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A Hearth's Yearning Tale
~~Once upon a time, many many many months ago~~ Nah, that’s too cliched.
~~So, turns out there’s an earth where four legs good, two legs oh come on, I’m not eve~~n trying at this point!
Okay, so. Ponies. Talking Ponies. I fell down a hole, found them, got on speaking terms with them. Lived with em’ now, for about - well, the time’s irrelevant. The point is, I can understand them - and given about a century or so, I might be able to understand all that they can do.
See, they’re… kinda magic.
Although...less ‘Abracadabras!’ and ‘Shazams!’, more “light a horn, upturn entire treehouses” sort of deal. Or so Twilight claims that somepony’s done as of late. Goodness, this Trixie sounds like she’s a tough cookie, if even her rivals call her great and powerful.
Seriously, though, I’ve been here a while. I started out these letters wondering if I should be directing them to my parents if I ever get back to them… or to one of the beings here if they want to know more about me. I mean; surely there’s a role for me in this world, right? Seems like it has its shit together, but it can’t help to put a finger on the scale, right?
Twilight, the purple-maned princess I’m currently living with, certainly found one - metaphorically, I mean. Becuase, you know, hooves and all. So now, I’m working on mating the bonkers-large castle she and her five best friends live in now, and in exchange, I get to live in it too.
Gotta say; not exactly what I expected when I Alice in Wonderland-ed my way into this place.
For the most part though, life’s become a nice routine for me. I got most of the steps under control, but here’s the thing:
Well, you see those lines above me?
I didn’t put them in with my pen.
That magic I was talking about did.
See, apparently, magic here’s kinda like the re-engineered dinos in that movie about remote island theme parks; it just finds a way. From ponies to dragons and every creature in between, it’s a potent force of nature, and flows through them like a roaring river. Unicorns are just the most blatant ones with it. Twilight talks all about it, since it’s in a book called - I swear I’m not making the name up - The History of Magic.
Anyways.
It tends to work differently with humans here apparently. Like, in really explosive ways. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt me - or most ponies, either. Some reason, since they're such casual users of it, it just washes off them like water. No matter how furious the lightshow is when the magic bursts from me, any four-legged being near me is right as rain. The places I pop off in, though…
Which is part of why I’m staying with Twilight in this gobsmackingly beautiful castle she has in the north end of this town. Apparently, Twilight’s got quite the eye for the odd - she’s also got a dragon as an assistant and a former cult-running unicorn as an APPRENTICE! I can’t even be mad, it’s amazing the range she apparently has, and I know she’ll be the first to find out a breakthrough on this little magic-buildup mishap I’ve got going on.
Regardless, the power that knowledge has had over me has been the other big development I’ve been trying to stay on top of since I’ve been here; the staggering amount of single mares here.
Not that I’m that type of guy, mind. I’m polite enough to turn them down. But - goodness, do they have quite the eye out for me. Almost got to the point I need both hands to count the number of times Roseluck or those two purple pegasi - Cloud and Flits? - cajole me on the way to the potions shop.
Don’t even get me started on Miss Heartstrings. I’m a bit scared I’ll pat her head one of these days and she’ll just spontaneously combust, or something.
Thankfully - as Twilight’s told me - I’ve got friends to help sort this whole thing out. And as Spike has hopefully followed up on, just because I’m far from the familiar doesn’t mean I’m far from home. It’s what you make of out where you are - and the unforgettable memories you forge with those you trust there. And if he, a dragon amongst ponies, could stand out, just think of what a human could do!
Not too sure why he went all stuttery at me thanking him for it, or why his ensemble changed after that day. But, gotta admit - when he’s right, he’s right.
Especially now in the middle of their winter, where everything’s starting to look a bit more like Christmas. Well, their type of Christmas - they call it Hearth’s Warming. And with these mares a day away from celebrating it with Twilight in Canterlot with her family, I’ve no doubt I’ll be kept quite busy till then.
So if you take away anything else from my time here, from reading this - it’s that. Sounds corny, but hey; most everycreature here’s vegan, so do as the Romans do.
Or Clousdalians.
Seriously, check the city when you’ve a chance, it’ll make sense immediately. Probably not today though - Spike and I’ve got lots to do..
Till the-
The quill almost jumped in the human’s hand as several light taps rumbled the slight curls of snowfall on the door. His heart calmed upon realizing it was from a purple hoof - and did so even further at hearing exactly who was doing the knocking.
“Goodness, the Castle almost looks spotless! Thanks for doing this on such short notice!”
To be fair though, few residents in this down didn’t brighten up upon hearing Princess Twilight Sparkle’s voice. And seeing her again meant that things were about to pick up - even more than the blizzard nipping at the windows.
Finally tearing his eyes away from the notes, the human offered to open the door and let her in. But Twilight’s outstretched hoof paused him. “Don’t worry, you’ve likely done more than enough for today.” Her wings beat fitfully in the air as she beams at his handiwork beyond the view of the glass panes. “Plus, I’m still not sure just what’s causing your magical surges - well, besides Equestria. Don’t wanna overtax you, just in case.”
The human sheepishly grinned in response .”I think we’ve hit a good day, though. No lost furniture, no busted windows.”
Twilight’s smile grew. “Since you insist then…. the last of the gifts are just outside the front door! I’ll meet you there.”
“Not a problem!” And the trip to that door is almost a literal cakewalk, quick as the humanare to avoid the various treats Twilight’s pink-maned friend bordered the halls with. Most of them are outgoing, but he couldn’t help but wonder just how a pony with no magic - or opposable thumbs - can whip up so many of these so blisteringly fast.
Witing seconds, the front door is thrown open - by the immaculately buffed knob at its edge - to let in the Princess of Friendship. Despite the heaps of snow piling in, it settles no further than the edge of a purple-glowing circle around her, and the teetering pile of gift boxes behind her.
“Wow, I’m really impressed with what you’ve done so far!” she whistles, trotting into the house. “And no issues with those little... surges, right?”
”No.” The human’s mind flashes back to that note still sitting on the desk in his room. What Twilight was mentioning was likely the very reason that she wasn’t teleporting into the Castle. “No, Twilight. I’m… positive I don’t have any stresses on that front today.”
“Makes… one of us…” mewled a voice trickling from… the pile of shiny boxes behind Twilight? It took the human a couple of seconds to put two and two together.
In a flash, the human was in front of the mountain of boxes, peeling several from the center until he finally saw another familiar purple-face behind them. Though, his eyes were quite the green-tinged contrast to Twilight's. “Spike! You want me to handle your packages?”.
Spike’s eyes widened as his cheeks grew an even darker purple, if that’s possible, and his pose grew even more rigid. “N-nah. You’re good. Just…” He struggles for an end to the sentence, finds none, looks down, and almost cannonballs his haul into the map room in a flurry of feet.
The human blushes, of course - and not just from the roaring heat in the place to keep it toasty. “...A-anyway, It’s nothing, Twilight.” he meekly offered. “Happy to help where I can.”
And the human didn’t even break a sweat either. Of course, it was because while he was busy with the windows and doors...
“I did dust the shelves, and get the floors mopped, and plucked out the specks of dust in-” Twilight stops upon seeing you stiffen up, coquettishly hiding her face behind a forehoof to hide the chuckling.
In that moment, the human saw it; the true reason behind his blushing. Even now as a Princess, Twilight still felt that she needed to do most everything herself. And it was still quite endearing.
“S’fine,” he said, Twilight herself sighing in relief at the save.
Twilight nodded. “I hope so. We’ve been a bit shorthoofed since the plan for Hearth’s Warming. Which reminds me, of course -'' And with a push toward a door behind her, Twilight motioning to the room beyond. “I feel you deserve an upgrade from your normal quarters. Rarity wished to wait until after we got back, but I figure there’s no time like the present to gift a friend.”
The human’s jaw nearly dropped at the sight. His room previous was no slouch either - well-lit, spacious, great window view - but this was downright decadent. Despite the light being reduced to a single chandelier, the place was dripping in jewels as blood-red as the sheets. Even the fireplace across from it was bordered in glorious golds and reds.
“And the second Spike’s done with the presents I’m sure he’ll help you settle into this room nicely.”
One look to the leaning tower of wrapping paper, and I can’t help but chuckle. The hand he span out as I moved to help him, though, showed just how much Spike could bear the load.
The relocation of those presents from Twilight came quickly. The reason for Spike’s blush, however, would take more time to mollify.
Hence why he’d taken a detour to another familiar door within the Castle of Friendship.
“Oh man, am I really gonna tell somepony about this?” Spike gulped, his balled fist freezing inches from Starlight’s door as he worked up the courage to knock.
Finding said courage with a loud exhale, all the little dragon could do was stand there and wait. Oh, what if she was taking a nap and he disturbed her? What if she was out gallivanting around with Trixie?
His unfounded, worried fears came to a sudden end as Starlight’s door swung open, the aforementioned mare gazing around at pony eye-level with a quizzical expression before a glance downward caused her to flinch back and rub her hoof in embarrassed surprise.
“Oh, Spike! Didn’t see you there for a second. What’s on your mind?” The mare asked happily upon recognizing her good friend, though her expression soured into concern the longer she looked at him.
The blushing, stammering, and utter failure to communicate spoke volumes more than the nothing he was capable of saying just then, and the mare rested one of her hooves on his shoulder in a steadying, reassuring gesture. Glancing back and forth down the hall to ensure a lack of prying eyes, she stepped back and swung her door open further in her magical grip while guiding Spike inward with her hoof.
“I think I’ve got a pretty good idea what’s on your mind, Spike. Is this...about Rarity? Did something...bad, happen between you two?” She asked with intense worry, becoming more concerned the longer the dragon stayed silent.
“Oh, no, nothing like that! At least, I don’t think Rarity’s got anything to do with it…” Spike trailed off, before sighing tiredly as his shoulders sagged. “It’s...about someone else. Um, a guy. I think I’m…umm…”
His blush intensified as he found himself at a loss for words once more. Starlight mentally reeled in shock a bit at the revelation, but did her best not to completely lose it - breathe in, breathe out. “W-well! This is quite the...surprise, Spike!” She stuttered, inwardly cursing herself at the chink in her “guidance counselor” armor. It was tough to remain stoic when somecreature threw a curveball like that in her face, though!
“Uh, not a bad one, I hope…” Spike replied weakly, starting to curl in on himself a bit.
“Oh, Spike, no! I think it’s wonderful that you’re discovering this side of yourself and trying your best to accept it - a healthy head is a healthy heart, and vice-versa! Little “guidance counselor” catchphrase, there. Don’t steal it, eh?” She ribbed good-naturedly, attempting to break Spike out of his nervous funk with a bit of comedy - and it worked, considering the dragon did chuckle a little at her response.
“Heh… But I...I still like Rarity, too. Is that...okay? For me to like Rarity, and a guy?” He asked, gazing into Starlight’s eyes as if expecting to find the answer to his troubles within them.
Fortunately, she did have a solution. “Oh, Spike…” She moaned empathetically, hugging the little dragon close to her chest. Twilight might’ve been his mother-figure, but Starlight understood perfectly why Spike wouldn’t come to her with something like this - the Princess of Friendship, as nice as she was, was both invasively curious and a control freak. Not a good combination with delicate emotional issues.
“Of course it’s okay. There are plenty of creatures both inside and outside Equestria, just like you. It’s called bisexuality, and there’s nothing wrong with it at all. Don’t let anycreature tell you differently, either.” Starlight explained comfortingly, running her hoof along Spike’s head-fringe as a calming gesture.
“Wh...what should I do about it?” Spike asked hesitantly, still not fully confident in Starlight’s advice. Gently separating herself from Spike’s embrace, she crouched down to give him advice at eye-level.
“Weeellll...if you think he might like you back...then what I would do is something...spontaneous. Something to really surprise him! Take life by the horns, Spike, dive into this new side of yourself and see if it’s really the right fit for you. And besides...me and the rest of the girls are going out for the next couple days on another adventure.” With a wink and a nudge to punctuate her statement, she caused Spike’s face to light up with a riotous blush at what she said next. “Go get ‘im, lover boy! And be sure to tell me all the steamy details when I get back~...”
The wide-eyed dragon wasn’t sure what to think, but Starlight’s words had finally sparked a burst of confidence within him. Adrenaline surged through his veins as his resolve built to a fever pitch, and he quickly thanked Starlight with a deep but brief hug before sprinting down the hall to do just what the mare had advised - find the human and surprise him with his feelings.
The last few embers of fire that Starlight had stoked in his belly during their talk two days prior were nearly snuffed out the moment he laid eyes on the sleeping human. His legs felt like jelly as he took more and more steps into the room.
His heart almost felt ready to shatter, watching that human twitch and tremble on his tiny cot. They’d found him in this world, helped him maneuver in it, learned so much from his example - and his struggles.
But this - this - was the once affliction they couldn’t allay? After stopping the Cutie Pox, love potions, and library-wrecking centaur tyrants alike, this was their impassable barrier?
It was worse for the assistant dragon, as well: Spike had seen Nurse Redheart’s maddeningly inconclusive persons on the poor sap’s condition. He’d seen belabored, helpless looks in his best friend Twilight’s eyes as she poured over notes and ledges to help him endure. He’d heard of the clikclikcliks punctuating the long nights his beloved Rarity had fussed over sewing machines to swathe him in luxurious silk during the downtime.
For Spike though, his generous streak - and oh, how he’d loved that Rarity had coined that phrase for him during his out-of-body experience with the Fire Gem - would never splutter out. Right here, right now, his tiny hands clenched as he mulled over his options. Waking up the human wasn’t out of the question, no, but anything to relieve the pain was first and foremost.
A cold compress to help nurse away the sweat soaking his brow?
Softer covers, assuming the ones currently clenched in his hands didn’t tear in his grip first?
Maybe even a face-mask to keep from being awakened from the twin lights dancing under the covers, close to his cr-
Spike stopped immediately on the last thought. The blush that rocketed back onto his face would have made a casual observer think he’d never left the snowstorm.
Gulping slowly, Spike started back at the flickering glow building at that humans’ crotch. He was no fool - he knew exactly what was being lit up like a Hearth’s Warming tree there. And he also know that most of the times magical power built up in this towering prodigy’s body, it led to explosive results.
For everything around the human, mind.
Spike considered calling for Twilight - really, he did. The more he stared at those twin orbs of light. But the more he thought of it, the more that topic he’d attempted to distract Starlight with earlier today stuck in his mind like glue.
I… Well, Twilight found out that massaging the affected parts can stave off the big bangs.
Almost the second the thought popped in, the little dragon wanted to squash it. No way! No matter how much work the bed being nuked would make for them all in the middle of the night, no matter how… surprisingly large... those magic-brimming sacs looked, this couldn’t work! This theory was barely confirmed! He’d surely wake the human up! He probably wouldn’t even do a good job with how intoxicatingly musky they were...
As Trixie would say; go get him, loverboy.
Now Starlight’s past promptings were grinding into Spike’s mind. Again he tried to shove it away - Spike had flopped on even trying to speak to this amazing individual, this was madness. But again, his mind was busy rationalizing.
Surely, it would not be a stretch to see if he could keep it from overtaking this wonderful human right now? It’d be a bit awkward, but - They both knew the fallout if he didn’t. Running to Twilight might take too much time, waking him up would bear the same time issue.
Just a peek would be enough. Yeah. That would be enough. To see if it was worth the effort.
One flip of the bottom edge of the covers, and Spike almost passed out at the glorious sight.
Apparently, the heat and magical buildup had gotten to the human, because he was diamond-hard under those crimson silk sheets.Spike was almost certain that appetizing cock was half as long as he was tall, and the human’s fitful turning made for quite the hypnotic sight.
Spike cursed himself at how loud the smacking of his lips resounded in the room. Thankfully, the noise brought some good sense back, allowing him to turn for the door again. Goodness, his plan was insane the more he thought of it. What if Twilight stumbled in on this? What if Rar-
But then his eyes locked on another sight, one that he’d later swear was tailor-made to ensure he’d never leave the room that night. With the rumpled covers framing that colossal fucklog perfectly, it only made the bead of cum swelling at its tip all the more prominent. It was literally like a gem in its own way- a pearl, waiting for somecreature to come scoop it up.
Spike didn’t even know when he was back in front of the human. But the hearty warmth of that fellow assistant’s member as he cupped it filled him with a glee not known since childhood. That pink, fleshy cannon was now rigid to the touch. The burbling white at its tip now too pungent - and inviting - to leave there.
Just like the human himself.
Spike’s forked tongue speared that drop of pre like the last pea on a plate, and he slowly drew it into his maw. It was dewy, bittersweet - and tinged with just the slightest bit of electrical tang. Instantly Spike knew that the mana brewing within those two testes was no longer skin-deep.
And Spike was hooked from the first drop.
One one wayward glance was given to the still-slumbering human atop this bed before it dipped under the weight of Spike’s knees braced upon it. Lapping up another bead of glorious pre from that cock-tip, Spike craned that glorious tool until it was right at his lips. He was aware of a drop of pungent wetness dotting the mattress as he licked his lips, but didn't know - or care - whose dick it fell from. He was already going cross-eyed just ogling the size of the humans’ dick.
Throwing any further caution to the wind, Spike sucked up a deep breath and dove in.
His tongue and jaw swung like pendulums around that veiny cock, bathing it in saliva and scorching warmth with each sweep. Sloppy as his mouth was though, the rest of him remained rigid, barely making a single squeak of the covers. There would be no giveaway to his dickbathing duties.
That is, thought Spike as his slurping slathered trails of saliva on the human’s taut thighs, if I don’t haul him off the bed with these slurps.
But Spike couldn’t help it. Every salted drop of sperm he drank seemed to tunnel his mind further; every hastily sucked-up breath of cock-musk seemed to drown him in pleasure. It was almost as addicting a high as the haul he got on his birthday - only it didn’t leave him frightened on the inside. On the contrary, the taste was heaven on his mouth.
So much so that Spike took another dare and started impaling himself on the cock before him. His throat rippled, his eyes watered and his smile curled around the succulent length. Pleasure he didn't’ even think was possible surged through him.
He almost forgot to recheck the human’s eyes, to ensure they were still closed. But the soft pants that wondrously tall being uttered made him do it in a hurry. Being rooted on the mans’ cumstack as he was, the thrill of him nearly being exposed was like electricity through the veins.
Spike’s cock jumped at the thought, in a way he’d dope-smack himself for in any other scenario.
But Spike didn’t stop. The creaminess and tang of the humans’ seed was lathering his throat and tongue. Rampaging zebras couldn’t stop him now (Zecora notwithstanding.) Even now he could feel the gurgling noises welling in his gullet as he deepthroated the human harder. And above him, the mewls and hums of the somehow-still-slumbering human beneath him made Spike drool even more.
And stiff as the human was around Spike's gaping mouth, climax was closing in on him faster than a speeding Spitfire.
At that point, with his maw stuffed with meat and his brain drowning in bliss, Spike dove for a different target. His saliva-soaked hand, still nurturing the human’s glowing testes, trailed up his own scaly body. The second that two of his claws rubbed around the puckered ring of muscle beneath his tail, Spike moaned wantonly. Within seconds, that dockhole was as sopping wet as his other one.
It was near-impossible to tell what was good news and bad at the series of events that transpired. Whatever restraint the human had down below erupted right down Spike’s waiting throat as he came down the dragon’s throat. Whatever threat the magical buildup in the human’s crotch held ebbed away as fast as the light did, Spike’s cheeks now puffed out with that same glow.
And the first thought to return to Spike’s head as the heat abated was: Did I… just trade one problem for another?
Indeed, there was still a friendship problem in need of a solution. The human was safe now, and thankfully still asleep - something had to be in this cum that kept him under. But Spike figured swallowing it down wasn’t an issue. After all, enough of it was already in his stomach, and this treat was too tasty to keep away long. In for a pearl, in for a pound.
Streams of virile spunk seeped from Spike’s lips as he stood up, his stomach merrily rumbling. It took him a half-second to realize what was creeping up on him, but Spike’s eyes widened in alarm nonetheless. Unfortunately, so did his maw, as the loudest burp he’d ever heard erupted from it like a cannon shot.
At this point, Spike’s pounding heart actually slowed in relief when the human jumped up from his bed, simply because sleeping through something that loud might actually be a problem. In a tangle of red silk and messy black locks, Spike was suddenly in the spotlights of Twilight's new assistant. The power of that gaze, even surprised as it was, made Spike’s insides throb.
“S-Spike! What are you doing he-oh. Oh.” His eyes slowly swept down to the very damp spot under his rump. Then to the powerful musk of sex in the air. Then the unmistakable trails of white dotting Spike’s chin. “Oh.”
Spike’s stomach, despite how swollen it was, still felt like it was dropping into his toes. “Yeah.” he breathed out. “I’ mean, look, there was this magical buildup from before and it was near your-”
Buit the human’s eyes were already going toward another target now - the purple sparks shooting from Spike’s cum-dripping mouth. That was definitely familiar. “Wait, so it sprang up…” After a cursory look at his exposed, soaked crotch - and batting away the idle thought of why he wasn’t covering up - something clicked inside his mind. “I… well, thanks.”
“I mean, if this wasn’t what you-”
“You’re fine.” Somehow, staring at the stammering face of a fellow assistant whose jaw was soaked with your sperm in your sleep helped defuse the situation. “Really.. I mean, I should apologize - I’m positive you’re a bit young to-”
“Guarantee you I’m not.” Spike’s eyes narrowed. “In fact, Star telling me your age was… kinda when I knew mine was the same. This just… fell together after that.”
“You talked to-” Slowly, one of the human’s palms tracked down his face. “Right. Sorry. Coulda guessed. “Gonna expect that she’s about to jump out of the closet and surprise me?”
“Gonna guess no.” Spike said. “Besides, most of the others are gone for right now. Just us.”
The human sighed. “Good call. Still, though…” A short, heavy chuckle reputed from the humans’ lips. “You and me, the same age…”
Spike couldn’t help but join in the chuckling seconds after, his wings flitting out as his body shook in relief. The absurdity of the scene before them was going to find some way to come out, and it did in their rich pearls of laughter.
Laughter that broke in one case when Spike suddenly went into a shudder that nearly made the human leap from his bed. It sounded like a loud zinging noise, starling from the dragon’s tail and going right through his back. “You okay?” the human shouted.
“I-I think so.” Spike’s voice came as a tremble. “It’s like every muscle in my body is tensing, but in a good way.-oh!” Before her could finish, Spike hunched forward, his wings suddenly swelling to thrice their hormonal size. Then his torso and and shoulders bulged out to join them, fillion out with sharp-cut - and delectable - muscle.
Frozen to the stop, the human could only watch as Spikes ne metamorphosis shot him up. The glow overtaking the dragon’s body swelled out with his newfound muscle, until the white silhouette was well over his perch on the bed. Yeti, every sincel shift and ripple of scales only filled him out more, giving him the look of a well-trained bodybuilder.
The second the light ebbed away at last, Spike was packed - and quite imposing to boot. He was definitely the human’s height now, and they’d nearly had to redo the Castle of Firenship’s doors to accommodate him. And Spike’s powerful frame certainly dwarfed the human’s - especially in the lower ends, as his dick flopped between his taut thighs like a third leg.
However, Spike’s pose and tone of voice was still uneasy and timid as he addressed his fellow assistant. “No. Way...” he gasped.
“Yes, way… the human called back, hoping that Spike would see him stroking his chin as just being deep in thought rather than catching his drool. Spike was… devastatingly ripped now. Almost as hot as his partner’s breath was as the human studied the new form Spike had taken.
Especially considering the new digits the dragon had gotten. “This is so cool!” Spike said, marveling over his new hands. Talons flashed back and forth as he flexed and fanned his fingers out. “Good thing for the muscles too - I’ll need them to pry Lyra off me when she sees me now.”
The human nodded. “Yeah, that’s a hand fetishist’s bucket list if I ever saw it.”
“Bucket list? What’s that?”
“... nevermind. You can still walk, right?”
“I mean, I think so.” Spike took one cautious step, his wings twitching as he moved. Then another. “I’ve been big before, actually, so this isn’t that big a de-eeeeeeeeee~!”
This time it was the human’s reflexes that made their mark, letting him yank in his legs just as the burly dragon could squish them as he flopped onto the bed. It was a comical, dorky mess of purple limbs, but somehow… adorable too? Adorkable?
“Sahwe,” came Spike’s muffled apologies, suffocated by a maw full of damp covers.
“You’re cool.” The human finally placed a hand on Spike’s heaving shouder, originally to help him find his bearings. But seeing the shudder the dragon gave - and the breathy pant he let out - he suddenly found himself magnetized to Spike again.
“Oh,” came the stifled moan as Spike rose from the covers, his eyes dilating as he drank in the human. “That’s… pretty good.” Then he remembered just whose bed he was hopelessly ensnared in, and why. “Look, I’m sorry for everything-”
“Really, Spike, there’s no need to plead about all this.” the human stammered. “Like, even the suckign off; you were just doing what you needed to keep me safe!”
“Especially for -ah!- that, “ Spike’s grin grew rictal upon the humans’ palm rubbing along his back. “Kinda sprang that work-around on you. S’only -oh!- fair you get to return the favor.”
“I mean, that’d require you be asleep, wouldn’t it…?” And then all the air left the human’s lungs when he saw what the dragon meant. Spike, all six mouthwatering feet of Spike, was swinging himself onto the bed entirely. With farr more grace than before, his legs braced on either side of the prone human, and his tail flicked up. “Oh, sweet fuck.”
“Here’s… hoping you do,” Spike gasped, before he gulped again. “I. kinda realized just how you’ve looked at me since I got… well, all of this.” Two of his fingers tugged at his lip thoughtfully. “It feels really good knowing you’re okay.” Those fingers suddenly slipped into Spike’s toothy maw, before being popped back out, wet and shiny. “And it’s even more okay that you think I look good.”
The human felt he’d die if he didn’t do something about the stifling, sensual heat that Spike seemed to give off. Even offering himself to “Spike”.
“And before… whatever this is fades away, if it even does - well,I want to try ‘it’ at least once.” Spike said, his voice tapering into a lowly hiss as his wet fingers trailed around his puckered plothole. “With you, , if you’re game.” And his fingers slowly dipped in and out of his hole, the ripples dancing in the candlelight like a frozen flower.
At the sight of that inviging ring of muscle, however the humans’ resolve wilted. Spike was literally giving him the greatest Hearth’s Warming Eve gift ever. It was something so intimate and priciosu - and the fact that this tendon-thick titan was willing to be so submissive for it?
Only one obstruction remained before the humain could claim this wonderful companion.
“You’re sure that Rarity or Twilight won’t-?”
“Oh, believe me, I’m gonna try for it,” Spike muttered, his finger digging deeper.. “But -ohshit!- before I risk hurting anyone in this state, especially you - I wanna know how it is from the other side. Now that I know I can take it.”
Take him.
Take Spike.
At that point, the last string of sanity snapped for the human. “Well then…” purred the human, aligning himself so he met Spike crotch-to-rump. “Thank you. And happy Hearth's Warming.”
“Yeah, y-you too-fuck!” And with that, the bulb of the human’s cock was leveled at his plot and plugged in. A wonderfully lewd squelching sound followed, making the dragon shiver luridly.
The second that bulb popped in, the human threw his head back, a silent wail building his jaw. “You good?” he asked Spike, his voice finally returning.
Spike however barely even grunted. His fingers twitching as they trailed along the length of the fucklog stuck in him betrayed his anticipation. “S’weird, a little. But I’m fine.” This throat bobbed as he looked back, a doe-eyed expression even shock didn’t fully explain. “Keep going.”
Slowly, the human obliged him,after a brief nod. Inch after inch of throbbing manhood lodged itself deeper in that puckered plot. The second the human was nearly rooted, he gave a wary look back to Spike. His arms that had braced against the mattress had buckled, the dragon’s head almost buried in the covers again as he moaned.
“So good. So deep, toooo,” he gasped, his voice becoming husky with lust.. “C’mon, let’s goo…”
The human bit back a cheeky ‘so impatient!’ at that. His hand however was far less restrained, playbully batting against Spike’s rump. After the dragon’s squeaks picked up, his head just far above the covers for the human to see his tongue lolling, his fuckbuddy started pulling out.
That ramrod’s retreat made Spike’s squeaking turn into needy whining - and then an ember-spitting moan as the human plunged back in. Their skin slapped eagerly against one another’s, their twin cities growing even more feverish.
The human, upon his next thrust, nipped along Spike’s sweat-strewn neck. From this angle, he truly had the best of both worlds - the delectable heat pouring off the bulky dragon’s body was soothed with every flap of his bed-spanning wings.
“Beautiful...” murmured the human, his thrusts into the wailing assistant growing more rapid and rough by the second. At a certain point, his jackhammering into Spike was so rapid he started drooling too, clutching the dragon to his body so as not to hurt him. And yet, every harsher thrust served to rip more rapturous cries from Spike, his tail beating gleefully on the pillows.
One apparently errant tailwhip tore a pillow next to them, sending feathers billowing over their bucking bodies. One of the human’s hands roamed further over Spikes’ fleign back, clearing it of plush down and slick sweat with every swipe. The other viciously gripped Spike’s flopping member, leaking pre with every pump.
For the human, he never wanted to stop. Even with Spike’s hearty moans telling him that the spongy pack of nerves he’d brushed against was definitely Spike’s prostate, he longed to pound out the next shout. Even when he was sure he could fuck Spike no deeper, a smaller, more feral part of him wanted to grind in against that ass, to hold off the incoming orgasm. And with every slick plaplaplaps fromtheir joined privates, the urge to further claim this wonderful muscle-bound dragon grew.
Eventually, that desire hit his breaking point. Lunging onto Spike’s sinewy back - and reveling in the cries of “Moremoreohfuckmooorrre...” from Spike as he did - he calmly bit into the scaly neck. Spike’s hips, once still for the humans’ relentless pistons, finally snapped back into that drilling dick as he wantonly shrieked. The human’s hand on Spike’s dick sped up too, the smacks of flesh now almost deafening.
Within a second, both dragon and dickdriver were screaming to high heaven, the shared climaxes hitting like a pair of Friendship Expresses. Gouts of pearly spunk burst from Spike and the human’s dicks in tandem, growing into a messy pool behealt their tangled legs. Massaging those tight globes of Spikes’s ass brought a smile to the humans’ face as his cock spurted further.
The second Spike’s insides were gooey enough - and the mighty jets of seed packing it out starting winding down - the human finally loosened his bite on Spike’s neck. Limply falling toward Spike’s side, his softening member flopped out with him. The heat was so intense, so engulfing, that he hadn’t known how much this furious romp had taken out of him.
Well, until his muscles screamed upon impact with the soaked sheets. “Ooooohhhhhh!” he wailed, curling in from the oppressive cold.
In an instance though ,that wondrous warmth was back again, as Spike shot out an arm and leg to wrap around him, pulling him close to the dragon. “Don’t worry…” he panted, his breath spicy and thrilling as it washed over the human’s face. “You were…. Perfect. I’ve got you…”
The human also melted at the sight of Spike. So strong- so large, so freshly-fucked… and yet still so sensitive. It was a sight for sore, Earth-wearied eyes. “Thanks, Spike. Thank you.”
“It’s nothing. “ Spike's pants came heavier now. “Think we can… handle the rest tomorrow.”
If only Spike’s eyes were as easy to handle. Alas, they were so heavy - first from the delightful rutting this human had given him, then from the dreamy look in the human’s eyes. More and more time passed between each blink and soo, Spike was lazily tracing circles into the already slumbering human’s cheeks as he snoozed. If he’d said something, Spike had missed it.
Touching foreheads to that human, Spike let that familiar abyss claim him thoughts too.
When Spike’s eyes came back from that eerily dreamless slumber, his claws flexing around empty space on the bed. Most of it was still thick with feathers, though - a testament to just how destructive their sex had been.
“Right, gonna tackle that first-” He said to steady himself as he rolled over the bed.
And nearly fell into another tangle of limbs on the floor, having forgotten that he was still tall enough to not need to take that blind leap. “Owie…” Spike hissed, rubbing at his stubbed knees. “Sorry about that, the center of gravity’s still giving me some troubles…”
Only silence greeted his talking as he looked around .Despite the human’s proclivity for it, he wasn’t within earshot in the room - or in it at all, despite the sunlight just barely painting the room. That wasn’t like the human at all.
Scratching his brow, he made to leave the room, swerving his head to keep it from banging on the top of the bed’s endrest.
Wait, Spike thought. The top of my head only comes up to-?
Then Spike noticed just how fast he was shrinking. He hiccupped lightly as his body shuddered, purple lighting arcing form his body and disappearing muscle with each flash. In seconds, he was his love bite-sized self, though far more spry and jumpy.
“What a rush,” he stammered, finally setting out again with a fess visible stagger in his step than when he was a giant. It was familiar to him, and yet… fledging. He’d finally know what it felt like to be big and brawny, and the thrill was addicting.
Especially considering what such imposing might had gotten him last night.
And speaking of the imposing, there was the human at the kitchen’s island, sporting an apron and a bushy grin as the dragon approached.
“H’lo, sunshine. Decided I owed you a good breakfast today.” Indeed, a frying pan was giving off a sparkle from the bed of wonderfully cooked vegetables beside him. “Couldn’t find the gem-stash at first, so I’m going with mushrooms and leeks. That good?”
Spike shook his head. “For once… I don’t think I’m hungry.“ Even though the aroma from the cooking vegetables was soaring to make him reconsider such a refusal.
“Really? Not certain what could have filled out since yesterday, except-” Then the humans’ eyes narrowed playfully. “Nice try, Spike. You're getting something heart-healthy in you today, too.”
Spike wearily shook his head plopping himself onto a nearby stool as the human turned back to the stove. “Guess I can’t stop ya.”
“Speaking of, I noticed that your growth spurt waned off,” the human drawled. “Guess you were telling the truth about the magic overload.”
“Guess I was.”
“Pity. Seems like Twilight’s gonna need a good cover story for how that once-off hap-” And then the stiffened pose of the human caught Spikes attention again. When the human spoke again, his voice was low, and slightly dreading. “Well, twice-off, now.”
Without even looking, the telltale glow glinted into Spike’s eyes, letting him know of just what had occurred. And considering he was at just the right level with the human to find out where in the human it was happening, a small smirk sprouted on his face.
“On the other claw, I think you’re right about me eating in today,” teased the dragon. “Maybe your friendly neighborhood Spikey could get a little top-off to start the morning?”
