass of water from the container there, taking a moment to brush mane behind her ear, little sway to her rear, she rose and returned with his drink. In leaning to offer it to him, her canary melons bunched once more. Both of their eyes dove into the silkiness of the crevice.
Then she handed him the water.
“Sorry about that.” Spike inched off the wall to take the glass before resting back into it. “And the smell as well.”
Smell?
Fluttershy sniffed the air for it to catch at once. It was dark. Wispy and rich. It stank pleasantly. She sensed it could be worse and almost wondered if she would prefer that. It filled her lungs, intoxicated her mind, and developed a rubbing to her thighs. Denim grinding into denim as the barrels of yellow beneath tried to stifle the fire inside her crotch. She didn't doubt a wet spot at the front of her panties.
“I-It's okay.” Fluttershy turned around to slide down the wall as well, sitting next to him, a foot apart. Enough to be close without touching. Their general air was enough. “I don't mind. Certainly better than being in this room alone. No books or animals or anything to do.”
Spike groaned as he rubbed his eye. “I can only imagine.” His arm dropped to his side. “Maybe that's why all the girls are trying to sleep with me. Just nothing else to do. Damn.” He shook his head. “Should have thought about that before locking you all away.” He faced her. “Can I get you anything? Puzzle or book or a critter from back home?”
You could give me a peek at that thing between your legs.
“N-No. You've already given me enough to pass the rest of the day with.” Fluttershy's eyes widened and her snout flared in redness, it wrinkling into itself, the shock of such a thing coming from her beyond insane. And cute. “B-But not in t-that way!” Quickly her legs scooted to her chest—hugging them for comfort. “Just that being able to talk to you... should be enough to make the rest of today easier.”
Spike looked at her for a good long while, a shock face transitioning to shame, that droplet of pride returning to his pool of shame. He nodded and did the same as her; his cock cradled between his toned thighs. “I understand you. It's hard to not say strange crud on a strange day.”
Fluttershy giggled.
Spike turned his head. “What?”
A final snicker. “Hard.”
Spike twitched and laughed and the two broke into mirth. Voluminous laughter fighting to be composed as it barrelled out. But no amount of refining from her, or fighting to compose from him, could stop the genuine and childish laughter erupting from them both. Both were merely grown kids failing to lose their younger hearts.
Developed bodies and unaware of that.
“Oh... ohoh boy... t-think I needed that.” Chuckles still escaped him as he laid a claw on his chest, it rapidly pushing in and out, feeling lighter than it'd been seconds ago. “Can't remember the last time I laughed that hard. Think it melted everything I had going on today.”
He doubled her height even in sitting. His head turned above, its spines looking almost like a mane. He smiled down at her. “Thanks for that Fluttershy. Sorry again for all the weirdness in all of this.”
Fluttershy's cheeks flushed into a blush that was warm and enchanting. Her smile below it was even more so. “Don't be or we wouldn't have laughed as much otherwise.”
“Suppose you got me there.” His head tilted back on the wall as he gazed at the ceiling but, even then, his eyes flicked onto her. She was a natural beauty to him. Something he could stare at endlessly and fall in love with every detail that appeared. Those thoughts warmed her in some way. “Thanks for covering to Rarity for me. Though I... dunno. You had me scared with that.”
“Why's that?”
“Twilight pulled me into her room and left her wet underwear on the handle.” He shook his head like one who was lost—yet able to smile about it. “Stood naked in a robe and offered everything a guy could want. She nearly got me afterward. All it took was one action of connection to kick off a future romance between us. But I couldn't... y'know. Screw her over like that.”
Fluttershy looked up at him. “Screwing her over... b-by screwing her?”
His eyebrows raised and he nodded in instinct. “Pretty much summarizes it, yeah. Tried taking care of business down there so it wouldn't be so easy to fall to something like that again. Rainbow was in the bathroom with the same idea. Nearly killed me with that one.”
“And do you... do you want to...”
“Do I want to fuck them? Yeah.” Spike's head hung forward and his chin smacked into his chest. “Course I do. I'm a terrible dragon for it. None can deny how great all of you are in every aspect possible. Even my body seems to agree. Couldn't... get it off, knowing, I now had better ways available.”
His chin rubbed into his chest as he shook his head. “Can't believe I just said something like that.”
“N-No. I... I... I know where you're coming from.” Fluttershy swallowed and looked up as the blush carried down to her jaw. “I've always... d-dunno... m-maybe had the sense that I'm pretty? But I've never.” She breathed deeply and slowly as was required when speaking a sensitive truth. “Never been able to view myself in that way. Or imagine others do the same about me. A-And when it comes to those matters? Well. It's all usually kept to myself. But maybe if there was a c-chance? I... I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore.”
That allowed the dragon to raise his head to shake it for her sake. “N-No. I get you. And I... well, thanks for it. Every guy's fantasy is now my nightmare in all of this. I have to make sure I don't make a mistake in all of this. I-If of the girls did anything with me today... it's something they'd never do tomorrow. And I... I can't... I can't fuck them over like that.”
Something brushed into his side. Soft and slender with a coating of fur the dragon wanted to explore. Fluttershy scooted next to him, her jeans to his hips, the thickness of her tank top into the bareness of his torso. He'd lowered himself enough for her head to rest on the side of his shoulder.
And sweetly Fluttershy looked up at him. “I think you'll get through this.”
He chuckled with a dismissive wave of a claw. “And what gives you that impression?”
“Because you haven't... you know, d-done that... t-thing with our friends yet.”
A shake of his head. “Not from a lack of wanting to.”
“Yet have you done anything?” Fluttershy's head rested on his shoulder as she gazed across the room, seeing the lighter shade of pink in the corner of her eyes and, though she shouldn't, peeking at it. “Maybe you want to be a better dragon that doesn't... view his friends like that. But we all house our fantasies Spike. A-And who doesn't secretly wish for some of their fantasies to come true?”
Spike shook his head again in diving his face between his raised knees. “I don't want all of this to be happening... regardless of what I might have secretly wished for.”
“I know... but doesn't that show a little of how kind you are?” His face peeked out from its hiding as a single eye raised from the darkness. It glowed, faintly and emerald, the dimness fixated on her a cause to nearly faint. Yet Fluttershy pressed on. “You can wish for s-something and still not want it. You know it's not right to do anything with the girls—so you fight with yourself to make sure nothing happens. Instead of having us and yourself locked away, you still come to check-in, m-making sure we don't leave the castle.”
Spike slid his face over his knees and grumbled, not due to her words, but the resounding hatred felt toward himself. “I don't know Fluttershy. I just don't know. It feels too easy of a cop-out. But I appreciate it.”
Fluttershy tucked into her knees as well, feeling saddened, unknowing of how to help him. Words felt hollow in lacking the conviction to back them. She truly did admire him for the restraint he possessed around their friends. It spoke of something more he was quick to ignore. But she wanted to do him a kindness in return.
“Spike... what do you think of me?”
The question came out suddenly and without thought. Yet it felt honest and true and the right thing to do. His head lifted from his knees as she rested her chin on hers. She kept looking forward, waiting, heartbeat now racing.
“What do I think? That you're... perfection of course.” He returned to rest on his knees as well, looking forward, a softly narrowed expression now the side of his face. “Feels a bit easier saying that now. Knowing this will all be like a blur to you girls. Hehe. Everything I said to the girls so far is going to be forgotten too—so much for that immense courage.”
Fluttershy blinked and smiled as warmth flushed through her lithe frame. “What is it you like about me?”
“Going for the hard-hitters are you? I-I guess... I guess everything.” His head tilted up as his stare continued forward. He was tense but his words were calm. There was a moral in that—somewhere. “You're already beautiful in every way possible. That alone I can admire for hours. But seeing how you change that beauty—days where you try a ponytail with a long strand going across your face... well let's just say you know how to make the heart explode.”
Fluttershy giggled and raised a fist to her lips. “Y-You're too kind Spike.”
“Comes easily when you hang around the element for it.” Spike cracked his neck and then his knuckles for the sake of being able to do something. It seemed to help in times like these. Or so he thought. “Beyond your beauty there's just you. You're kind and sweet and you make everything feel complete.” He shook his head and sighed, pushing out a leg, exposing his joy, without knowing as his need for a guard was no longer felt. “Twilight's my best friend, and yet, I feel more connected to you. That I can talk nearly anything with you. I get the sense that you just... understand is all.”
His head rolled on the wall until he was looking down at her with sad eyes. “And maybe that's why of all the girls tonight... you're the one I'm most scared of.”
Fluttershy shivered. Shivered right into him. Needing to be closer to the one making her fearful. Not that he would get too close. Rather that he would become too far away. Yet she swallowed and asked him: “Why?”
“Because out of all the girls... and this is my delusion playing being heavy... it always feels like you'd be most likely to give me a chance.” Already he was shaking his head and laughing and not taking his eyes away. “But I know better than that. You're naturally kind to everyone and I shouldn't be looking too deeply into something that's not there. It's for that reason I'm a terrible dragon.”
His claws pushed into the ground and, offering a few seconds for her to scoot away, the dragon rose again. He pushed into his back, popping the kinks developed there, striding forward to something different. “But I've already wasted enough of your time with my creepiness.” His head swung forward and down. “Said a bit more than what I can take back. Uh. F-Forgive me for that.”
Fluttershy sat at the wall like the hopeless girl she was. She was wanting something from him but, unlike the rest of the girls today, didn't have that same intoxication to ask. Even in being close and caught in his scent. Despite the kind words and the proof of character. Not even the confession could get her past that line.
Yet she reached out to him anyway. “P-Please wait.”
Spike was opening the door when Shy's voice reached him. He stood at the crack, a ducking of the head through to ensure the coast was clear. In glancing back, however, his gaze rested on her. “Yeah Fluttershy?”
She put her hands to the wall, relying on it to stand, wobbles in her legs, the girl hardly able to stand. Fluttershy rose and leaned into the wall as the beating of her heart deprived strength from the rest of her. Limbs weak and stomach hollow. The surging in her chest summoned burning emptiness to her everywhere.
“I-I know that... everything I say and I do right now... it'll be... it'll be like everything the other girls did to you.” She inhaled slowly and exhaled shakily in barely holding onto the wall. “And you're afraid of how everything will change tomorrow. But if all that I said... and all that I was willing to do... would be the same no matter the day... after tomorrow.”
She closed her eyes and expended her last ounce of courage. “Would you believe me then?”
Spike stood at the door with his back turned but, in lowering his head and thinking for a second, he nodded and turned back around. Her eyes opened to him. His tall and slender physique. But there'd been something else that caught her attention.
That lack of his standing ovation.
“I believed everything the girls told me... and I told them what they needed to hear... to feel better and find someone better.” His eyes flicked away yet he still nodded. “None of them could speak the same in return. But... after today. If what you say feels based on something real... and not pity or whatnot.”
His eyes clenched and so did his fist as he tried again. “What I mean is that... yes. Tomorrow. After the blur that is today, if you still feel.... whatever you feel tomorrow... then I'll believe you.” His eyes opened with a sigh coming below. “But I don't believe anyone will be feeling the same after today.”
He left.
And she collapsed.
~ Last Night ~
Already they were drunk.
Chatter and laughter and footsteps on crystal echoed throughout the vastness of the room. Couches pulled to a table with cards and a board game across it. Some girls sat crossed-legged on it; others on the couch next to each other. Spike had been wise in bringing a chair for one.
“And the dealer hits blackjack!” Spike rolled back in roaring laughter, requiring a slap to his thigh to express the mirth coursing through him. Already he fell forward with a lean, his claw sweeping across the stacked chips before failed cards. “House takes all! Harmony ain't nothing compared to a dragon's luck!”
“What is this! Why did you take a chance to spite me!?” Rainbow crossed her arms in watching the claw relieve her of a mountain of chips. “You had eighteen! Enough to kill Applejack and Fluttershy here. How in Celestia did you know you were going to pull a two or a three?”
“To be honest with ya? I was hoping to strike out on that one.” Spike's chest kept collapsing into itself from the continuous laughter. He slid the chips over to him as his tail whipped to the side of the table, around the bottle of evil, pouring himself another shot. “Losing four hands after playing for real money? Didn't feel right to be making so much!”
“Don't give me that! You were doing it for Shy's sake—weren't ya?” Rainbow Dash settled back and crossed her arms in satisfaction. “No good dealer risks busting himself when he already has two already there. Admit it. You were trying to win favour with that.”
“And you're like Rarity in pairing others together!” Spike lifted the glass and took the shot to a swing of his head. Slamming it down again, he poured another glass, already shuffling the cards with his claws. “In case you didn't notice—I took her chips as easily as the rest. You have fantasies in pairing anyone else up at all?”
Applejack hiccuped as her arm smashed onto the table, jostling the contents across the surface. “Now hold it here. Think I have to do some agreement with Dash here on this. No excuse you could pull not to pull her chips. So you're forced to commit.”
Spike groaned. “Will you all shut up and place your bets? At least try to speak over the game.” The girls groaned as well, except for one, all tossing in a set of bets. The dragon dealt the cards one by one. He paused on leaning toward Fluttershy. “Told you this is why I find them annoying when they're drunk. Always trying to pull something.”
Fluttershy's head wobbled in place as her eyes kept focused on the tip of her snout. Cutely she hiccuped. Her eyes lazily swam up to the face of the dragon; a drunk smile overcame her. She licked her lips with the intent to dive in.
Until a voice broke from behind.
“With a chest like this? It would be impossible for you to not find love!”
Those at the table turned to the girls on the couch. Twilight and Rarity and Pinkie. Each sitting exactly in that other. The first and the last had their hands searching across the one in the middle. Feeling and groping the places exclusively feminine.
Spike was the first to blush and return to the game.
“W-Will you two s-stop in your attempts of violation on my body!?” Rarity laughed as the travelling fingers were also tickling the skin and softness passed. She wiggled and twisted and never tried for escape. “I have no qualms about the size of my chest or the volume of my derriere! And I know my personality... is exquisite at best.”
Both girls retreated at the admittance and the three slumped together, supported by each other's bodies, all breathing and laughing. Something resided in them all. The original tension causing them to laugh so hard.
“But I just.... I just don't know girls.” Rarity exhaled through her lips and rested her back into the cushion of the couch. Both girls leaned more into her shoulders. The drunken need for contact and closeness not usually had in their daily lives. “I always thought all of us would have found someone by now. Male or female or anything. Someone close to be with. A special person we all could introduce each other to.”
Twilight was the first to sigh, reaching a hand to the sky, attempting to grab something, regardless of there being nothing around. “I know what you mean. Shining was able to bring a wife back home for the holidays.” Limply Twilight's hand fell to her side. “I'm always for personal achievement. Every year my parents are proud of the wings and accomplishments I bring home. But I... I can't help but feel... they're waiting for the day I'm standing at the door, standing next to someone special, and the two of us are just... smiling.”
The room bathed in silence for none could bring about an answer to that strife.
Though the dragon ignited a light within his words. “You already do that Twilight.”
Twilight rolled her head on the Rarity's shoulder as her cheek sunk into the arm. She looked at the dragon who finished dealing the cards. His sidelong glance at her bore loose determination. “Every time you and I go back home. You have me. Now I know.... that ain't much. But you'll find someone soon.”
His gaze swept to the lot of them, a second of eye-contact each, ensuring each felt seen.... before returning the deck of cards to the table. “All of you will. Each of you are great and I speak from being a hopeless guy on such matters. You might struggle in finding the right one. But all of you will find your way to him or them due to how you girls operate.”
He then scratched the back of his neck. “Not that I mean to change the air in here. But I... figured all of you should know that.”
There was silence once more.
Then Twilight spoke again. “Maybe... you're right.” She started to sit up as the beginning of an idea raced through her head. “All of us are g-good enough to f-find that right one for us. Most people figure it out after dating different people for long periods. What if, t-though, there was a spell that could...”
~ Present Evening ~
Spike was tired but free, able to walk and not wobble, the throbbing between his legs... gone. He'd intended to yank one out to be safe for the next few hours. But knowing his drive and the prospects around him, that down period wouldn't have lasted. Not long.
But that conversation with Fluttershy had done enough to set his mind right.
Been a good few hours since I talked to her... I wanna check back in... but my heart isn't right. He thought about the prospect of a kiss. Something light and gentle, romantic and not sexual, enough of a give to push him to the end. Yet that wasn't right. He didn't deserve that perfection. Doesn't help I'm still awake from yesterday. How have I not passed out by now? Though if Rarity was to catch me sleeping. Haaa. Damn. I'm going to need some coffee to make it to midnight.
The dragon left the laundry room to peek into the long hall, both sides clear, no sounds in hearing. He'd gone to the lobby of the castle to ensure the doors were still locked. Windows infused into stillness as was Twilight's last conscious use of magic. None would be able to get in and none would be able to get out.
So long as that kept up for a few more hours... no mistakes would be made, by anyone, on the strange day that was today.
Chores are done and most of the girls checked in on it. Twilight passed out on the couch and Rainbow fell asleep in the tub. Y'know... those two would work well together. In terms of everything they said. If they were to... no Spike. You know that thought is going to somehow lead with either a threesome or you willing to watch.
His quest took him to the kitchen where he was sure he'd be safe. Meanwhile his mind was in the sky due to its perverted delight. Wouldn't that be crazy though? Getting to see Twilight and Rainbow go at it? Watching from a chair and pumping your stuff. Their eyes flicking to you. Now would be your only chance. And it wouldn't be the worst thing you could do.
Thus began the mental gymnastics.
Technically you didn't do anything to them. They got with each other. You could have had a threesome but, finally brought to weakness, decided to enjoy them afar. Little something to get all of this out of your head and system. It might even stop you from doing something, later, that would be more regrettable.
His mind, however, went to Fluttershy.
And his legs stopped before the archway.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Spike walked into the kitchen, then, to see a sight even more fucked up. His digits flicked the light switch on to a sight he wasn't sure was meant to be seen. Sprawled on her back with orange legs that were spread was Applejack. Whipped cream coated her inner-thighs and kept her privates private.
Lines of the same ran across the rest of her taut stomach, the tensing of abs in her inching from the table. Her melons deliciously jiggled away in her rising. She looked at him with a jolly face joined by bliss. “Why howdy Spike! Enjoyin' the view?”
“I... feel like I'm incriminating myself if I answer.” Spike had never seen a naked lady before today. Not one beyond the pages of a book at least. Though the sight remained a sacred view never to be experienced again... having the girls before put him in less of a shock. Or to regard the view as special. “Have you been waiting here all this time for me? Just lying in the dark?”
“Rest that pistol between your legs there champ; we ain't here to jump you.” Applejack shifted her hips to the wiggling of her cheeks. Both of their outward curves were darkened on the table. Their fronts meshed into the wood and flattened outward. Warm and fuzzy with a feeling of a gooey substance within.
Applejack always had a perfect ass for shorts.
But Spike stumbled back at catching that work. “We?”
“Why me of course silly!” His gaze carried to the right to where the pink woman stood, also in the nude, tall and dressed in deliciousness. She lowered from her toes in grabbing another canister of whipped cream from the overhead cabinet. Pinkie turned to him with a hand on her hip. “Doesn't seem like dinner is happening today—so Applejack and I thought we'd skip to desserts together!”
Spike swallowed and halfway hid behind the archway to the kitchen—much like Fluttershy the day before. “And the dessert.... is the other?”
“Yuup! Applejack and I have always been swung for the same team on that one!” Pinkie set the canister on the table and pushed both hands into the underside of her bust. They were clumped mountains of sweet pinkness with peaks of tits looking as though they could be sucked off. “Give me an ol' fat stack of boobies over chiselled muscles any day! Soft and fast and warm and so much to spread around! Much more fun to play with too!”
Spike nodded from his safe distance. “I'm inclined to agree with you on that one.”
Pinkie giggled at him in dropping her canyon; the plumpness of the girls dropped, a heavy bounce rocking them back up. They smacked into each other, hard at first and soft the second, jostling into place before jiggling their momentum away. “Like that! So much fun to do! Plus yours and Applejack's eyes were glued to them! Having that level of attention is awesome!”
“Having that level of desired attention from desired people at desired times must be pretty awesome Pinkie.” Spike stepped back into the hall with the wonder of needing to make a break for it. Though it appeared none had an interest in that which made him a guy... it still felt wrong to be here nonetheless. “But sadly I think all three of those aren't met right now. I better dash so you two can have all three together.”
He blinked. I think? Were they like this before the spell? Because if not... this is no better than me getting with someone. Or is that the case? Celestia damn it. Why can't my head work straight? Coffee! I need coffee! Something to zap me back into the action. And that's in... aw fucking damn it.
“Wait silly pie! Isn't this your kitchen?” Pinkie sauntered back to the table as Spike watched afar from the archway. She came to the table and hovered over the girl, a steady spray of whipped cream around her breasts, slower and building closer to the tit, the foam rising higher. “Obviously you came here for something! Applejack and I are going to be having our fun over here.”
Pinkie then leaned in for a kiss from the farmer, a quick one turned long, her lips retreated only to be nipped and tugged back by orange ones. They enjoyed each other to the closing of eyes and the rising of moans. Her hand passed over to the other orange mountain and covered the peak in snow.
Then she broke away. “And we don't mind a boy in our midst, do we, my super sweet Applejack?”
The cowgirl's head rolled to the side on the table, seeing over the delicacy of a creamy orange shoulder to the boy afar. It was like a tease to her. Seeing one tall and faintly strong as him cowering like a chicken. Her femininity, the parts she celebrated about herself, enough to send him for a whirl.
And that power her sexuality possessed over him... a boy of all things... it teased a burning lick over her lower lips. Her fingers lowered to her slit only for pink ones to beat her to it. Applejack relented. Pleasure felt better from another.
“I-I reckon that... with a good boy like Spike... I don't mind him taking the occasional peek over the shoulder.” Applejack's hand shot to the edge of the table, a need to grip it, tingly delight blowing from her crotch. Pinkie had sat at the chair between her legs and, removing her fingers, proceeded to dive her face into her meal of apple pie. “Just don't stare too long sugarcube. I might get a lil offended... or flattered.”
Spike gulped from the frame as his claw, having been set high to rest on it, slid down as he strode forward. He nodded and mumbled his thanks. None of these girls had an attraction to him. Beyond whatever stimulated their fuck-fest further.
Applejack was staring at him with sideways eyes beneath scattered strands of blond mane. Heavily she was breathing with hints of steam escaping. She clocked his gaze between her legs for her to then grin. Closing her thighs over Pinkie's head, she moaned at feeling the snout buried inches deeper into her tightening pussy.
“Try twisting a bit in there Pinkie.” Applejack's hand curved as it pressed into the heated base of her breast, a push into the dense softness as the beast bunched and wobbled toward her. She licked at the cream, enjoying the taste of her creamy skin as well, it all adding texture somehow. “Just like that girl. Lemme feel you struggle. Wanna know how strong my thighs feel and how deep you are in me.”
Coffee. That's what you're here for. Coffee. Don't get pulled into this. They'll hate you enough for tomorrow for invading on... whatever the heck this is. Spike strolled over the kettle and flipped the switch, hearing a hissing device from the machine, one muffled by the suppressed sounds of Pinkie. Don't break out down there. That'll be insulting beyond belief. Ignore what they're saying and doing and get out of here alive if possible.
Spike stood there at the counter in the kitchen, while behind him, two lovers went at it. Of course there was the urge to peek. One glance over the shoulder to capture a memory for life. They were moaning. Softly and loudly. There'd been a sound he'd never heard in his life. Softness rubbing on softness with flicks of something different.
Don't you do it. It'll only take a few moments for the coffee to be done. Focus on set up. Make the best cup of your life. Let's do a big scoop of instant. That should be enough to carry me to midnight.
His claw opened the overhead cabinet and pulled out the jar, feeling his tail already at the drawer below, his spade wrapping around a spoon. He did three scoops before feeling fulfilled. Much like the girls behind him.
“Mmhmmh! Hey Spike! Do you want something sweet to put in your coffee?” Spike turned and shouldn't have, caught within instinct as a voice called to him. Pinkie backed an inch from between the volume of orange legs. Her fingers pinched at the mounds of orange ice cream. The bunched slit leaked a rich but nice-smelling fragrance. “You could try putting your cup here for a few seconds! Ever have a coffee taste like apples before?”
Pinkie's face was covered in wetness and traces of visible slime.
“Oh no you don't!” Applejack leaned forward to grab Pinkie by the back of the head, pulling her into her pussy again—clamping her thighs and clenching them to ensure no escape. Pinkie struggled profusely, each wiggle contained through the legs and the cunt, that rubbing face getting AJ off. “That's right. Eat it right sister. Do everything you can to get out of pleasing me raw.”
The kettle began to boil.
“You must be a good boy.” Applejack leaned her head onto the table and stared at the ceiling. He glanced over his shoulder again to see her hands meshing her mountains together. She loved the way they meshed as she squealed after every squeal. Her legs enjoyed wrestling the head caught between them. “Keeping over there and quiet as us girls do our thing. Was worried I'd might have to do something about you. But I can see you've got a good heart.”
Spike arched an eyebrow. “I do suppose dragon hearts have to be good ones.” He smirked. “Pumping blood throughout a giant and allowing them to live for countless years. Good hearts indeed in that.”
Applejack chuckled as her hands fell away from the sides of her bust. “Now ain't you a cute one with that? This what you do? Find something else to talk or focus on to not be so frazzled by everything?”
“Notice Twilight's been having fewer breakdowns ever since her sense of humour developed?” Spike shrugged as he putting back the jar, facing the couple, turned on by them... but that feeling strangely distant. “Like to think the same of myself. You can never really stop thinking. Just... get really immersed in something else instead.”
“Ain't you wise.”
“I prefer bull that sometimes works.”
“Bull that's sometimes true?”
“Something like that.”
Spike hadn't expected the change. It came suddenly. In the tightness of his established protocols he'd found himself weak to the happenings of the present. But in becoming loose. Genuine and free. He found himself at greater peace in dealing with this.
“How would you like to join us on this one sugarcube?” Applejack rolled a little as one girl stacked on the other, the fat bust facing him, the teases of whip cream now glinting in the light. “Never had a boy roll with us. Hit the hay with a few other girls. But a boy... well. Reckon it's 'bout time we tried something new with someone trusted.”
“You've got the wrong dragon for that then.” Spike spread out his arms and gestured down to himself. “I'm as greedy and perverted as a guy and a dragon can get. You don't want to trust my fangs around that whipped cream of yours. I'm without practice in that regard.”
Applejack shook her head and rolled more onto her side, a head locked still between her thighs, forced into the awkward angle of eating pussy. Everything about the woman was exposed. The curves throughout her slenderness in how they amounted in all the right places. The peek to the cheeks behind, rolling hills of tender muscles, the perfect size to a girl of her ratio.
And who didn't want to fuck a cowgirl like Applejack?
“You don't mean a word of that and you know it.” Applejack rested a hand on the rise of her hip as to offer the galore that was her. “No boy would stand there without—“
“Without what? Chanting how much he wants to be with you two? Charging right in and taking a chance you'll take him right in? Face it.” Spike smirked as the kettle steamed behind him. “Most guys would do as I do, saying and doing as needed, waiting for the chance for you to let them in.”
Applejack's legs lightened around Pinkie's head. The cowgirl's eyes shot down in thought of what to say next. Quickly she found the truth to something. “But you still choose not to do anything there. No great peeks or like. Ain't no guy or girl alive who wouldn't be thinking and feeling somethin' with this happening in the background.”
Spike lowered his head only to nod at that. “Maybe it's the matter of what we choose that's important. In that case I should have chosen to not even risk coming in here a second time. I... I wanted to know if something would happen.”
“And something could happen right now if you let it.”
Pinkie twisted her head on the bottom thigh, her cheeks sandwiched between the two, looking to the dragon with curiosity. She didn't say anything but watched. Interested in a way her expression didn't usually show.
“Don't think so on that.” Spike turned back around to lift the kettle to pour its contents into his mug. It splashed up as the spoon within stirred the caffeine. “I should have been stronger in all of this. Not just hanging around... hoping for something to happen. Keep to what's right and enjoy yourself. I wouldn't have felt like such a creep if I kept that in mind.”
His tail tossed the spoon into the sink once done. He turned to the girls again, noticing Pinkie had escaped—smirking at that fact. He gave them both a bow to mark his departure. “I leave you girls to it though. I'm sure you'll find a third soon enough. Celestia knows it'll be easy enough for the two of you.”
Applejack watched as the dragon left, not sure of how much truth and how much bull were to his words, a discovery in the making never expressed with concise clarity. Still he seemed genuine enough. Though her heart spoke to go after him, that spell, the curse of the day, weakened on its approach to midnight.
“Are you forgetting something?”
Suddenly there was a shadow over her.
Applejack looked up to the plush underside of Pinkie's behind.
“Time for you to repay the favour miss farmer!”
Then Pinkie sat on Applejack's face.
~ Previous Night ~
Twilight Sparkle was on the precipice of making a mistake but, when desire seemed greater than the possible consequence, it propelled her into a zone of silliness tinged with tingly greed. Opened was a book stolen from a section in the library banned to all except princesses. Celestia hadn't known of this transgression and would be disappointed in its discovery.
“To find your possible love is the conversion of two souls, unknown to the other, but compatible to the point of becoming one.” Twilight sat back on the couch as the girls were around, the bottle drained, everyone sitting with a wobble. “Cast this spell to search the world for your other. To them you will feel an immense attraction. Allow the scene that immersion to transition your life into romantic harmony.”
Rarity blinked from the shoulder purple shoulder, resting her chin on it, wanting to be close to someone like that. “S-So... this will... find my prince?”
Twilight shook her head once but the effects of being drunk caused her to do it twice—the second time a sloppy way to catch her momentum. Her eyes glanced at the friend. “M-Maybe not a prince... but the one you're meant for... who, in all this world, you would be the best with.”
Applejack reeled her head back. “Now how would a spell know somethin' like that?”
Twilight went to shake her head again—but she had already learned her lesson. “N-Not... sure. It goes off your current and subconscious desires. B-But maybe you want something you don't know you want yet? It's—“ she hiccuped “—not perfect.”
Rainbow Dash lowered her head before her raised knees then spoke. “But at least it's progress with someone... right?”
Twilight nodded to find that she could do that okay. “Agreed. We'll feel compelled toward them for the duration of tomorrow. After that, though, we choose.... whatever we think is best for us. Anymore... hehehe..... questions?”
Silence.
Then Fluttershy meekly raised her hand. “What if... you already have someone you like?”
Rainbow's head shot from its hiding place to look at her. “What! You have someone y-you dig? Who?”
Fluttershy opened her mouth and it was seconds before words flew through. “Someone... who wouldn't say yes.”
“Whaaaaat? No way.” Rainbow threw a hand into the sky to dash it down into the ground. “You're a model 'Shy. Formerly. That body can get you anyone.”
“B-But personality?”
Rainbow opened her mouth but closed it. Even in drunkenness she couldn't lie to a friend—even for her sake. Rather the best help she could provide was in speaking the truth. “Depends on the person I guess. Maybe I get your fear on that. But anyone who says no is a fool. Ditch them in that head of yours.”
But Fluttershy bitter-sweetly smiled at that. “I'd rather not. Loving them... is enough for me.” She turned to Twilight. “So please don't cast that spell if it will cause me to lose what I have for them.”
Twilight looked at her longingly before slowly nodding. “Y-You have my word Fluttershy. This spell o-only works for those who haven't truly found someone. So you should be okay.”
Fluttershy nodded and turned away.
Twilight looked to everyone else to see they were ready. All around the table, silent and still, heartbeats sometimes breaking the air. Exhaling, she ignited her horn, magic swirling, lips chanting the words in the book.
“...and so, through the magic of love, the current over the world, connect our souls with—“
“Twi? What the heck are you doing in here?”
“Spike! We're trying to—“
Multicoloured flashes enveloped the room.
~ Present Night ~
He's been expecting it. The wobble and the sly tricks played by the brain. His eyes closed and his face tilted ever high. Tired. Oh how so very tired he'd been. Awake for two days and stimulated to no end. Mind hazy and body fatigued. Would he have done better not drunk from the lack of sleep?
How much of today would be different if he'd gotten sleep and a proper meal?
That didn't seem to matter to the dragon as he crashed into the wall, pulling and pushing himself across it, the wobbling in his legs a weak support. He didn't have long. The cleanse that swept through his body in the kitchen now was shutting down his body.
Adhere to what you think is right... to avoid feeling guilt... around those who you say are your friends...
The wall dipped into the frame of a door. His door. The bedroom denied since the start of all this. His claw gripped the handle and he pushed, arm too weak to budge it. Did he even click it in all the way? So much of him was weak.
In banging his body into it, he rested on the wood, catching his breath, closing his eyes and willing his soul to get him through the door. Pushing in the click, he backed, throwing his shoulder into the frame. It flew back on impact, his feet stumbling into the room supposed to be dark.
Only it was not.
Magic collected around the dragon's chest, blue and see-through, an aura like a smooth and chilly touched. It pleased him in a way that shouldn't as it evoked immense attraction. He relied on it. Not out of wanting but need as it helped him stand in the center of the room.
His gaze picked up from his feet, across the floor and up his best, to the sight of her, the white woman in black lingerie, smiling with a raised eyebrow. “It would appear as though I finally found you, my darling.”
Spike wobbled in place, the falls pushed back on by her magic, the support never leaving him. He stared at her lazily. “Think this is more me finding you than anything else.” His head lifted as he looked over her body. “Lucky we're not dating. Finding you with another guy in my bed is the start to a heartbreak story.”
Rarity shook her head as she sat up, the garters from the bottom of her ebony panties to the top of her stocking flexing as her feet swept from the bed and touched the ground. The fabric became tighter at her crotch. Teasing to the mounds and shape to what laid beneath. “Rest assured, darling, the one I want in your bed is you.”
“Really?” Spike replied. “Because if I were you... the last person I'd want in my bed is me.”
Rarity snickered as she stood. Tallest of them all and reaching to his shoulders. There'd been something in her hand; long and black and slender. The thin fabric over her boobs rubbed into her tits without shame to what they showed through it. “That's what I like about you Spike. Always so witty when you're scared. It's a bit of a turn on to see you turned so cute. The nervousness of me simply being here... it's a turn on, to say the least.”
Spike nodded his head. “Celestia always told me girls are scary when I was young.” Then it fell left and hung over his shoulder. “After Twilight ripped off the head of one of my figures when we were still in Canterlot. Something like joking about her going to a prom. Got really mad when I offered her a calculator.”
Rarity smiled a step before him. “Twilight told me this story. Didn't you go with her after the fact?”
“Because the next figurine was a collectible.”
“You went to her room with the offer—no?”
“Because she strikes at night and I didn't want to wake up to a decapitated head.”
“Surely... you know how to keep a woman hot in all of this... don't you?”
“Want me to blow some fire?”
“You'd set me on fire?”
“To be honest with you... I don't know what's going to come out of my mouth next at this point.”
“You still went to that prom with her.”
“To people laughing to her dancing with a dragon that went only because he was her best friend.”
“But all that mattered to her was going with someone, even you, and your proof of being her best friend.”
“Who didn't want to lose a figurine.”
Rarity scoffed and to a roll to her head and eyes, fighting through her annoyance, deciding to take a step forward—putting it on his chest. “You silly boy. If you find a girl on your bed, dressed like this, you—“
“Wonder how she got the key?”
“Lockpick, Spike, now...” Rarity blinked and stepped back from him, looking up, gazing into his face. “Just a second. Why are you being coy with this? Don't you want this darling?”
“I... I don't think so actually.” Spike blinked as it was true. There was no urge to see Rarity dressed up. None of her features stood out despite being well aware of their beauty. They didn't apply to him. Whatever reason they didn't glimmer in his heart the same way. “Had a day full of this stuff. It was hard at the start but... in seeing the offers..... and knowing I couldn't take them. Well. None of this seems to bother me anymore.”
“Because of the spell right?” Rarity smirked and pointed to the window, to the moon high in the sky, the positioning for a tad after midnight. “The day is already done Spikey. My desperation for you during the day has since, well, let us say waned? But it got me thinking about our previous escapades.”
His face gazed out the window and, unlike her glance to it, Spike found himself lost to the stars. To the splendour and beauty and ethereal feeling of the night. He wanted to look at it forever. To forget the day and possibly his life and be lost in the sensation and sight of the night sky.
But it also wasn't something he wanted to get lost in alone.
“Like that kiss and cuddling session?”
“Indeed... it would appear... I was wrong to throw you through that.” Rarity swallowed but then nodded. “I truly thought that night I had fallen in love. But the morning is home to faded feelings—is it not? I find I did not mind what happened then. Or even if it had progressed... to something more.”
Spike kept looking to the sky instead of her, not out of disinterest or disrespect, but only because he could handle one focus. And the view through the window to what was beyond this room was what had him. “Something to occupy your time until you find the right guy?”
“Never did I say I was a good woman in that regard Spikey.” Her head shook in the corner of his vision. “Rather it's the course of yesterday met with a decade that I realize there are certain qualities of myself... I've yet to indulge in. I wished to do so with the right one. But I don't know when they will come. Or even if they will come at all.”
Spike nodded as his eye caught on to a star, a set of them, tricks of the eyes shining them yellow and pink. “You'll find someone. Already you're on the right path. All that waiting for perfection... none could ever compare to you on that front.”
“You make it sound like my standards are as high as that sky you're looking at.”
“Not even close.” He shook his head without losing himself to a sway; the refreshment of the stars sipped him little strength. “Only that the beauty of a princess deserves the handsomeness of a prince. But there aren't too many princes nowadays. Handsomeness maybe. But nothing with the nobility worthy to you.”
Rarity huffed and squinted her eyes and turned like him. Standing at his side to look out to the sky to see whatever the deranged dragon saw. Sky and stars with a moon at the center of it all. Nothing more existed in the sky; it was a calming canvas meant for projection.
“Do you think girls find that attractive Spikey? Speaking as though they are goddesses or princesses or worthy of the world? I'm afraid that level of flattery is quite insulting in truly thinking about it. To think as though one like myself deserves so much.”
Spike's exhale through his lips allowed his shoulders to drop as well. “I think that's the problem with you girls. You're looking elsewhere for answers.” His gaze passed onto her. “You already know you want to be with someone loosely and learn from wherever that path leads. Nothing wrong with it. I might have followed you on it a while ago.”
Rarity blinked up at him. “But now?”
“But I... I want something more than that. More than a scene at a slumber party that changes everything.” Spike's eyes ripped from her, settling on himself, so easily advising the girls... yet hardly looking at himself. “I viewed all of you so highly... that I disregarded whatever I wanted. That it took second priority to all of you. Or no priority at all.”
Rarity turned her attention back to the sky with a projection of her own. “It would appear you no longer shame your desires for merely existing. Just in the same how I wanted this to happen. But I suppose... I have to find a new boy for it.” She giggled. “Won't I?”
Spike smirked. “Told you there's a lot of handsome ones out there.”
Rarity grinned back. “And you're no slouch yourself. Shall I leave you to your room?”
His gaze swept the bed. Clothing and toys and objects blurry beyond mention. He shook his head and stepped back. “Think you've got this place dressed out for yourself. I got another place where I can crash. Now that it's safe and everything.”
Spike walked to the door and pulled it open, needing to pause at the frame, collecting the last breath needed. The bed squeaked from the weight of a plush derriere crashing into it. The woman sang to him. “And just what is your desire Spike?”
“To have a few words with a friend,” he replied, “then get to bed.” He stepped into the hall but stopped. He turned back with a claw still on the handle to the door. “Think you can check on all the girls to make sure they got to sleep alright?”
Rarity smiled in the distance, crossing a leg over the other from the bed, wiggling her fingers at him. “Consider it done darling. Please. Do try to get yourself some rest.”
Spike grinned. “Plan on it.”
The hall spanned to infinity—though it scared him no longer. Step after step in a rhythm feeling right. Doors blurred to the side as one radiated afar. It beckoned him to it. The smooth air and the taste of strawberries tinged within it.
In reaching her door, he lightly knocked, a shuffle of feet and a clicking of a knock, the squeak of a door to reveal Fluttershy. She hid behind the frame and existed in the crack. In seeing him, though, the door opened wide. No fear despite the time or the actions of the previous night.
“Spike! You're okay! But you seem weak.” Fluttershy barrelled out of the door and at once was to his side, taking his arm over her shoulder, not caring for how easily it spanned across them and how far it fell at her side. Nothing about him scared her. Just a vastness of kindness she saw him as. “Did something happen? Did you...”
“No crimes committed today. Literal or moral or otherwise. Going to be blue balled until next week though.” Spike rested more of his weight onto the girl, feeling guilt, but she fought harder for him. Together they struggled to the bed. “But think I got compensated in some regards for it. And, uh, sorry to crash in on you like this.”
Despite the tightness and weight hooked around her neck, the kind girl shook her head the best she could, holding onto his arm, eyes determined for the bed. Different of course from the rest of the girls who desired the same thing. “P-Please don't worry. I'd rather t-this.”
“Nnmgh.” Spike coughed and glanced down at her. “How come?”
“Better knowing you're safe here,” she replied as the foot of the bed passed them on the left, “then wondering what you were doing out there. I don't know how bad it is. So I...”
“It was bad. Pretty bad for a guy. But not... in the way usually bad for a guy.” Spike sighed as Fluttershy reached the head of the bed, feeling hands brush around his waist, guiding it down to the mattress. “But that's usually how it goes in the absurdity of my life. H-Hey... I can't take your bed. The couch or floor would do.”
His bottom sunk into the sheets and, before he could lean forward, yellow hands touched down on his shoulders. Fluttershy smiled before pushing him. He crashed back, rolling to one side of the bed. She pulled the covers over him as he was too weak to rise from the comfy bindings. “Fluttershy. You can't take the couch or the floor.”
Fluttershy towered afar with crossed arms. For the first time in truly looking at her... he saw something he shouldn't have. She'd ditched most of her clothing. Across the sprawl of the blanket going left, he saw her lemon legs in the distance, both joining into a crotch of pink underwear. Above was the tautness of her tummy met with a bra of the same colour above.
But the dragon was far too tired to be horny. That, and after all he'd been through... simply seeing a girl in her undergarments wasn't enough to evoke temptations. Rather it was another person before him. Blurry and fuzzy and yellow. But that voice. The kindness of guiding him to this safe spot. That's what stuck with him.
“I don't mind taking your bed if that's—“
“Rarity has it.” Spike rolled onto his back, feeling a pillow teasing his spine, coming to snuggle into the plushness next. “And you don't want to chance sleeping next to her right now. Least not with all she has going on.”
Fluttershy stood there in thought for a while. Then a smile crossed her lips. Slowly she lifted the blanket to the bed, climbing into and laying underneath the covers, keeping to the pillow opposite of him. Both faced each other with scarlet painting their faces.
“Fluttershy I'm... I'm not so sure this is a good idea.”
“Will you do anything?”
“Of course not, but—“
Her beautiful face leaned closer and pecked his snout. “Then get some sleep.”
Spike wanted to fight.
But he wanted to sleep more.
Spike missed the morning sun, but caught it, later, in the middle of the sky through an open window. He laid in bed for a while. Parts of him coming alive moments apart at a time. His head was clear and energized. Every limb felt ready for something. After the hardness of yesterday... he awoke feeling soft for today.
It took him a while to crawl out of bed. It wasn't his and the smell wasn't of his usual odour. Rather it was sweet. Traces of strawberries left him wanting to find the source as it would bring him to something more. But he stumbled out of the room the same. Into the hall and finding his way to the kitchen.
To where all of this began.
“My back! My back my back! I'm not going to hit the gym for days because of this!” Rainbow stood by the door already in a jacket. Hands massaged her lower back, trying to assuage the sore muscles. “Falling asleep in a bathtub of all things. One crack and my neck falls off next.”
Rainbow's eyes shot to him. “My dragon. Could have left me a pillow when you left yesterday. Find a girl napping in a tub and don't even think to get her out.”
Everyone in the room turned to the dragon, elated to see him, a different expression the next, a mixture of everything crossing their expressions. He kept to the door, leaning onto it, needing the support and the distance from the girls. “Sorry about that. I would have offered to use the shower curtain as a blanket.”
Rainbow clenched an eye. “Very nearly did.”
Twilight was at the kitchen table, bent over, examining it. “Spike... did you put whip-cream on the table? Because it melted all over. Never seen it so like slime before in my life.”
Applejack and Pinkie looked to each other before glancing at Spike.
He coughed. “Needed some sugar to keep me awake through yesterday; open mouth a few shots and might have missed some squirts.”
Pinkie laughed at that last word.
“Well I'm very happy for what you did yesterday... but that was no excuse for you to come into my room after downing whip cream.” Twilight clenched an eye and shook her head. “What even happened between us? We cast that spell of... what again?”
“Something about helping us find true love my dear.” Rarity spoke from sitting on the counter. Her eyes closed in trying to remember yesterday... only for it all to be a blur. “Dreadfully hot yesterday. Don't know why we all stayed an extra day. None of us even went outside. Such strangeness.”
Applejack and Pinkie glanced at each other in confusion. They were about to speak—but glanced at Spike first. He shook his head, waving a claw, and they exhaled their words instead. Twilight shook her head at the matter. “I'll have to look into it at least to see what happened. But at least... we all got to spend time together again... as well as... something else.”
Applejack stepped to Twilight's side. “Did you end up learning something yesterday sugarcube?”
“I think I... I had a revelation about something.” Twilight closed her eyes and searched through a blur for the truth. Nothing came but the essence of that which was learned. And that was all she would have on the matter. “I can't say how it came to me. But I... I don't know.”
Applejack paid Spike a final glance and he smiled from the frame. Her smirk pushed into her cheek and she shrugged despite it all. Turning around to throw her arm around Pinkie, the two, walking toward the door. “Reckon Pinkie and I got some matters to take care of. Mac ain't going to be happy holding down the barn alone for a day.”
“Suppose I will be joining you in that regard as well.” Rarity hopped down from the counter to join the group. She stopped a foot and glanced back at Twilight. “Also dear? Some of your... let us say belongings. I returned them to the usual place. Thank you for letting me use them again.”
Twilight blushed and nodded her head and was now more desperate to search through the contents of her head. “O-Of course. Thank you. Guess I'll be... seeing you girls?”
“At the next slumber party of course.” Rarity waved to the rest. “We'll be off!”
The girls walked out into the hall, chatter and footsteps waning, until nothing remained.
Spike coughed from the doorway. “Hey... Fluttershy already leave?”
“Early this morning.” Twilight turned to him with a hand on her hip. “Stayed too long and left the animals at her cottage unchecked. She felt bad for leaving without saying goodbye. Rushed out pretty quick.”
Spike's eyes fell to the floor and his chest expanded in the biggest inhale to dragon kind. But he took it all with a smile, nodding, in that route not working out. His heart was settled on its desire of finding someone. Now all that remained was finding the path that would lead to someone who desired him the same.
No better or worse.
But finding an equal soul in another.
Twilight went to leave the kitchen as well but stopped. She turned to see Rainbow there. Standing around but not speaking. “Or are you staying for a bit, Rainbow?”
Rainbow stood with a mouth open. Her eyes flicked to the exit then back to the girl. With a swallow and a step forward... she spoke. “D-Don't suppose... you need up in figuring out what happened last night? Maybe we could do a few things to kill the time?”
Twilight's face narrowed in confusion tinged with suspicions but, in a feeling of last night evoking in her now, she instead... nodded her head. “S-Sure. Having more than one perspective will be helpful on this. You mind if we do this in my room?”
“Lead the way...” Rainbow chuckled. “Twilight Sparkle.”
The last of the girls left the room.
Spike walked into the center of the kitchen to look at all the doors leading through it. Everyone here went their separate ways through them. Yesterday was a blur to them all. As it would be in the details of the spell. Good deeds are quickly forgotten.
But bad deeds were remembered forever.
“I know this may be out of the blue,” the dragon spoke to the empty room with spread arms, “but would anyone like to sleep with me still?”
Silence.
His arms slapped into his sides at defeat. Pride swelled in his chest in doing right. But something about it all felt wrong. He took it, though, seeing no other choice. In looking over to the counter, though, a pot of coffee was still on—still full.
And none of the girls had made mention of it.
“At least they left me coffee.” The dragon began toward it, his tail snaking a mug as he walked, putting it beneath the pot. “Need the power to clean up any messes and evidence. Twilight's going to kill herself if she found out. Can't leave a trace.”
The dragon poured his coffee and got to work.
First was cleaning the table, which smelled of something funny, barely layered by the scented whipped cream. His first idea was to burn the thing and buy another. But in scrapping the top layer of the wood and washing it over and over—the table seemed removed of sin.
The bathroom was a bit harder in that regard. Bleach for the tub and then another bottle to be safe. Memories of yesterday played as he cleaned. But again they were removed of their sexual power over him. In choosing to no longer desire it, wanting deeper than a scene, those teases ceased to be pleasing.
It was later into the day, without sound or trouble, that the dragon found himself in the hall. Checking the doors for anything more. Everything cleaned or burned or removed. One last stroll to check to make sure last night didn't happen at all.
And there'd been one last thing.
The dragon slowed in seeing one of the doors, his door, with a pair of panties placed on the handle. The throwback to the previous morning evoked a chuckle. He rolled to it and picked it up, crotch wet and smelled strong—even more powerful strawberries.
He then twirled the underwear on a digit, fanning the smell without meaning, simply toying around for the sake of it. Opening his door and going inside, he whistled, one stopping as his next step inside did the same.
On the edge of the bed was the yellow girl. Fully in the nude with her chest exposed. Round and yellow mountains with pink tits seeming like candy. Her frame narrowed through and down the middle, curving out at her hips, the delicacy of her thighs teasing to the sweet place between them.
Fluttershy then looked at him with a smile.
And Spike got the wise idea to stop twirling her underwear.
“F-Fluttershy! What the... I... uhh...”
She stood from the bed in crossing her arms behind her back, hands clasping, sweetness being achieved. Walking toward him slowly, her cheeks were pink, though nothing about her was scared. “L-Like what you see?”
“I-I very much do.” Spike turned his head and clenched an eye and nodded like a robot. “But I feel like I'll be seeing it behind bars in a second here.”
Fluttershy giggled. She twirled in place, a flounce to her hair and her chest, a composition of perfectness. “Didn't you say... didn't you make me a promise yesterday?”
“Yesterday? But that should be a blur! You shouldn't...”
“Shouldn't remember anything if I was under the spell? There's... something I have to confess in that.” Fluttershy looked down beyond her girls to the floor far below. “Truth is I was never under the spell. It only worked on those who didn't love someone yet. I'm... I'm sorry I didn't tell you.”
Spike stepped back with an open mouth—finding the will to speak only seconds later. “But... why? I-I mean I thought something was up. But you were always different from the others so I...” He sighed and gave up. “How come?”
Fluttershy turned her head away. “You... I'm... I'm not sure. I always knew you were a kind dragon. I've... liked you for a while now. You always liked Rarity though. Liked her for a long time. And I didn't want to step in on that.”
Spike wanted to speak but found he couldn't for the conflicting reasons that boiled within.
“Then yesterday came and I was scared of everything.” Fluttershy inhaled to the rise of her chest. “Us girls aren't much better than you guys. I-I wanted to know so many things. Of what you would do when something like yesterday happened.” She swallowed. “B-But then I was worse. I w-wondered that... if I acted like u-under a spell... if you would f-finally do something with me.”
Spike stepped toward her to see her shiver.
“And I wanted both sides! To want you to do something and for you to do nothing! That you would finally be with me.... but not in the way I wanted.” Her eyes clenched and her head shook. “But I was so conflicted. I felt excited in the moment when you barged in here and... had your thing out. But I felt s-safe... and happy... when we were talking.”
She returned her sight and smiled at him. “Because t-talking has always been what we've done best.”
Even though he didn't want to, the dragon smirked, remembering their moment. “And you got me to confess about you... because I thought you'd forget everything today. Dirty. Very dirty Fluttershy.”
Fluttershy's eyes dropped to her chest again. “I'm sorry. It's been a long time now. T-Trying to find out what you feel about me. If I could be... something more to you. More than how you see the other girls. That moment... felt like the only time I could finally have certainty.”
Spike shook his head still with that smile. “And here I thought it was after midnight when I came back to you. Rarity got that wrong. Good trick on her part.” He then looked back to Shy with a saddened face. “But... but what about this? Why are you—“
“Naked? I was nothing but dressed yesterday.” Fluttershy's smile twitched wider as the tips of her fingers poked together. “In thinking that... you would get so teased yesterday... I wanted to do something with you today. It wasn't scary sharing a bed with you yesterday a-and... while I watched you sleep... I-I quickly found myself wanting more.”
Spike inhaled and lifted his chin, looking down at the girl, thinking to the heavens for the right thing to do. But in clearing his head for a second, he spoke without thinking, trusting in himself to be genuine. “Fluttershy?”
“Yes?”
“I would really like to be with you.”
Her body stiffened upward and she was compelled toward him.
Author's Note
Usually my afterwords are about the strangeness of the current story. This leads to the backstory of the story. Then I ramble about whatever the fuck and we call it a day. On this one, however, I would like to do something different.
I would like to thank the kindness of Skeeter the Lurker.
In 2018 I was doing my tour across the East Coast of the USA on my motorcycle. Some would be surprised to hear that part of my intent for this wish was to kill myself. Work and life had been depressing at the time and I bemoaned my life in Discord all the time. In thinking deeply about the wish to cease to be—I decided I should do a few things I always wanted to do.
Which was to get a motorcycle and drive across the States to finally meet all of my online friends.
And so this happened.
Skeeter was one of those kind people to receive a message from a near stranger and, without hesitation, book a time and a place for us to meet. We met at a Waffle House and talked about the golden days of the fandom. Even got a photo together here.
Then he was so kind as to invite me back to his place where we talked endlessly and I was introduced to his grandmother. She spoke of family members who had done the same as me and tales from their travels. We talked about MASH and it was one of those times you feel grateful to speak deeply with strangers.
Skeeter and I talked some more in his room, showing me all the parts of the fandom he'd collected, books and scrolls and naughty posters hidden behind those scrolls. He talked about the days where, being homeless, he tried to comment on every story and forum and blog he could—and to be kind to those he interacted with.
To support.
He provided my phone with countless music to help me endure the long stretches of road with. Long and dark nights forced to be drove through to reach the next destination on time. It was like being Starlord given a new mix for his Walkman. And Skeeter. You've got to send me those tracks again.
And recently when I'd been down in the dumps, needing something heavy to take me from the world, the fellow did a kindness on a joking blog and bought me Red Dead 2. It's one of my favourite games of all time. To him it was a purchase for a friend and maybe not much more.
But for me?
Playing Red Dead has been a way to escape the troubles happening around me, the absurd strife marking the site, and the onslaught of betrayals and bullshit from all around. Seeing Arthur Morgan sketch his settings and journal his thoughts had me doing the same. I drive to different cities at night now, long rides on my motorcycle, to explore and sketch all the places I once roamed.
I would have never allowed myself to go out and explore for its own sake. But going there to draw and journal, however, enables me the justification to become an adventurer once more. And that pass time has saved and improved me. It came from the game bought for me by a friend.
I won't go into what's happening on this site for it's too much of a whirl. But someone like Skeeter is what makes the fandom. Commenting and interacting and being kind wherever he can. It's what pumps blood into the system. It makes the overall place better.
This afterword doesn't have more of a point to it.
Only to thank someone for being kind so many times.
~ Yr. Pal, B ~
(PS. Yes. This is a story where Spike gets it but the reader still gets blue-balled. Consider it punishment for these last few days. Mahuahawaw!)
