~ II ~

Leading Him Through It

Twilight became aware that her head was hanging back, unleashing a call that had not been released for very long, the levels of growing frustration leading her, slowly, in the territory to kill. Her shoulders slumped and her body deflated before she could move to kill.

"Seeeeriously?"

The poor boy was still wrapped around the beam as though it would protect him from the rising current of something... far too metaphorical for her mind. Twilight couldn't help but huff as he collapsed backward. Spread over the cushion as mane rested over her eyes.

"I-I'm not anymore proud of it than you are! H-How do you think it feels to be the guy afraid of sex? Too busy shivering when a warm coat brushes over you." The developing depth to his voice and tone, suddenly, had been replaced by the squeaks of the kid still buried inside. "I thought I could get over it for you! That if all of this contact didn't matter that... that... that it would go back to being like before!"

Twilight blinked, looking to the ceiling of the banister. The sauna inside her mind, cleared, allowing room to think. The dragon, trying to woo tail ever since he was a child, was now afraid of getting his wish? When the heck did all of that start?

"I don't get this. Spike! You've never had trouble sharing hugs or taking kisses on the cheek before." Her repeatedly blinking eyes searched the past for further clues on the matter. Several late nights and sticky books came to mind. "Heck! I've even walked in on you a few times—"

"D-Doing something w-we agreed to n-never talk about again! Past stays in the past!"

"Augh! Fine! Point is you've never had problems with mares in the past!"

"Because I was never close with mares back then!"

"Are you seriously saying you didn't feel close to the girls and me back then?"

"N-Not that kind of close Twilight! Just the kind of close that's, y'know, r-romantic." His heavy breaths tried to stabilize his voice. He still sounded so much like a kid. Unlike the grown dragon that had returned to her earlier in the day. "Where you're actually developing something with a mare. Where the hugs and the kisses mean something more. A-Actually sharing body heat. D-Doing... doing..."

"Are you shivering?"

"It's c-cold."

"The window's shut."

"N-No, it's not."

"You can cuddle up with me for w-warmth."

"T-Twilight!"

Twilight was zapped from the mood in the slice of a cut across the shape of his voice. Forced to blink at the wound dealt to the dragon. He was sincere. Actually in panic and pain due to the subject of the conversation.

"O-Oh Spike. I'm... I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to tease you! Just... never knew about this is all." She scooted back on the bed and propped herself on the pillows again, not in a fashion to be serviced, but rather, to be comfortable. "Tell me more about this."

Had that been too much of an ask? Hard to worry as fires bit at her lower lips. Her thighs rubbed against them. It would hold her off. And release more of her want into the air.

I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.

"What else is there more to say? My body freezes up in actually getting with a mare." Spike's voice seemed calmer now as he peeled from the beam and crawled across the bed, around her, no doubt catching her smell... but making no mention of it. "In thinking about them and... enjoying them on the page? No sweat and no problem."

Twilight's head rolled on the pillows as he crashed into the bunch next to her. Least a foot separating them. His thigh didn't dare to be anywhere close to her tail. Part of her hurt at that. Though it wasn't due to her at least. "But actual intimacy?"

The dragon pretended to croak. Rocking violently in the bed with a claw outreached above. Then it fell over his heart. Draped across it. Her assistant, confirmed dead, as his tongue toiled out of the corner of his mouth. "Psst. That's the killer word."

Twilight smiled and rolled her eyes, and adjusted herself on the pillows. "Corpses aren't supposed to talk."

"That's because I'm a ghost now." He lurched forward and spread out his arms. "Boooo!"

"Will a kiss bring you back to life?"

He crashed back into the soft mountain. "Nah. It'll just kill me twice."

Twilight's eyes flickered. "Double death?"

"It's unique to dragons—you wouldn't know about it."

"Like how I didn't know about your aversion to mares?"

"Not mares! Really do like mares! Maybe cause it's like them so much that I'm so averse."

"You're starting to lose the ball again, Spike."

"Sorry." It was hard to see him in the dark as his scales merged with the shade of the night. He breathed in and out. His head rolled over to see her, and now, the glow of his eyes illuminated his snout. "About this."

"It's okay."

It was not, actually, okay.

Both of the two lying back on the same bed, a foot apart, with the smell of sex in the air.

The aroma still lifted from between her legs, and the change of mood did nothing to dispel what had been building since dinner. Not even a shower could please the deep teasing inside of her. That clenching on nothing. Licking of lava over thin lips. Little flicks of the hips to feel the thump of her rump on the bed.

S-Stop. Please. Stop being so desperate, please!

"S-So, what is your fear, exactly? And... can you pretend I asked that question a whole lot better?"

Spike chuckled at that in sinking the back of his head into the cushions. "Asked it perfectly, Twi. But the truth is that I couldn't tell you. Spent my whole life chasing after the same mare. Imagining everything that could happen. Dates and what happened afterward. Every fancy and fantasy a boy could dream up."

Twilight rolled her head back to him. "And?"

He rolled his as well as the two looked into the eyes of each other.

"And I spent all that time inside a dream-world where everything was safe because nothing actually happened." His mouth opened, and his snout twitched away though his eyes remained locked on her. "It was always a fantasy me, y'know? Always a fantasy her. It was a fantasy everything!"

He exploded in breath as the tight broadness of his chest started to rise and dip. "N-Never actually thought... a-anything would happen. It all seemed locked away in a different world. So I never prepared for anything like that. When it all would become—"

"Real?"

Spike nodded with a sad expression. "Yeah. Real. Something about that terrifies me."

"And is that why you can flirt so easily? Because you don't think it'll actually go somewhere—that it'll actually mean something?"

He chuckled. "No different from our usual gags. Things never changed between us. So I... I could joke and suggest and... oh Celestia... I'm nothing like the dragon that I pretend to be."

Twilight sighed in relief. "You don't have to worry about that, Spike. None of us are who we really say we are—only doing our best to be." She looked over at him with a smile born with the hope of relaxing him. "Like you wanting to help me, no matter what, to the point of this."

He looked back with bunched lips and tired eyes and the slow nods that were supposed to acknowledge something. "And I still want to help you."

"Think you can?"

"Think I'll... just have to get over myself."

"You shouldn't be forcing yourself for me."

"Yet I want to."

"Am I that good-looking?"

"Oh, hush."

Twilight's giggles were a rising chorus that broke in a snort that tickled her funny. She looked across the lavender roll of her belly and to the thickly thighs ground together. Slowly they spread. Deciding to take a chance in all of this. "Then let's try this again. Slowly this time. I can take the lead."

The pounding of his heart was audible. "A-And I?"

"Just have to follow what I say and do and see what happens from there." She leaned forward and came to rest on her rump, turning to him, as the dragon did the same, the two friends, since childhood, sitting before each on the center of the bed. "You've never been with a mare before. It's understandable why intimacy scares you. But don't you worry. We should be able to solve that."

Laughing at his pained expressions was a guilty pleasure as Spike deflated. "N-Not sure it's one of those problems you just solve."

"It is! On the surface, at least." Twilight laid her hooves on her thighs, the dragon doing the same on his own, nervous where this was leading to—but trusting in his guide. His eyes still glowed in the darkness. "New things are scary! Especially when you're supposed to be good at them right off the bat."

Twilight's head jumped from side to side as logical progression stole her mind.

"Then there's that whole psychological thing of how a mare is judging your worth as a guy or even how much of a guy you are and—"

"T-Twilight?" Spike wheezed. "Trying to not guide me into a panic attack, remember?"

"Oh right! Yes! D-Don't worry! Even if you don't have all the tools to pleasure a girl—"

Spike's expression of sadness was a breed of many branches. “Twilight please.”

"—at least your dick is probably big!"

The dragon's head fell back enough that the rest of his body should have done the same from the weight. Twilight leaned forward and grabbed him at the waist, pulling him back, chuckling out the fear. "O-Or it isn't! But it's more about your dick! You have a tongue too! And that's long. Kinda thin."

"Just kill me already."

Twilight tapped a hoof to her chin in leaning back. "Is none of this helpful? I thought this was supposed to be helping?"

"Oh dear Celestia."

"Okay! Enough about that! No worries about how well you perform! I won't judge you any differently no matter how poorly you do."

"CELESTIA CAST LIGHTING ON ME NOW!"

"Spike! Your voice! Tone it down!" Celestia she was awful at this. Spike was worried being with a mare because of the implication buried within intimacy. That, and a lack of familiarity. He'd never gotten that close with a girl. Never been experiencing that kind of relationship. Poor boy needed experienceto stop being so scared. "Here now. Let's calm this down. Start easy and slow. Come and grab my hoof now."

Spike's turned head cracked open an eye on her, seeing if this was a trap and, at her insistent nodding, looked to the foreleg as though it were a bomb. His claw inched toward it, hovering above the land of violet furs, its shadow gracing over her limb.

"Nice and easy now. You have nothing to be afraid of. Bodily contact is the first thing we need to get you over." Looking down at his claw sparked a feeling in her chest. It was big—yet slender. Firm in a form that was alluring. "Lay on it gently. Scoop it from the underside. Just hold me. Get used to holding me."

The digits twitched in the air but, with a sigh above, the claw went in. Landing atop her wrist with talons resting across it. Each sharp. But resting softly in the miniature furs. They rubbed a little at her skin. Scratching. Not meaning too—yet it caressed, causing the area to be felt.

His claw opened and closed, in little motions, unable to decide what it wanted to do. This was the first time he was holding her as a mare. The warmth of her coat meaning something different as it floated across his scales.

But there was something for Twilight as well. In feeling that claw twist as it collected the broadness of her hoof into the center of his palm. He lifted it. Thumb tracing over the rim of her in as the tip of the digit stroked through the fur and scratched at the skin.

It drew a breath from her. It was a heated one. Nearly composed of steam if the mind wasn't being funny. There was a flush of the same temperature throughout her now. So desperate to be touched by anyone. Feeling so deeply even though nothing was happening.

P-Please. Just leave it alone. Please, just for tonight: stop thinking.

It was nice. His claw working its way down her wrist. Closing around it, squeezing for a second, letting go and caressing the spot in rubbing the flat ends of his digits. It was strange to be felt like this. Limb explored. A foreleg much less. There wasn't anything sexual about it.

Though it was far from their ordinary.

"How are you doing so far?"

Spike hiccuped, and his movement did the same. She looked up to his face to see his set on his claw still. He broke the trance to the shattering of glass in glancing at her. "I'm... I'm alright, I think. S-Still can't believe I'm touching you. That... didn't sound right."

"Please don't worry about it."

He chuckled. "You feel really nice. Like, really nice. I've grabbed your hoof before. Dragged you off to something or another." He chuckled some more, the painful kind, chucked full of regret. "We've even held hooves and claws together a few times. Yet during all of those. I... I've... never taken a second to see how you feel."

"Me?" Twilight grinned up at him with a tilt of her head, feeling the cover of mane floating over the tops of her eyes while, at the sides of her face, a blush started to warm. She found a little confidence in this. Different from the kind held around the girls and dangerous foes. "Or mares in general?"

"Hehehe... dunno!" He was smiling again, one unable to keep, though fought to do so. "Need to feel up another mare to be sure. You have anyone else stored around here?"

"Would you look at that! Seems like pretend dragon isn't all that pretend." Twilight purred, leaning forward, unknown to the origin of this thrill, anxiety gone... due to feeling in charge. "It's your way of dealing with the uncomfortable. How cute! Rainbow Dash is usually up at this hour."

She leaned forward and breathed on his neck, turning away to hide her face, not from shame—but to tease him more. She could hear his rising breath. The worry developed into a sweat. This was on the line of being taken too far. "Maybe invite her to bed now. Then the three of us can have a—"

"You win! You win, you win! You win everything that there is to win in life!" His claw held her tightly, not uncomfortably, but needing its support. Twilight drew back and looked over at it. Head tilting at the view. Not used... to be held as so. "What are you... oh! M-My bad! H-Here."

His digits unwrapped from her wrist.

And her other hoof slammed on him to stop him from doing that.

"N-No that's good! You're holding me! Rather tightly too! Keep it like that."

Spike had leaned back, though kept his claw the same, coming to fall forward again. He nodded, and she let go. The embrace was held between them.

"So how does it feel? Still good, right?"

"Y-Yeah." Spike nodded with the words and breathed as he controlled his chest. "Usually, I would have bolted away. Didn't really expect... to hold you tighter. It was nice, though. Helped me, y'know, not lose myself."

"And that's a part of intimacy! Being close to someone feels good! Helps you get through rough moments."

"To the point, I need to hold you because of my fear of holding you?"

Another snort-chuckle from her. "L-Little bit ironic, huh?"

"No doubt."

Silence held between as the dragon kept his grip. It lessened in the coming seconds—not wanting to be too powerful. Yet discomfort rose at that. So much squish that desired to be squeezed. It was a strange feeling to Twilight. One that she tried to ignore.

"It seems like we've gotten over your fear of holding a mare at least—at least when it comes in terms to a starting intimacy." Twilight laid her other hoof on the claw, urging it to let go, which it did, before guiding it to her shoulders. "Remember. None of this means anything, Spike. Your worth as a dragon and all that isn't on the table. We're doing this purely for the experience, alright?"

Spike nodded once and felt the need to do it twice, which caused him to shiver in stupidity. "R-Right."

"You're not making any promises to me. None of what we do means anything. You've spent your life around mares—but never quite with one." Twilight smiled in feeling his palm rest over her shoulder, wobbling in the bliss of the weight behind it, how it pressed into her body. "If I had to guess—that seems to be the source of your problems. Maybe you're helping me... will help you out too!"

"M-Maybe." His other claw rested on her shoulder, able to hold her in place, not meaning to do so—the force behind his arms teased at. Easily he could push her back and pin her down, and there would be nothing she could do to escape the mass that was him. "So I feel down on you now? Like a doctor?"

That evoked the fluttering of eyes. "Well. Not quiiite. Ponies do sometimes play doctor! But it's not the kind of doctor you're thinking of."

That evoked the closing of his. "Out of all the girls I could have gone to, to teach me all this..."

"H-Hey! I take offence to that!" Twilight yelled. "What's wrong you were taught in the ways of mares by Twilight Sparkle?"

"Everything in that sentence, Twi."

“I'm going to kill you.”

"Killed by Twilight Sparkle has a better ring to it."

"Will you just go down already?"

"U-Uh..."

"DIFFERENT KIND OF DOWN YOU DORK!"

"Right right!Totally wasn't thinking the wrong thing, y'know, in this already perverted situation."

"I WILL make you go down there at this point!"

"Celestia, how these wouldn't be threats to anypony else."

"Celestia herself! Did I sound needy there?"

"Hey! This is my turn for a mental breakdown—you keep your worries until after we're done this."

"Just... move your claws down me already." Twilight wiggled her barrel to the thickness of the pudge that dressed her. Never could she be claimed to be fat. But she stacked, proportionally, all throughout. "Pretend you're giving a massage like usual. Just feel around me. Take your time if you have to."

His claws took to action instead of his mouth. Staring at her shoulders and doing down, feeling across the curve of her limbs to their ends, squeezing her hooves, pulling back to her barrel afterward. Slipping down her sides, sinking more into the fluff, the brushing of her coat sounding in the air.

Celestia, I'm on fire at this point. How hasn't he mentioned the smell yet? Too scared to? He's acting like it's not even there.

Twilight tried not to focus on that. Feeling the need to rub her thighs to put out the fires biting at her lips. Touching, however, did nothing now. Only rubbed and teased to what could be. Feeling herself undulate harder and tighter inside.

Everything went dark as she shut her eyes. Doing her best to focus on everything beyond the heat. Of the claws able to wrap over her sides, the start of her belly and the beginning of her back, unsure of when she would ever feel that kind of sensation again.

The girls before used to hold her. A couple of stallions felt across her at a party or whatever. But even now, her friends struggled to give hugs. She'd grown bigger as she did taller. It was doubtful even Cadance would be able to hold her well anymore.

But those claws? They were large, able to span the full curve of her waist, holding it and making it feel... held. Indeed the dragon might be the only, currently, to be able to hold her, to tuck her into him, to do a bunch of other things that normal stallions couldn't.

Is that irony? Both of us grew big enough for the other? Not that he ever thought that far ahead—or ever felt that way.

She moaned at the sudden feeling of his hold passing over her stomach, cupping it and spreading it around. Sinking into the pudge and the warmth and the softness of her belly. Sharp digits twitching at the skin to make her hoof tap into the mattress and barrel start to wiggle a little.

"Whoa! What's this? Weak spot?"

"Hey, hey! Watch what you're doing mister drake!" Twilight cracked open an eye with a faux look of annoyance. "You're supposed to get used to holding a mare—not finding out where she's ticklish! Careful with touching me too. You shouldn't be caressing my belly like that."

"Worried you're getting fat?"

"W-What! NO! A-Am I?"

"Better go in for a second feel—"

"DON'T YOU DARE!"

"What? Isn't this practice for—"

"MY TUMMY IS OFFICIALLY OFF LIMITS FOR YOU, MISTER!" Twilight crossed her hooves over her chest and turned away, pouting, hating the love she held for all of this. She couldn't escape him either. Letting his claws keep on her. "I swear. You're supposed to be struggling to touch me now. Why aren't you afraid?"

"I am afraid! Just... becoming a little less afraid now." She refused to look even as his claw left her waist and grabbed her hoof, able to do that much easier now, for one reason or another, pulling it to his chest. Through a smooth coating of scales, there, beat rapidly his heart across the surface. "See? Still petrified! Just doing better with it."

Twilight's anger dropped, but her pout did not. "Am I getting fat, though? Be honest with me."

"You're not getting fat—so you can cross off worry fifty-six." His claw left her hoof, though she kept it on his chest, while he returned to her hips. Rubbing across the curve in the realm that was safe. "And what you do have works perfectly on you. There's just so much to you that I want to grab and hold. It's like a tick at the back of the head that makes me want to squeeze you really tightly."

S-So he feels that way too?

"In a way that's not as creepy as I made it sound."

Twilight smiled. "I already said you don't have to worry about anything."

She then glanced down. "And look at you! Your claws feel delightful there."

"They do? I, uh, don't know what I'm doing." Indeed he peered at the happenings of his body as though they were happening outside of him. He chuckled, though, in keeping with them. "Just sort of a sense leading me on. Feels right. You feel really good too. Once more. No creepiness meant."

Twilight shook the mane out of her face as she looked at him better. Her eyes must have been gleaming because it took him for a surprise. His sharp muzzle above. How easily he could become still at the smallest things.

You really... must... not have gotten close to a mare...

"That's probably your dormant instincts coming in." Twilight's hoof swayed in the bottom of her view and, in looking down, saw it rubbing across his chest. Over the little islands of his pecs. Feeling the dense layer of muscle supplement by scales. "Even though you're probably afraid of them, their parts on a mare that you would like to feel. Maybe it's because you want to feel them that has you feeling so afraid in the first place."

Spike shook his head. "Even though I'm already allowed to?"

"Maybe you're scared it won't live up to your fantasy?"

"You already feel better than that—if the heat in my claw wasn't numbing all sensations there."

Twilight blushed at that. He'd given that answer without thinking. Being truthful. This isn't about you. This isn't about Twilight Sparkle. This is about you being a mare to him. Like any other. Don't be losing yourself in silly notions.

"Perhaps because it's actually real and happening? Everyone's nervous before their first kiss—it could be a bit of that."

Another shake of his head. "I never stopped being scared of kissing Rarity."

Twilight's gaze looked to the claws on her waist, rubbing across it, spreading the feeling of love over them. Her fluff and skin were already warm. Yet his claw rose a heat through the two. It reached more between her legs. "But how about this? You're nervous and rubbing me down there—but you haven't exactly dashed out of the room."

"Am I going to regret telling you that?"

"That wasn't me joking around."

His eyes clenched. "Guess I'm still scared around her... just not the kind that's insurmountable." He sighed and reached around to her back. Rubbing up, meshing the flab of her coat, then pulling down, kneading, in a rhythmical pace. "You already know that I'm a wimp. We've agreed to take this slow. A-And touching you... doesn't mean anything more—beyond what we'll end up doing."

That stung, and she winced, and her legs nearly closed. His mouth opened to produce no words except for his head to bow. He concentrated on her. Moonlight washed across the bed and dressed over their forms. His eyes glinted emerald in the white of the stars. He went lower on her.

Twilight's head tilted up with a swallow with a face, squeezing, at feeling his claws slide to her sides. Following the curve, in and out, barrel to hips, coming to cup the latter. His worried glance shot up from down on her.

"Am I... hurting you, Twi?"

Her shivering head shook. "N-No. J-Just... p-p-pleasure's a weird thing." She exhaled steam, and he did the same—except with smoke. "Too little of a good thing e-ends up hurting, somehow." That line reminded her of that wonderfully horrible date. "Please. Just keep touching me. Feel and squeeze anywhere. Be greedy with me."

Spike was breathing through his mouth, and the clouds of smoke did not stop. It was not from greed, of course, in how great it all felt. Rather it that—mixed with fear. How everything good scared him so. He was the most absurd creature to have ever lived.

"Think that's the first time I've ever heard you say that." Twilight looked over the edge of her snout down at him, who stared at her flanks, the bubble of purple, cushy and round, keeping her more than a few inches from the bed. She blushed hotter. "S-So... anywhere is okay?"

Her teeth tore into her upper-lip with a nod barely able to follow.

She felt his claws draw over her hips as his knees stepped back on the bed, a lean in the mattress and a squeak from the springs, as he settled in place, his claws having glossed over her flanks and cross over to the cylinders of her thighs.

Another whimper and warmth fluctuated up her throat in feeling her tail start to swish. Left and right, barely, on the sheets of the bed. Her musk fanned into the air. Powerful and dense. It exposed her. Wounded her. Revealed her shame, its deepest extent, in no way that could be hidden or denied.

But the dragon never made mention of it.

It soon made sense when she could see him further between her legs. Over by his crotch, peeking out, was his cock. Starting to enlarge and expand. Twilight blinked. A flurry of them. He was getting hard. Enough to reveal himself like her.

There was nothing more required of her. No talking or promises or anything. He was getting off to a scent of a mare. Her scent. Was it different from any other girl? Would he be different around any other girl?

Biologically? No.

But he never made it this far with Rarity.

Or anyone else.

Why did being special matter so much to her? She knew that it didn't make sense.

"Twilight?"

"Huh?" Twilight broke from her thoughts only to moan with a raised head at the sudden pressure at her legs. Looking across the smooth slope of her tender belly showed the dragon, poised before it, with his claws cupping close to her haunches. "Mhmm! T-That feels good, Spike."

Spike was looking at her with a happy, lost, and nearly hopeless expression. So lost in the dark, wandering around, in wherever he felt the light to be. He relied on her here. To know what was right or wrong, good or bad, not overall—but just to her.

"Is it weird to say... that I like your thighs?"

Twilight blushed, and her throat became tight, and she glanced away. "I-It's a little strange." She looked back. "But I appreciate it. Do they... feel nice?"

Spike nodded and gave them a squeeze. Her eyes shut once more. Feeling her softness, collapsed into all around, the brushing of his claws, the grip of his palm, the pressure of his hold—all of it, reassuring, that another held her.

Her body normally had meant little to her. Her thighs weren't something on the mind often. But now? She was intensely aware of them. Their shape, how big they were, thickness and density, how they felt at every sensation.

They lost feeling when he let go for a moment. She learned of them again when he held them once more. How, in starting to grip them, how her softness would compress, squish, that delightful feeling of tightness to them both.

And the euphoria at feeling them squeezed.

It unlocked something new in her mind. It dribbled something else from between the pair.

And for a mare who lived inside her mind.

It now allowed her to explore her body.

"I almost feel like I'm enjoying something I'm not supposed to."

Only to be taken out from it.

Twilight was panting. Enough to hear it over the light swishing of her tail and the crinkling of the sheets. Looking over at the dragon with her panting chest in a sigh, she started to speak. "W-Whua? What's wrong? You're doing really good, Spike.”

He blinked and looked up and across at her. His face was in the dark, hard to see, but she could feel his expression. "Am I? I-I mean I'm just touching her. Doing w-whatever feels g-good to me. But... I don't know..."

Twilight became aware her tongue had plopped out of her mouth again. She took it back in, swallowing. Something done for several reasons. "Spike? Have you... not been listening to the sounds I've been making?"

"Y-Yeah! They sound nice! Kinda scary at the same time."

"There better not be a joke waiting for me in that!"

"None! I swear! Just... never see this side to you!" His shoulders dropped, and his claws squeezed her thighs for support. She twitched from a spasm of pleasure—but fought to compose herself. "I never actually heard what you did in the shower. Or ever... make these sounds before."

Twilight hid as much as she could into her grown mane. "Well... I... I don't think I've ever made these sounds before. E-Except that one time. N-Nothing after that."

"Really?"

"Do you make sounds when you... y'know?"

Spike seemed to think about it, still squeezing her, clench and release, pressure, and tension for more. Each one was better than the last. Less shaky. Digits becoming aligned on the swell of her thighs. Bit more confidence in knowing just how much to knead.

Without appearing to be conscious of it.

"I never do, I guess." Spike blinked and looked at his claws. He seemed amazed by them. Still panting in overcoming his fear. Like his arms were independent from himself now. "Never really had anything to push me that far before." Realization caught him. "Wait. Does that mean—"

"Yes, Spike."

"R-Really? No messing around?"

Twilight rolled her eyes through the panting and leaned forward, as much as she could, to brush a hoof on his cheek. She lifted his face so she could better smile at it. "I would never fake something like that around you. Not even sure I could fake sounds I've hardly made before." She blushed with a smirk. "Thiiiink you already know how horrible of an actor I am."

The dragon stopped, not in squeezing, but rather, in his shivering. Coming still as his panting became slower, more controlled, until becoming mere breaths. He seemed to look at her for the first time. At the puffed garden of her belly to the towering tuft of her chest.

Then at her mane, which glistened with sweat, a touch of perspiration over it. Suddenly he leaned forward, rising as he did so, his claws, leaving her thighs, coming onto the bed at her sides. Twilight snuggled downward as he passed above. Looming in the sky, twins moons of green, burning, in a coolness like the real thing.

Her breath caught. Feeling his legs pass between her own. The hint of his weight hovering above her. That face. His muzzle. Those scaly lips, slender and delectable, starting to lower. He jerked in his movement. Not breathing, his strained lungs, nearly squeaking, as he came close.

Twilight's heart thumped and thumped more than her hips did onto the bed in watching him bridge the distance between them. Even though fires burned across her frame, a sweat developing everywhere, she found the courage to raise, to take him, to take the hit, close her eyes, and pass through the hellscape of her fears.

To the lips that awaited her on the other side.

The kiss caught at a smack, and their lips were numb to the feeling. Softness on softness. Plush and still and awkward. They kept like that. Neither knowing what to do. It took a few seconds for the bare sensations to fade. Something else floated from the back of the mind.

Relief.

Even though lips were a strange thing to put together, wet and smooth and, in her case, soft and fuzzy, the two worked against each other. Trying for more of that alien sensation as the weirdness melted into goodness. The wanting to test its every parameter.

Both of them had been kissed before them. By someone else more experienced. Able to take the lead. But here. They had no clue. What to do or what to change. They instead followed whatever their internal compulsion lead.

They kissed. A wet suckle with a teasing of tongues. The touching of the two, on the first brush, sending them back. Spike's claws pushed into the bed as he hovered high above her. He didn't retreat. But the sweat on his scales was starting to pelt her muzzle. She turned her face away on the pillow.

"Spike. C'mon now. You're sweating on me now."

"A-Am I? Right, right! Wait, no. Not right! Wrong! Very wrong!"

Spike fell back to sit on his knees and wiped a forearm over his head, wiping off the sweat, only to look at his arm, finding it soaked, and having washed himself more. He ducked to the side and used some of the blankets to wipe himself.

He stopped midway, hunched over, with a whimper. "E-Er, s-sorry for running your sheets."

Twilight forced herself to smile as she laid back. "Spike? I kinda already beat you to the punch on that one."

His eyebrows rose until they fell back to between her legs. Where the waft of sex was most potent and had burnt his snout with its intensity. He chuckled. Coming back over into that infernal. He was still scared, but now, much less so, in coming to lie down on his belly.

His face bunched and his hips rocked for a moment. Twilight quickly guessed why. Then he crawled over, onto the puddle, with flanking thighs at his sides. He looked up at the mare, who had decided to sit propped on the pillows.

And then she gave him a nod.

Author's Note

And the series returns with the awkward friends in the bedroom! It feels weird to have these sexy bits so far spaced apart, but hey, it allows for hype to be built and whatnot. I'm still the kind of person who prefers to have all of their content released all at once—but here's to trying new things.

I'll try to release chapters that are around 7.5K in length as to have a sizeable chunk to read. I'll see if there's anything unique in releasing stories over a long period of time. It allows me to be more active. For readers and comments to speculate what they think might happen.

Comments. Please leave me a lot of those. I treasure them dearily.

Here's to waiting for next week to be able to read a full sex scene.

Cheers!
~ Yr. Pal, B