Author's Note

The chapter Title is a reference. "Referenc to what?" You ask.

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[30] Check His Hours

"Something smells good," Spike said from his chair at the end of the dining room table, sniffing the air. "And it isn't my diamond-dusted bacon."

"What dost thou smell, mine dearest Spike?" Bound asked, sitting on a square rug on the floor at the other end of the table.

"It..." He sniffed. "...It smells like..." He sniffed again. "...I have no idea. But! I know where it's coming from!"

"Do tell," Bound said.

"It's coming from..." He closed his eyes and sniffed in multiple directions, narrowing down in one direction.

"That way!" He exclaimed as he pointed in the direction he was facing, then opened his eyes.

"I smelleth good?" Bound asked, placing a paw on his chest for a moment. "Why thank ye, dearest."

"You always smell good," Spike told the wolf, lowering his arm. "But this is different from your usual smell." He sniffed a couple more times, a light red tint appearing on his cheeks. "This weird smell is making me act up for some reason, too."

"Act up?" Bound questioned.

"I'm down bad for that smell," Spike said, moving his hands to cover something beneath the table.

"Down... bad?" Bound slowly repeated, tilting his head.

"It's making me horny, okay?" Spike explained as his blush deepened and he glanced away.

"Ah." Bound nodded. "Understandeth ye now, I do."

"Wuh-Why is that smell making me horny?" Spike stuttered, his cheeks ablaze.

"Thy see, mine dearest, whence mine body wants to mate, t'will emanate a thick musk from mine crotch." He spread his legs slightly, fanning the air around his crotch with a paw to make it spread. "'tis this stench thy nose smells, and 'tis this stench thy crotch enjoys verily."

"That sounds like it should only work on girls," Spike said.

"'Tis too simple a stench to discriminate," Bound answered.

"If it's too simple, why does it make me get all bricked up?" Spike questioned, glancing at the wolf.

"Thy bringeth up a fair point, dearest," Bound told him. "Such a stench should only signal my being ready to mate, but methinks that being a wolf Deity with a libido larger than the sun hath made mine stench lure in any being sentient enough to mate."

"...You're a deity?" Spike asked, looking at Bound with a confused expression.

"Aye," Bound confirmed with a nod. "'Twas born by the Elements of Harmony, on the dawn of the first species to begin living on land, and art cursed to forever walk Equus."

"How is being immortal a curse?" Spike asked.

"'Tis a conversation for another time," Bound dismissed. "Let us return to discussing how mine stench makes ye... bricked up."

"Oh." Spike felt a wave of horniness at the mention of the smell. "Okay."

"If thy wish, we may finish Twilight's morning meal and discuss this in a more comfortable space."

"Yeah," Spike said, looking back at his food. "Yeah, let's try that."

With a nod, Bound returned to eating Twilight's special dish –Sunflower, ham, and chicken salad– from his custom dog bowl on the table.

Spike picked at his food, occasionally glancing up at the wolf.

“Thou art not eating," Bound commented after raising his head and licking his lips. “Art thou distracted by mine crotch’s stench, dearest?”

“N-No, I'm just… full," the little drake mumbled.

“Nonsense. Thou art eating thy favorite food, which Miss Twilight cooks specifically because thee will always eat it all."

“Well, this time I can't eat all, because I'm full,” Spike stated.

“Thy hath told me before that even if thou were full, thy would still eat all because it is so delicious.”

Spike stayed silent.

“Spike, my dearest," Bound started softly. “Mine crotch is always available, should thee desire to explore it.”

Spike glanced at him, then after a moment, climbed under the table. Bound smiled, raising his forelegs and laying them on the table to give him easier access. Bound gazed at the once occupied chair as he heard Spike scuffle across the crystal floor, stopping in front of him as he felt the small dragon’s hot breaths upon his erect rod, making it throb.

Soon, he felt his small claws wrap around his sheath under his knot, holding his cock in place as he slowly drug his tongue from his knot all the way to the tip, then suddenly shoved his mouth down his red rocket, making Bound gasp and start wagging his tail as Spike’s lips bumped against the knot.

Bound rested his head on the table, closing his eyes as he felt the dragon's small throat hug his shaft. Quickly, Spike cupped each of Bound’s balls with a hand, fondling them as his head began bobbing halfway up and back down, rotating constantly with loud slurps.

“Spike…" Bound breathed, thrusting up lightly each time the drake went down. “Ye art… Surprisingly proficient at sucking cock…”

Spike merely gave a long hum in response, vibrating his cock pleasurably as he sped up, one hand leaving the wolf’s nuts to wrap around his pair of erections, barely able to fit them in his hand as he rapidly jerked himself off.

After only a few minutes, Bound’s light thrusts suddenly grew in speed and intensity, and before Spike could react, a rope of Bound’s seed was blasted into his belly. Spike quickly lifted himself off, sealowing another rope before the cock left his mouth with a pop. The hand on his balls quickly grabbed Bound’s cock and began rapidly stroking it, just barely not fitting around it as it ejected rope after rope of hot and thick seed all over his closed eyes, face, and into his open mouth.

After around half a minute, Spike’s face was absolutely dripping with Bound’s white love, and shortly after Bound was finished, he grunted and orgasmed himself, his hips thrusting forward with each spurt of his cum that splattered on Bound’s testicles.

“Your cum tastes good, Bound!" a panting Spike chirped, slurping up and swallowing and cum on his face he could reach with his tongue.

“I… I never expected thou to be so experienced,” Bound panted.

“When me and Big Mac get together, we don't exclusively play Ogres and Oubliettes,” Spike explained, using both hands to wipe cum off his scales before licking it up a Bound's cock softened and retreated back into his sheath.

“No wonder thy did not gag," Bound mumbled to himself.